Coffee
by: RoseWaters
Because it took the cold feel of the empty sheets next to him to realize it.
Sex's not love.
I was the way her eyes slid in his direction, that small grin as she caught his eyes. His expression a mix of confusion. Her fingers gliding down her neck, tracing her collar bone before her eyes flittered away from him.
How long they had been in the bar he wasn't sure. Naruto could hold his alcohol, Sakura thought she could. Her eyes flittered over to him again, her tongue gliding across her bottom lip.
If she was trying to seduce him it was a wasted effort. He'd need no coxing.
How many times did she plan to play with him? Was it fun for her? Did she like to watch how awkward he felt when they crossed paths and she left no indication that she remembered? Or did she just enjoy watching him break every time?
She stood up slowly, her lean frame eye candy to the bar full of men. Most eyes were on her as she stretched. Arching her back slightly, as she pressed her chest out. Her short hair brushing her back. Her eyes found his as his eyes lingered on her figure.
One man called out across the bar.
"Sakura, are you trying to stop us from getting shit faced? I'm scared I'm going to lose the memorization I just did of your body! Won't you walk me home?"
The man pushed away his glass as the room erupted in laughter.
She smiled suddenly and Naruto found himself more than just pissed. Jealousy was a terrifying thing, especially when it was miss placed.
"They say you only remember half of what you see, but all of what you feel."
She was addressing the whole room. Her voice loud enough to carry. The room laughed, but her eyes never left his blue one's.
She leaned over the table so that her lips brushed his ear. His body went ridged. This type of advance was beginning to become more then misleading. His blond hair shifted with each word she spoke.
"Can I walk you home?"
It wasn't the first time, and he began to wonder just how many times he had left.
He'd entertained the thought more then once, to just refuse her, but the idea only fleetingly crossed his mind when his hand would brush against the cold sheets in the morning.
He wasn't smart but at twenty-two he was able to distinguish simple things. He was being uses, and he couldn't help but want it to continue.
They were at his door, he had just unlocked it when he turned around to face her. Her palm pressed against his chest pushing him against the wall. He had intended to invite her in for coffee. What a fool he was. As soon as her lips hit his, and her arms snaking around his neck he forgot everything.
He pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist before they stumbled into his apartment. He never could get over the smell of her strawberry shampoo. He never caught the smell of liqueur on her, but he was sure she could taste it on his lips.
It was the same thing every morning, the cold sheets next to him, the mist from the shower that lingered with her signature shampoo, and the smell of the fresh coffee that she would make every time.
He walked to the kitchen, his house spotless. After there first night together, he kept the place clean, because he never knew if and when she was coming back. After the second night he bought her shampoo and left it in the shower. After the third night he lost hope.
He'd sit at his table a cup waiting next to the coffee machine. He'd pour a glass as he scratched his head, in some stupid attempt to drive off his hangover. She never drank coffee. He would always entertain the idea of how she managed to deal with a hangover without caffeine.
And he'd sit there with the coffee she made, smelling strawberries in the air. Letting little idle ideas about her cross his mind. Because he was Naruto, and he was twenty-two, and he was in love for 10 years, and he knew without out a doubt that sex's not love.
But he'd take it anyway.
A/N: this will be a two chapter story....I think.