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Pairing: SasoSaku
Playing with strings
Her country had been on good terms with Suna for a while now.
The sight of the towering gates had become a familiar one, with her feet used to the unbalanced ways of the sand and her skin-well, she no longer felt disgust well up in her when she attempted to wipe off the seemingly persistent grains off her cheeks, mostly because she had decided to listen to Temari, and had taken to wrapping a scarf around the lower part of her face and the top of her head. If the sandy winds got too restless, she wore goggles. Naruto looked oddly pleased at this strange combination of him and their former teacher, singing about family while he tried to force a pair of goggles onto Kakashi's head as Sai and Sasuke tried not to fidget with their own.
She walked past them smoothly, meeting the guards halfway as she pulled out the scroll given to her by her mentor, smiling when they waved her off, telling her they'd get Kakashi to sign in their entries.
"Welcome back, Sakura-sama," Daichi, if she remembered correctly, said almost jokingly. His partner elbowed him in the gut for his lack of respect. She laughed and sped off, leaving her team-mates to catch up as they raced after her, abandoning Kakashi at the gates.
"Well, thank you for bringing the reports, guys. I've booked your usual apartment, so if you need anything else please do let me know," Gaara told them, eyes tired and pleading for them to take him along. Naruto's offer to help with the minor paperwork was accepted with no protest whatsoever.
"You already know Temari's in Konoha, but she got your room cleaned up so you can stay at hers if you prefer, Sakura," Kankuro told her as they walked to Team 7's apartment.
"Bless her soul," Sakura murmured, looking up at the sky with a grateful look.
"I don't get why you'd want to stay there alone, Sakura," Sasuke told her, looking oddly concerned. Sometimes she wondered what he would've been like if he didn't have the support of his brother, left to fend off the criticisms of his clan on his own after his parents had been killed during the one vacation they took after years. But Itachi had pretty much threatened the old geezers into submission, allowing his brother to do as he pleased, practically adopting his team-mates as well. Itachi's dinner parties truly were the best. He was an excellent host, channelling his mother in the kitchen and his dango was to die for.
"This is practically a one-week vacation, Sasuke! I need some me time." He understood to some extent. It must be tiring to be the lone female in a group made up of men with varying levels of eccentricity. It was difficult to deal with, at times and relaxing on your own in another country would definitely help in getting rid of the stress weeks of missions undoubtedly stirred up.
"We'll keep Naruto away," Sai promised with a small smile. She hugged them and slipped away, waving at the silver-haired figure approaching them slowly as she hurried off to Temari's condo.
As she walked leisurely down the road, she had to pause as she came across a familiar figure, arm in arm with someone she definitely hadn't seen before.
"Oh, Sakura!" Welp. No point in trying to hide, might as well see what her old friend's up to.
"Chiyo-san," She yelled/greeted with a huge grin. Old friend, indeed. "And who's this?" The elderly man at her side smiled almost bashfully. Chiyo tugged at his arm, dragging him along as she rushed up to greet the younger girl.
"Oh, this is Ren," She leaned in with a secretive smile. "My boyfriend." Ren held out his hand, shy smile still in place. It was nice to see her so energetic.
"Ah, I see. It's nice to meet you, Ren-san," As he returned her greeting, she wondered what had happened to Sho, Chiyo's previous love interest. Well, he had been a bit of a brooder. This one seemed to be much more willing to go along with the woman's whims. She tended to sulk when she didn't get her way. As the couple walked off happily, with promises to meet up for lunch that week, she felt a familiar tugging sensation on her left hand. She followed it with no resistance, lips quirking up into a small smirk.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" She almost laughed maniacally. "You should know better than to spy, Ebizō-san," Sakura used the most taunting tone she possessed as she eyed his companion. "Although I know from experience that your grandnephew doesn't." She raised a brow pointedly at the chakra string still attached to her index finger.
"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura. Back so soon?" Of course he did it better. Sasori pinched her cheek, smiling delightedly when she scowled. "You should move here, already."
"Not happening. Don't try to change the subject, why are you two following Chiyo-san?"
It was his turn to scowl. "We barely know anything about this one. The last one-Sho-turned out to be some wannabe puppet master after her collection." Oh. "So we're…" He struggled, torn between admitting his concern and maintaining his tough exterior.
She helped him out. "…just concerned about her. Well, that's sweet. He seems nice, though."
