Merry Christmas SaiIno fans! This is my first time writing these two and I hope I did them justice. Part II of this story will be coming soon-ish. As in possibly tomorrow. I'm almost finished with it. lol

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"Ino…"

Where was that voice coming from? There was nothing but a sandy beach and rolling waves for miles. Overhead the sun shone brightly in the cerulean sky.

"Hey, Ino…"

She looked to her right. A white bird with black markings perched on a rock, watching her with beady red eyes. Could it possibly have…? No, that would be silly. She'd never met a talking bird before.

"Wake up, Beautiful."

The beach, sky, and bird grew fuzzy and muddled. A face slowly swam into view, porcelain skin with dark hair sweeping across even darker eyes, peering down at her. She smiled up at it in hazy recognition. What a nice face…

Her bleary eyes finally focused and she pushed several wayward strands of pale yellow hair out of her field of vision. The face, now clearly that of a handsome young man kneeling over her, gave a small grin. "Did you enjoy your nap?"

Suddenly, it all came rushing back. Reclining on a pile of cushions…thin white sheet draped loosely over her bare body…a strong, pale hand skillfully running an ink-soaked brush over fresh parchment…OH!

Ino's hands swiftly flew to her mouth in embarrassment. "Ah, no, Sai, I fell asleep! I'm so sorry." She felt her cheeks burn red-hot.

"Please, don't be. It was actually very helpful." Sai beamed at her now. "You moved a lot less than usual."

Ino stretched her stiff muscles out and arched an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me, but until you've had to stay still in the same pose for over an hour, you don't get to talk."

"I have done that before." Sai replied, plainly, with a slight shrug of his shoulders. His eyes briefly flickered down to her chest, which had been exposed when the sheet fell away during her stretches.

She couldn't tell for sure if he was being serious or just joking around…it was sometimes hard to read him. But maybe that's what she liked about him. Unlike most men who were just too predictable for an expert in the mind like herself, he could surprise her at any moment. It kept her on her toes, off-balance, and enthralled all at once.

When he first asked her if she would like to pose for his drawings several months ago, she had been completely taken aback. Until then, most of his art that she'd seen was nature-related, like landscapes or plants, even a few animals aside from the ones he used in his jutsu. He rarely drew people and the people he did draw were only ones with whom he'd formed a close relationship. While they weren't exactly dating then, per say, both were fully aware of their mutual interest and had begun spending a lot of time together to get to know each other better.

That day, he sat on a stool next to the register, idly doodling some flower bouquets as Ino bustled about her family's shop to prepare a large order for a wedding the following week. The question came when she stood up and brushed her hands on her apron after re-potting some lilies. She realized with a flutter of her stomach that he had long since stopped drawing and was watching her with his chin resting on his fist. His eyes, oddly enough, seemed a bit softer than usual.

Nervously (but delighted nonetheless), she accepted.

The first time…did not go well at all. Sure, she knew how to pose just right in order to tease and tempt, but posing for a drawing was a whole different story. Sai ended up having to start over a total of ten times as she accidentally shifted out of her pose whenever a muscle began cramping. Well, the last time wasn't exactly accidental; She had given up in frustration after her outstretched arm prickled a little too painfully when it fell asleep and stormed out of his apartment in a huff.

Sai had waited patiently until she came back 15 minutes later, filled with shame for her childish behavior, and apologized to him profusely. He forgave her on the condition that they could try again the next day.

"Why do you want to draw me so much?" she had asked without thinking.

He smiled that true, genuine smile she rarely saw from him, and told her in an uncharacteristically tender voice "I make it a point to draw every beautiful thing I see."

Several weeks later, after she'd gotten the hang of being his model and muse, she suggested he try drawing her without her clothes on.

He hadn't looked up from his work, but she could see his face suddenly gain color (highly unusual for someone whose complexion was only a shade darker than raw bread dough) and the brush skitter slightly over the paper before stopping entirely. A minute passed in silence until his voice cracked.

"W-why would I want to do that?" He swallowed back a laugh with a bit more force than necessary.

Emboldened by this sudden switch from his usually calm and composed demeanor, Ino tossed her long hair behind her with a silvery laugh. "Well…don't all artists do nude drawings to sharpen their skills or something?" She lowered her eyelids and put on the flirtiest voice she could muster, "You're an amazing artist, Sai. I want to help you in any way I can."

His cheeks flushed darker than ever, but he agreed to it in the end.

Whatever was between them changed drastically after that. At first, he had kept his distance, respectfully averting his eyes as she disrobed and staying put in his chair to direct her poses. It wasn't until their fifth or sixth time that he silently put down the parchment and walked over to her, brush still in hand.

