HERO: Part Two - End

Swiftly, Kiba used Sakura's hair to turn her to face him then released her, only to squat and grab her around the hips. He abruptly rose to his feet with the pink-haired female tossed over his shoulder.

"Kiba!" Sakura latched onto his belt with both hands. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't struggle. I don't wanna drop you." Kiba turned and chakra-leaped up into the tree. Using one hand to grab for branches and the other to hold her in place, he bound from branch to branch.

To her credit, Sakura didn't scream, but she did whimper a little.

Kiba landed on the broad branch directly over the sleeper-net. In one smooth motion, he sat straddling the thick branch then flipped Sakura over his shoulder and face-down across his lap.

Sakura froze and blinked at the ground far below. "Kiba-" Her voice was very calm and very even. "This isn't funny."

Kiba curled his lip in an angry sneer. "No one is laughing Sakura, believe me. You put yourself in danger!" His hand smacked down on the fullness of Sakura's right butt-cheek before he even knew he'd lifted it. He blinked in some surprise at his palm resting on the fullness of her cheek. Sakura had a nice firm ass. Sadly, the fabric of her shorts muffled the sound a bit.

Sakura choked. "Did you just...?"

Kiba was too stunned by the warm fullness under his palm and the solid weight of her body across his thighs to even register that she'd spoken for a full two breaths. Sakura's words finally registered along with the fact that there had been a slight tremor in them and a lift in timbre. Also notable was the perfume of adrenaline gently wafting from her skin. That combination could mean anger or fear.

Kiba frowned slightly. He didn't want either of those emotions. He wanted submission. A lot of people confused submission with fear, but the truth was, submission was something else entirely. Submission was the emotion of release, of letting go and allowing someone else to take charge, to take responsibility.

Giving up responsibility; submission to another's authority, was something Sakura was not known for doing. At least, not gracefully.

Kiba's frown deepened, along with his resolve. "Yes, I spanked you."

Sakura grabbed onto Kiba's leg and her head came up. "How dare you...?" The scent of adrenaline burned in Kiba's nose.

Anger... She was definitely angry. That was going to have to change.

"No one hits me and gets away with it!"

Kiba raised his voice to drown her out. "And you're going to get ten more as punishment because you can't be trusted to not endanger yourself!"

Sakura stiffened. A tiny amount of sour fear entered her scent, but a far larger amount of sweet endorphin began to rise from her. "I-I can too be trusted."

Kiba's brow rose. Ah... There it was, the right combination for submission. "You can be trusted, huh?" A slight smile curved his lips. He had her now. "Oh, right, sure... Which is why you were on the brink of killing yourself with chakra exhaustion?"

"I know my own limits!" There was a definite whine in her voice.

Kiba snarled. "Death is not a limit!"

Angry adrenaline poured into her scent. "It's my body! I can damned well do whatever I fucking please with it! If I wanna burn myself out saving other people, that's my choice!" Under the angry adrenaline something else was staining her scent. Something dark and putrid, almost...rotting – despair.

It smelled like she wanted to die.

The small hairs on the back of Kiba's neck rose. Before he even realized what he was doing, he'd yanked the back of her shorts down to her thighs, dragging her panties – pale green in color – with them. His hand went up and then slapped down on her bare ass with a loud crack. "Bad girl!"

Sakura's entire body stiffened like a taut bow string, then writhed all over the place. She yowled in pain. "Ow! Fuck, you bastard!" Her elbow swung back, aiming for Kiba's side, and kidneys.

Utterly prepared for a counter-attack, Kiba casually caught the elbow before it could make contact, then slid his hand up her arm to grab her wrist. He yanked the captured wrist to the center of her back. He spoke evenly and calmly. "That was uncalled for Sakura. You're being punished, not tortured."

Sakura responded with a growl and a hard twist of her body the other way to bring her other arm up with her hand fisted.

While twisting out of the way, Kiba took a moment to admire just how flexible Sakura was, then casually captured that wrist too. Holding both of her wrists at the center of her back, he reached into his pocket for a long, thick plastic zip-tie. With quick efficient movements, he looped the tie around her wrists and pulled it fairly tight. Not too tight though, he didn't want to cut off her circulation. He then pulled out another, slid it between her wrists and pulled that tight around the first tie, effectively hand-cuffing her.