"That's what I've been telling them!" A pair of small arms wrapped around her midsection, the familiar squeaky voice making her blink.
"Kyoko-chan, we can never be too careful…" Ebizō scolded his granddaughter. Red-haired, bright eyed and just as sassy as her cousin, the twelve-year old shared a look with Sakura as they rolled their eyes. She almost smirked again at the slight twitch of Sasori's mouth.
"Whatever. Anyway, I'm here now so I can keep an eye on Grandpa. Go walk Sakura-sama home, it's late," the tiny girl ordered her cousin imperiously, ignoring his muttered 'yes, ma'am' before turning to flash a sweet smile at her. "Um, Sakura-sama, if you're free tomorrow, could we continue my training? I've finished reading the books you gave me."
"Of course, Kyoko-chan. I'll come by around 3, okay?" She ruffled her hair once, making the girl beam as she took off, Sasori right next to her.
"How you managed to tame that brat, I'll never know…" He grumbled as they approached Temari's place.
"It's all about respect, Sasori~" Her cheekiness received a glare in response. She didn't protest when he entered the apartment behind her, closing and locking the door gently. She did laugh when he wrapped his arms around her, chest pressed to her back, his grip tight. His shirt was on the floor.
"I can't believe you're jealous of my twelve-year old student…" He pressed his mouth to the skin behind her ear, to her cheek and finally her neck. "And your cousin."
"That brat takes up too much of your time. Sometimes, I swear it feels like she's competing with me." He continued to place soft kisses all over the side of her neck, tongue sliding up once to taste her skin. His grip tightened when she shivered in his arms.
"You're being ridiculous," She whispered as he spun her around, not an inch of space between their bodies. Her head was tilted back a little, so she could look at him properly and she wondered if he could hear her heart race with her pulled up against him, her lips brushing his, tempting him to give in.
Which he did. Crushing his mouth to hers after months- it felt like coming home after a gruelling mission, and he didn't see any point in waiting. He was being ridiculous, which was the norm when it came to her. Even Kyoko knew how possessive he could be when it came to her mentor, which prompted her to test his patience at every given moment. He growled low in his chest. Lips moving feverishly, he pulled her even closer, hands running down her sides, squeezing her hips and cupping her ass to then grip her thighs as she snaked her arms behind him, one hand coming up to card her fingers through his scarlet hair while the other rested around his shoulders.
As he heaved her up, her legs came around his midsection with no prompting even as he moved an arm up to support her back. He almost sighed when she slipped down a little and he felt her heat, grunting as she ground down against him. Walking into her room, closing the door behind him with a foot felt natural to him. The moment her back hit the mattress, and Sasori crawled his way up her body, Sakura smirked. With some quick manoeuvring, he was under her, groaning when she straddled him, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh of his neck, sucking on it while she snapped open the button of his pants. He moved his hands to her chest, squeezing firmly before pinching her nipples right through her shirt, his mouth watering as he was overcome with the urge to take them into his mouth. But she pulled his arms up and placed them against headboard, squeezing his wrists once to tell him not to move them. He lifted his hips to assist her in getting him completely undressed and swallowed with some anticipation as she moved down his body, and he couldn't hold back his gasp the moment he felt her mouth on his length, eyes sliding shut in pleasure. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, and as he suddenly realised she had way too many layers on he reached down to fix just that, only to find that…he…couldn't. He looked up at the chakra strings that bound his wrists in slight disbelief, glancing down at his lover when she released him with a plop, grinning proudly.
"When did you…?"
"You do it all the time. So I decided to give you a taste of your medicine," she told him as she climbed up his body, taking off her clothes one by one as she did so. Her attempt at forming an innocent expression failed miserably. "To see how you'd like it."
The puppet master liked it much more than she could ever guess. His shaft pulsed as he felt a wave of pride wash over him, her mischievous smirk just about driving him mad with desire. He almost closed his eyes when he felt his favourite kind of heat envelope him in the most delicious of ways, but didn't want to look away from her radiant face, giving in when she leaned down to kiss him. He couldn't resist biting down on her lower lip, just for tying him up, and flashing her a smug smirk which faltered at once when her walls squeezed around him and she started to move, her hips rocking back and forth.
His last coherent thought for some time was that he really needed to convince her to move here permanently.
Hahahaha writing smut is one thing, but writing bad smut is something else entirely. I'm sorry...
