A/N: I hoped you enjoyed Part I, and I hoped you explored MomoPink's version. Let's get down to business, shall we? =)

It Was On a Cold and Chilly Table…

Part II

She noticed his hesitation, was sensitive to it. "What's wrong?"

"I'm…being lame, sorry." He fondled the first snap. He wanted her, he wanted her bare skin under his hands, so why was he stopping like this to think? "I just wanna make sure you're comfortable with something like this…I mean," he was blabbering but he couldn't stop, "we hardly know each other and then to decide we're gonna have sex…?"

Her smile was genuine as she brought his hand up and kissed his fingers. "If I didn't want to have sex with you, I wouldn't have agreed with you. Let's just…relax…and do what comes natural to us, okay?"

When she dipped her tongue between his fingers, swirling hot, slick patterns in his palm, he told his brain to fuck off, he was going to get a sexual education from Yamanaka Ino, and dammit, he was going to like it. After he tugged his hands away, he unsnapped that lab coat and heaved it over his shoulder, glad to be rid of it. Now he could concentrate on her cleavage, her swollen lips, her perfect hips…and Ino trying her damned best to break out of his arms. What the hell.

"Kiba! I need that!" she said, clearly irritated. She had gone rigid as she tried pulling away. "You tossed it over the curtain to the other examining room!"

"We'll get it after. Chill."

Her eyes flashed. "That's not the point! Someone might find it," she whispered angrily.

"So what?" He really didn't see what had her panties in a bunch. "They'll give it to you when they see you next after the exam."

He could sense her gearing up for a fight, so he closed his mouth over hers and frenched her hard, his hands roaming over her womanly curves, finding access points to the soft field of skin. She resisted for a moment, wanting to win, but then she went boneless in his arms, curving against him, and he couldn't help his hips grinding into her, sandwiching his erection between them. He saw lightning, heard a gasp- -and then he felt her palm his dick, squeezing, and slipping further along the sensitive shaft down to cup his nuts. This touch wasn't at all like the test; the touch now was curious and experimental. Somewhat more thorough. She was exploring him as much as he explored her.

And speaking of exploration…he fiddled with the buttons on her top, clumsily getting them undone. Underneath, her bra was a rich, sexy purple with loads of lace- -but he fixated on her cleavage as his boner pulsed in response. He dropped her shirt to the side so he could touch and kiss her creamy chest, playing his hands over and around her breasts, rubbing thumbs over hardened nipples. The lace was a wonderful roughness that accentuated her soft skin. Then, true to his word, he licked a trail over those mounds, and as Ino panted and groaned, nibbled on her neck since he'd been thinking about it. She stepped back, leaving him reeling, and reached around to undo the clasp.

"Wait a second." He stopped her arms; if this was going to be 'educational' he might as well learn how to unhook a chick's bra. "Let me."

Ino gazed him, mouth agape, but she lowered her arms and shrugged. "Sure. Have at it."

He plucked the straps, hooking his fingers under them, and followed them to the back where the clasp was. After he toyed around for a moment, he held down one side with his thumb and flicked the other side over. It popped right away; he tore it off Ino's chest so he could see, but she clamped herself to him.

"Yikes! It's freezing!" She did this cute little hop-skip thing, and he felt soft breasts capped in hard nipples rub across his chest. "It's much more comfortable with clothes on."

Over the dizzying arousal humming inside his head, he managed to say, "You know…skin-to-skin contact's supposta prevent hypothermia."

She looked up at him with a smile. "Is that so?" Her body shifted- -she bounced up on her toes - -to kiss to him. As he let her tongue play over his canines, he felt her untying the gown strings. When they came lose, she tugged it free and let it drop to the side.

"My, my," she whispered as she spread her hands over his chest. "You are a piece of work."

There was no response to that when she fixed her mouth to one of his nipples, using her teeth to sent delicious shockwaves straight through him, softening the pleasure-pain with smart application of tongue. It was like she had complete command of all his nerves, all of them wrapped around her salacious little finger for her to do with as she pleased.

He pushed her back by her shoulders, and growling, said, "That's my move."

