Straw Saga 10

Did I Forget To Turn My Ex Off?

Sasuke was angry. Beyond angry really. Livid. Seething.

He was so infuriated that he couldn't even be bothered to be embarrassed by the spectacle he was creating. He had Sakura by the elbow, leading/dragging her down the street like a naughty child and she was in full on hysterics. People were giving them bewildered looks but Sasuke ignored them in favor of plowing on a head. Sakura lived four blocks away, and it would take almost twenty minutes to get there and back if he was going his fastest and not wasting time, which clearly wasn't happening right now.

Hinata was already supposed to be at his apartment. She could show up any second and he had left her in the hands of Naruto. Fucking, Naruto of all people. All because exhausted Sakura felt like it was a good time to hash out old shit.

"Thank you for walking me home." She was sniffling, trying to wipe her tears away while unlocking her apartment door.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, arms cross. "Just go to bed."

He turned, ready to try and hurry back to his apartment as quickly as possible, but Sakura grabbed onto his hand.

"Will you just come in for a second?" She was doing her stupid pouty thing, widening her red bloodshot eyes.

Sasuke suffered down a growl of annoyance. "I don't have time."

Her lip quivered. Eyes shifting. She grabbed his jacket with both fists and slammed her lips into his. They were familiar, as everything about Sakura was. They were hard and persistent, and needy, but not a sexy kind of needy. A pathetic, overused kind of needy. He knew her kisses well. And they had no effect on him.

He turned his mouth, breaking the kiss. "Sakura!"

She took the opportunity to start kissing down his cheek, his jaw line, his neck.

His hands went to grab her arms, trying to yank her off him without bruising her. He had dealt with too many assault cases. Though clearly Sakura was the aggressor in this one. It wasn't until he could feel her suction cupping onto his neck that he actually tore her away from him.

She had the audacity to give him a… hickey?

"Fuck off!" He yelled, pushing her back.

"Sasuke please." She had tears coming again.

"Get a hold of yourself. Your acting pathetic." This time he had turned completely around and taken a few steps away from her door before she started again.

"I've been fucking Hatake!" She yelled.

Sasuke froze it drowning confusing. Kakashi's strange quip on Thanksgiving finally registering in his brain. Their old teachers aid? He knew, whether or not it was true, that Sakura was telling him to make him jealous. That's how they always got back together. They would break up, find another person to have sex with, the other person would find out and they would fight, have makeup sex and get back together. This annoyed him on a number of fronts. First, that she still thought he was playing their old run around. Second, that she thought that Hinata was just a filler to make her jealous. He didn't invest all the time and feelings into Hinata just to make his ex angry and her underline insinuation of his feelings was pissing him off. And lastly, that she thought he would fucking care that she was seeing someone else when he had explicitly told her multiple times that they weren't getting back together.

"Alright." Sasuke spoke after an awkward pause.

Her face was starting to heat with anger. It was not the adorable flush of embarrassment that he was coming to adore. Far, far from it.

"I've been fucking him since August!" She screamed, and Sasuke was sure that one of her neighbors was going to call the police. "Since before we broke up!"

That actually did make Sasuke angry. And also confused to the fact why Sakura would think that telling him she cheated would make him crawl back to her.

He wanted to shove her into her apartment and start breaking shit. How dare she? Have the goddamn audacity-

Sasuke stopped a foot away from her to register her smirk. He was a second away from dragging her into the apartment and start breaking things. But, that's exactly what she wanted. Wasn't it?

He wrinkled his nose at her, sneering in disgust before turning, yet again, to leave. "Let me know when you're done with… this." He couldn't have added more disgust in his voice if he tried.

Walking back into the street, letting the cold air hit his face, not realizing how heated he had gotten after Sakura's entire encounter. Taking a deep breath, getting his thoughts back together, focusing in.

Hinata.

She had to be at his apartment by now.

