I love stories that involve business Sasuke, and I love stories with Dr. Sakura….so I decided to use both. (;

Title: Of Drunken Kisses

Summary: The first time she had met Sasuke, he was high at a party and they ended up hooking up in the bathroom. Now, she was sitting in his office and he was looking over her resume.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Prompt: "Misspent Youth"

Rating: M

Warnings: none

Comments: AU SasuSaku is ridiculously addicting.

High school Sakura had many different layers to her social personality.

Firstly, she was Valedictorian of her class, filling up her class schedule with honors classes and never-ending A+'s.

Secondly, she was devoted to her extracurricular: soccer, dance, student government, National Honors Society…..and many other things that made her college applications become an admission counselor's dream.

But there was also a part of her, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it, that was fascinated by the raging parties her peers would hold, with never-ending alcohol and bad decisions. Since she was quite popular, she had no trouble securing an "invite" to said parties (though with her friend Ino, it was more like she was forced to go), and she tried to attend at least one every other week.

Normally, her routine at every party was simple: say hi to Naruto (who was usually the host), meet up with Ino, accept a drink from Ino, find an attractive boy, drink enough alcohol to talk to said boy without getting self-conscious, and then (hopefully) kiss him a little before she eventually left for her own house.

It was through that very routine that she met Sasuke Uchiha.

She had heard about him before, but since he went to the rival school on the other side of town (Sound High School), she had never met him in person. Naruto talked about him a lot, saying something about how that boy "had the best drugs in the whole state." (Though Sakura personally did not partake in Naruto's nasty habit, she didn't scold him very often for it either)

According to Ino (her best friend), the boy was "hot, dangerous, and the biggest asshole you'll ever meet"…but Sakura assumed that her account was probably swayed due to the fact that Ino had been flat-out rejected by that boy. (At least Ino was dating Shikamaru now) According to Kiba, he was a "prick", and according to Neji, he was someone that "you shouldn't ever go looking for unless you want trouble."

Which made the occasion of meeting the infamous Sasuke Uchiha all the more exhilarating.

She had been quite tipsy at the time, collapsing onto Naruto's plush leather couch to stop the room from spinning. Four shots of tequila rushed through her system, and school was out for the summer, so she could stay all night at the party, eventually sleeping off her drunken haze while lying on the same soft couch that she was now occupying.

Except…she then noticed that her back was definitely not resting on the cool leather. Instead she felt warmth, which quickly began to move from underneath her.

"Hey, could you get off?" a gruff voice asked, and she could feel his chest vibrate with his words. She opened her eyes immediately, only to make eye contact with a boy who encapsulated everything she found attractive in a boy. (Messy dark hair, pale skin, hard muscles, smoldering eyes…) Her head was lying on his lap, and they were the only ones on the couch as the rest of their peers were dancing along to the aggressive music pounding through the speakers.

And she noticed that those smoldering eyes of his were definitely reddened.

Oh. He's high. That's probably why he hasn't pushed me off yet.

"Who are you?" she asked simply, cheeks flushed from both alcohol and the close proximity.

"You don't know who I am?" he replied slowly due to his drugged haze.

"Well otherwise I wouldn't ask," she frowned, though the usual bite of her words was softened.

"Sasuke."

Her eyes widened considerably, remembering all the warnings she had heard about the boy, and moved to sit upright. Unfortunately, in her alcohol-inhibited state, she miscalculated the distance required, and instead of getting off, her head slammed into his, making them both groan in pain.

"What the fuck-?" he growled, giving her a glare.

"You shouldn't have been leaning over!" Sakura scolded, rubbing her forehead, which had hit his cheek. At that moment, they realized how their faces had not moved, and how their lips were centimeters apart.

She could smell his musky cologne, accentuated by the slight scent of smoke.

He could smell her sweet skin, accentuated by the sharp smell of alcohol.

"Do you want me to get us something to drink?" he suddenly asked, eyes not leaving hers. Her cheeks burned, and she had to fight the urge to let loose a nervous giggle.

"That sounds great."

"I'll be back in a minute."

And true to his word, he had been back in (less than) a minute, holding plastic cups full of undiluted whiskey that Sakura had to choke down and pretend she liked, all in attempts of impressing the attractive boy.

Nevertheless, in the end it didn't matter if he was impressed by her whiskey-chugging ability, because they ended up stumbling through the house to find an empty room, eventually finding a small bathroom to crash into.

He lifted her onto the sink counter, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist as their mouths met in a tangled, drunken frenzy, nipping and licking and trying to take in as much as each other as possible. He soon moved onto her neck, which he covered in sloppy kisses as she mewled along to his ministrations.

Somehow in this struggle, they both lost their clothing, leaving them absolutely naked and absolutely not caring about any and all consequences from hooking up with a stranger.

And with her absolute approval, they did it right then and there, enjoying each other's bodies as long as possible before they had to put their clothes back on and collapse asleep on the same couch that they met on.