She made no effort to cover herself, but instead, she watched for his reaction. Which was to stare, with his jaw hanging. Her breasts were as perky and lovely as he'd imagined them, nipples standing erect and pink, begging to be ravished. She stretched back, arms over her head, inviting him. Yes. He understood. He leaned down, curling his tongue over one, allowing one hand to caress the side of that heavy flesh, while the other found her thigh under her skirt.

Ino wiggled, hands fisting in his hair, and she half-panted, half-moaned. "Oh, God, Kiba!"

"Shush, woman," he answered, in an exaggerated whisper. At this rate, they would not go unnoticed for very long. "Keep it down."

"I'm…" She swallowed and gasped when he dug a canine into her skin, "I'm trying."

His fingers under her skirt traced the inside of that firm thigh up to rough material he now recognized as lace. Curious, he placed his hand between her legs; she groaned, bucking, and he felt wicked heat and dampness there, and a huge influx of hormones imploring him to fuck her now. His whole body ached in response. Suddenly there was nothing more important in the world than to get her completely naked.

Drawing away, he unbuckled her skirt, and he aggressively stripped her. He had to stop a moment to catch his breath when he noticed that, yes, her underwear matched, and damn, it was a thong. He knew because she'd turned her back to him, giving him a full, unadulterated view of her rear. Muscles tightened, his blood hot in his veins, and he throbbed for her when she pushed her ass against him, rubbing his dick along the crevice between the cheeks.

He must've made a sound because Ino gazed at him over her shoulder and said, "Is that good for you?" Hell, yes, it was good.

Having felt the soft smoothness of her skin, the lace's roughness drew all his attention to the friction there and how he didn't want her stop, ever. She was being too gentle with him. He planted his hands on her hips, her skin cool under his heat.

"Yeah, but rougher." He rolled her hips firmly, grunted, the pleasure knifing up his stomach and spreading in his chest, and he realized that if he wanted to continue, he'd have to stop this and do something else. The lube on the tray caught his attention. A dirty, dirty idea occurred to him. "I'm taking off yer panties."

A pause. "Okay. Hold on a second." After another moment, her body shifted down a couple inches. "Ready."

Carefully, so as not to startle her, he peeled the panties off her hips and down over her knees. She'd worn little heels, not her combat boots, and she'd taken them off. Her feet were dainty- -the toenails painted a soft pink- -and were turning a shade blue from the cold floor.

"Wait," he told her. "I'm gonna put my clothes over the table for you."

"What for?"

"You'll see," he answered, not quite able to hide the smirk in his voice. He'd dropped his clothes in a heap to the side and he picked through them for what he wanted. Patiently, she waited for him to arrange his long-sleeved shirt and flak jacket as an extra barrier on the table. "There. Now get on."

A confused line between her brows. "What're you…?"

"Just trust me. Lay down, wouldja?" She didn't fight him when he grabbed under her thighs and lifted her up to sit on the table, settling her on the nest of clothes. He heard her shift around, cloth and paper rustling, as he grabbed one bottle of lube from the tray. "Ready?"

"I suppose I should be worried," she said. "Is that lube in your hand?"

He turned to her to answer, but the words died on his tongue. She'd lain on her side, the lean lines and gentle slopes of her body spread out for him like some sexy feast, and to his hungry eyes, she looked delicious enough to eat all up. Grinning, he flipped the cap of the tube open and took a whiff.

"Chocolate," he answered, voice caught up in his throat. Then as he approached her, he couldn't help but add, "You remember finger-painting in kindergarten?"

Her head cocked. "Yeah…"

"Guess who's my canvas." Her eyebrows jumped as he rolled her to her back. "Hold still, cupcake."

He squirted a glob of the lube onto his finger and when he swooped some loops around her nipple, she squirmed and giggled. "You're tickling me!"

"So yer ticklish, hunh?" He repeated the loops around the other nipple, ignoring her stifled squeals, and stood back to admire his handiwork so far. "A bouquet."

"Flowers, Kiba? For me?" Ino dotted her finger in one of the lube petals. She licked her finger. "Hmm. This tastes pretty good. For lubricant."

"Glad to hear it. 'Cause I'm gonna lick it off here in just a minute."

