Kaname smiled to find her friend’s head in her lap. Her finger’s tangled in Mari’s fiery tresses.  When brought down for a kiss, the limber kunoichi lowered her head easily.  Pillowy lips met the other girl’s with happiness and hunger.  “Mmm…  Mari-chan, that’s so nice.”  One hand untangled from fiery hair and squeezed gently at Mari’s left breast through her clothing, deliberately choosing the breast closer to Sakumo so he could get a good look.<br/><br/>She straightened up to watch intensely as Sakumo worked his technique, shaping the earth into a secure shelter complete with stone furniture.<br/><br/>She rose to her feet and made sure Imotou was lying as comfortably as she could be on a stone palet.  Then she looked around for a bigger one, sized for two…  Or maybe three.  She blushed at the thought, surprised at how wantonly she’d just thrown herself at Sakumo.  After a moment, though, a combination of anger at her father and general sense of self made her deny the idea.  She was tempted to let him get her with child, a slap in the face to the clan that sired her.  But she knew a few simple seals that would protect from that.<br/><br/>She gathered Mari in her arms, kissed her softly, then nipped at her earloab, then whispered, “Do you want to invite Sakumo to our bed tonight, Mari-chan?”<br/>