They were just baggage ties; fairly strong, but only minimally chakra resistant. If she seriously wanted to escape, she could, but without chakra it would take a while.

He spoke, his voice even and calm. "Shall we continue with your punishment?"

"Fuck you!" Sakura erupted into wild struggles, twisting and kicking as though they weren't four stories from the ground. "Fuck you and your punishment! I'm too old to treat this way!"

Kiba snorted. Once again Sakura was showing no sense of self preservation at all. He lifted his hand and smacked her bare ass. "Bad girl!" Kiba lowered his voice to a deep bass growl. "So, you not only don't care about your own safety, but you're willing to endanger mine too?"

Sakura stilled utterly. The adrenaline in her scent dropped drastically, but sour fear spiked. "What?"

Kiba leveled his voice out but kept it deep and authoritative. "Have you bothered to think about how far we are from the ground and what exactly would happen not only to you but to me should you knock us off?" Truthfully, he was fully capable of stopping them both from ever hitting the ground, but that wasn't the point here.

Sakura's head lowered and she turned her face into his thigh. The adrenaline scent thinned even further.

Kiba didn't dare smile. Sakura's temper flair was definitely over, but he had yet to gain her trust as an authority figure that had the right to punish her – and protect her.

The slightest scent of salty tears drifted from her. However, that other scent, the one that smelled like rot rose in a thick cloud around her. She spoke in a small, tight voice. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Kiba frowned. Rather than address the obvious issue of her punishment, he addressed the more subtle issue revealed by the despair in her scent. "I won't allow you to destroy yourself."

Sakura snorted sourly. "Why? Because I'm too valuable to the village?"

Kiba tilted his head. Sakura was aiming for something here, but he wasn't sure what. Rather than try to sort through it, he wasn't a psychiatrist by any means, he decided to stick to the blunt truth. "I won't say you're not valuable to the village because you are, but that's them. I meant exactly what I said; I won't allow you to destroy yourself because I don't want that to happen to you."

She laughed, a sour and bitter sound. "Why? Because you love me?"

Kiba snorted. "Of course I do. You're family."

"Oh." Her voice was flat and lifeless. At the same time, that black and rotting scent became nauseatingly thick.

Kiba almost gagged. Apparently, he'd said something wrong, but what...? Kiba scowled, scouring his brain for what the hell was wrong with his statement. She'd asked about love. He'd responded with...family. Apparently, being loved like family wasn't good enough. Well, what other kind of love was there?

In his clan, family was the highest form of love there was because family was the result of the life-bond between mates...

He rolled his eyes. He was an idiot. Sakura couldn't understand family the way he did because Sakura hadn't been raised in his clan. Truthfully, she hadn't been raised in any ninja clan. Despite all her ninja training, she'd been raised like a civilian. In fact, he was pretty sure that one of her parents was fully civilian. Civilians saw 'family' as merely the bond between parent and child. Love was something else entirely. Love was- What was that stupid nonsense word they liked to use again? Oh yeah...! -Romance.

Those outside his clan, and civilians in particular didn't have life-bonded mates. They had partners; lovers that they kept only so long as they got along – even if children had resulted. In their eyes, love was 'earned' not freely given.

Kiba snorted and rolled his eyes. What a stupid and illogical way to look at love! Love wasn't a prize you won or lost! It was a flower that grew from care and tending! Sure, love had a habit of sprouting just about anywhere, just ask his Mom, but it only bloomed when both mates worked together to make it happen.

However, it was obvious that Sakura fully believed in the wrong-headed view of love and had interpreted what he'd said as being that she hadn't earned the right to be loved, that she'd failed in some way. In fact, just from what he was smelling he'd say she'd fully expected to fail. He frowned. What the fuck...?

Insight hit him like a bolt of lightning. His lip curled baring one long fang and he snarled. The fucking Uchiha was behind all this. Even worse, she had let the Uchiha do this to her. He raised his hand and smacked her hard out of sheer annoyance. "Stupid girl!"

Sakura yelped in open surprise.

"Just because one selfish idiot can't see how wonderful you are, you try to commit suicide by working yourself to death?" Kiba smacked her again.

Sakura yelped and writhed across his lap. "He was right! I wasn't strong enough! I needed to be stronger!"

