Merry Christmas to all :D Here's a Christmas gift from Supreme Distraction and Co. xD I'll probably add on to this if anyone has a couple to request.. Hence the name Some Like it: give me a theme and a couple and I'll write it for ya. In example, say you want Sakura to be tied down by Ino; Some Like it Kinky would be the title of the chapter ^^ Of course, if there are no requests, this will function as a one shot..

Have fun with my excuse for gratuitous amounts of sex and please keep requests gay (-laughs-)

—Some Like it…—

It was fall, brightly coloured leaves fluttering to the grassy forest floor, only to be stirred up by a gentle, crisp breeze. The sky was a startling blue, the mid-morning sun heating the earth, but failing to warm the cool air that was typical of this time of year.

Anko Mitarashi made an annoyed sound low in her throat, her body a blur as she bounced from tree trunk to tree trunk, pale strips of cloth fluttering in her wake.

Fucking A-ranks always take forever…!

Which meant she was late.

Normally, the alleged psycho-ninja of Konoha wouldn't give a rat's ass if she was on time or not—she showed up as she damn well pleased.

This wasn't a normal case, however. In fact, the members of her team—Asuma, Iruka, and Kakashi—had given her a surprise look as she had darted past them, swearing under her breath.

The Jounin really needed to get home before—

There was an explosion of movement, a sleek form knocking Anko into the sturdy trunk of a nearby tree.

—Too late.

She slumped, sliding half-way down, the breath driven from her lungs. "Ouch… What was that for?"

Kurenai Yuuhi flipped her dark hair over her shoulder, smirking as she loomed over the younger woman. "You're late, Mitarashi."

The purplette winced, lowering chocolate-toned orbs demurely; Kurenai loved this game—loved when she played the part of a naïve, submissive youth. She wasn't sure why, exactly, but she didn't really mind so long as it made the brunette happy. "I'm sorry… I came here as quickly as I—"

Crimson eyes flashed and Anko was being hoisted up by the lapels of her beige jacket. "Did I ask for your excuses?"

She lowered her gaze again, pouting in a manner that caused the brunette's body to heat up. "No ma'am."

Kurenai ripped her gaze away from those oh-so kissable lips. "What happened?"

"The mission took a little—" her breath hitched as the rookie Jounin slid her jacket off of her shoulders, fingers tickling the sides of her breasts. "—longer than expected."

"It was a success then, hn?"

Though she wanted to scoff and say, "Of course it was!", she wanted her lover to continue tracing along the curve of her breast through her fishnet shirt even more. Thus, she kept up her charade. "Yes ma'am."

Kurenai hummed her response, the index finger and thumb of her right hand finding a dusky nipple and rolling it as her free hand slid down Anko's side. "Where are the others?"

Why the Hell does it matter? "I-I ran all the way here, so they should be here soo—" She yelped as the brunette gave her a punishing pinch.

"And, yet, you're still late…"

"I'm sorry," she said again, whimpering for effect.

The edges of full lips quirked upwards—she was weakening. "I'm sure you are. Of course, you said that the last time."

Or not… Taking a chance (if Kurenai wasn't in a particularly forgiving mood, she would probably end up hog-tied and horny until further notice), the younger woman pressed herself forward, flush against the brunette. "I really am sorry, Kurenai… Let me prove it to you?

She could feel heat pooling between her thighs—if Kurenai tied her up tonight, she was probably going to break down and beg.

For a nerve-wracking moment, Kurenai just looked at her lover, expression unreadable. Then, a low groan escaped her lips. "You're lucky…"

Whatever made her lucky, Anko would never know because Kurenai's lips were covering hers, tongue lapping at the seam of her lips until she was granted access. Moaning at the sweet taste of the younger Jounin's oral cavern, Kurenai procured a kunai from the pouch on her hip and sliced open the front of the woman's fishnet shirt, baring full breasts to the open air.

"At least you remembered to take off your breast-bindings," she murmured, breath coming in staccato little pants.

Anko could only nod in response, the delightful sting of Kurenai's teeth on her throat causing her to bite her lip and let her head loll back to rest against the tree. She gasped quietly as the brunette's warm, wet appendage lapped a burning trail across her collarbones and along the valley between twin peaks; the cool air kissing her skin causing her nipples to stand at attention. It melted into a moan as the curve of her breast was nipped.

When she raised her hands to entwine her fingers in dark brown tresses, Kurenai caught her wrists, pinning her hands above her head with one of her own; a thigh pressed up into the apex of her legs and she whimpered.

As the cloth-covered muscles in the brunette's thigh ground against her nether lips through the underwear that covered them, Anko released another moan—this one louder—, the embers of her arousal flaring into full flame.

"Kure…" Her voice was husky, breathless.

This was the point where Kurenai usually teased the younger woman to the brink of an orgasm then, petted her until she calmed to a degree before repeating the cycle up to the point that, trembling and hoarse, Anko demanded that she get her off. She both looked forward to and dreaded the ruthless teasing her lover subjected her to.

Hence, the purplette was surprised—pleasantly surprised—when Kurenai's mouth claimed hers in a hungry kiss, her unoccupied hand working to pull down her underwear so that they pooled around her feet.

She swallowed the younger Jounin's sounds of pleasure as she cupped her fully, the heel of her palm pressing firmly against the nub of flesh above her slit as she wriggled her fingers teasingly. Pulling away from the other woman's lips, allowing a loud moan to escape the purplette, Kurenai leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of an ear as she husked, "I hate when you're late, Anko."

