Brush with the Law
Twenty-eight year old Sakura Haruno was late. Well, not really, but in her mind on time was late. And she was very on time. She gripped the steering wheel of her white Hyundai Elantra and prayed that she would not get stopped by a cop. The last thing she needed today was a speeding ticket. An exasperated sigh escaped from her glossed lips, and she let one hand off of the wheel to run it through her medium length pink locks. Her foot on the gas pedal pressed down a little more and her speed went up to 70 mph. She pretended not to notice the sign that said a nice 60 mph was the limit. She was, she guessed, a few more minutes away from her job, and was in the clear.
Until,
"Are those red lights? Please be an ambulance…"
She prayed once more to whatever god was deciding to screw with her today.
"Please be an ambulance or a fucking parade or a kid with a giant spotlight taped to his car… Please do not be a cop…"
She looked in her side mirror and saw red and blue lights flashing at her. She mentally screamed and slowed down and pulled over.
"Just my fucking luck…" she whispered as she rolled down her window. She started fumbling around for her purse to get out her license, and was muttering to herself
"Should've worn a shirt with more cleavage… Maybe if I act cute and stupid they'll let me go…"
She heard the soft thump of shoes on the asphalt and heard a deep and smooth voice calmly say,
"License and registration."
She turned her green eyes upwards and saw a cop who looked about her age and was dead handsome. His jaw was angular and cut, his nose was high and aristocratic, and his eyes were dark and full of mystery.
"Shit, he's hot." she thought to herself.
"Ma'am? Don't make me repeat myself."
"Huh?" She had gotten lost in his face.
"I said—"
"Oh! No, yeah, here's my license," she was mumbling, "Let me just find my registration over here…"
She leaned over to her glove compartment and pulled out her car registration. She handed it to him and he observed everything. He nodded and gave her things back to her. He drew in a breath and said,
"Do you know why I pulled you over?"
"Um, hopefully because my taillight is out and you wanted to let me know?" Sakura managed a half smile, and hoped it would charm him.
"No."
Not even close to charming.
"I pulled you over, Ms. Haruno, because you were going 10 mph over the speed limit. Wanna tell me where you're off to in such a hurry?"
Sakura sighed disappointedly, closed her eyes and said,
"Well, I'm the executive assistant to the CEO of Konoha Hospital and we have a very important meeting that I'm late for. And my boss, Tsunade, will probably eat me alive if I'm one more second late."
"So you think being late makes it all right to speed?" he raised a perfect dark eyebrow.
"No! No, never! I just—"
"Thought you could skirt the law a little?" he interrupted.
"No! No, please, you've got it all wrong…"
"Do I?" He asked, smirking slightly. He wanted to toy with her. She was pretty cute, after all, with her heart shaped face and her pouty pink lips.
"Yes, please, I'm just a really punctual person and I hate being late and my boss hates it when I'm late and I woke up seven minutes later than I usually do and that sent me into a frenzy so of course I had to skip curling my hair this morning and now it's a straight stringy mess and I ran out of toothpaste at eleven o'clock last night and didn't get back from the stupid store until midnight because they only have like two and a half cashiers that are working even though there are three million cash registers and I—"
"Ma'am!" the officer half shouted. He didn't care for ramblers.
Sakura held her breath and looked back up at the officer with anxious eyes.
"Yes?"
The officer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"Obviously you're very stressed. So, I'm going to let you off with a warning."
"Oh my god, thank you so much!"
"But, if I hear about you speeding again, I will not hesitate to write you a ticket. Understand?"
"Yes! Yes, thank you so much, Officer… Uh… What's your name?"
"Sasuke Uchiha."
"Yes! Thank you so much Officer Uchiha!"
"Hn. Drive safe." He nodded again to her and walked back to his car.
Sakura put her license and registration away, she had been clutching them ever since he gave them back, and drove off carefully.
"Cha! What luck! A cute officer and he let me off! Maybe today is my day!"
—
Today was not Sasuke's day. First, he let a cutie with a booty—er… A woman with pink hair off; and then he caught a teenager speeding, which turned out to have copious amounts of marijuana in his car; and then a new chief was elected. Which meant he was once again passed over for the job he so very much deserved. He sighed as he punched out at 9 pm, and headed to his apartment. When he got in, loosened his tie and sat down tiredly on the couch.
"Sakura Haruno, eh?" His eyes snapped open and he reached for his black MacBook and propped it open. He went to Google and typed in her name.
"Executive Assistant to CEO Tsunade No Last Name, graduated from Stanford, in the top of her class, finished her residency last year? And she's already the assistant to the CEO? Impressive… Unless she has ties to the CEO… Let's see here… Oh wow, she is really cute."