Kiba stiffened in shock, tightening his hold. The fucking Uchiha was behind all this – and it pissed him off, so he smacked her again. Smack! "How dare you destroy yourself because of one selfish asshole's opinion? He was not fucking right! " He smacked her again. "What about the rest of us?" Smack! "You're a top-notch, elite ninja, and one of the hottest women in Konoha. No one sees you as weak, but did you notice that?" Smack! "Doesn't our opinion count?" Smack! "What about me? I never thought you were weak!" Smack!

The burn in his palm finally registered and he had to stop to shake his hand. "Did you ever notice how I see you? No...!" Smack! "You...!" Smack! "Didn't!" Smack! Almost blindly furious, Kiba shouted. "Where's my fucking apology, damn you?"

Sakura kicked out and screamed. "Forgive me!" A sob tore from her throat and she started crying with deep gasping breaths and big sloppy tears. "Forgive me!"

Kiba came back to his senses with a bolt of shock. He hadn't meant to get that carried away. Even so, the scent of raw despair was almost entirely gone from Sakura. Instead, a sweet, rich scent was rising from her skin; endorphins and arousal. Despite losing his temper, it seemed that he'd quite literally smacked the depression out of her.

Though the gods only knew how long that change would remain.

Kiba took a deep breath and fought to speak in an even and controlled voice. It still came out just a little too low and deep. "Fine, I'll forgive you, for what?"

Sakura gasped in a breath. "F-forgive me for-" Her voice abruptly dropped. "-H-hurting myself."

"Very good." Kiba lifted his hand and smacked her butt even harder than before. The impact really stung his palm, but the loud crack of flesh against flesh was utterly satisfying.

She yelped and writhed, but she wasn't fighting him, merely reacting. Finally, she was submitting.

Kiba nodded in approval. "And?"

Sakura sniffed. "Uh... A-and...?"

Kiba set his smarting palm against her reddened and most likely very sore ass, and rubbed. "Yes. And...? What else are you sorry for?" Truthfully, he couldn't think of an 'and' himself, but it was the standard procedure during a spanking. His Mom had done it to him regularly and it had never failed to cough up something unexpected.

Sakura winced. "Uh... I'm s-sorry for...um, letting one p-person's o-opinion matter s-so much to me?"

Kiba smiled. "Very, very good, Sakura-chan." He smacked her again, though not as hard.

Sakura yelped sharply and writhed across his lap. Her butt was hot, hot pink, but the scent of excitement thickened around her.

Kiba sniffed deeply. From the scent alone he could tell that his strikes were doing much more than merely encouraging submission. "What else?"

Sakura stilled. "Eh? There's more?"

"Think Sakura. Think back on why you're being punished. I'm sure something will come to mind."

"Um..." Her head dropped and her body went limp across his lap most likely in exhaustion. "F-for not noticing you?"

Kiba winced. Oops... That had been his own frustration bleeding into his tirade. Even so, he was deeply flattered. Guilt had him rub her butt instead of smacking it. "Excellent, you're doing extremely well. Go on."

Sakura sighed. "And I'm sorry I didn't n-notice how other people s-saw me."

Kiba nodded. "And that no one thinks you're weak."

Sakura curled in on herself and spoke in a small voice. "And th-that n-no one thinks I'm w-weak."

"Good girl." He rubbed her butt some more while thinking on Sakura's depressed reaction. That civilian definition for love - romance, was the root of the problem. The Uchiha wouldn't have caused nearly this much damage if it hadn't been for that wrong-headed view. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Sakura, love isn't something you earn by being good enough, it's something you grow into with your mate—err, partner. That's family."

The trembling woman across his lap sniffed and stiffened a little. "Huh?"

Kiba slid his stinging palm across the hot pink expanse of Sakura's butt thoughtfully, searching for what to say that would make sense to her. "Well, from what I've seen, romance happens because of how you look, or how good you are in bed, right?"

Sakura turned her head to look up at Kiba with watery green eyes. "I-I suppose?"

Kiba tilted his head looking upward while mentally searching for a comparison to make sense of his words. "Then logically, romance is temporary. It only lasts as long as you're pretty and...entertaining in the sack, right?"

Sakura frowned and looked away, clearly thinking.

Kiba snorted and shook his head. "Family isn't temporary." He looked down at her tear-stained face and smiled. "Family means that they're willing to put their life on the line for you no matter what you look like, or what mistakes you make. It means that they're willing to hurt your feelings to stop you from hurting yourself."