"No, no. Like this." He gently took hold of her left hand with his free one and guided it to rest just over her right breast. As he let go, his cold fingertips brushed against her heated skin. The sensation raised goosebumps all the way down her front, and with a jolt, she felt the peaks of her breasts swell into hardened nubs. His breath came out in a heavy stutter soon after; When her eyes met his darkened gaze, she knew he knew she was aware.

For a moment, they had both stared in silence, frozen, heartbeats mutually quickening into deep throbs. His hand hovered inches over her until she reached out and moved it to slowly slide around the swell of her breast. She closed her eyes and gasped softly as his thumb brushed over the tip.

She felt him shudder. "Ino…"

He had never used her actual name before then, only ever addressing her by the nickname "Beautiful" and hearing him say it in this way now filled her with a new kind of need that spiraled through her body and drilled into her very being. As if on its own accord, her other hand knocked the paint brush away, then carefully led his now empty hand lower, lower, to where that need burned and ached for him the most. Through slitted eyelids she watched him tremble, eyes wide and lips slowly parting around her name in silent reverence.

Softly, deliberately, she pressed him into her, guiding him in the small smooth motions she'd practiced alone in the dark of her room so many times before, showing him just what he needed to do to soothe that burning ache. The sheer intensity of the pleasure that resulted from the unfamiliar touch of another's fingers on her, then in her, made her bite down on her lower lip. A sigh of air left her lungs in a low moan.

"Sai…please touch me."

From then on, it became their own private ritual: She'd arrive at his place, they'd talk, she'd undress, he'd draw her, she'd look at his work and compliment it, he'd touch her until she quivered and cried out his name in a sweet burst of release. This ritual was always the same but somehow different and exciting every time.

Occasionally, their talks would be accompanied by food or drink. Small snacks usually, as their sessions took place in the early afternoon, but if one of them had a mission they would postpone until dinnertime. She liked when they shared full meals the best, and when she told him this, he agreed.

Sometimes, she undressed herself completely. Other times she would flash him a coy smile and drop her hands to her sides as he stepped up to delicately remove her clothes, piece by piece. The touching started early when this happened, though she never found a reason to complain. His caresses always worked wonders on her.

And rarely, after the paints had dried and she had been sated many times over by his talented hands, he would allow her to touch him as well. But this was seldom, as he would sigh a laugh and explain to her gently, "I get enough pleasure capturing you with ink and paper."

No matter what happened, Ino enjoyed their arrangement very much.

Now, ignoring that most of the sheet lay crumpled around her waist, Ino leaned forward to take the finished piece Sai presented to her. Right away, as she held it in her hands, she could tell this one was different. The lines were clean and smooth from brush strokes painted leisurely, unlike the usual quick sketchiness of his other artworks. It gave everything in the painting an almost ethereal quality; The cotton sheets swirled around her like silk and her long blond hair cascaded in waterfalls over the downy pillows. In the very center, her peacefully sleeping face shone soft and radiant.

Ino looked up, trying to ignore the strange stinging sensation behind her eyes and glowing warmth in her gut. "Sai, it's so beautiful." she breathed.

Sai let out one of his quiet half-chuckles. "I was inspired. You are very beautiful when you sleep."

Oh. Right. She grinned and rolled her eyes to shake off the odd feelings. "So, how long was I out exactly?" The edge of the parchment scratched the front of his shirt as she held it out to him.

Sai accepted the drawing from her and hoisted himself off the floor. "Not long. About 50 minutes, I think." He looked down at her warmly "You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you."

"Mmm." She watched him walk over and place the piece of parchment on his empty chair, heart pounding in anticipation of what was coming next. Her thighs involuntarily rubbed together.

When he returned to her and their lips finally met she couldn't help but smile into his kisses, now expertly paced from all the practice they'd gone through over the past few months. He tasted salty, but only slight and not nearly enough to disgust. He smelled like the parchment and ink that went everywhere with him, along with something organic…grass, maybe? Whatever it was, she loved it and relished every inhale she took whenever they were close.

An unfamiliar sensation made her start and pull away. When she looked down, she saw that Sai had brought over a clean, ink-free paintbrush and was lightly running it over her collarbone.

Sai stopped, head cocked. "Is this unpleasant?"

"No, it's just…I wasn't expecting it." She laughed and leaned back so he could have full access to her front. "Please continue, O Master Artist."