Anko was moving against her fingers, trying her best to glean friction from the other woman's hand despite its stillness. Chuckling in a way that sent a shiver down the younger Jounin's spine, Kurenai obliged, thrusting at a quick pace. A third finger was added and the purplette unconsciously spread her legs to give the older Jounin more room to work, pleasure like lightning arching from nerve ending to nerve ending. Pressure coiled in the bottom of her belly, flames that had come to life there growing hotter.

"I always end up watching the clock…"

She could barely hear Kurenai over the combination of the erratic beating of her heart and the gasps and moans that were torn from her lips.

"Just imagining the ways I can punish you. And…"

The curling of fingers within her, hitting a spot that made Anko see stars combined with Kurenai's purred words—

"And it makes me so wet."

—made the coil snap, the flames licking along her bones, rendering them weak and unable to support her as she threw her head back (that would be quite a lump later) and released a wordless howl.

The only thing that kept her upright was Kurenai's grip on her wrists.

In the calm that followed, the only sounds were that of the wind and the ragged pants that supplied Anko's lungs with life-giving oxygen. The brunette withdrew her fingers, causing a disappointed whimper from her lover, and raised them to her lips, slowly licking off the honey that coated them and making hot little sounds of appreciation at the taste.

When she released her grip on Anko's wrists, the purplette yanked her in for a hot, needy kiss, burying her hands in silky tresses. "Gods, Kurenai…" She shuddered as the woman ran her hands down her sides, resting her forehead against Kurenai's. "Could you…" She groaned as the older Jounin returned to nipping at her throat. "Could you just give me a second to catch my breath…!"

"No time," the brunette grunted, "the others will be here soon."

And she had gone ahead and destroyed her shirt?

Anko was about to voice that little factoid when her lover knelt, running the flats of her palms along fishnet covered thighs, parting them and hitching up her skirt. Her breath caught in her throat as Kurenai leaned in, her warm breath tickling private flesh.

At the first touch of the older Jounin's tongue—a slow, lingering swipe along the outer labia—, Anko let out a low moan, parting her legs further to encourage further contact.

She wasn't disappointed.

As though that first tentative taste had aroused a thirst within her, Kurenai's tongue dipped into the purplette's feminine channel, a long lick followed by a curling of her tongue resulting in direct contact between clit and tongue; then she hummed, the vibration travelling the length of her tongue to crash into the nub of flesh, sending electricity into her extremities and causing Anko to release a yelp.

"Did you hear that?"

It was faint, but Anko still tensed, hands fisting in dark-brown locks. Kurenai didn't pause in her ministrations, raising her hands to use the index finger of each to part the purplette's southern lips so that she could draw tight circles around the bundle of nerves.

The purplette bit her lip to keep silent, her entire body trembling. Kurenai! Stop! We're going to get caught!

As though hearing her thoughts, the kneeling woman glanced up, crimson eyes darkened to a wine-like shade with lust.

She smirked, her intense gaze boring into chocolate-toned orbs as she pinched the sensitive nub between the index finger and thumb of one hand; Anko bit down on her fist to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape her at the pain-pleasure that assaulted her senses.

"I think it came from over here…"

Fuck!

Yet she couldn't bring herself to shove Kurenai away as the woman resumed her attentions, her nose bumping against Anko's clit as her tongue writhed and twisted within the tight confines of her womanhood. She was getting close; she could feel her inner muscles tensing and releasing spastically, trying their best to wring the most pleasure they could from Kurenai's skilled tongue.

The voices were getting closer, their words not registering with the purplette's lust-addled mind as her teeth sunk deeper into her own flesh, desperately trying to bar the oaths and exclamations that pushed at the back of them. She probably would have broken the skin if Kurenai hadn't jerked it out of harm's way, mashing her lips to Anko's in a clumsy, hasty kiss, her thigh coming up to press against the triangle of brown curls, the rough fabric of the bandages wrapped around it serving to heighten the younger woman's pleasure.

Kurenai eagerly swallowed her cries of ecstasy as she came.

-x-

"So… What have we learned?"

Anko gave her lover a sullen look, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body to shield her breasts from both the cold and others' view. She didn't say anything.

"Hmm…" Kurenai tutted. The street was deserted; her hand slid down to the purplette's butt, giving it a warning squeeze. "That's no good."

"What's not good are the teeth marks in my hand and the fact that we nearly got caught by the guys!"

How they had managed to get away without the other's noticing, she still wasn't sure.

Kurenai flashed her a serene smile. "You can't always be on top, lover. You need to be shown that every once in a while. Besides… you weren't exactly complaining at that very moment."

"Hmph. Yeah, well, you're going to be the one pinned against a tree next time." She stretched her back, feeling the soreness there and swearing quietly. "Ugh… I can still feel the bark against me."

She hadn't even noticed until all the… "excitement" had ended.

The older Jounin chuckled."I'm sorry. I'll rub some salve on it when we get home, ok?"

Anko flushed at her tone, knowing full well that her back wouldn't be the only thing receiving the attention of the woman's skilled hands. "…Sounds good."

"Ah. There's Kakashi."—she raised her voice—"Hey! Kakashi! How was the mission?"

To both their surprise, Kakashi (who had taken to going without his mask) grinned at them. "Rewarding," he said simply.

As he turned and stalked off in the direction of the Ichiraku Ramen, he had to be careful not to brush against his erection with his leg.

Not that Iruka or Asuma were faring any better.

Anko blinked. "Do you think he…?"

"Oh, and, Anko?" The silver-haired male had stopped, back still to them. "Next time, try not to snap the tree in half, ok? You almost got away with it."

The tree hadn't exactly been thick… The ungodly loudness of the slender young bark splitting in half in her Chakra infused grip had resonated through the entire forest.

The purplette drew a kunai from her person. "You have five seconds to run, Kakashi."

He was gone in one.

-End?-

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