At least, that's what his mother always told him when she'd spanked him 'out of love'.

"Love isn't something you earn by being pretty, or strong, or smart, or sexy because the truth is, people always make mistakes, and no one is strong or sexy forever." He shook his head sadly. "Real love is not a temporary thing that only lasts as long as you fit a certain list of criteria. It's something that grows between two people who nurture it together. Love is not something you get. It's not a reward you earn. It's a state of being that makes family happen."

Sakura's eyes were wide and dark; shocked.

Kiba held her gaze. "Now do you understand what I meant when I said, to me you are family?"

Big fat tears formed in the well of Sakura's eyes and tumbled down her cheeks. Sobs exploded from her, big wracking ones that caused her to choke and cough.

Kiba stiffened in alarm. Oh crap...! Did I break her? Using one of his long nails, he snipped the plastic ties that bound her, then hauled her upright and onto his lap. Her shorts slid down to her ankles. He ignored the fallen shorts, despite the fascinating view of petal-pink curls, and cuddled her close. "It's okay, Sakura-chan. Everything's going to be just fine..." The words were just something to say, things his mother had said to him on such occasions.

He dug out a handkerchief from inside his sleeve. A habit he'd picked up from dealing with the hundreds of clan kids he'd been forced to babysit over the years. Where there were children, sooner or later there was crying, and where there was crying there were tears and boogers. With a long-practiced move, he snapped the handkerchief open and wiped at her eyes then held it over her nose. "Blow."

Sakura sniffed and tried to push he handkerchief away. "But that's your...?"

Kiba lowered his brows, hardening his gaze. "Blow."

Sakura blew.

Kiba wiped up the mess without thinking about it, wadded the handkerchief up and stuffed it in a side pocket. His lips curved into a smile. Sakura was submitting beautifully to him. He brushed the hair from her face. "Better?"

Sakura nodded with a slightly dazed look in her wide green eyes.

Kiba nodded. "Good." And because Sakura was looking so very adorable at the moment, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It was a quick peck meant only to reassure her, but her lips were so soft and moist he couldn't quite resist the urge to reach out with his tongue and taste the fullness of her bottom lip.

With a soft moan, Sakura twisted in his lap and threw her arms around his neck. Her lips parted and her tongue darted in to stroke against his.

Kiba was mildly startled, but since he was hard as a rock and Sakura smelled oh so delicious, Kiba saw no reason not to take her up on her invitation. He leaned into the kiss and sucked her tongue into his mouth for a more thorough exploration.

Sakura's moan deepened to almost a growl. Her fingers clenched on Kiba's jacket. With a hard pull, she twisted and threw one leg over Kiba's lap to straddle him. Her shorts and panties slipped the rest of the way off her leg and fluttered to the forest floor far below.

Kiba grabbed onto Sakura's butt to steady her and was instantly aware that not only was there a naked butt cupped in his palms, there was a naked pussy pressing against his crotch.

Her lips locked onto Kiba's, Sakura rolled her hips and groaned.

Correction, there was a naked pussy grinding against his crotch. Kiba shuddered in reaction and a small needy whimper sounded deep in his throat. All he had to do was lower his fly and he'd be in that wet, warm, tightness. Desperately clutching for what little control he had left, Kiba grabbed Sakura's upper arms and leaned back to break the kiss. "Sakura-chan...?"

"What?" Sakura's arms tightened around his neck and her bottom lip stuck out moist and swollen from their kisses. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" She abruptly smiled and it would not have looked wrong on a demon. "It's your fault I'm feeling this way, take responsibility."

Kiba licked his lips and spoke with a voice that had gone husky. "Do you know what you're asking for?"

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Give me a fucking break." She smiled sourly. "I'm not a teenager, Kiba." Her brow lifted. "In fact I'm pretty sure I'm older than you."

Kiba snorted. "Only by a few months." His voice did not tremble - not much anyway.

Sakura grinned. "Older is still older, Kiba-kun." She turned in his hold, blatantly pressing her breast against the back of Kiba's hand.

Kiba sucked in a breath and jerked both hands from her as though they burned. "Sakura-chan!"

