Hi peeps :)
There's a lot of you who loved my other story One step at a time and I'm working on it, no worries, but I just had to put this up and see how you like it. There's too many ideas in my brain . I'm working on a one-shot aswell *sigh*
Anyway, I want to hear how you like the idea of this story ^^ oh and it's going to be a NaruSasu one :P
Warnings: This story is M rated, there's gonna be boyxboy luvin', yup, yup, yup ^^ uhm any specific warnings for the chapter? I think too cute Sasuke (read at your own risk) and a bad boy Naruto.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Because, honestly, if I did, Sasuke would never end up with Sakura... *glares*
Undisclosed desires
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Prologue
This day sucked. It actually couldn't suck more than it already has… Wait, stop. Stop right there Naruto. If you think things can't get worse than they already are, first of all you are wrong, second – they are most likely to happen.
I cringed a bit at how my own brain was mocking me. Or was I doing it to myself and blamed it on my brain? Same thing, I guess. I shrugged and continued walking on the drenched sidewalk.
Yes, it was raining.
Oh, understatement.
It was a downpour.
I admired a bit the size of water droplets that made me soaking wet. Of course, yours truly didn't have an umbrella with him.
So, I was running through the day over and over again in my head. Was it Friday 13th? No, I'm pretty sure it wasn't, and I'm not even superstitious, but I just have no clue why god hated me today so much.
The phone in my backpack rung, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I was soaking wet and I just wanted to get home as fast as I could, it usually takes me about 20 minutes from Konoha Corp. to my apartment building, so why is it that today, on this god awful rainfall it seemed like it took 20 hours instead.
Why didn't I just drive to my office this morning?
Oh, right… I glared at the dark clouds above my head, thunder was echoing in the distance, to be honest, can't really tell how far it was from me.
This morning was complete opposite of this sight. It was bright, warm and sunny, and I enjoy walking, so I thought it would be good idea to go to the office by foot.
As you can see, it wasn't.
I neared my apartment building. I saw it from here and sighed tiredly. It's been hell of a long day and I just needed to get some sleep. Hopefully, when I wake up tomorrow it would turn out that my whole day today had been an awful nightmare. Yup I could at least console myself.
Even though I already knew it was a lousy lie.
I unlocked the door of my apartment, it was a nice place, the last apartment on the right side of the hall on third floor, number 18. I liked the place, I bought it on my own after two years of working for the … do not even think about him, my brain warned me. Anyway, don't worry, it's not a big deal really…
The Uchihas.
That's what I was trying to say. I'm working in Konoha Corp. for three years already. Started right after the graduation, along with … Sasuke. The thought of him… it made me want to cringe, rip my drenched clothes, tear of my blond locks, stab my eyeballs so I go blind and never have to see him again, and scream at top of my lungs.
I hate that guy.
Tsk, no you don't.
Really, if he was drowning, I'm pretty sure I'd throw a rock at him just so he could sink faster.
Riiiight.
Wait, what?
Ok, that was abnormal. But so was he today, so he deserved it.
"Mr. Uzumaki, you have a call on line 2", Ino, my secretary, informed me chirpy. She was in a good mood today, I don't even want to think about why but I guess Shikamaru was the reason. I'm pretty sure it was really, really good sex, to put her in the good mood like this.
I shrugged, didn't really care.
"Thanks, blondie" I smiled when she gave me a look as if to say 'call me that again and you'll go bald' and with that she left my office.
Now who in the world would call me at – I looked at the clock to see the time, I barely even got to the office – 8:35? Who the heck would be so chatty at this time of the day, usually my phone rings much, much later, or doesn't ring at all since I'm not the one in charge of PR affairs.
"Naruto Uzumaki speaking, how may I help you?" I started.
"Hello, Naruto, it's Itachi." I gulped slowly but kept my cool, the hell he wants at this time of the day?
"Uhm, hi? What's going on?"
"I need you to pick up the folder from Sasuke's desk and bring it to his apartment. I am on a business trip and he won't be able to show up at work today. He's got a fever." Itachi said calmly, as if he was talking about the weather.
