Post by Haruno Sakura on Feb 16, 2008 22:56:36 GMT -5
It was a strange, nostalgic feeling, one she would rather not have yet at the same time--was glad she had. Whispers of curt instructions passed throuh her head as her strong, calloused fingers moved across the soft skin, kneeding with care. Even with eyes open and focused she could somehow see the clinical bed, smell the mixture of soap and medicine, feel the awkwardness at her front as she lay on her stomach on the cool sheets. Temari was lucky, her setting was much more pleasurable and inviting than her own had been once upon a time. The information she had in her head was useful though, and every sigh and mewl Temari's lips spewed were enough to have the attentive girl satisfide.
With eyes dancing across her bare back, she stopped for just a second in time, not even noticeable to anyone but herself. It was the joined hands moving towards a scar, and Sakura fought the urge to laugh. Temari's embarrassment was nothing of her own, for if she were to pull up her own shirt... With her mind on her own disguting little secret, she missed her answer and had absently continued her work. Tacitly Sakura's and Ino's hands began to work in unison, and when she could feel the graze of Ino's considerably softer skin against her own she noticed that they had both reached their midway point.
"I had spa treatment... And then some." The smirk was half bemused, and like most things she left it at that, not indulging anyone but herself in her own private thoughts. Her hands moved away from the girl, which signalled some sort of end.
"That's enough of that." Before Temari could utter any form of dissapointment, the green eyed teen went forward. "We can get to the good stuff, this was just working at your tense muscles. Now we pamper you."
She moved, disturbing the bed as she leaned to reach the lotions. "Ino, you can take the spotlight now. Work this aleo into her back, you can do anything you want..." She made sure their eyes were locked, expressing that look of mischeif. "Within reason of course." And she parted, leaving the two blondes on the bed while she went to do what seemed most natural at the moment--wash her hands. If anyone knew Sakura, even in aquaintance, they were quick to pick up the feline cleansiness of the girl. Any more 'clean' and she'd be one of those paranoid germaphobes.
"I'll be back." She said in her Brit-sounding English, purposly said in the language to keep the pun authentic. The German accent was something she couldn't do though... Well, she was out the door anyway.
With eyes dancing across her bare back, she stopped for just a second in time, not even noticeable to anyone but herself. It was the joined hands moving towards a scar, and Sakura fought the urge to laugh. Temari's embarrassment was nothing of her own, for if she were to pull up her own shirt... With her mind on her own disguting little secret, she missed her answer and had absently continued her work. Tacitly Sakura's and Ino's hands began to work in unison, and when she could feel the graze of Ino's considerably softer skin against her own she noticed that they had both reached their midway point.
"I had spa treatment... And then some." The smirk was half bemused, and like most things she left it at that, not indulging anyone but herself in her own private thoughts. Her hands moved away from the girl, which signalled some sort of end.
"That's enough of that." Before Temari could utter any form of dissapointment, the green eyed teen went forward. "We can get to the good stuff, this was just working at your tense muscles. Now we pamper you."
She moved, disturbing the bed as she leaned to reach the lotions. "Ino, you can take the spotlight now. Work this aleo into her back, you can do anything you want..." She made sure their eyes were locked, expressing that look of mischeif. "Within reason of course." And she parted, leaving the two blondes on the bed while she went to do what seemed most natural at the moment--wash her hands. If anyone knew Sakura, even in aquaintance, they were quick to pick up the feline cleansiness of the girl. Any more 'clean' and she'd be one of those paranoid germaphobes.
"I'll be back." She said in her Brit-sounding English, purposly said in the language to keep the pun authentic. The German accent was something she couldn't do though... Well, she was out the door anyway.