Disclaimer: Still don't own Naruto.

--Gain--

Against her better judgment, Anko shut off the light and joined her half-drunk friend in bed —flat on her back—on the other side as far away as possible from the still-naked Jounin. That was ruined as Kurenai rolled over and snuggled against her. “We've been friends for a while, huh?”

Outside, the full moon was streaming in through the window above her bed, giving Kurenai's pale skin an alabaster glow like the luminous orb itself. Concentrating hard on keeping the blood out of her face (she was sure the moon would make the red tone visible) Anko could only nod.

“Will you do me a favour?” Her eyes were heavy-lidded and Anko swallowed.

“Eh... sure.”

Strangely, Kurenai didn't name her favour, instead she buried her face in Anko's shoulder and, soon, her breathing became deep and slow.

'She's asleep...' An affectionate light filled Anko's eyes. Now that the woman was asleep, she wasn't afraid to stroke the ebony curls from her face or fully appreciate the beautiful body curled so close to hers. Kurenai was so angelic looking while she was asleep—as though the problems of the day had been forgotten if only for a moment.

She shifted, about to detach the sleeping woman from herself and continue cleaning when a slim arm was slung around her waist, pulling her closer to the warm body beside her. “I didn't say you could leave,” Kurenai muttered sleepily.

'Or, maybe she isn't.' This time, she couldn't stop the blush from spreading to her cheeks, “Ummm, what was that favour you wanted?”

She didn't respond right away—instead, she traced the seams of Anko's jacket, fingers brushing gently against her fishnet shirt. Anko breathed in sharply.

“Anko, we've been friends for a while now, hn?”

“Yup.”

Those slender fingers were entwining themselves in plum locks, tugging until crimson eyes met chocolate. There was a light in Kurenai's eyes that Anko couldn't quite label, “Be truthful: what are your feelings for me?”

The suddenness of the question—not to mention the proximity of the naked woman—caught Anko off guard and she could only gape as Kurenai's fingers drew nonsensical patterns on her abdomen, the fishnet shirt doing nothing to hinder her.

“K-Kurenai, why would you ask that?”

“You act different around me,” Kurenai said softly, eyes searching, “a bit... tamer. I've been picking up on how you blush when I'm around,” her hands slid back up to Anko's face to cup it, “how you flinch when I touch you...”

Anko's eyes darkened, “And, so now that there's no Asuma, It's fine to be with me?” She hadn't meant to sound so hurt, it just came out that way.

“You're wrong. It's because of Asuma that I realized my feelings for you. You're always there for me; always so strong when I need strength and in control when I'm breaking apart.” Her expression became sad as she released Anko and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest, “I never told him, you know. I never got the chance.”

Despite herself, Anko leaned over and enclosed the older woman in a hug. “I'm sorry,” she said simply.

Again, they were quiet. Then, Anko broke the silence, “Soooo... what was that favour you wanted?” She knew Kurenai was hurting and wanted to help her, even if she was just a replacement; a substitute. Even if Anko herself was hurt in the process.

Kurenai looked up, red ones brimming with unshed tears, “It's selfish, but...” She trailed off, crimson orbs flicking from Anko's eyes, down to her lips, then up to her eyes again. Very slowly, she leaned forward, giving Anko ample time to move away.

She didn't.

The kiss was chaste at first, but Anko's tongue swept over Kurenai's bottom lip and was granted immediate access into the warm, moist cavern.

She was hesitant now, despite being the one to initiate the kiss and Anko's tongue slid across her teeth, then dipped deeper, warm muscle sliding against warm muscle. The Genjutsu expert tasted faintly of alcohol and Anko groaned slightly, shifting her weight so that her new-found lover was lowered onto her back, not breaking the lip lock.

'She's done this before,' Kurenai found herself thinking.

It was pushed from her mind by Anko's tongue as it pressed against hers again and retreated, urging the crimson-eyed woman to follow. Meeting halfway, they wrestled for dominance until their lungs burned with need for air. They broke apart, panting slightly, a healthy red tint adorning pale skin as proof of their activities. The special Jounin leaned in again and this kiss was rougher, filled with lust, and Kurenai returned it eagerly.