With a nod, Sai continued moving the brush until it reached her shoulder, then he pulled it back again, making short, light sweeps down until he reached her breasts. From there, he switched the movements to tiny swirls. A shiver ran down her spine as the circling brush ghosted over her nipple and drew out the tip into a pucker. With each stroke, the soft bristles lit up every nerve ending in her body, heightening her senses. Down below, she could feel her arousal slowly growing.

"Do you like this?" Sai asked as he turned his attention to the other side.

Ino sighed and arched so that her breasts thrust closer to him. "Mmm. It's very nice. Creative, too."

Sai laughed softly. "I read about it in a book. You can also use feathers, fabric, even hair." He gave the brush a final twirl and sat back to look at her.

That boy and his damn books. Normally, Ino found herself suppressing urges to rip said books from his hands and chuck them into the nearest body of water or fireplace. She thought they were stupid and even if their advice was well-intended, it never seemed to get across to Sai in a way that was actually beneficial to his relationships. But to their credit, the advice he took from this one seemed to be working far more effectively than usual. And she had to admit, she was very eager to see what other things he had picked out to use on her.

So she played along.

"Oh? A book?" Ino leaned forward and traced the front of his shirt with her fingertip, letting her voice drop down a pitch. "And is there anything else you learned from this book that you would like to share?"

Suddenly, she found herself flat on her back, pressed into the pile of pillows, her long hair tangled in knots around her. The sheet covering her lower half slowly pulled away and was tossed it somewhere nearby.

Dazed, Ino looked up at the man holding himself over her, eyeing her, almost hungrily. She had only seen him like this a couple times and it just so happened that those times remained stored in her mind as well preserved memories that she frequently liked to access.

The thought of gaining another one to add to the collection made her stomach do several backflips.

With the paintbrush long gone now, Sai sat back on his haunches, placing a hand on each kneecap and pushing her legs out. He glanced down with an unreadable expression. "You are a lot wetter than usual today." He stated as casually as one would when discussing the weather.

Ino knew better, though. The last time he had noted this out loud to her, she ended up on all fours biting into a pillow to muffle her cries, although once he put all of his fingers to work, she began climaxing and screamed his name so loud one of his neighbors ran over to bang on the door and ask who the hell was being murdered.

So when he didn't move his hands at all, she nearly growled in frustration. "Sai, are you going to do something?"

Sai's familiar sly, fox-like smile made an appearance. "Hmm, I wonder." After careful consideration, he finally moved to trace down the very center of the swelling mound between her legs with his fingertip. When he pulled away, a thin string of moisture connected them for the briefest instant.

Slowly his gaze moved back to her. Eyes narrowing, he watched her breathing grow ragged as he sucked her fluids from his finger and smoothly lowered himself until she could feel his warm breath where his finger had been just moments before.

…fuck.

Ino had heard about this from Hinata of all people (though it took quite a bit of coaxing to even get it out of her), that while sexual activity with the man you love was breathtaking in any form, there was nothing quite like the feeling of his mouth and tongue tasting and exploring the most intimate parts of you. She remembered how Sakura had spat out her drink-narrowly missing TenTen with the spray-and gaped at Hinata, absolutely flabbergasted.

"Naruto likes to do what?"

Hinata flushed and looked down at the table. The nervous stutter they all thought she had fully repressed as a teenager suddenly made a grand re-appearance. "W-well…you see…he's very good with his mouth and it feels really nice when he uses it…ah…down…down th-there…"

"But…but does it work?" Ino had pressed her, suddenly very interested in this revolutionary new information, "I mean, does he make you come when he does that?"

Hinata's reply was to flare up redder than a tomato and bury her face in her hands after barely getting out a small "yes". The entire table flew into a frenzied uproar, so much so that several other patrons at Yakiniku-Q were interrupted from their meals enough to shoot them a few glares.

Most likely due to the copious amount of alcohol consumed that night, by the time their next drawing rendezvous rolled around Ino had completely forgotten about her plan to ask Sai if he'd be willing to do that for her. It was obvious now, though, that had she asked, the answer would've been yes. On the other hand, she had tried pleasuring him with her mouth once but he hadn't seemed to enjoy it very-

"A-ahh!"

The coarse surface of his tongue on her sensitive flesh drew her out of her thoughts and back to the present. Greedily, he drank her essence in, lavishing her with indolent licks and rolling swipes of his tongue in return. The fringe of his bangs skimmed the smooth, bare skin just above (she preferred to keep herself entirely clean shaven unlike most girls her age-it was just a preference) until she grasped and tugged them back in her feverish haze.

