Prompt: Sakura checks out Sasuke at training and likes what she sees.

Requested by anon.

Adult themes, or at least implied.

The new training ground 3 looked just like the old, and Sakura enjoyed that fact. She had many memories tied to this open expanse of land, and she was glad that she could reminisce in the place that the memories occurred.

She had finished training for the day, and had collapsed on the ground in a sweaty, half dressed, mess. She was wearing her black undershorts and had discarded her skirt, when it ripped, during her spar. Her shirt survived, but it was torn. Her breath was laboured, and Sakura was actually feeling really good.

There was a tune in her heart and a smile on her face. Those endorphins from training were certainly doing their job.

Though, the sight in front of her was pretty powerful as well…if she did say so herself.

Sasuke was the victor of their mock match, and he was smirking triumphantly. He hadn't gotten out of it unscratched, however, and Sakura patted herself inwardly on the back for doing such agood job. His shirt was destroyed, and there was a large chakra gash over hischest; it wasn't deep, but it did travel the expanse of his torso, stopping at his naval.
There were bruises starting to form where she had gotten him, and he wassweating as much as her.

Sakura couldn't help but stare.

"You did well." Sasuke praised, ashe finished with some stretches. Sakura eyed his arm, as he stretched it above his head. The wind chose to gust at that moment, and Sakura was assaulted with the smell of Sasuke.

She had never told anyone before, but she enjoyed the gritty scent of battle. This was different to that, though - it was almost sweet - and Sakura felt a shiver run down her spine. She crossed one leg over the other, unintentionally, and pulled on random pieces of grass with her fidgety fingers.

"Thank you." She replied. "You can't even tell that you used to have two arms." Sakura mused, hoping that Sasuke didn't notice that she was feeling awkward.

Perhaps awkward wasn't the word, if she was being truthful; aroused probably would have been better.

He made a noise in response that resembled 'good', and he nodded. She could tell that he already knew her statement was true. He looked confident.

The nin turned from his last stretch, to face her, and Sakura couldn't help but stare at his exposed torso. His skin was pale, and he was scarred from the past. There were droplets of sweat forming beneath the midday sun, and Sakura's mouth fell open without meaning to.

"I need to be healed." He said, and she knew that he was actually asking. Sasuke had issues with questions a lot of the time, so he posed them as statements. She supposed that it was an offshoot of him being unable to rely on others in the past; he could now, but old habits died hard.

She nodded, allowing him to pull her to stand. Once she was upright, and closer to Sasuke than she estimated, Sakura took a steadying Sasuke filled breath, and got to work.

Her hands glowed with healing chakra and she worked from the start of the wound, to the end. She tried not to let her gaze drift but she couldn't stop herself. Sakura was being a class A pervert, and she knew it.

Sasuke's muscles were defined, and his shinobi pants were slung so lowly; she could see his hip bones clearly, and the v that she secretly swooned over. The trail of hair that led from his naval was driving her crazy and she 'accidentally' brushed by it as she finished up.

"There. All healed." She said, looking up at him.

Sakura realised that he was watching her, and had been for the entirety of the moment. She had let her wandering eyes get the better of her.

How foolish.

He smirked, and Sakura wondered what he was thinking behind those amused eyes. He no longer had his doujutsu activated, and Sakura gazed up at his familiar obsidian.

"Oh." Her mind avoided the embarrassment, as she realised that he had a cut across his cheek. She'd been too busy looking at the rest of him to notice. It only took a second for her thumb to glow with chakra and she swiped it across the wound. Sasuke's cheekbone was hard beneath her digit, and Sakura wiped some dirt off his cheek as an excuse to admire the angle of his face.

"You need a shower." She said absently, pulling away. It looked like they were done with training for today.

Sasuke smirked again, and Sakura thought that it looked devious. His bangs hung over his face, damp and unkempt, and she watched in anticipation as he looked her over, deliberately. He took a step closer to her and his hair brushed her skin as he leant down. He had left her with very little room, and she was assaulted completely by Sasuke's after training aroma. His clavicle was in her eyesight and she licked her lips unintentionally.

"Seems like you do too." Sasuke said close to her ear, and it sounded suggestive – gravelly - but he had merely lowered his voice. "A cold shower." He finished with, and he stepped back.

He walked by her, then, assumedly going to have a shower of his own, and Sakura felt her stomach flop; the fantasies inside her mind were powerful.

She turned to watch him walk, and she could have sworn he said,

"Have fun."

Whether she imagined it or not, Sakura blushed all the same.

Sasuke was right – she needed a cold shower stat, or some alone time.

Her team mate was truly lethal to her.