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You bring the blanket, I'll provide the wine

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"You know... You know what you need?" Anko slurs slightly, gesturing at him with her sake cup and accidentally spilling some on the cuff of her coat. "You need sex, my friend. Yes," she intones solemnly and nods once just for good measure. Everything is pleasantly hazy around the edges and Iruka has to crane his neck and lift his head off his arms to meet her eyes.

"You know, you make an excellently valid point," he concurs tipsily, swilling the last gulp of sake in the cup before downing it and breaking wind. "But I - oh excuse me, didn't mean for that one to come out the way it did - I don't know who'd be up for the job. In case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of single."

"What a fucking coincidence! So am I!" Anko exclaims merrily and pulls him into a one armed hug. "Hooray for being single!"

"To being single!" Iruka cheers as well, aiming for his sake cup and getting the bottle instead. Whatever, he thinks. It'll do.

Anko still has her arm around his neck and her breasts are pressing firmly against his side when it suddenly dawns on Iruka that there might be a possible solution to his dilemma.

"How about we fuck each other?" he supplies with a dopey grin and reaches out a hand to grope one of those spectacularly firm breasts. Anko is quiet for a second, as though in serious contemplation.

"Ah fuck it," she says then and guides his hand under her mesh shirt where his fingers instantly migrate toward a taught nipple. "Why the fuck not?"

An hour of drunken stumbling, clumsy groping in seedy alleys and a side-trip back to the bar to retrieve the keys to Iruka's apartment later, he topples Anko artlessly onto his narrow single bed. "Nice place you've got here," she purrs at him before propping herself up on her elbows to lick at the hollow of his throat. "S'cozy."

"Yeah well, it's one of the perks of being a Chunin," Iruka says glibly while tracing the inside of her left leg, letting his hand slide up until it's nestled against her. "Small apartments come standard." He can feel the heat and damp of her sensitive skin radiate against his splayed fingers. It's been years since he's taken a woman to his bed, and Iruka spends the next few moments in quiet stupor as he reacquaints himself little by little with how the female anatomy works.

Anko presses her face into his comforter, cheeks flushed and lips parted as he strokes her through the mesh of her uniform, first gently and then more and more boldly.

"Fuck, Iruka," she grits out. "I'm not a goddamn doll. Finger me or fuck me, but for the god's sake just do something! I can't fucking stand it any longer!" The comment catches him off-guard and before he knows whether he's up or down, Anko flips them so that she's straddling his hips, the shape of her flush against his cock. It only hits him then how painfully hard he is.

Anko gives a frustrated growl, reaches between her legs and yanks. There is a very loud, very audible sound of material tearing clean at the seams and then Anko's slim fingers encircle his cock. Iruka bucks up at the unexpected contact, hands involuntarily gripping Anko's thighs hard enough to bruise.

"Hold on a sec," she murmurs, eyes bright and there's another tearing sound. And then everything turns into dizzying heat and excrutiating tightness as Anko lowers herself onto his cock. The gradual stretch seems to take forever, and she lets out a surprised-sounding "Oh" once he's fully inside her. "Wow," she whispers and leans over him, breasts pressed together and swaying tantalizingly in front of his eyes. "Just... Wow."

"Can I move? Are you okay?" Iruka asks breathlessly, thumbs smoothing over the linen of her skirt. His mouth doesn't seem to want to work and his brain feels like it's short-circuited, but the need to make sure that Anko is alright, that she can handle herself takes precendence.

"I'm right as rain, though I'll be pretty much fucking golden once we start moving, sunshine," she says and gives a somewhat impatient, experimental shimmy of her hips. Iruka wants to laugh at her urgency, but the cant of her hips makes it difficult and in the end, he decides to just give up on rational thought all together in favour of the comfortable drunken buzz he's settled into.

Anko moves, pistons herself up and down on his dick and Iruka breathes deep, reaches a hand into her hair to drag her into a sloppy kiss. She tastes of sake and dango and faint traces of nicotene and Iruka just wants to lose himself in her heat and the intimacy of her body against his.

"This is the first time I've ever fucked with my clothes still on," Anko muses as she leans back and closes her eyes, picks up the rhythm. She is all cat-sleek curves and supple strength and Iruka finds that he cannot keep his hands off her. He's fascinated by the way she reacts to each and every touch. By how he runs a hand along the slant of her ribs and she shifts forward, grinds down on his cock and makes breathy incoherent noises. By how he flicks a nipple and she lifts herself almost completely off him before slamming down hard enough to wrench hoarse cries from him and make black spots dance in his field of vision.

Time seems to slip away in drips and dollops, and Anko fucks him deeper into the bed; rides hard him until the muscles of his stomach quiver and protest and his thighs burn and threaten to knot into charley horses. And just when Iruka thinks that he can't take it anymore, Anko comes with a long, drawn out cry.

She topples onto his chest and stays there for a moment before she reaches down to feel at where they're joined. "You haven't come yet," she whispers into his shoulder.

"Doesn't matter," he tells her and kisses her forehead. "At least we both got laid." And Anko chuckles weakly, even though it's not really funny at all.

"I'm tired," she mumbles and Iruka can feel her already drifting off. Anko isn't heavy, but she's solid - all compact build and sinewy muscle - and Iruka wonders if he should ask her to move. But by the time he decides to ask her she's dead to the world and snoring softly and he doesn't have the heart or the energy to push her off. So he lies like that, with his dick already starting to go limp inside her and the soft warm weight of her body bearing down on him. Eventually, he falls asleep counting the beats of his own heart and listening to Anko's soft snores.