He made long stems for the flowers, drawing a line straight over the bumps of her ribs, over the smooth plane of her belly to the tuft of blonde hair between her legs, and when he made zigzags to depict grass below her navel, she outright laughed. But he was finished with the lube for now and tugged her into a sitting position so he could stand, instead of leaning over her. Both of them dragged breath into their lungs, and he was burning up, his body pleading with him to just get inside her already.

More to calm himself down than anything, he kissed her mouth and lazily bit and sucked his way down her throat to her tits. He couldn't help but spend time there, letting his body pulse for her, and listening to her sighs and quiet moans as he lapped up the chocolate flavor. His hands slipped down her spine, her ass irresistible. Eventually he followed the sweet path to her belly. His mind had gone to between her legs, curious as to what she looked like there, but knowing she might stop him if she was as finicky with her privates as he'd been. Easing her into showing her goods might work.

"Don't freak out," he said, gently pushing on her shoulders to lean her back again. He rested his hands on her shut thighs. "Let me stand between your legs for this."

Her hormones immediately kicked up- -in nerves- -and her face and chest turned a brilliant pink. The muscles in her legs strained under his fingers even though he hadn't yet applied pressure. "I-I…I'm…not…"

"Ino," he said, understanding, keeping his eyes locked with hers, "I'm not gonna take you unawares. Trust me."

She took a few deep breaths, nodded, relaxed back, but watched him as he pushed his hands between her knees and gently, oh, so gently, pried them apart. He was immediately struck by her heavy scent now, how, God, it smelled like a drug, something he needed to get through life, that it overwhelmed his brain, kicking out good manners, and the thickness of that scent coated his tongue so that he had to taste it for himself.

Carefully, he leaned to swirl his tongue to lick away the chocolate lube grass from her abdomen, ears attuned to her groaning and heart beating hard in his chest at what he was about to do. To a girl. To fucking Yamanaka Ino, princess bitch of Konoha. He shifted some, discreetly. When he'd finished there, he kissed down her leg to her inner thigh and bent one leg at the knee.

"What?" she asked, propping up on her elbow.

"I wanna see." Ino stared at him, blue eyes wide, so he patted her crotch. "This," he clarified. "I wanna see this."

She nodded, swallowed. "Okay." Nerves spiked. Then she reached out her arms to grip the edge of the table and bent the other leg, so he had a full view.

Seeing what it all looked like wasn't as weird as he thought it was going to be. A couple of pink folds surrounded by white-blonde hair. That was it. What a woman looked like. And the pink glistened. Was it…slick? He slid his hands along her impossibly smooth skin- -muscles tensing underneath- -and rubbed a thumb along those folds. Ino's hips arched some and a deep rasp escaped her lips. So that was important.

Instinct drove him to bend over and tongue her right along her crevice; her salty-tang was even more delicious to him than the chocolate lube, maybe because of the lube, and he felt as though he was drooling all over her, but there was no avoiding it. Ino cried out and her hips positively jumped, and as he flicked his tongue over and down, she writhed loudly across the paper and clothing under her. She mewled his name, pleading, crying, struggling to be quiet, but she must've realized she couldn't be under his clever mouth. After a few seconds, her legs clamped around his head and squeezed, forcing him to stop. He did, reluctantly, and lifted his head, unable to avoid the cocky smirk.

"I think," she said, sitting up, flushed and sweaty, "that you need to get on this table with me."

He extricated himself from her legs, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Is that so?"

"Yes. That's so." She jockeyed around on the table and gestured. "Move it."

He chuckled. "Excited, much?"

"Shut up. You're just as excited, Mr. Erection."

"Pffft." There was the bossy princess he recognized. "You know it."

She sighed, shaking her head, and waited for him to move.

After strategizing a moment, he decided that going ass-first would be best, so he hopped on the table. But when he spread his limbs out, he didn't expect the table to flex, cracking like a baking sheet in the oven. The noise was so loud that he swore to God that he thought he heard an echo. He froze, too fearful for cursing, his heart pulsing in his throat; Ino mirrored his own wide eyes. The moment hung in a balance as they both expected someone to come charging through the curtain wondering what the hell that noise was. After seconds ticked by like years and no one even rustled the curtain, Kiba breathed again.