And he was four blocks away with a hickey. A fucking hickey of all things. He ran a hand down his face, groaning in frustration. This is not how he wanted his day to go. He was suppose to be eating pizza watching the stupid Christmas movie!

Trying to formulate a small plan as quickly as possible. He wasn't a genius like his brother or Shikamaru, but he wasn't a dipshit like Naruto or Choji either. He could pull this off. If he entered the house quickly and managed to change his shirt into an old turtle neck without her noticing, he could salvage the night.

His eyes narrowed in on the convenient store the block before his building. He needed to bring her some kind of apology offering. At least for his own conscious. Hinata needed a present.

Trying to remember if she had drank red or white wine at Drunk Spending, realizing that gin and shots might've made him forget some key details besides an amazing kiss, snuggly Hinata and her gorgeous behind. He was leaning more towards white, but being uncharacteristically unsure of himself, chose a $45 bottle of rosé.

When he entered his apartment, jacket zipped all the to his chin, holding the bottle of wine as distraction shield, he saw that Hinata and Naruto hadn't even noticed him.

They were both huddled over something on his countertop, standing close together and laughing a little.

"Oh yeah, he's definitely going to hate it." Naruto laughed.

Hinata gave a playful groan/giggle. "Too late."

"Now that you're done, will you pleeeeease play Call of Duty?" He asked.

Oh, hell no.

"I'm back." Sasuke announced through annoyance.

He could've snuck back to his bedroom and tried to change but they were looking too chummy to be allowed to continue. Not to mention that it would be weird if he randomly walked from the back of his apartment like he had been there the whole time.

Hinata spun around and gave him one of the sweetest smiles he had ever seen. Pouty lips pulled wide, straight white teeth, a dimple in one of her pink, round cheeks. She was beautiful. And he had let her wait for… what exactly?

"Hey. How was dropping that paper work off for work?" Naruto asked, awkward and forced.

Sasuke would've thought that the idiot would've learned some tact being a cop and all. But either way, he's grateful that he kept Hinata occupied and distracted. Sasuke ignored him anyways, in favor of the gorgeous dark haired women next to him.

"I have a surprise." She continued smiling.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, placing the bottle of rosé on the table before joining them on the counter.

"Do you hate it?" She bit her lip, fingers held close to her chest and twisting in anticipation.

"You… got me a tree?" Sasuke asked incredulously.

It was a miniature Christmas tree, that one might find in office buildings or their grandmothers house. It couldn't be more than a foot tall with multi color LED lights and glitter hanging balls. There was even a tiny gold star.

"Naruto and I voted you the Cheer-Meister." She blushed.

"Cheer-what?" Sasuke asked, trying to sound disinterested.

She gasped at him. "You've never even watched the Grinch?"

He rolls his eyes and forces himself away from her. He heads back to his room, slipping on a black turtleneck and thanking whatever god that helped him pull that off.

Sasuke tells Naruto to fuck off and he slinks back to his room, not before stealing a piece of pineapple pizza. The pizza itself is actually not cold yet and they sit in the kitchen eating and drinking the wine. He apologizes about making her wait and thanks her for the tree. She's just thankful for the movie.

Sasuke realizes early on into said movie, that he's going to hate it. It's ridiculous and so completely damn obvious, using every romantic comedy plot formula he's ever heard of. He's much more interest in Hinata and he can't help but notice that she looks beautiful in her sweater and leggings. She's also wearing knit socks and for some reason, not known to him, he finds it cute.

He might even be a little turned on.

Maybe he should stop with the wine.

But when Hinata looks over at him questioningly, he kisses her. She doesn't pull away, turning back to the movie. She's locked into the same kiss as him. When he pulls away slightly, not wanting to ruin her movie, her lips follow his, softly not allowing him to break it.

Not that he was trying that hard.

Sasuke slid his arm around Hinata's shoulder, pulling her closer to him. They had sat like this before, but it felt different this time. She seemed to think so too, looking up at him through thick lashes. The light of the television showing the pink of her cheeks.

