Sakura Haruno was drunk, horny, and damned if she wasn't going to be getting a certain Genma Shiranui in her bed. Her tactic: flirt, giggle, and bat eyelashes. No scratch that, a more head on attack; she'd just go up to him, jump into his arms and pour kisses on him. Of course, with her luck she'd get poke with that damn needle he is always chewing on. Poison and unconscious does not leave a good impression. Sakura glides over to the bar thinking about his lips pressing against hers and absentmindedly order two drinks.
Genma sat on his stool frowning as he stared into his empty glass. He should just go home. He was the last of his group left at the bar; everyone took off to their families leaving the bachelor alone. It really was quite sad being the only single ninja not on a mission and did he mention boring as hell too? To make matters worse, a group of newbie's were making a ruckus behind him.
'Did I just actually say ruckus?' Genma thought. 'Man I'm getting old.' A howling disrupted his somber mood as the Inuazuka kid jumped on a table barking at the moon. Except, of course, they were in doors so there was no moon and he looked like an idiot. 'Ah, those were the days', thought Genma, a slight smile played at the corners of his mouth as he reminisced on how he and Iruka used to enjoy causing similar displays while drunk.
Genma could see a bar tender approach him. "Excuse me sir, I'm told to bring this drink to you", the bartender said.
Another drink? That sounded good to Genma as he glanced into his empty cup. "Who's it from?" Genma asked.
"That would be me," Sakura replied as she slid gracefully into the vacant stool next to him. Genma's eyes lingered over her as he accepted her offering.
Sakura felt his stare right down to her toes, her face flushing as her pulse quickened. If just a look can make her feel like that what would…
"Well if it isn't Sakura Haruno," Genma stated. "To what do I owe the privilege?" Staring at her he realized that Sakura had really done some growing since last time he saw her and was now a woman. Genma pulled out his senbon from his mouth idly stirring his drink as he took in the view of Sakura.
At last Sakura thought he dropped his guard. In one fluid motion Sakura moved in on Genma. Her lips pressed against her target's warm full mouth. He tasted like mint, nicotine, and gin. God, it was so much better then she imagined. Her stomach flutters as he took control of her mouth. Their bodies press together as he pulled her into him. His hands slid up her face and into her hair. She wrapped her legs around one of his, closing any distance they may have had. Her last coherent thought was she wanted more. Then every thing disappeared; it was just her and him.
Ok, it was a good thing he chose not to leave. Reluctantly, he pulled away hoping to persuade his willing partner to move to somewhere more secluded to finish what began with a kiss .Genma looked up just as Sakura wobbled, her knees bulking out from under her. Years of ninja training paid off as he caught the kounichi just as she passed out.
'Great,' he thought with a sigh. What he was going to do with her now? 'Oh well,' he thought, 'I'd better take her home. Hopefully when she gains consciousness she'd remember what a good kisser he was.' Sighing heavily, Genma walked from the bar carrying an unconscious girl in his arms. Damn, this was just his luck.