Sasuke opened his heavy eyes with a start.
His breath came in shaky pants and his skin burned against his black t-shirt. The 17 year-old mumbled
'Shit..'
into his pillow and noticed, to his disgust, his voice was still husky.
He turned to lie on his back and looked up at his dull, white ceiling, scraping it with his eyes for anything interesting enough to peal his mind off of her. Off of pink flowing hair, cherry-pink glossy lips, soft, creamy sk-
'Shit. no. stop'
The Uchiha slammed his eyes shut and tried to drift back to the dream. Not once had he finished one, even though he had dreams about her much more than what one could consider... healthy.
The silence that was cradling his now calming breath was shattered by the shower being turned on.
Curious, Sasuke got up and padded his way over to the bathroom, trying hopelessly to ignore the bulge in his pants.
Through the growing steam he saw Sakura in pink lace lingerie. He felt his cock twitch.
She looked at him, then tip-toed over slowly. Letting his eyes drift he noticed the swaying of her well rounded hips and wondered bitterly how they could against him. Her hands were encircled by silvery hand-cuffs, which she held up to her face, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Sasuke", she smiled sweetly, "I can't bathe with these cuffs on.. Will please assist me?"
Putting her hands on his chest, she looked up at him innocently.
Heated breath escaped his lips as he felt tension ripple from the place touched. He could feel the cool shackles that chained her against his lower abdomen. Closing his eyes, he focused on trying to control himself from touching her, from tasting her with feverish kisses.
The steam was not helping calm his burning skin and neither was her hot breath on the back of his neck.
"Let's play…"
She whispered against the sensitive lobe of his ear.
Her delicate hands slid down to the edge of his pajama bottoms, wedging them slowly over his hips and down further over his obvious excitement, letting her hand brush over it.
"Ah."
He sounded desperate, if anything, and it was at that exact point that his will snapped. It was also at that exact point that he tiredly opened his eyes.
He sighed and glared his nightstand with his eyes darkened with the substance that people had recently been mistaking for vengeance. He'd drempt of her, again.
He recounted all the dreams of the past month, and painfully thought…what if… what if he couldn't hold back next time he saw her…?
No, that wouldn't, couldn't, happen…right?
:) I was wondering if I was good at this? tell me or I won't write anymore. You gotta motivate me! 3