AN: I wanted to write shameless married SasuSaku sex and then some plot sneaked in. This will be a two-shot (unless I really draw out the smut). This is the first time I've written something sexy in literally years!
"Mama," Sarada began, and there was a definite teasing edge to her voice, "you'll never guess who I just bumped into in the marketplace."
Sakura looked up from her surgery notes, unwinding her mind from the complicated nuances of neurology and nerve-weakness prevention to watch as her daughter hopped from foot to foot in glee. She placed her index finger beneath pursed lips and paused, thinking, a gesture that since Sarada's babyhood meant the beginning of their guessing games.
"Hmm, was it Auntie Ino? She's due home today."
"Well, I did see Auntie Ino, but…" Sarada shook her head, black hair in disarray. Sakura resisted the urge to comb it back; like her husband, the youngest Uchiha didn't like anyone trying to tame the mess of their unruly locks. "No, it wasn't Auntie."
"Naruto?"
Sakura watched as her daughter's nose wrinkled and she shook her head, leaning against the kitchen table in a gesture so very reminiscent of Sasuke that she had to fight back a smile. "It wasn't the Hokage-sama," Sarada said, archly pronouncing the syllables of Naruto's title, "and it wasn't Boruto either."
"Then I'm stuck," Sakura answered, spreading her hands in a helpless gesture as she closed the textbook in front of her. Aged fourteen and a working kunoichi Sarada was perhaps too old for messing around with her mother like this, but Sakura was only too happy to give her the opportunity to act childish. It was so, so different from her own fourteenth year.
"Mama, it was Papa! He's home," Sarada finally announced, beaming when Sakura's eyebrows climbed her forehead in surprise. He'd sent a hawk but hadn't estimated his arrival home for another few days; she truly hadn't anticipated that answer. "It's just a shame I'm going overnight for this mission."
Standing from her cosy nook in the kitchen, Sakura felt herself start to fluster. With Sarada going away overnight and her surgery running late she hadn't been able to get anything to eat; and while she could leave it up to Sasuke (especially since being in the marketplace meant he was picking something up) she liked to cook for him the first night he came back.
"Oh, dear, I'll have to get dinner ready," she mumbled, hands rising to her cheeks as Sarada rolled her eyes.
"Mama, he was in the market, I'm sure he's got it sorted." Twirling her hair in one finger, Sarada pulled the strap of her mission bag over her shoulder. "I'm sure Papa won't mind if he cooks."
"Yes, but-"
"-you don't feel like tomatoes?" Sarada finished, eliciting a grin from the pink-haired kunoichi.
"Exactly," Sakura replied, moving into what Sarada deemed 'mama-mode' as she quickly rifled through her daughter's mission bag. "Now, have you got everything?"
"Of course I do. This isn't my first mission."
Being the parent of a teenager wasn't always easy; Sakura sent a silent thanks to her own mother once again as she patted her daughter on the head and dropped a kiss on her frowning cheek.
"I'll always ask," she said mildly, watching as Sarada hopped to the doorway with the eagerness of a genin off to adventure.
Sarada sighed, relenting. Returning her mother's kiss as she pulled on her nin-boots, she gave Sakura a particularly devious look over her glasses as she adjusted her headband. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, I think, but until then, you've got Papa all to yourself."
"Sarada!" Sakura couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks as the younger Uchiha gave her a smirk that was the carbon copy of her father's. Really: their child was far too precocious for her heart.
"What?" she replied innocently. "I'm sure you've got lots of catching up to do."
Shrugging at her mother's continued rosy cheeks, the black-haired kunoichi pulled open the door and skipped out into the afternoon sun, waving over her shoulder before turning to walk backwards.
"Oh, and Mama, Papa said he'll be a few hours yet: so you're safe!"
Which gave her plenty of time to get ready; Sakura breathed a sigh of relief as she waved back before closing the door. Leaning her forehead against the painted wood to let her burning cheeks cool down, Sakura felt a frisson of excitement at seeing Sasuke again.
He was returning home as often as he could, these days, no more than two or three months passing between his visits which was a far cry from their darkest days apart. And this time he was early, barely a month after he'd left.