In response, Sai closed his lips over the very top of her sex and made a deliberately deep vocalization. The strong vibrations it produced made her cry out and pull his hair even harder.

Soon his tongue travelled down to explore even lower-she would have never guessed that would feel this good-and his fingers were only too eager to pick up where it left off. His thumb pushed inside, massaging her at the core and when paired with the two fingers rubbing firmly at the throbbing nub above, the job was soon done. Ino shuddered as she felt the telltale tightening deep within.

"Sai…oh, Sai…I-I'm coming. I'm COMING." she gasped out, clutching his hair for dear life.

His fingers picked up speed to match the spasms of her hips, his tongue and teeth licked and nibbled below until finally, she threw her head back and let her release radiate through her entire body.

Her long hair clung to her in matted clumps as she struggled to sit up after experiencing such a sensation. She clumsily peeled them off her damp skin best she could, chest rising and falling heavily. "Sai, that was incredible," she breathed as he rested his chin on the bridge between her hipbones, "You really got that all from a book?"

He gave her a wry smile. "I thought you hated my books?"

She twiddled a strand of hair between her fingers, matching his expression. "You can keep this one. The rest have got to go."

"Hm. I'll think about it."

"Riiight."

Sai suddenly twitched and lifted off of her as if he had remembered something important. He swiftly stood up. "Excuse me for a moment."

Ino almost pouted at the loss of contact between them. "Where are you going?" she asked as he disappeared around the corner into his bedroom.

"I'm brushing my teeth." He called back to her.

Sure enough, light from the bathroom flooded through the bedroom door and she could hear the water running.

Ino crossed her arms and shot him an annoyed look when he returned. "Do I really taste that bad?"

"No, no. You taste fine." He settled himself over her, nudging her legs apart and resting his full weight onto her body once more. "It's good oral hygiene practice after eating someone out."

Ino silently laughed to herself at the halting way he said the last part. Over the years, he had drastically improved when it came to adding slang and colloquialisms into his vocabulary in a more natural way but sometimes his awkwardness with the vernacular of his peer group still showed through.

Truthfully, if it had been anyone else she would never have been able to stand it, but in Sai's case she found it absolutely endearing.

Now he smelled and tasted of strong mint when they kissed. She jerked as the rough fabric of his pants slid across her. "Haaa…careful, Sai, I'm still kind of sensitive."

He pulled back and put on the most unconvincing innocent expression she had ever seen in her life. "Oh, are you?"

"You know very well I am after I-aahhh…ah…ahhhh."

This time he had deliberately pressed into her with a slight roll of his hips, using just enough pressure for her to feel how hard he was getting. His moan almost harmonized with hers.

"Is this…another…book thing…?" she managed to pant out as Sai repeated the action with slightly more force.

"Y-yes." he grunted. He reached down to pull her hips tightly against his and made one rough grind after the other. Beads of sweat started forming on his face with each effort. His shirt grazed her breasts and the effect was much like the paintbrush he used on her earlier. "If…make you…come…shortly after…more…better…"

Ino would have laughed at his floundering incoherency if it weren't for the strong crackles of pleasure that jolted through her every time he moved…it was painful, excruciating, but no, at the same time it was wonderful, far more wonderful than anything she'd felt before then. One second she wanted it to stop forever, and the next she found herself praying it would never end. Laugh? She could barely think. Grabbing blindly at his hair, his shirt was a reflexive action now and he was the one leading their wild kisses that actually managed to successfully land.

"Sai, fuck, FUUUUCK."

The second orgasm rushed at her almost twice as hard and fast as the first. It clenched every muscle, every bone in her body and she felt her legs draw up until her knees bumped his shoulders. Her back arched so violently she even could hear a few joints popping.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally felt the tension melt away and let go of him to fall back into the pillows. Slowly, her breathing settled back into its normal pace. Above her, Sai stiffened, his normally smooth brow furrowed tightly. It took Ino a few muddled moments to put together that unlike her, he had yet to experience any kind of release and had held himself back halfway through his build-up to let her ride hers out.

Thankfully, he didn't protest when Ino reached up to tear open his shirt and instead helped her by quickly yanking it off himself while she unzipped his pants-stained all down the front with her fluids-and pushed them and his underwear to his knees. She didn't even wait for him to fully kick off his remaining clothes before wrapping her hands around him and stroking, stroking firm but slow, just how he liked it.

Sai sprawled onto his back next to her in complete surrender. This time, it was her turn to hold herself over him and watch the various muscles all over his well-toned body clench and jump in accordance with the movements of her hands. His head fell back in exquisite agony, eyes shut tight.