"Are you for real?" I glared at the poor pen on my desk, truth to god it didn't do anything to me to receive such a glare. "Why do I have to take it to him? Can't you like call his secretary or send someone else? I mean, you know how he and I get when we're less than 5 meters away from each other." I tried to reason with Itachi.
First of all, I was the last person Sasuke wanted to see if he was sick, and second I'm not his goddamn secretary. He and I are both in the management team of the Konoha Corp.
He and I do not stand each other.
"Nope, sorry, you have to take it to him. Oh, and if you refuse, I'll just tell Sasuke you're scared of him when he comes to his office tomorrow. Or… I can call him now and tell him you're terrified of him and th-.."
Urgh, I dislike Itachi now. Can't say I dislike him all the time, just now, at this very moment when he's trying to ruin my life.
"Fine." I glared even harder at the pen now which was in my hand and I was griping it so tightly I thought it was going to snap.
"Nice talking to you Naruto. Oh, by the way, good morning and have a nice and pleasant day." There was a smirk in his tone. I know it. I've seen him smirk million times. Never smiles. Smirks only, he and his stupid brother. They don't know the definition of smile.
Pricks.
I picked up my coat and threw it over my shoulder while heading for the Sasuke's office, which was on the completely opposite side of mine.
While I was passing the hallway to that dreadful place, people looked at me weirdly, as if I grew two heads, and even Ino gave me one of her looks that clearly spoke 'the fuck you doin'?' but I chose to ignore them for the sake of my pride which was threaten to be shattered by Itachi's phone call to that bastard brother of his.
Ah, as I said I chose to ignore everyone, even that annoying red-haired Sasuke's assistant Karin, who
Didn't see me walking.
Stared right through me as if I were transparent
Saw me walking and was too dumbstruck to realize what I was doing on this part of the floor
Did it on purpose.
Fucking OUCH. It fucking hurts and burns and, and, and… what the fuck?
I hissed in pain. I was just walking and thinking about how it came to this office arrangement in the first place when something wet and hot got all over my baby-blue dress shirt.
"Wopsie, he he" Karin smiled innocently.
If she was a guy, and I really wished she was in that moment, I'd punch her so hard. But she isn't. And yours truly will never raise a hand on a woman unless it's a boxing match where I'm paired up against a woman, which would never happen since I don't do boxing.
I'm off the topic.
"Argh, Karin, what the hell?" I glared at her as much as I could. I remembered the glare I gave to the poor pen during Itachi's phone call. This one was the same.
She blinked innocently and offered an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry Mr. Uzumaki, it was an accident, I didn't realize I was walking into you, I didn't expect anyone to be in the hallway at the moment and I was checking my cellphone when I stumbled into you. I sincerely apologize."
She looked as if she was honest enough. But you never know with Sasuke's lackeys, she might be the same as he is. Never trust Sasuke's subordinates.
"It's fine, whatever, I gotta go." She looked worriedly at me, the coffee in the cup was smoking hot, it stung me really bad, but I can't sit and mop about it when I have an Uchiha to please.
I took the papers and went out of the office building. The sky was still sunny but there was a sight of clouds approaching, I paid no mind to it as I thought it won't rain anyway, the clouds weren't even that bad.
So I was standing there for good 15 minutes slopped in Karin's coffee, looking really pissed off and there was not any cab going by. Seriously? Any? Just one, please.
Ah, as if god heard my prayer I saw the cab approaching me when I waved at the driver. I comfortably sat on the backseat and told him Uchiha's address.
His apartment building was across from mine.
I entered the elevator and looked for the third floor button to press. Yes the bastard of course had to live on the floor same as mine. Thank god the building was not the same. Workplace was one, I had to put up with him there. But seeing him in the lobby of our apartment building, now that would be just a bit too much and I think I'd move out of that same building.
I knocked softly on the apartment with number 13 on it.
"Go 'way, 'Tachi… can't talk, too sick, go bug tha' blue eyed mowon, Nawuto… Achoo!"
Business trip Itachi? Stupid liar.
Sasuke clearly had a problem voicing some syllables and it made me snicker a bit to myself.
