Mysterious Kunoichi (Part 1 of 2 in the MK Series)

Defining Moments

"You seem familiar, but I'm not sure I know you." He commented, after studying my face.

"It's been a long time. I think I was about eight or nine the last time I saw you."

"How old are you now?"

"21."

"So I would've been 18 to 19 when I saw you last."

"Remember the young girl that lived with Minato and Kushina?"

He tilted his head in thought, "Y/n?!"

I smiled brightly at his realization. I nodded happily, "Correct."

"You're beautiful." He blurted.

I puffed my cheeks and looked away, "I'm not sure that was a compliment."

He laughed awkwardly and waved his hands in front of him, "No, no, I just meant... you were just a kid back then. I-"

*sigh* "It's okay." He still seemed uncomfortable, "Thank you." I laughed.

We ordered dinner and sake, enjoying having someone to spend time with. I found myself giggling and flirting. He was becoming affectionate with his gentle touches of my hands across the table. Soon, he moved to sit next to me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer.

"I should probably get going. I need to get a room for the night." I noticed the time.

"I was planning on staying myself. I'm not due back until tomorrow anyway."

We slipped from the booth, not exchanging another word. He requested one room at the inn. We walked to the room in silence. He opened the door, holding it open for me to enter first. I placed my cloak and pack on the small table. I removed my tanto, placing it with my belongings.

"Is it alright if I shower?" I turned to ask the special jonin.

He had removed his hitai-ate and vest. He untucked his shirt as he answered, giving me a view of this delectable abs, "Of course."

I pulled clothes from my pack, black boy shorts and a f/c tank top. I walked to the bathroom casually. I enjoyed the hot water, allowing it to massage my worries away. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same.

After stepping from the shower, I braided my hair and dressed. I exited the bathroom to find a shirtless Genma. His pants were unbuttoned. My eyes traced his few scars that adorned his Shinobi hardened body. I bit my lip, holding back the urge to touch him.

He walked to me, stopping to stand in front me, "I'll be right out."

All I could do was nod. I almost told him not to worry about showering. But, being on a mission, who knows the last time he showered. I sat on the bed reading a book on healing, trying to expand my abilities in that department.

As I heard the bedroom door open, I glanced up. A towel around his shoulders, and low hanging, knee length sweatpants, were the only thing on his otherwise naked body. He approached the bed cautiously. I sat the book on the bed beside me. He stood at the edge of the bed.

I scooted forward, spreading my legs on either side of his body. My hands traveled up his hips, to his stomach and chest, then back down. I let my fingers graze his semi-hard shaft as I felt his thighs. I earned a light hiss at the contact.

"We don't have to do this." He pointed out.

"I think you and I both know that we both want this."

To prove my point, I peeled my shirt off. Genma sucked in a breath at the sight.

"Fuck." He groaned.