With languid slowness Anko's fingertips, calloused from years of Taijutsu, brushed down both arms, then up her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her lips left Kurenai's and planted a kiss at the corner of her mouth, then down her jaw in a trail of butterfly kisses. Wet, open mouth kisses were pressed down the side of Kurenai's throat and the junction where her neck met her shoulders was nipped, hard enough to leave a mark.

The older Jounin gasped as skilled fingers cupped and squeezed her breasts. As Anko's tongue dragged over the length of her collar bone, those same fingers rolled nipples into hardened nubs, the sensation raising goosebumps.

"Anko..." The word came out as a husky whisper.

An all too familiar grin graced the purple-haired woman's lips as she shifted again, sliding her thigh in between Kurenai's and finding that the older Jounin was very wet. Their lips met again as Anko hurriedly shed her jacket and, with Kurenai's help, the fish net shirt followed suit.

She let out a surprised gasp as Kurenai twisted, flipping her onto her back and straddling her, slim legs on either side of Anko's midsection. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the sight drawing lust-darken eyes and she crouched, lips brushing against Anko's ear as she whispered, "This is about you. I want to make you feel good."

The special Jounin was rendered unable to respond as the crimson-eyed woman nipped her ear, then wasted no time drawing a circle dusky nipple with her tongue before pulling it into her mouth, causing Anko to arch reflexively into the contact. A warm hand came up to fondle her other breast as Kurenai's tongue completed another circuit, her mouth reaching molten temperatures as she suckled the younger Jounin.

Her hand and mouth switched places, her unoccupied hand wrapping around Anko's waist. A trail of kisses, burning like cinders, was made from her breasts to her inner thigh, then down to her heels; her lips anywhere and everywhere except where Anko wanted. The younger Jounin couldn't hold back the whimper that left her throat and Kurenai returned to her lips for a moment. Her skirt was tugged off and thrown unceremoniously to the floor, followed closely by lacy black underwear.

Then, at last, a single finger traced the length of her slit, feather-light and teasing.

"Kurenai!"

Chuckling slightly, Kurenai slid down Anko's body and lifted the woman's legs over each shoulder, her intent clear. Leaning in, she spoke once more, hot breath gusting over Anko's private place, adding to the heat that had pooled there, "I love you, Anko. I want you to know that."

With that, her tongue plunged into Anko, taking in the tangy almost sweet taste of her arousal. The younger woman cried out as the smooth muscle traced up her labia then circled her clit in tight little movements, her fingers grasping plum-coloured sheets as though it was a lifeline. Two digits were added into her tight hotness and began a slow pumping.

"Gods, Kurenai... yes!" Anko gasped, throwing her head back.

She increased her pace, now nibbling gently on Anko's clit. The lusty moans reminded Kurenai of the dampness between her own thighs, but she ignored it for the time being, adding a third finger, feeling Anko's vaginal walls clamp down on the invader. The purple-haired woman is close now—so close—her breathing ragged and uneven, a tension growing in her groin.

"Please (pant, gasp) Kurenai..."

The plea didn't go unheeded.

Fingers partially curled, Kurenai's thrusts sped up, hitting a place within Anko that made the younger woman see stars. All it took was a harsh bite that nearly broke the skin on the inside of her thigh for light to swamp Anko's vision. She went rigid, her entire frame shuddering in a silent climax as Kurenai continued to pump into her with a steadily slowing pace.

When, at last, Anko grew still, Kurenai came back up so that they were face to face, allowing the Jounin to taste herself in a searing kiss. Drawing back, she kicked the sheets off of the bed—it was far too hot—and pulled Anko close to her; the younger woman buried her face in the crook of her neck.

"Goodnight, Anko." Kurenai murmured, feeling sleep tug at her eyelids. She was slightly disappointed that she hadn't reached a climax of her own, but didn't bring it up.

Anko raised her head and planted a gentle kiss on full, red lips, "I love you, Kurenai."

And, suddenly, everything was just fine.

'Cause there was always a next time, right?

-Fin

Well, it took a while for me to finally be satisfied with this, hope you liked it! Poor Kurenai and Anko aren't paired together enough.