Can I say it sounded cute? Because really it did. But I won't say it, because Sasuke was the one making the sounds after all and you can't put Sasuke and cute together. He's prissy. Stuck-up. Not cute at all. Bastard-like, with black hair and a pair of ebony eyes that fitted his dark and gloomy soul and personality.
Prick.
And so I glared at the door. Trying with all my might to burn it down, burn Sasuke down and burn his whole apartment down. Apparently Itachi hadn't told him the mowon Nawuto is going to bring him the files from work. That devil's spawn.
Scratch that.
Devil himself.
Yup, much better.
"You know, you could at least show some respect to me for bringing you the files so you can work from home, since you couldn't take them by yourself last night when you finished working, ice-prince-Sasuke." I voiced my thoughts to him in hope he'll get up, pick up the file and let me go away from here.
He groaned. Whether it was in pain or annoyance from hearing my voice I don't know, but the groan itself was interesting coming from him.
Hey, I don't call him ice prince Sasuke for no reason, you know?
I thought that maybe he really was in pain and for a second I really wanted to ask if he was alright.
But then I mentally cringed at the idea. Do not show emotions to Uchiha Sasuke. Do not show that you worry, even if you do worry just a little tiny bit, don't show it. Don't show him that you care. Never, ever, ever, EVER show emotions to Sasuke. Why? Because he's just going to make fun of you for being human and make you look like an idiot. Stuck-up bastard.
"Yo, open up already or I'll just dump this in front of your door and someone might pick it up from your neighbors instead, I don't have all day, you asshole."
Maybe I'm being too harsh?
"Go 'way 'Wuto, not feelin well."
…
…
"Achoo!"
I hate him. For making me worry. When I actually don't care.
Yeah, right.
Shut up brain.
"I'm coming in." And so I pushed the door open, which were unlocked since he clearly expected Itachi to come.
"I'm weally sick, you can catch it." But no other signs of protest were heard as I entered his apartment.
I did not expect to see what I had.
He was in a terrible condition, he was shivering and clearly had no strength to get up and take a blanket or two to cover himself. His fever must've been high. His delicate pale face was looking rather white at the moment and it was no wonder he couldn't form words correctly since his lips were shaking alongside the other parts of his body, due to fever.
Uchiha fucking Sasuke. He and I had a long, really loooong history.
We bickered and fought since we were kids, our parents know each other very well, they are best friends as a matter of fact. Konoha Corp. is theirs. My father, Minato, met Fukagu Uchiha in high school. Unlike Sasuke and me, they just clicked together, and became best friends ever. They went to college together, studied business and opened Konoha Corp. soon after their graduation.
But that didn't mean I ought to be this… -whatever he is, I don't feel like insulting him at the moment seeing how sick he is- … anyway it didn't mean I ought to be Sasuke's best friend. He sure wasn't mine.
Groan.
You gotta stop making that sound Uchiha. I glared at him.
Oh… He groaned because of the blanked I threw over him, he was warmer now.
Why would Itachi make him work when he was this sick was beyond my comprehension. Anyway, being a noble man I was…
Yes, I can praise myself sometimes.
I went to Sasuke's kitchen and opened his kitchen cabinets one by one. I was looking for instant soup, I knew he had those.
Yes, I knew.
Yes, I was here before.
No, it wasn't because we were best friends.
Sasuke and I are not friends. We're like enemies that tolerate each other for the sake of the business. Yeah, frienemies?
Anyway, since I've been to my frienemy's apartment before, I knew he had soup somewhere over here, I just had to find it.
Got it.
I cooked the soup and left it on the small table in his living room where he was stretched on couch. He was sleeping now so I thought I'd be on my way back to office.
"Watareyadoin?"
Huh?
I turned around because it sounded like he was talking to me, I wasn't sure. I just had to get out of here, I had work to do and there was a risk I'd catch the flu and… I really wanted out of here before he pissed the shit out of me.
"I asked what are you doing…" well, there goes that cute voice I heard from him the moment I came to his door and here comes the cold, stick-up-my-ass style voice.