Actually… Sakura blinked in surprise as she considered. Was this the first time he'd come home without Sarada in the house to welcome him? The last time, Sarada had been leaving on a mission the next day and while there'd been pouting (on both sides) he'd been able to spend some time with them both before heading off. Now, they'd have at least an evening and a night together before their peace was invaded by a curious teenager.
That left the question of what to do.
Sakura's mind slid down a naughty path with such alacrity that she surprised herself. Relearning how to be intimate with one another had been fraught with the need to remain as silent and cautious as possible, and the thought of sex without that obstacle put all thoughts of buying dinner out of her head. Ino's advice - Send the kids straight out of the house, Forehead - was a little too blatant for her daughter and so Sakura had had plenty of encounters over the last year and a half that were far too quick and quiet for her tastes.
Of course, now that they were in a flat she'd have to think about the neighbours; but Sakura wasn't half as embarrassed at the thought of them overhearing as the prospect of Sarada getting an eyeful. No; her mind was made up. Sasuke was going to come home after dropping off his report and they were going to spend some time catching up.
Smirk spreading across her face - maybe Sarada had taken it from her after all - Sakura swept her reports off her little kitchen desk, pulled her hair out of her worker's bun, and spent the next hour bullying the house into a semblance of tidiness.
When she was finished and there was still no sign of Sasuke, Sakura showered with the speed of a busy doctor, using the flowery scent that she loved to bathe with when she wasn't working. Standing in the bedroom with a damp towel and no idea what to wear, her rumbling stomach grabbed her attention and Sakura grinned, inspired; there had been a time when they were just newly married and she'd gotten up to cook straight out of bed.
Only, her plan hadn't worked, because when she'd wandered in to ask what Sasuke felt like eating in nothing but an apron he'd promptly decided to have her instead. And they might be fifteen years older, but she thought he'd react the same way now: he'd confessed to her on his last trip that the road was a lonely place and he'd often thought of their more adventurous encounters through the years.
Trying not to feel embarrassed as she dashed around the house closing the blinds to avoid giving passing ninja an eyeful, Sakura felt herself humming in anticipation. The hairs on the back of her arms stood up as she shimmied out of the towel into the rough cotton of her favourite pink apron, completing her preparations by curling her damp hair roughly around her face.
Oh, but it was cold. And though she was normally never one to indulge in heating the house, Sakura definitely wasn't going to stand around shivering while she waited.
"I'll just…" she muttered to herself, dashing into the hall and back to the thermostat. Sighing in contentment as the radiators immediately kicked in, the kunoichi shifted from foot to foot and wondered whether or not making a cup of tea for herself would be considered sexy.
Maybe I'm a little old to be acting like this, she thought ruefully, staring wistfully at the kettle while she hovered in the kitchen. What was sexy for a newlywed was perhaps a little ridiculous for a mother, and there was an instant where Sakura made to run back to their bedroom before she heard the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock.
Too late; for better or for worse, Sasuke was going to find his wife standing almost as bare as she day she was born in the kitchen. Smoothing the apron down with nervous hands, Sakura bounced a little on the balls of her feet as she waited, picturing the look on her husband's face with the beginnings of a blush on her cheeks.
It didn't last. As soon as the door opened, she heard the bubbling chatter of the other member of Team Seven fill their hallway, and Sakura felt the blood drain from her face in pure, unadulterated panic.
Oh. Oh, shit. She was fucked: and not in the way she'd been thinking about all afternoon.
Sasuke tuned out the sounds of Naruto's inane chatter as he stepped over the threshold of his home, frowning at the unusual heat of the place. Uchiha blood ran hot and Sakura didn't seem to mind a chill house; so the burning warmth of the hallway set his suspicions off even as Sakura didn't appear to greet them in her usual smiling fashion.
Kicking his sandals off carelessly, he gripped the plastic bag tighter in his fist, rounding the corner to their living room as Naruto huffed and fussed with his cape in the entrance.
He could feel her chakra in the kitchen but it wasn't accompanied by the usual clatter of her cooking; in fact, she was completely silent, and if he didn't know she knew he could sense her, Sasuke might think Sakura was trying to hide.