"Kiba?" Sakura smiled sweetly, crossed her arms and gripped the underside of her elastic sports bra. With a sinuous wriggle, she hauled the bra up and over her head, releasing her breasts. The soft rose nipples were puckered, taut, and...perfect. With a happy sigh, she tossed the bra away to fall somewhere below.

Kiba's mouth fell open. There was a completely naked Sakura on his lap.

There was a completely naked, aroused Sakura on his lap.

There was a completely naked, aroused and smiling Sakura on his lap.

Kiba's control snapped. He reached out with both hands to cup the warm, firm, silky fullness of Sakura's breasts and squeezed. He simply couldn't stop from leaning forward and closing his lips around one pale pink nipple. His tongue circled the taut flesh then he clamped down with his lips and suckled.

The wet sounds of suction were loud in his ears, but not half as loud or as satisfying as Sakura gasping moan. He pinched her other nipple just to make her do it again.

Sakura leaned into his mouth with a whimpering moan. Her hands delved between them to unbutton his pants and draw down the zipper of his fly. Her clever and hot fingers pulled him free between their bellies. She whispered against his ear, "Mmm... Nice to know I'm not the only one enjoying this."

A tiny spurt of temper made Kiba bite down on her nipple, delivering a tender pinch.

Sakura threw back her head with a gasping squeal that was clearly far more pleasure than pain. "Play nice, Kiba!"

Kiba released her nipple with a wet pop. "I'll play nice as long as you play nice too, Sakura-chan."

Sakura licked her lips and gave him another demonic smile. "Sure, Kiba, I'll play nice. I can play very nice." Closing both hands around his length, she stroked him slowly, her closed fingers popping past the flared head to rub against the top of his dripping crown.

He gasped and grunted in pleasure then lowered his head to capture her other nipple and sucked strongly. He slid one hand lower, under her butt to slide a finger between the plump lips of her mound then within to stroke the damp and dripping folds.

Sakura moaned and obligingly leaned forward in an obvious invitation to explore deeper.

Kiba took her invitation and slid his middle finger into her hot, snug depths.

Sakura moaned and writhed on his lap.

Kiba wriggled a second finger in then delved in deep, searching until her found the nub of flesh deep inside. He flicked his two fingers against it.

Sakura bucked hard on his lap and gasped. "Oh shit!"

Kiba smiled around the nipple he was tonguing. Looks like no one's played with her cervix before. He sucked harder on her nipple and flicked the button again, and again, and again...

Jolting in time with his finger, Sakura tilted her head back, exposing her throat and released a deep guttural moan. Grasping his cock firmly, she rose up on her knees, pulling away from his fingers – and his mouth. "Enough teasing!" She centered his cock on her wet opening and rubbed the crown against her folds.

Kiba gasped and licked his wet lips. "Sakura-chan..."

Sakura licked her own lips, her green eyes narrowing. "You're not going to stop me now, are you?"

Kiba grinned showing his fangs. "Hell no. Fuck me, Sakura-chan." He gripped her by the hips and pulled her down onto him.

With a sharp gasp, Sakura dropped, sheathing his cock almost all the way.

Kiba braced his back against the trunk of the tree behind him, then squeezed his ass and thigh muscles while tilting his hips back, and shoved upward with a grunt to impale the last inch or so of his length within her. She was snug, wet, and hot around him. It felt so good, his cock actually throbbed and hardened even more. He moaned.

Sakura moaned too. "Oh damn, Kiba, I should have done you years ago."

"Well, Sakura-chan..." Kiba gasped for breath. "We can always make up for lost time?" He closed both arms around her waist and began pumping upward, working his cock up into her as deep as he could get.

Sakura gripped his shoulders, her eyes closing part way, and ground down into his strokes. "Mmm..." She licked her moist pink lips. "Sounds like a plan."

Kiba moved one hand around to squeeze Sakura's breast while the other hand slid up into Sakura's petal pink hair. He pulled her head down to take her mouth then speared his tongue past her lips to meet her tongue on the way.

Their tongues clashed and wrestled even as their bodies writhed and pounded against each other, moans spilling from both of them. Lips were nipped, sucked, and savored. The sound of wet flesh striking wet flesh, among moans, grunts, and gasps for breath blended with the wind rushing through the leaves. The perfume of excitement, the aroma of clean sweat, and the scent of raw sex filled the space between them.

Abruptly Sakura froze above him, her core literally fluttering around him. She released a long, drawn-out moan. The air was flooded with the perfume of ecstasy and sweet syrup slithered down his balls.