That involuntarily made me cringe.
"I made you soup, covered you so you don't die of coldness and now I have to go to work. The file I brought is on your dining table."
"I thought you wanted me to die." Sasuke smirked.
Really?
He smirked?
He has so high fever that he was shaking from coldness 10 minutes ago, now he's all warmed up and I even made him lunch and he smirked at me like that? That stupid Uchiha-Sasuke-style smirk.
"You know, I can just punch you in the face? I mean you're literally helpless, so I'd win this round without any trouble." I glared at him.
"I'd like to see you try." Smirk.
"I might just take you up on that offer if you don't shut the fuck up this moment."
It was beyond my understanding why Sasuke was the only person in my life that made my blood boil in anger and frustration so fast. Maybe it was because the asshole put the sand in my hair when we were at the beach really long time ago with our families. It was really hard to wash the sand out, considering how soft my hair is.
Or, maybe it was because he broke my Batmobile toy when we were in pre-school.
On the other hand maybe it was because every girl I ever wanted ended up clinging to Sasuke-ice-prince; of course he refused them all, he run away from girls as if they were plague, however I was always perma-friendzoned by any chick that laid eyes on Sasuke.
"What? Scared I'd beat the shit out of you if you come closer? Or maybe you thought twice and actually understand that this flu will get to you if you keep playing housewife to me." Of course he'd smirk. With a raised eyebrow I might add.
Beats me if I know how he had strength to mess with me when not 15 minutes ago he looked like he was one foot in the grave.
Well, Uchiha, I can be asshole too. If you can make my hair stand up straight on my neck out of anger, I'll make you suffer the worst way possible. The one you hate the most.
I threw my dignity out of the window and took a short walk to his couch. This is going to be a pain in my ass, but at least I'll make him pay for being an asshole.
You know what's Sasuke afraid of the most?
No?
Fangirls.
It's on, bastard.
I threw my left hand on the back of his couch and kneeled next to him. The light that was coming from the TV was blocked by my back and it made him open his eyes in confusion. He looked at me in the most unusual way I've ever seen him look at anyone.
"Is there something I can do to make you feel better, Sas'?" I willed myself to look like one of his fangirls when they are worried about what he's going to say to them. Pout in place, of course.
He kept watching me in mild surprise and then he blinked and scrunched his eyebrows as if he was furious.
Thought I'd make him scared… But this works too, heh.
"What are you doing, idiot?" The mocking voice from not a minute ago was long gone and instead there was a hint of warning in Sasuke's voice along with something I couldn't understand. Why is he getting so angry over this? Did he prefer I really punch him?
"I'm just checking to see if my best friend slash enemy, dearest Sasuke, need something else before I take my leave, what kind of a lousy frienemy would I be if I just leave you here all alone to freeze to death or starve?" I watched his expression carefully. I wanted to find a hint of that fear that always crawled up his skin when one of the girls approached him.
God, how I loved making fun of him for that, even though it earned me a punch in the jaw on most cases and sometimes a smack in the head. It depended on whether there was someone else or not. When we were alone he'd smack my head which didn't hurt me at all but it was more of a warning to stop molesting him about those leeches. If there was someone else, I'd get punch in my face for teasing him, and being the person I am I'd punch him back and so we fought like Neanderthals most of the time.
Which is exactly why I refused to do what Itachi asked me to this morning in the first place. It was like setting up a fight on purpose. That devil's spawn.
"I. Want. You. To. Move. Now." He said every word carefully, with a hint of promised pain in each if I disobey.
Fuck you Uchiha. I'm not afraid of you.
"Aw, come on Sas'… don't be mean, here I was just trying to help you out. Do you want me to feed you? Soup shouldn't be so hot anymore, it's edible. I'll help you up." I kept the pout on my face, just because I knew it was pissing him off way too much.
Serves you right. Dick.
Sasuke blinked at me and gave me a warning look. Tsk, as if I would be scared of it now when he's barely able to talk.
And so I moved closer to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and scooped him up to put him in a sitting position. His body was exhausted due to fever so he let me have my way rather than strain his muscles unnecessarily. I left him in that sitting position and grabbed a spoon to feed him his soup.