"Damn," Ino said, shakily. "That was almost bad."

"No kidding." He scooted up next to her, finding the flat surface uncomfortable, but bearable. The space between himself and Ino seemed like too far. "C'mere."

"Not so fast," she said, sitting up. She shoved him flat to his back and swung a leg over to straddle him. She'd conducted herself quickly enough that he couldn't form a protest. "It's my turn."

Her dominance over him totally turned him on, and he played his hands over the curves of her hips and back as she leaned forward to nibble along his neck and under his ear. Fireworks of nerves danced under his skin. This was heavenly. What he'd dreamed of. Her nails plowed trails through his hair, sending prickles through his scalp down his spine. And he liked her feather kisses along his collarbone and shoulder, and when she lifted up on her knees, his sensitive tip dragged through wet heat. Sweat broke out across his forehead when he realized just how dangerously close he was to pushing into her.

"It's time for the condom demo," she murmured, and settled on his knees. Thank you. She leaned down to blow cool air on him and reflexively, he strained upwards with his hips. Something crinkled and he realized she had the condom she'd given him in her hand. "Always tear with your fingers, never with your teeth or kunai because you'll risk tearing the latex."

She demonstrated opening the package. Sweet, plastic strawberry flooded his senses. "You place the bubble on the tip of the erect penis"- -she did so and cold plastic opposed the burning arousal he felt- -"and roll it down the shaft so that the condom fits snugly. Make sure there is enough space for semen in the bubble, otherwise it'll back up." He couldn't speak, only watch in abstract fascination as she hovered over him, rolling the condom on him with a firm, deeply satisfying grip.

"Flavored condoms allow your partner to do things like this," she said and, holy God, she licked him from base to pink tip, tongue slithering around in a pattern that had him gripping the sides of the table in the white-knuckled throes of pleasure. When had she learned this skill? But he didn't care. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her mouth and tongue on his dick, burning the imagery into his brain to relive until the day he died. Then she pulled him deep into her throat until he was a grunting, tense mess under her, and as much as he wanted gratification right this instant, he needed in her.

"Mercy," he gasped, tugging her ponytail. "Mercy!"

Ino relented, and he managed to pant and sweat under her amused gaze. As he rallied together coherent thought, she scooted back to stretch for the lube he'd placed on the tray- -the same chocolate- -and curious, he watched her squirt a pea-sized amount on her finger and then touch between her legs.

"Lube'll help with penetration," she said, straddling him, gripping his pink-wrapped boner, "so hold still while I adjust."

He nodded since he was too intent on not missing anything because this was The First Time. Ino drew up on her knees and slid forward, centering herself over him. Both of them held their breath, concentrating, focused, nervous, but strangely relaxed. Slowly, a fraction of an inch, she lowered down; he felt a pressure, some good, hot pressure on his oversensitive head, but at that moment, a startled, husky "Oh, God!" interrupted them.

They both paused, 'What the hell?' written all over her features. Then they both looked sideways to the curtain separating them from the next room over.

"Was that…Sakura?" he asked. His brain had sort of known that Sakura and Shikamaru were on the other side of the curtain, but he hadn't found it to be relevant and so ignored it until now. "Heh…do you think they're…you know." He emphasized 'you know' with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

Ino snorted. "Sakura? Shikamaru? Nah…not in a million years."

Just for the hell of it, Kiba pooled some chakra to his nose. Oh, how wrong she was, because his nose detected some serious hormones from the other side. He felt a smirk crawl across his face.

But before he could comment, a huge swell of heated pleasure surged up, obliterating reality as it tensed him in its wake. All that coherent thought? Gone. He grunted, comprehended that Ino had, indeed, been penetrated, fully, and that he fit snug and tight inside her. She didn't move. Her nostrils had flared, and he could sense she was getting used to him inside her.

The combination of strawberry condom and the chocolate lube Ino used brought a joke to his sex-addled brain. "I just thoughta something."

She bit her lip and moaned, tilting her head back to bare her throat, "What's…that?"

"We're making dessert."

"Ha-ha," she whispered, "you're so funny."