Taking two long strides into the kitchen proper, he was greeted with a vision that sent his synapses into complete disarray. His wife was standing with her back to the kitchen table, hands gripping the edge so hard her knuckles were white, green eyes wide with a fear that kicked his ninja instincts into overdrive.
In the next instant, he noticed that although she had on her favourite apron, Sakura wasn't wearing anything else. Delicate shoulders and the flare of her hips at the sides of the pink cotton hinted at her bareness, and the flush spreading across her skin confirmed it.
He blinked, utterly shocked. Mouth opening - to say what, he didn't know - Sasuke stared at his wife, mind completely blank, until he heard Naruto's cheerful voice sounding from much closer than before.
"Sakura-chaaaan," the Hokage called. "Look who I picked up on the side of the road!"
Sasuke watched as Sakura's eyes flicked helplessly to the open doorway before meeting his gaze in a mute plead. It was all he needed to shake him from his surprise; dropping his bag next to her, he immediately turned on his heel and stormed through the doorway, halting their blonde best friend before he could come through and placing his lone hand firmly on the other man's shoulder.
"Naruto, go home," Sasuke said crisply, pushing the Hokage back none too gently.
Predictably, the blonde screwed his eyes shut in a moue of annoyance.
"What? Why? It's time for some quality team bonding," he whined. "I even brought Sakura's favourite dango."
Relentlessly, Sasuke kept up the pressure on Naruto's shoulder, causing the man to step back a few paces before he shrugged the Uchiha off.
"Come on, Sasuke, Hinata and the kids are away visiting and it's been ages since we had a-"
"We'll do it tomorrow," Sasuke interrupted, not halting in his path until Naruto almost tripped over the edge of the entrance step.
"Eh? What's with the change of plan?" Naruto queried, pouting as he put both hands on his hips. "Don't be so jealous with Sakura-chan's time, you big-"
He was cut off by Sakura's voice sounding from the kitchen, far too high and nervous for her usual composed tone.
"I'm not feeling too well Naruto," she called, and Sasuke watched as the Hokage's face smoothed out into a worried expression. "I'll be better tomorrow, see you then!"
"Ah, Sakura-chan, are you okay? Do you need-"
"-I'll handle it," Sasuke said, putting his own hand on his hip with a raised eyebrow. "I'll send a hawk tomorrow."
"Ooookay," Naruto finally said, sounding unconvinced as he put his sandals back on. Folding his Hokage cloak under one arm, he thrust his bag of dango into Sasuke's hand, levelling the Uchiha with a suspicious blue-eyed stare. "Make sure you take care of our teammate, ne, she's been very busy this week."
Raising his voice as he opened the door, Naruto yelled, "See you later, Sakura-chan!"
When he heard his wife choke out something like a goodbye, Sasuke pressed the door closed firmly at Naruto's retreating back, locking it and listening as she breathed out a sigh of pure relief. At the sound, he closed his eyes and stood in the hallway for a moment to compose himself.
After feeling his heart rate return to a normal level, Sasuke slowly made his way back to the kitchen, unsure of what he'd find. Turning into the warm room and abandoning the dango, he was greeted with the sight of Sakura's bare skin, a red line across her backside testament to how firmly she'd been trying to meld herself to the kitchen table.
He felt a sudden urge to kiss it away, the tips of his ears turning scarlet at the impulse. At a loss for what to say as Sakura cradled her face in her hands, he stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching the fine trembling of her shoulders that indicated acute embarrassment.
"Ah-," he managed finally, before pausing as she raised her head to meet his black and purple gaze. She hadn't turned around again, and the sight of her pale skin in the low light of the darkened room was making it rather difficult to gather his thoughts.
"I'm going to just…" Sakura whispered, before gesturing towards their bedroom door. She took two steps towards him before turning to slink past his motionless form as it blocked her escape route.
Mouth dry, Sasuke reached out and hooked a finger in the string holding her apron around her waist. She stopped dead.
"Wait," he said softly, and swallowed heavily as his wife's deep green eyes looked up into his face. Sakura was very, very close, and she smelled so very good.