Really, you should've seen the look on his face. It was one of disbelief and anger but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes that I didn't miss.
"Come on Sasuke-ice-prince, open your mouth, say 'aaa', come on…" I lifted a spoon to his mouth and teased him. I couldn't help myself. This was once in lifetime opportunity.
"Moron. And stop calling me that, you're not five anymore." He mocked me, but opened his mouth as ordered which indeed surprised me. I thought he'd just shove off my arm and make me spill the soup all over myself. I did not expect this kind of reaction from him.
Anyway, I kept my word and fed him until he ate it all, not missing a single move of his mouth on the freaking spoon.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Naruto Uzumaki never cared about how people ate their soup. But there was something about the way Sasuke's mouth opened and his lips looked so soft and gentle and kissable.
Wait.
What?
Did you really think that? As in, you'd kiss him?
Stupid brain. Quit mocking me. Of course not. I'd rather kiss a pig than Sasuke-bastard.
Would you?
How do you turn off your brain? I needed help. I should probably pay a visit to a shrink. Clearly, I was losing it.
"Stop staring at me like an idiot and move already. Or did you fall asleep on me with your eyes wide open? If that's the case I'll just shove you off and let you fall on the flour. That'll serve you right for acting as if I was an infant." An irritated eyebrow told me he clearly meant what he said.
I offered him a gentle smile and left the plate on the table next to us. When I turned to him I saw that Sasuke was staring at the side. There was that look that he gave me when I kneeled next to his bed. I just had no clue what that look meant. It seemed like he was in a deep thought but worried and annoyed at the same time about the thing he was thinking of.
"Are you feeling better?"
Why the fuck am I turning soft to this asshole?
He turned to me and glared at my knees which were rubbing against his thigh, we were in that position since I started feeding him. The look from few moments ago was gone and anger again evident in his eyes: "I will feel much better if you would be so kind to move yourself as far away from me as possible."
See? I told you he's a prick.
Well now, since he wanted me to move, I clearly wanted to do whatever Sasuke didn't want and I scooted closer to him laughing at how angrier his look got.
"What Sasuke? Are you afraid of me? Do you really think I'd hit you now when you can barely move your body?" Did he really think that?
"Hn." He still glared at me not answering my question. Time to pay for your bastardness.
I gently pressed hand to that delicate face which I punched so many times that I lost my count of it, and it surprised me how soft his skin was. I guess I never paid attention to such details when we were in combat. What surprised me even more was that he was burning. There were tints of red coloring his fine cheeks now and I wasn't sure was it the fever or was he…
Was he blushing because of me?
A sadistic smirk rivaling one of Itachi's crossed my mind. No, I wouldn't smirk in front of Sasuke now. He doesn't know I'm trying to make him feel scared acting like one of his fangirls. Although not one of his reactions was that of fear, I did get a fair share of anger, impatience and those deadly glares. It worked just as fine.
"You're burning." I stated calmly.
He didn't answer, but he did something that caught me off guard a bit and I stood dumbstruck at the sick Uchiha.
The knuckle of my hand was pressing to his cheek and in contrast to his burning hot skin it was cold. Sasuke pressed his cheek into my knuckle making me outstretch my hand to fit his cheek better. Then he moaned at the feeling and that single sound stirred something in the pit of my stomach.
If it had been any other situation Sasuke would've thrown me away from him in less than two seconds after I refused to move, but seeing him like this - helpless, weakened from the fever and unable to defend himself the way he felt like, it made me feel a bit like a jerk.
I mean, if someone other than me was doing this to Sasuke in the condition he was at the moment I'd chop off their head most likely. I mean, I couldn't stand him most of the time and I assure you the feeling was mutual since we bickered the moment we set eyes on each other, but that didn't mean I wouldn't defend him with my life.
Our squabble was between us only. If he punched me, I'd punch him back and wise verse, but it was our thing. If there was a person molesting, threatening or dare I say beating Sasuke, I'd stood up for him. No matter what happens between us and how many times we insult each other or inflict physical pain on one another I'd always defend him from others, and I know the bastard would do the same for me.