She remembered the first time she had seen him fully naked. Ironically, it had not been during one of their life drawing sessions but rather on the way back from completing a long-term mission that had required constant vigilance and gave them no time to themselves. When no one was looking, they had snuck off from camp into a moonlit clearing and soon Ino found herself backed up against a tree with Sai's hands sliding up her thighs and under her skirt as their lips met for the first time in over two weeks.

"Mmm…yes…right there…" Ino had whispered frantically when he tugged down her underwear and held her in his hand. His fingers moved in a steady rhythm until she could no longer stand and together they collapsed on the ground. She straddled his thighs, riding his thrumming fingers up and over the final crest as he kissed her breath away.

It didn't take her long to notice the slightly pained, desperate look on his face and the hardening length underneath her once she came down off her high. So she kissed him gently and brushed her fingertips over every inch of him she could possibly reach.

"I want to see you. All of you." She traced the thin sliver of exposed skin on his abdomen and lifted the hem of his shirt, just a little. His breath faltered, and for a moment she thought he would refuse until he crossed his arms to draw his shirt up and over his head in one swift motion then lay back so she could take care of the rest.

Soon after, he lay under her, the hard planes of his pale skin bathed in the glow of the fireflies drifting lazily around them, hair disheveled, and dark eyes glazed over. At that moment, she decided he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on…and then she saw it.

Being a medical ninja, she'd of course seen her fair share of that particular body part, but as she wracked her brain she couldn't come up with a single one of them that matched his in size.

"Sai," she stammered, her eyes wide with shock, "y-your…"

He blinked up at her. "Is something wrong?"

Ino hadn't been able to tear her eyes away from him. "That's…it's enormous," she finally managed to choke out, "I've never seen one that big before."

"Oh." Sai looked down at himself. "I didn't realize."

The way he said it was so blasé and indifferent that Ino couldn't help herself…she started laughing. Hard. So hard that tears started gathering at the corners of her eyes. She knew Sai had a habit of making jabs at Naruto for being small, but from the bits and pieces she'd managed to coax out of Hinata after several drinks it always sounded to her like Naruto was pretty averagely built. It all made sense now: Anyone would look small compared to Sai.

That night was also the first time they had joined together to make love, out there in the tall grass under the stars. Her thighs clenched around his hips as he pushed a steady rhythm into her, carefully, to acquaint his girth as painlessly as possible, and held her tight in his strong arms. Thrust after gentle thrust, he sighed into her ear, "Ino…Ino…"

When they came it was in unison, and the feeling of being entwined at the very center of each other's releases shook them to the core, left them trembling in bliss long after it ended. The sheer, raw beauty of the moment more than made up for the painful chigger bites they suffered from for days after…and having to endure an angry lecture from Shikamaru after he figured out just what they'd been doing in their hours-long absence from camp.

In the time it took her to reminisce, they had somehow travelled from the pile of pillows in the front room to his bed. She knew what that meant; He only ever moved them to the bedroom if he was in the mood to go all the way.

And boy, was he in the mood.

She'd landed on her side at the end of the bed, one leg hanging halfway off the edge and the other up in the air hooked over his shoulder. Her position gave him the perfect opportunity to slip two of his fingers into her and start spreading her open, all the while listing a bevvy of things that could possibly make the next hour or so more exciting. At this point, however, she was already so turned on and aching it was frustrating her more than exciting her and she needed him in her right now.

"…or I could blindfold you. Would you like that?" a third finger drove slowly into her, almost tauntingly.

Ino groaned and bit into her knuckles, tiny beads of salty sweat stinging her tongue. "Unngh, Sai, I don't care, just fuck me already."

"But you're not ready yet." She could practically hear the indecent smirk on his face. "Doesn't it feel so much better when you-"

"Sai, god damn it, if your dick is not inside me in the next ten seconds I am going to rip it off and put it in there myself."

Sai's hand stopped moving. "I don't think you'd do that." he replied flatly after a moment of consideration.

That did it. While she knew she would never actually go through with a threat like that, she couldn't give him the satisfaction of conceding while she had a chance to snatch away the upper hand. With a growl, Ino swiftly sat up and grabbed his erection, glaring squarely into his stunned face. "Try me."

A tense silence reverberated in the small space between them and Sai's look of surprise gradually shifted back to its default neutral. The storm of wicked cunningness brewing in his eyes, however, gave his game away completely. "Then perhaps you should be more…assertive."

The corners of her lips twitched upward in response to his challenge. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

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Part II coming up next!