The next day, Sakura was the second one in the room to wake up, the first being Naruto, who was frantically trying to help clean up. She immediately began to help him, still giddy from last night's activities, which was enough to dissipate the hangover she would usually have at that point.

She was so giddy that she didn't hear Sasuke's phone ring downstairs…didn't hear him swear profusely…didn't hear him pack up his things as quickly as possible and sprint outside of the house without saying goodbye to everyone else.

Something crossed Sakura's dazed thoughts.

"Hey Naruto, what was this party for? Did you say it was a goodbye party?"

"Yeah," he said absentmindedly. "It was for Sasuke. He has to leave today for the fucking armed services. Can you believe his dad made him join the army right after he graduated?"

Her heart stopped and hopes sank.

I mean, I guess that last night didn't mean anything she thought bitterly.

"I threw this party in hopes that he would have fun for his last hours of freedom! He can be so boring sometimes, can you believe that guy is a virgin?"

Despite her now soured mood, she smiled a little to herself.

Shit, I don't think I ever told him my name.

Years had passed without ever really thinking about that one night: she had finished high school, graduated college two years early, started medical school, and graduated from there a year early as well.

She was 23, talented and in the prime of her life.

In medical school, she had met her now-boyfriend, Shi, and she had just moved into his apartment in the heart of the city of Iwa. He worked at the hospital as a Radiologist, and now all she had to do to make their lives perfect was to land the job as both a Surgeon and the Intensive-care specialist.

Thus, that is why she sat in the waiting room of the Hospital Managers office, dressed in a long-sleeved white button down tucked into a tight black pencil skirt, black stilettos completing her "intelligent working woman who wasn't afraid of anything" outfit. (Shi had told her in a not-so-subtle way this morning that it was a big turn on to see her being so ambitious)

A dowdy older woman came up to her, giving her a tired smile.

"The Hospital Director will see you now," she said simply. "And I'm not sure if you know already, but his job is the business part of the building, not the medical, so I suggest not to go too into detail about your specialties."

Sakura nodded.

"You pretty much have the job already, he just needs to finalize it."

She nodded again, being led to the imposing-looking mahogany door separating her from the most important interview of her life. And as he walked in, closed the door, and turned to face the Hospital Director, she nearly had a heart attack.

(At least if she went into shock, she was already in the hospital)

"Hello, Miss Sakura Haruno," the man said in a matured, silky voice she knew all too well. He was writing something on a piece of paper before him, most likely her impressive resume. "You may sit."

Just to make sure, she looked intently at his desk to see his name.

Sasuke Uchiha.

Fuck.

It was only a matter of seconds before he looked up, gazing at her for the briefest moments before his dark eyes widened in surprise.

"You-"

"Um, hello," Sakura said awkwardly, though she was too busy taking in the muscled form accentuated by his well-fitting suit. His hair was still as messy as she remembered, though neither of them was drunk and neither of them was breathing at the moment.

"You're Sakura Haruno?" he said, pausing for a second. "The one who-"

"Y-Yes, I guess so," she stammered out, cheeks flushing rather attractively. "Though you left before I could say anything."

Shit. That came out more embittered than she had meant it to.

"I didn't have a choice," he frowned. "And once I got back a few years later, Naruto wouldn't tell me anything about you, not even your name."

"Naruto had a crush on me when we…uh…," she answered awkwardly, brushing a stray hair out of her face. "So when he found out, he wasn't exactly happy with you."

"That would explain why he hasn't talked to me in 4 years."

She looked down. "Does this mean I won't get the job?"

He sighed. "You're the most qualified person that's come into this office for a long time, so to ignore your application just because we hooked up when we were 17 would be stupid."

She smiled. "Thank you so much. This job is very important to me."

He smiled for a second, meeting her happy look. "Would you like to have coffee sometime?"

She hesitated. Dozens of excuses ran through her mind at once. This is your new boss, you have Shi, you two just met again, you're only attracted to his looks, you can't do this to yourself.

"Yeah, that sounds great," she said softly before collecting her bag, smoothing out her skirt, and going towards the door. (With her back turned, she couldn't see a very pleased Uchiha roaming his eyes on the body that long ago he had marked as his)

"Was it your first time?" he asked suddenly, surprising himself. She stopped in her tracks and didn't face him.

"Yes," she whispered, before a rush of confidence surged through her, prompting her to turn her head around and give him a teasing smirk. "But I heard that it was your first time as well."

With that, she left the room, leaving Sasuke with thousands of thoughts racing through his mind, most of them involving Sakura wearing nothing but those seductive black heels of hers.

WOW I ENDED THAT WITHOUT A KISS OR SEX.

I really liked this story (you can probably tell, because I wrote about 50% more than I usually do with oneshots), and I kinda want to continue it, but I don't know…ugh.