"I thought-aaaaaah." She'd rocked her hips and tore the words from his mind and mouth.

The friction between them wasn't difficult, thanks in part to the lubricant, but mostly because of the unseen connection spanning between them. That the connection he was experiencing with Ino was soul-deep did not escape him. He'd felt the new ground bared by their choices, and it motivated him to keep him locked in on her. Her eyes were intent, hands pressed for support against his chest. She did it again, rocked her hips, and he couldn't help his hips from bowing, lifting up, diving further into slick hotness.

The tense heat blazed straight through him, up his guts, to his chest, and dug into his brain until there was no sense of decency or reserve, and it was like he'd never lived before now, never felt physical pleasure, had never realized that this was what women could do.

Ino's mouth formed a surprised 'o' for half a second before her face melted into utter bliss. She sat up straighter, leaned back just a little- -putting out those ripe breasts so they were all he could see- -and rolled her hips forward. Ah, yes. He anticipated her- -or his body did since his mind had forgotten what it was supposed to do- -and lifted up with his hips. That seemed to click for both of them; they gasped together and after a few more tries, they found a comfortable rhythm together that soaked him down to a mindless animal that lapped at the friction inside the pliant sheath.

Dammit, he'd never known how easy it was- -both the courting and the actual sex, and he couldn't quite believe the tremulous burning, the ebb and tide of tenseness and ease, was all coming so naturally. Ino's body shone with sweat, she bit her lip, making prolonged 'hmmm' sounds. He felt the rise of liquid heat, his heart beating hard as he throbbed from Ino's quickening pace.

Sweat slicked his own skin as he edged closer and closer to a grand, desperately needed release. The skin of a bubble separated him from it; he fought to bring air to his lungs as Ino tossed her head back, her cries sharp and high-pitched. Her scent had worked into a frenzy. Something indescribable that drove him crazy. His muscles strained as he galloped under her, half noticing how she flexed back as lava-heat clamped around him; the bubble burst and, God, yes, he rode a magnificent wave, lost in blinding closeness and sheer lust and animal release that shot from him straight into her.

They both came down to earth panting, and Kiba struggled to harness a fresh wave of emotion. It ached, but it made him feel like his whole body had dilated, had opened up to absorb Ino's presence. Did she feel the same? Was this normal?

"Ino-" But she dropped a hand over his mouth.

"Give us a minute," she said.

She began deliberately breathing in through her nose and exhaling through her mouth; her hair draped over her shoulder and brushed along his chest, as her hands covered his, working them lose. His fingers had clamped into the soft flesh at her hips, and when he peeled his fingers away, he noticed he'd left marks behind on her skin.

A bead of sweat raced over her clavicle and between her breasts, without thinking he used the pad of his thumb to catch it. Ino smiled and licked the sweat off his thumb. Then she lifted her hips, separating them. Somehow a wet-napkin had appeared in her hand; he relaxed and let Ino wipe him down, after disposing of the condom. The cold wetness sent shivers through him, but he didn't much care. He shifted to the side when she stretched out to lie on the table next to him; he felt malleable, like taffy pulled and stretched and drooping. The curve of her body fit his, and she let him wrap his arm around her.

She sighed. "That was fun."

"Hm-hm." He wasn't sure what she wanted. Whatever it was, he realized, he'd give it to her. Space, more sex, a favor, whatever, she could take it; it was hers. "It was."

"Do you feel you're properly educated?"

Did he hear an innuendo in her question? He needed a response that would tell her he was still interested, but would also give her an escape. "I wouldn't mind another session, just to make sure we've covered everything. But only if, you know, you think we need it."

"Hm." She tapped her chin as though thinking it over. "I think I could manage that."

He fell silent, thanking his lucky stars that this total babe had been his doctor, and now his sex teacher. Her hair was in his face, so he breathed in her shampoo and let his hand stroke the dip between her hipbones. The burgeoning new feeling spread. He didn't stop it.

"You're super-warm, Kiba," she whispered, snuggling in closer, "but we should get dressed."

