[thread] [Gettin' Your Groove Back] [open]

[bl0nd_ambition]

As soon as Ino could ditch the crutches, she knew it was time to go out and play. It was depressing having to sit around her room, batting off cats, and not having much to do beyond getting Shikamaru to drag her to various places. Everyone, it seemed, was down lately because of one thing or another. Whether it was Obito or personal stresses no one

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[finger_walking]

Temari’s brassy chuckle could often be heard over the low din of the Black Ball and tonight was no exception. Wreathed in cigarette smoke under the moody lights highlighting the bar, the blonde guitarist sat slouched at one of the few tables, idle fingers tugging at the label on her beer bottle as she chatted with one of the fellow regulars that had decided to flit by.

The conversation quieted faintly as a wailing saxophone cry poured from the jukebox along the wall. Bright red lips pursed curiously as the answering guitar shivered down her spine and drew her attention. She turned her head to the side faintly, curious to see who had decided to poke around at Joe’s pride and joy. Her heavily painted eyes widened as she recognized Ino swivelling her hips by the machine.

Her sharp eyebrows pulled into a slight frown. Hadn’t Ino just gotten out of a cast? Should she be dancing---crawling across the tiny dance floor like that? Temari was all for going out and unwinding a bit to celebrate, but surely this was moving into

[bl0nd_ambition]

It was probably a bad idea to be crawling around in cast but Ino wasn't in a state of mind to care that much. The music was good, the people were good, the alcohol was good-- it was a perfect atmosphere for good things to happen. Temari had been having a bad week, a bad month and that was sad. She was a cool girl and Ino's friend, damn it, which meant that it was her job to cheer her up. Temari wasn't the type to be cheered up with the same things Sakura and Tenten would, so Ino had to improvise.

She continued to crawl over to Temari, lips glossy from alcohol, lipstick, and saliva, mouthing the words to the song as she did so. When she finally reached Temari, hands were placed promptly on her thighs as Ino pulled herself up and went nose to nose with her. The younger blond was only centimeters away from kissing the other girl but moved away to smooth out Temari's shoulders and arms and then completely to dance more in front of her.

He wears a red bandana, plays a blues piano

[finger_walking]

One of those sharp eyebrows crawled higher and higher up Temari’s forehead as it became clear that Ino was crawling with such an enticing sway to her behind in the air towards her. The older blonde had been seconds away from standing up and knocking some sense into Ino but suddenly she found herself sitting tight as curiosity shackled her widespread thighs to the wooden seat of the chair

[bl0nd_ambition]

Ino only smiled at her words and put her hands over Temari's, sliding them along her own stomach and hips slowly as they swiveled to the beat of the music. The look she gave Temari was one unlike Ino had ever given-- well-- anyone before. It was unconscious, slightly drunk, but darker then her usual "sexy look" which bordered on cute and goofy. She gave the other woman a silent sign to keep them on her hips as the music sped up and Ino let go of her to put her hands up in the air. It doubled as "this is awesomely sexy" and "Temari can hold up my weight very nicely" as her leg was starting to feel a bit sore. It was easier to put the pressure on her good leg and not worry about falling over this way.

All of a sudden in walks this chick
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin' with the castanetsNow Ino's hips were moving at breakneck speed, grinding against Temari's lap every so often when they just so happened to move in that direction. Belly dancing classes had finally come in

[finger_walking]

Temari was wholly bemused by the entire situation but she was hard pressed to find any reason to do anything other than sit back and enjoy. Especially when Ino decided that this was a lap dance where minimal touching was permitted. The older girl was amazed by the muscle flexing and twisting under her palms. Of course she’d known that Ino was in amazing shape, but she’d been prevented from her usual exercise for weeks now and Temari had expected it to fade, at least a little. And maybe it had, which just meant that the dancer’s body had been even more impressive than Temari had originally assumed