I was so deep in thoughts that I didn't notice when he took a hold of my other hand and brought it to his cheek. The position I was in right now was uncomfortable but how could I move when this bastard clearly needed me. I turned my hands so my palms could cup his cheeks and felt him give in to the touch. His eyes were closed now, enjoying the feeling of coolness that radiated to his cheeks.
The blush on his cheeks didn't go away and it made me wonder if he was getting worse than he already was.
"Sasuke…" when the fuck did my voice get so soft?
"Mmm?" he replied still keeping his eyes closed.
"Are you… ok?" I hesitated a bit.
"Are you dumb? Were you dropped on your head when you were born? How can you expect a person with high fever and exhaustion to be ok?"
See? I told you there was a reason I wanted to punch him most of the time. Stupid asshole calling me dumb.
"You're blushing like a schoolgirl who just had a short conversation with her crush, so I had to check is it the fever or do I make you feel uncomfortable, Sas'?" Fuck you Uchiha. Take that for calling the brilliant Uzumaki Naruto dumb.
His eyes fluttered open the moment he heard me and I saw his eyes widen in surprise from the proximity we were at the moment, which was caused by him groping my hand and puling it to his stupid face that I really wanna punch.
"Move." He glared at me trying to intimidate me.
"No." I stood my ground.
"I said move." He was nervous, I just knew it. I've known him way too long to not recognize the tone of his voice.
"Make me." I challenged him.
"I can barely talk, can't move and have your fat body all over me and your ugly head in my face. I can't make you do anything at the moment clearly."
Ugly head?
Fat body?
Is he delusional or blind? I know he's doing it on purpose, if he wasn't so sick we'd be on the floor wrestling and breaking each other's noses. But really? Ugly and fat? I'll show you who's fat, Sasuke-bastard.
I leaned even closer to him, still keeping my hands on his cheeks and pulling his head just a little bit towards mine.
"Excuse me? Did you just say I have an ugly head? A person with a dull hair color and ridiculous hairstyle like yours dares to comment on my beautiful head?" Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you irritate me, I'll strangle you. Wow, I was impressed at how my brain worked around Sasuke.
"Hn. You're stupid." He smirked at me as if challenging me to make my next move.
His eyes gazed into mine and I could feel his breath on my lips because of the proximity. There was that feeling in the pit of my stomach again. And then he licked his lips so casually and sensually that it made my blood boil but in a good way and it made me aroused.
I just wanted to punish him for being an asshole ever since I came to his apartment, I even made him a soup and he was still treating me like garbage. And I have no idea how it came to this, nor why I was doing it but…
I leaned in and closed the short distance between us. The way my lips touched his was light and gentle. I was still looking at him and there was shock written on both of our faces. He was shocked by the fact I was kissing him and I was shocked by the same fact except that I was the one who did it and so I felt stupid and shocked at the same time.
He didn't move and I didn't dare move. We just stood like that for a few seconds staring at each other with our lips connected. The strange feeling of arousal in my stomach was growing with each passing second and I couldn't help myself anymore. I pressed my lips firmer to his waiting to be pushed away. I knew he had that much strength in himself.
I may be an asshole but I'm not a rapist and I most definitely won't molest sick Uchiha Sasuke who can barely move without giving him an opening to stop me whenever he wanted to.
Sasuke still looked at me, the shock was still there in his eyes, but there was also that other emotion I couldn't name.
I gently moved my right hand to cup his cheek better and angle his face to the position that was more comfortable for both of us. I touched his neck and I felt that his pulse was rapidly increasing; mine was the same so I couldn't mock him about it. Since I received no signs of objection from him I boldly caught his lower lip between my lips and waited.
He hesitated for a short second before he caught my upper lip between his own and I lost it. I licked his lower lip slowly, desperately hoping he won't deny me the pleasure of tasting those soft lips more and I felt him move his lips over mine. I caught that opportunity to sneak my tongue in his mouth in search of his and he moaned softly in approval. His hands found their way to my waist and I shifted my right leg on the other side of him so I was straddling him.