Yeah, he supposed she was right. Reluctantly they hopped off the table and picked up their scattered clothing. He watched Ino step into her thong and wanted so badly to keep her near him. Not wanting to seem clingy, he resisted interrupting her and dressed in his chilled clothing. They finished nearly at the same time, and the fragile resistance he'd put up crumbled.

"Hey," he said, tucking Ino into his arms. He nuzzled her and kissed her softly, unable to comprehend his own display of physical affection. "When's yer shift over?"

Her scent spiked. She liked his attention. "I've got a few hours left."

He couldn't goddamn stop himself from rubbing his forehead on hers, dropping gentle kisses across her face. "Lemme take you out somewhere. Anywhere." Anything. Please, anything to see her again.

"Sure. We'll just do everything backasswards," she said, giggling, and she turned her face into his neck. "You know, I kinda like you."

"Yeah, I kinda like you, too."

They kissed again, not a fiery, passionate kiss, but a slow-burn one tipped in a golden emotion from both of them. Heartbeats marked time. He knew he was too interested in her for his own good. Kiba broke the kiss since they'd probably stand there kissing until someone caught them, and he didn't want to ruin Ino's reputation. Wordlessly, he waited at the curtain for her to collect the clipboard, wrestling with his damn stupid mouth to stop a face-breaking grin, and they exited together.

Shikamaru and Sakura bumped into them. The girls tittered at one another. Kiba saw the pink on Sakura's cheeks- -smelt the bubblegum (and Shikamaru) on her without even trying- -and the way Shikamaru oozed sedateness out of his skin. They nodded at each other…guy-speak for a necessary, mutual silence.

"Here's your jacket, Ino," Sakura said, handing Ino the jacket he'd pitched over the curtain. "How'd it get into our examining room?

Ino's elbow connected to his stomach; air escaped him with a surprised oomph! "This jackass thought it'd be a great joke to toss it over. Well," she said, abruptly, "I have some other patients to attend. See you at about seven, Kiba."

She turned on her heel, her ponytail swinging, and marched in the opposite direction, pulling on the jacket as she went. Kiba let his smirk crack his face. Seven o'clock. You got it, babe.

"Eh, I should get going too," Shikamaru said. Nothing but neutrality in his tone. "Later, Sakura."

Sakura smiled shyly. She brushed her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. I need to clock out. See you!"

Kiba waved at her and walked beside Shikamaru towards the exit. He knew he shouldn't say anything, knew Shikamaru wouldn't appreciate it, but Kiba couldn't help ribbing the guy just a little.

"So," he said, unable to help his grin any longer, "how'd it go with Sakura?"

A long pause. "Awkwardly."

"I'm sure you guys figured everything out."

Kiba felt Shikamaru hesitate to analyze his face, pasted with an unfaltering mile-wide grin. Then Shikamaru said, "What?"

For a genius, Shikamaru sure was slow in picking up innuendo. "I mean, wasn't it better having a pretty girl examine you?"

And now Shikamaru's eyes narrowed. "Kiba." His voice was low, dangerous. "If you so much as breathe a word, I will kill you."

Kiba chuckled. "No need. I wanna live long enough to date Ino."

His eyebrows crunched together; disgust tinged his words. "Ino? You're sick."

"Heh. Maybe. And that's why I'm getting another examination from her."

A slight fidget- -a finger pressed to his brow. "Please tell me you threw the jacket over before you-"

Of all the concerns Shikamaru had, his main one was Ino's jacket? Kiba let the laugh bubble in his chest as he answered. "Relax. It was unused. I promise."

They had exited the hospital's frigidness to Konoha's wavering heat. Kiba glanced at the sun, sitting high on the horizon. Ino'd be four more hours. He could wait for her.

Shikamaru sighed as they separated. "Well, good luck with Ino and everything."

He didn't think he'd need good luck, but he sure as hell wanted some privacy the next time he and Ino hooked up. Kiba shoved his hands into his pockets, glanced back up at the hospital, and sauntered down the road. She'd been totally worth it. And when Mom asked questions, as he knew she would, he'd only be happy to tell her the details.

A/N: As usual, I leave the end open for a Part III, though none is planned right now. Go and visit MomoPink's "I Wanna Get a Physical". And don't forget to leave some love!