Kiba jolted with awareness. Sakura had cum.

She shuddered hard, moaned again and writhed in his lap.

Kiba suddenly felt his balls pull up and tighten. He was going to cum. She was just too warm, too snug, too delicious to hold out. "Sa-kura... Sakura, I'm gonna...!"

Sakura groaned. "It's okay! It's okay to cum inside me."

Kiba closed his arms tight around her and pumped up into her hard and fast, grunting with his efforts. With a delicious pang deep behind his balls, he released. His cum pumped up and into Sakura's warmth, spurt after spurt. Gasping, he continued to thrust into her, pumping himself as deep as he could get.

When the last of his load had been squeezed from him, he fell back against the tree trunk, thoroughly spent.

Sakura fell against him, panting, then lifted a hand to stroke her fingers through his hair. "Damn, I needed that."

Kiba lifted a hand to stroke her hair too and tightened his arm to hold her close. A sly smile lifted his lips. "You're very welcome, anytime."

Sakura tilted her head to look at Kiba, her green eyes moist. "Did you...really like me all this time?"

Kiba's grin faded. "I did. I do. I've been half in love with you since the academy." He looked away and curled his lip in annoyance. "But you were so far up that Uchiha's ass..."

"I'm sorry." He voice was small and tight. "I'm so sorry..."

Kiba cuddled her close. "Don't be sorry for falling in love. There's nothing wrong with that. But...!" He tucked a finger under her chin to lift her tearful gaze to his. "Do be sorry for not realizing that what he said about you was wrong. You are not weak. You were never weak." He tapped her nose playfully and smiled. "You're just a sucker for a pretty face and a sob-story."

Sakura buried her face in his shoulder and hugged Kiba hard. "Okay."

Kiba huffed out a long breath. "So... When do I get to introduce you to my mother?"

Sakura leaned back to stare at Kiba with wide eyes. "Are you serious?"

Kiba held her gaze. "About introducing you to my family? Hell yeah, I'm serious." He closed his arms around her tight and grinned broadly. "If you think I'm letting you go now that I got you, you're out of your mind!"

"But..." Sakura nibbled on her bottom lip, and it was completely adorable. "But I'm..."

Kiba nodded. "You're a good woman with a solid profession and one of the strongest ninja in the village." He grinned. "Mom's gonna love you." He looked away and sucked on his bottom lip. "Though, I'm not so sure how she'll take pink-haired grand-kids..."

Sakura jerked back. "Whoa! How about asking me if I even wanna date you first?"

Kiba turned a smug smile on the woman in his arms. "Of course you wanna date me." He snuggled in to nibble at her neck. "You love me."

Sakura struggled against his hold, but it was clearly half-hearted. "How can you say that? I'm not even sure of it myself!"

Kiba tilted his head up to press a quick kiss to her lips. "You love me, but I don't mind waiting until you realize it yourself."

Sakura blinked at him. "You don't?"

Kiba nodded. "I know a sure thing when I smell it."

"Smell it...?" Sakura pushed against him marginally harder. "Ew! Are you saying I stink?"

Kiba chuckled and held her firmly in place. She was wiggling so hard on his lap that his cock was beginning to show interest, not that he minded. "Nothing about you stinks, Sakura-chan." He pressed his nose to her neck. "Every inch of you puts out perfume."

Sakura's lips curled in distaste. "Even my sweat?"

Kiba licked her neck. "Especially your sweat."

Sakura shuddered, but lifted her chin, openly asking for more. "That's just gross, dog-boy!"

"Not to me, flower-girl." He slid his fingers down and into her. He wriggled them just to make her whimper and dance on his lap. he then lifted his fingers to lick the results of their coupling from his fingers. "Delicious."

Sakura looked down, her gaze focusing on his newly born erection. "You're hard again." It wasn't quite an accusation.

Kiba smiled. "Yep. Wanna play some more?"

Sakura sucked on her bottom lip, but didn't look away from his cock. "Maybe."

Kiba licked his lips. "I should warn you that I doubt I'll ever get enough of you."

Sakura lifted her gaze to look at him with wide green eyes. Her lips parted but nothing came out.

Kiba decided that that was the perfect moment to kiss her and show her everything he felt for her. Fucking could wait just a little longer.

Fini.