title: all i want for christmas is you
summary: In which Sakura wears a sexy Santa dress and Sasuke is distracted. Very distracted. AU. SasuSaku.
notes: Merry Christmas! Yay Christmas-themed fics!
warning: Horny Sakura.
dedication: Um. I don't know? To Christmas Eve parties you don't want to go to and comforters that you wanna curl up in because it's cold outside? And to singing old Hindi songs with your dad and feeling awkward around everybody. Yeah. My life is kinda sad. Enjoy!
disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Sasuke-kun," a voice purred next to Sasuke's ear. "I have a present for you…."
Sasuke closed his eyes, sighing, and half-turned in his chair. Sakura, his girlfriend of six years—since they were twelve—had recently become so horny. He didn't really mind the sex part—honestly, what guy would mind that?—but he was a freshman in college and he was taking on a large workload, one that he needed to concentrate on, lest he failed all his classes.
Forget the fact that it was Christmas Eve.
"Sakura," he said, his eyes still closed. "We can't do it now. Let me finish up my work for the night and then we can have all the fun you want."
"You act like you don't like having sex with me," Sakura said in a pouty voice. "I didn't realize that you lost your sex drive, Sasuke-kun."
"I didn't—," he began, finally opening his eyes, then stopped, taking in his girlfriend's attire.
She was wearing a red and white, clearly Santa-inspired, dress, which covered about an eighth of her thighs. The neckline was halfway through China and her breasts were not nearly as covered as they should have been. Red gloves enclosed her soft arms, up to her elbow.
"Sakura." Sasuke leaned back a little and pressed his fingers to his temples. "What. Are. You. Wearing."
"Your Christmas present, Sasuke-kun!" she said cheerfully, taking a spin and showing Sasuke the back of her costume. Which exposed most of her backside. "Do you liiiike it?"
"Sakura," he said, standing up and moving to the other side of his room, his hands locked into fists, "do you just love distracting me?"
She moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face and other, uh, body parts, against his back. "Of course, Sasuke-kun." He could practically feel her grin on his back. "I'm horny as hell. And you're my boyfriend. So," she pushed closer against him, and he had to ball his hands into tighter fists to keep from touching her, "I think it's about time that you stopped doing your homework," her breasts heaved with each word and her voice dipped into a sultry whisper, "and did me, instead."
And Sasuke agreed, turning around and kissing his girlfriend with a growl, eliciting a moan from her. And so it went, until both of them had fallen onto his bed, and that goddamn dress of Sakura's was separated from her body.
The next morning, Sakura took responsibility for her actions. Sasuke lay on his bed, shirtless, Sakura wearing his shirt, and teaching him Calculus, on Christmas.