Awkward!
"Sakura…" Sasuke grunted into her hair. He held her to him as he dragged her body to their bed. Sakura moaned lightly in reply as she gripped his hair with all her might –without chakra of course.
Sasuke shoved her down onto their bed and straddled her waist, "Wait, Sasuke, what about-?" Sakura question was interrupted by Sasuke crashing his lips to hers.
"About what?" he said between lustful kisses.
"Marimaru…" Sakura managed to get out. She pushed Sasuke's chest as a means for him to stop. "What if he sees? He's a teenager; they don't really have the courtesy to knock on their parents' bedroom door…"
Sasuke nibbled her neck, "He's smart enough to know to knock, don't worry." Sasuke continued with his kisses and gently stripped Sakura of her shirt. In turn, she rubbed her hands up his biceps and removed his lose white shirt. He began to tug at her skirt when a high moaning noise caught his attention.
The door to their bedroom was being pushed open. "Hey Mom, Dad? I need-…" Marimaru had been walking in, holding a sheet of paper in his grasp. "Uh…" was all he could muster. His onyx eyes were wide and his jaw slight agape.
Sakura's face turned to a fierce blush at seeing her son walking in on her and her husband screwing. "M-Marimaru!" she choked out.
Sasuke stared, bewildered, at their son. He had been wrong. And there was a possibility he had just scarred his son forever. So he did the only thing he could do.
"Marimaru," Sasuke tried to sound assertive but was very aware he was blushing. "I'll give you two thousand yen if you forget this ever happened."
Sasuke's words brought Sakura from her shock. "Sasuke!" She turned her attention to Marimaru. "Honey, I think maybe it's time we had the 'talk'," she said.
Marimaru's eyes widened further. "I think I'll just take that two hundred yen," he said quickly.
After the "mood" had been killed by their son's interruption, Sakura had called Marimaru back to talk to him.
"I'm serious about having the 'talk,'" she said to him. Her bright green eyes bore into his with as a close of a glare Sakura could muster to her son.
Marimaru knew that his Mom wanted a heart-to-heart by the way she had her hands on her hips and her eyes tightened into a scowl. "And I seriously wanted the yen," he said, hurrying up the stairs of the Uchiha compound.
"Wait! But-!" Her attempt at calling him back failed as she heard his door slam. She sighed. This kid was definitely going to grow up to be like his father.
In the shadows of the hallway, Sasuke chuckled quietly. He always found entertaining when Sakura tried to go on a rampage but failed. It was just so funny to him.
"That better not be you laughing again!" Sakura screamed in no direction in particular. That just made him laugh harder.
Greetings from me, Raven Whisperer. I hope you enjoyed the story, but I kinda doubt considering how crappy it is. Please try to just picture it in your heads, and I'm deeply sorry for the lack of detail.