"Sasuke-kun?"
Her voice was quiet suspense. Slowly, he let his finger unlatch from the thin string, tracing a path up her side that made her shiver involuntarily. Stopping when he was level with the curve of her breast, Sasuke leaned down slightly, bringing his head closer to her naked shoulder.
"What were you…?" he asked, trailing off as he brought his lips within centimetres of the pale skin of her neck. Sakura shuddered harder this time, and he watched from the corner of his eye as she licked her lips before answering.
"I thought maybe…" she shook her head minutely, the motion causing her still-damp hair to brush against his cheek. "I was being silly, and now I'm embarrassed."
At this, Sasuke frowned, watching her cerise hair shake slightly as she trembled. Sakura was obviously mortified at the near miss but since she hadn't moved out of his light hold, the ninja shifted so that his body was a touch closer to hers, his hand spreading across her skin in a careful caress. Feeling the slide of her muscles under shower-soft skin, he ran his hand down the bumps of her spine, stopping when he felt her twitch her hips forward.
"Hn," he exhaled, following his hot breath with the merest hint of his lips across her exposed collarbone. Sasuke felt rather than heard her sigh, Sakura's body moving subconsciously towards his larger frame. "I don't think… I don't think this is silly."
"N-no," Sakura agreed, and he watched her thighs shift together under the deceptively innocent pink.
Cautiously, lest she become embarrassed again and startle away like a frightened animal, Sasuke drifted his hand away from her back, moving to hold her hip with just the barest promise of strength in his grip. When she made a small noise in the back of her throat, he pressed his thumb into the groove of her hip bone, coaxing her backwards until her spine was aligned with the doorframe and he was inches from her front.
Silently thanking his iron will for holding out, Sasuke dropped his head towards hers again, nudging the hot skin of her cheek to the side with his nose before running his lips along her neck to her pulse point, letting his teeth press suggestively against the beating of her blood before sucking just once.
Control, he thought, control, when at the bruising of her skin Sakura moaned close to his ear, the sound like a bolt of lightning down the line of his back. Managing - only just - to keep his body apart from hers, he dragged his nose down the side of her throat, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into the juncture of her collarbone. Instead, he darted his tongue out and licked the hollow of her clavicle, following the wetness with a puff of air as he exhaled against her skin.
His wife moaned again, louder this time, embarrassment leaving the way she held her body solid against the doorway. With infinite slowness, Sasuke slid a leg between her clenching thighs, closing his eyes in response to the gasping catch of Sakura's breath in her surprise.
He could feel the heat of her though his thigh wasn't even close to the apex of hers, trapped as he was between the burning hot strength in her legs.
"D-dear," she breathed, spine arching just enough to accommodate his hand as it moved to her back.
"Hm?" he murmured against her collarbone, the vibration of his voice making the pulse in her neck jump against his ear.
"I…" there was a pause as she slowly brought her hands up from their tense position at her sides. "I want…"
Carefully, as though she wasn't quite in charge of her movements, Sakura wound one arm around his neck and threaded her fingers in his hair, the other passing pensively over his still-cloaked back to rest at the base of his spine.
Sasuke felt his Sharingan activate at her hesitant touch, the dim light of late afternoon giving way to clarity as he watched goosebumps chase across her sensitive skin. With his hand heavy on the dimples above her tailbone, he moved forward again, crowding her deliciously against the doorframe and letting a ragged breath slip past his calm facade.
Sakura's hips stuttered forward again at the sound and he used the momentum to grind his leg upwards, clothed thigh pressing without warning against her warmest place. At the same time, she ground downwards, riding his leg with rolling motions that betrayed her deep, deep frustration at her lack of space to move.
He couldn't help smirking against her skin and she felt it, moan turning into a keening sound that was not quite a whine, but wasn't far off it.
"Sakura," Sasuke whispered, saying her name for the first time since he'd crossed the threshold. At his dark tone she shivered again, and he felt the muscles of her thighs constrict, keeping him where she wanted him. "Show me... what you want me to do."
She didn't need told twice.
AN: I'd love to know your thoughts as this is the first time I've written an older Sasuke and Sakura.