Sasuke had clicked on a picture of Sakura standing with Tsunade, holding up a certificate of some sort. Sakura was wearing a black dress that hugged her curves and stopped a few inches below the knee. Her hair was curled cutely, and she was smiling brightly. She was sexy and sensible. He liked that. Sasuke bit his lip and closed out of his browser. What was he doing, looking up someone he stopped, just because she had a cute face? He sighed, closed his Mac, and stood up. He needed a shower after his long and unfortunate day.
He walked to his bathroom, turned on his shower and shed his uniform. While he was waiting for the water to heat up, his mind drifted again. How easy would it have been if Sasuke were a bad cop? He could have asked her to step out of her car, and he could have frisked her. Could have made up some bullshit claim like "Your eyes look dilated" or "You were a danger to other cars on the road". He could have felt all those curves she has… Sasuke shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time that day. What was he thinking? He sighed heavily and got into the shower. He needed help. He closed his eyes and let the water run down his toned body for a while. And, once more, his mind started to wander back to Sakura Haruno. He must be sex deprived or something, because his mind was thinking about dry-humping her in handcuffs. He bit his lip and opened his eyes. Of course his dick just had to be a dick and make its presence known. He leaned his head back and let his hands glide down his chest and to his hardened member. One hand rubbed the tip, and the other stroked. The hand rubbing his tip went down to cup his balls, making him grunt with lust. His mouth was slightly open and he was vaguely aware that he was panting. In minutes he was moaning aloud with his face contorted in pleasure. His stomach muscles tightened, and he climaxed and breathed heavily. His eyes shut again and he rinsed his hands in the hot stream of water flowing from the showerhead. He opened his eyes once more and reached for the soap.
"I need a woman…" he said to no one in particular and began to wash himself off.
—
Sakura got home late and made her way directly for her bathroom, not even bothering to take her heels off. Once she was inside her bathroom, she turned the hot water all the way up in her large tub and poured some bubbles into it. She sighed loudly and began to strip, starting with the heels. In a moment, all her clothes were laying haphazardly on the bathroom tile. She raised her arms above her head in a stretching motion, let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, and climbed into the bathtub. She turned off the hot water and sank into it, letting it soothe her strained muscles. She smiled contently to herself, and gazed up at her ceiling. It had been a wonderful day once she got into the office. She was only five minutes late, since she left her apartment so early, and Tsunade wasn't even there yet. She prepped her boss's papers for the executive meeting, and waited for it to start. The meeting was a breeze, the execs always loved Tsunade and her brilliance, and the rest of Sakura's day was easy and calm.
For some reason, her mind was kept thinking about the handsome cop that stopped her earlier. He looked especially good in the dark blue uniform of law enforcement. She noticed that his badge said "captain". But he looked like he could have been the chief. Either way, he was still drop dead gorgeous. She thought about how it'd feel to be frisked by him. He'd probably thought that she was a ditz, the way she rambled on and on about why she was speeding. She sighed again and began to wash herself off. But her brain just would not stop thinking about… What was his name?
"Sasuke Uchiha." She remembered his smooth voice saying. Oh god, she was in trouble. She had a weakness for deep voices. Once she was done in her bath, she let the water out and began to towel off.
"I wonder…"
She walked out of her bathroom and towards her desktop. She clicked it on, and opened up Google. Her small hands typed in "Sasuke Uchiha" and pressed ENTER. She bit her lip as a picture came up. He was standing in the center with another guy, Shikamaru Nara, looking positively bored. She clicked the back button and saw an article about a drug bust that he had made.
"Captain Sasuke Uchiha, 29, apprehended a major drug dealer in the depths of Konoha's underground. "The situation was indeed dangerous," says Uchiha's chief, Shikamaru Nara, "But I'm glad it was Sasuke who caught him. If any one was qualified enough to bust up their little operation, it was him." Captain Uchiha refused to give us an interview, but was overheard saying that it was a piece of cake once you out all the pieces from the investigation together."
"Proud guy, huh? I guess he should be…" Sakura said. She hummed and closed her browser. She walked over to her dresser and found a nightshirt to sleep in. She crawled into her bed and tried to go to sleep.
But thoughts of Sasuke handling her roughly kept forming in her mind. Her eyes snapped open and she groaned in frustration. Her hand ran itself down her stomach to the top of her vagina.
"I can't believe I'm about to touch myself for a guy I barely know." She groaned again. "Stupid, handsome, Greek god looking motherfucker…"
Her hand circled around her clit, and her knees buckled together a bit. She bit her lips and reached another hand up to cup her breast. She rubbed herself faster and kneaded her breast more roughly. Her head sunk back into her pillow as a moan of pure lust escaped her lips. Her finger moved from rubbing her clit and began to slide itself into her wet opening. Within minutes, she climaxed, his name resting on her pink lips.
"Fucking cop," she grumbled as she got up to wash her hands. Maybe he could stop her again… She raised her eyebrow at the thought.
"Maybe I need a man," she laughed and went to lay back down in an attempt to go to sleep again.
