"Get it off, get it off, get it off!"
Sasuke watched as Sakura screamed, flailing her arms in an attempt to fling off whatever had just landed on her shoulder. He wondered how she could even handle being out in the wilderness when she couldn't seem to handle all the insects that called it home. Still, he found himself smirking at the situation.
"Is it off," she asked meekly. He kept his focus on her as her emerald orbs shifted to him and her brows raised in question.
"Aa," he muttered. Though he wasn't exactly sure there was anything there to begin with. For all he knew, she could have just been scared by the slight movement of her pink locks from the gentle breeze. It wouldn't surprise him, really. He was beginning to think the dobe might have tricked him somehow into babysitting rather than accompanying her on this "top-class"mission. Though, as much as he didn't want to admit, it wasn't all that bad. He found himself beginning to relax in her company.
Are you sure?" Sakura inched closer to where he sat, leaning up against a tree stump. The small fire, a few feet away, provided the only means of light from the shaded obsidian sky. He was sure Sakura was going to stop somewhere near there and ask him to inspect. But, he was slightly surprised when she passed by it, coming closer to him still. He couldn't even manage two words before she was directly in front of him, barely brushing against him as she maneuvered her way around, pulling her hair to the left and exposing her bare shoulder.
As his eyes gazed over the fair skin, Sasuke unconsciously held his breathe. Despite being outdoors for four nights, her sweet scent invaded his nostrils, filling his brain with images of flowers and things only ever known to Sakura herself. Before he could stop, before the rational part of his mind had a chance to act, his pale fingers were reaching out to stroke the soft piece of flesh.
There was no mistaking her motives, then. At his touch, he watched her body rise with a deep intake of air. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, fluttering their way to and fro. He could feel her heat running through his fingertips. The air around him suddenly became suffocating. The tensions he felt in the days prior melted away. Some way, he knew, she had planned this. She was a thoughtful succubus and he was falling right into her trap.
"Sasuke," she murmured. Her voice now barely a whisper. Sasuke swore he couldn't breathe.
Fuck it, he thought. He turned her around to face him, their foreheads now touching, faces merely centimeters apart. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered. As he did so, he could feel her cherry lips brush against his as they moved.
He felt her as she wriggled over to straddle his lap now. Her warm hands reaching up to grasp his face in both palms. "Whatever do you mean, Sasuke-kun?" Her eyelids began to fall over her emerald eyes, but he could still see them glossed over in the unmistakable lust.
"Hn," he scoffed. Not being able to hold it in any longer, he closed the distance between them, crashing his lips over hers in a forceful yet passion-filled kiss.