TwoTails - Hi Everyone!!!

Michel Hazard - Hi there.

TwoTails - Welcome to our little story. I say "our story" because literally, we both wrote it.

Michel Hazard - You wrote more then I did.

TwoTails - I didn't.

Michel Hazard - Yes you did.

TwoTails - No I didn't.

Michel Hazard - Yes you did, but let's not argue on the net where everyone is seeing this and can clearly tell we sound like an old married couple.

TwoTails – Ok, fine. Well, we hope you like this Kurenai & Asuma fic and we hope it fills your every need.

Michel Hazard - It did ours.

TwoTails - Not in public -

A's/N: We don't own Naruto

Asuma and Kurenai had special plans. Slow, special plans. The kind of plans that had developed from the culmination of patience, anticipation and established stability. Asuma remembered back to how he and Kurenai accidentally found each other. It was completely coincidental, one of those things that never happens unless the planets lined up correctly, or fate intervened. She was put under his tutelage, meaning he spent a lot of time with her, getting to know her as well as anyone could. She excited him. Every time he was with her, it was new and fun and warm and he loved it. It made him happy. Eventually, it made him feel excited and renewed every time he thought about Kurenai. And together, they made plans.

Over the weeks and months he spent with Kurenai, after the tentative questions, after the initial mutual compliments, he realized how much he cared for her. So he told her. Kurenai was surprised at first, yet thrilled and responded in kind. From that point on he and she spent as much time together as time would allow. Quiet conversations, saucy suggestions, and all the while they developed a closeness and a bond that pulled them closer together – interlacing their hearts with an unbreakable thread.

Hidden long walks and even longer conversations gave way to secret kisses. Simple, discreet initial touches that excited and enticed left Asuma and Kurenai wondering what "more" would be like. How would it feel? What would it do to them? They decided. Both of them wanted to find out.

So Asuma and Kurenai made plans. Both of them were a little nervous, not knowing what to expect or how far to go. So they decided that since fate had intervened already, they'd let fate decide.

Kurenai knew what Asuma liked, because he'd told her on occasion. He knew what she liked too. Both would discuss it casually, laughing as they both agreed that what each other thought was "sexy," actually was. As fate would have it, a friend of Kurenai's had been out of town on business for a week and had left her a key so she could pick up the mail and feed the fish. So she decided to surprise Asuma. She set it all up, and he had no idea what she'd planned for him.

A concealed dinner was eaten. Comfortable pleasantries were exchanged, while toes touched under the table. Long penetrating gazes greeted each other from opposite sides of the table. The time to leave was drawing near and Asuma never wanted their special plans to end. Kurenai's secret made sure they'd last a bit longer yet.

After leaving and strolling arm in arm, enjoying the night air Kurenai told Asuma that she had to make a detour – would he mind going along? Something about picking up some mail and feeding a fish. "Sure," Asuma said comfortably, knowing that it didn't matter what he did or where he went, as long as their special plans continued.

Kurenai brought him to her friend's house, grabbed the mail, and after opening the door with the key, led Asuma inside. She locked the door behind the both of them. He stepped in and looked around as Kurenai put the mail on the kitchen table and went to feed the fish. When she finished, she asked if he wanted anything. Was he comfortable? A smile and a nod later, she took his hand and said, "Follow me."

She took Asuma on a tour of her friends' house. She showed him the living room, the kitchen where he'd been already, the hall, a great room, back into the hall, a master bath, attached to a master bedroom – the latter of which he took note of. Asuma liked the room and the possibilities it held, but a gentle pull on his arm led him back out to a guest suite that had its own attached bathroom. Again he took note of the room, the large bed – big enough for anything and the dresser across from the foot of the bed with the big mirror attached to it.

Kurenai led Asuma forward and sat him on the edge of the foot of the bed. She said, "wait here a minute." She let go of his hand long enough for him to know that he'd wait forever if it meant she'd come back to him. She went to the attached bathroom and closed the door behind her. Asuma shuffled a little and sat back further on the bed. He looked around the room thinking again of the possibilities. He wondered when Kurenai would return. He wished he knew what was going to happen next. His questions were answered when the bathroom door opened and Kurenai stepped forward and leaned against the doorframe in the men's buttoned down dress shirt, and silk necktie loosely tied around her neck. What Asuma saw made him stop breathing, but just for a second. His eyes told her that he approved.

Slowly, Kurenai walked toward the bedside table and turned on a small lamp while he watched. Then she went to the end of the bed, across to the dresser and flipped off the overhead light, plunging the room into a soft golden glow. Asuma couldn't wait another second so he held his hands out to her. She walked forward and took them, standing in front of him – just the right amount of buttons unbuttoned, the shirt just the right length, the tie, draped just the right way. Asuma looked and felt his needs rising. His foot wanted to uncontrollably work off some of the anxious tension he felt building, but instead, he held it steady and let it build.

Kurenai stepped even closer to Asuma, allowing him to catch glimpses of skin and slightly lacy undergarments hidden beneath the few still buttoned buttons. She put her hands on his shoulders. He put his hands on the middle of her back and pulled her forward looking up at her face. She turned her head to look behind her as he held her. When he asked what she was looking at, she said she wanted to see what his hands looked like on her back. The mirror was behind her and she could see, as well as feel how tightly he held her.

Kurenai turned to face him again, flipping her hair away from her face – causing it to fall down her back, brushing one of his hands. Asuma involuntarily opened his fingers to it, catching it, and closing his fingers on it, he pulled it down slightly, savoring the softness before he let it go. Then he saw just inside the collar, partially exposed, the junction between her shoulder and neck. It called to him. Asuma desperately wanted to kiss it, taste it, bite it. But he held off because he knew there would be time for that.

It was almost too much, these special plans that continued to be more special as each second passed.

Asuma pulled Kurenai forward until she had no choice but to put her knees on the bed and straddle his lap. She looked down at his face and said, "What can I do for you?"

All he could say was, "Anything."

To be continued . . .

TwoTails - So there you have it! Hope you liked this first part!

Michel Hazard - Me too.

TwoTails - By the way, he's usually not this quiet (points to Michel Hazard)

Michel Hazard – Sometimes I am.

TwoTails - No you're not.

Michel Hazard - Yes I am.

TwoTails - Here we go again . . . don't you have anything to say now?

Michel Hazard – Oh, yeah – we borrowed the whole shirt and tie thing from your fic "Trust". Wait, you wrote that part into this story. Why DID you put that part in there anyway?

TwoTails - I think you know why.

Michel Hazard - OH. YEAH.

TwoTails - Now he talks . . .

Michel Hazard - Ahem. OK people, part two is coming right up.

TwoTails - See you soon!