I felt more comfortable in this position and moved my tongue across his teeth. The motion clearly tickled him since he couldn't help it but chuckle lightly and then he met my tongue with his own.
Oh. My. God.
I was kissing Uchiha Sasuke.
The guy I hated.
The guy I considered my friend.
The guy I fought on every given opportunity.
I was kissing him and it was the best fucking kiss in my entire life. It wasn't just because of the way we kissed, but it was those feelings I got when I pressed my lips to his. Lust, desire, thirst. I wanted him to kiss me back, I wanted him to meet my tongue.
I wanted him.
Our tongues danced around each other, testing, exploring. The sensation made me moan and I saw how Sasuke's eyes opened a bit wider and he pulled me closer to him, before closing his eyes and giving in to the kiss. His tongue was becoming rougher now, demanding, pushing mine so his could dive into my mouth. I moaned again closing my eyes and allowing him the entrance.
He kissed me hungrily and devastatingly, as if I was the only person in this world he needed. He wanted me, and I couldn't help but wonder how long did Sasuke actually really want this?! I was going with my instincts, when I kissed him I did it because in that moment that was the only logical thing to do since I couldn't really punch him for pissing me off. But, Sasuke…
Sasuke was kissing me with such passion I've never felt before with anyone. It was evident that he desired me, I believe that was the reason he was so desperate to get me away from him. He didn't want me to find out that he desired this.
I heard a possessive groan escaping his throat and by god it was the sexiest thing I've ever heard in my 25 years of life. The groan made me press myself more into him and it became obvious how the kiss affected both of us. The friction made us both moan at the same time and pull away from each other staring at the other in disbelief.
"I knew you'd go and do something stupid. That's just the way you are. I told you to move, didn't I?" He decided to break the silence with that? He was struggling to keep his composure, he was out of breath just as much as I was, but he was lecturing me. And he called me stupid again.
Well I was.
What the fuck was I even thinking?
I jumped away from the position I was in and noticed how my legs felt like jelly after being kissed like that by none other than Uchiha Sasuke ice prince.
I knew I was blushing but who cares.
"I have to go. Job." And with that I stormed out of his apartment.
The moment I stepped on the sidewalk I noticed the clouds getting darker. How long was I at Sasuke's?
I was furious at myself for doing something stupid like that. I was ashamed because I caught him off of guard and I…
Plop.
I really hated birds at the moment, particularly the one that took a shit over me. That thing was disgustingly stuck on the part of my blond locks and my shoulder.
Can this day really get any worse?
I cursed loudly pulling the hood over my head, I looked like an idiot, but better that than having people stare at bird's shit on my head. Few minutes later I managed to get to Konoha Corp. and I went straight for the elevator not even acknowledging people that passed me by. It was rude, and it was more Sasuke-style, but at the moment I didn't care. I had other issues going on in my head and on it.
I managed to clean my coat in the bathroom, it needed dry cleaning but it was November after all and I couldn't go home only in my dress shirt, it wasn't that warm. Now, about my hair. Should I just cut it all? Or only the part bird shitted on? I was really disgusted.
On the way back from the bathroom with my hood still on I looked at Ino and begged her to come to my office with some paper towels. She looked surprised and she died of laughter when she saw why I needed her assistance, but she helped me anyway. I knew I can always count on her. Ino was my friend and even though she was in a relationship with Sasuke's friend Shikamaru, I knew she would never betray me.
The rest of the day went by without too much of a trouble, and then I had to go home on foot because waiting for a cab for 15 minutes was not something I could afford in the condition I was in. And so, I was drenched like a rat, with the stench of shit in my hair, thoughts of kissing Sasuke-bastard haunted my mind and on top of that my phone had to ring somewhere in my backpack when I couldn't pick it up due to the wet state I was in.
Lovely day.
I finally entered my bathroom and managed to take a shower, hopefully water will wash away everything that happened today along with that disgusting thing in my hair.
Enjoying the hot water all over my body I could relax a bit at last. My phone rung again and I cursed at whoever was disturbing me, reminding myself to check the missed calls.