A part of Sasuke wanted to just push her off the couch and fuck her on the floor, but he knew realistically that Hinata was not the type of girl who would appreciate it. At least, not yet anyway.

So instead, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, tentative, questioning. She kisses him back, softly as well, but lingering against him. She always seemed to kiss him like she was about to pull away, but drawing him with her. It was addicting.

After a few minutes of kissing, he wanted to do a little more. He wanted to grab her breasts, obviously. The last time he had a good glance at them was when they had carved pumpkins and he saw her in the tank top. They looked large and soft and even though she had kept them out of sight, she had not kept them out of mind. He also knew that he couldn't just reach over and frontally grope her like some senile old man or fumbling fifteen year old. Instead he let his his arm shift her body, turning her to face him, hands going to her hips.

She complied easily, continuing to kiss him. Her hands coming up to grasp onto his shirt. Sasuke took that as a good sign, hands tightening around her hips, gripping her tight and easing her back. She molded with him. His hands, coming up hard, tight on her sides, feeling the slope of her hips, dip of her stomach, the widening of her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm and was begging to be touched.

After kissing her, letting her adjust to the fact that they're just making out now. Giving her time to push him off, but desperately hoping she doesn't. After he's sure that she's comfortable, one hand is snaking up to cop a feel . That is always slow, not wanting her to feel out of control of the situation. Her hands though, are gripping his shoulders, and she's still kissing his back with just as much enthusiasm as himself.

When he does get his hands on one, they're large and soft and she arched her back into him, making a soft sound of pleasure and Sasuke smiled into their kisses. One of her hands comes up to his hair, trailing soft fingers into his tresses. Her legs shift wider apart, trying to scoot closer to him, telling him she wants more.

Sasuke has to stop himself from shoving her onto the ground and must instead gently lead her there.

He's going to need more room than the couch has to offer.

She dropped back onto her elbows, chest pushed forward. He's in between her legs, hovering over her. His hand has abandoned her ample chest and is back on her hips, toying with the band of her leggings.

Waiting for her to say no. Almost expecting it.

Everything with her had been more effort than he originally anticipated or expected and now he cannot believe that she's such a willing participant.

But she is and he's able to slide his hand down the front of her leggings, toying with a cotton thong and realizing that's she's shaved.

If he wasn't hard before, he's rock hard now.

She feels warm, wet, tight and like velvet. Two fingers slide in, Sasuke forgetting that maybe he should've done one at a time but pushes on anyways. They curl into her, expertly and she gasps in return. Her face really did look completely shocked by the sound that's come out of her mouth and Sasuke can't help but let his ego swell to catastrophic proportions. Her hands are now on his arms and for a fearful second he thinks she's going to push him away. She does about the exact opposite and latches on, keeping him in place.

He hasn't even touched her clit yet. But he does, wetting his thumb with herself and going up to tentatively play with her jewel. He is rewarded with a muffled gasp and she bites down on her bottom lip. It looks hard and juicy and Sasuke is about an inch from her face, watching her cloud with pleasure. He could kiss her, but miss out on the show? Unlikely.

When she does climax, her stomach tightens and her mouth opens. Sasuke is both afraid and eagerly anticipating a scream but instead she gives a quiet, light gasp, almost a high pitched whine at the back of her throat and it's one of the sexiest sounds Sasuke has ever heard. Her hands have clamped down on his arms, just as her downstairs is clamped on his fingers and his mouth is hovering over hers, just sharing her breath in beautiful silence for a moment.

Sasuke paused, finally and reluctantly taking his hand from the front of her leggings and letting them come back to rest on her hips. She's still breathing labored, lips swollen from the kissing and biting and he wants to kiss her again. Her eyes, wide and vulnerable and just, staring at him. They're so open and inviting he feels like he doesn't deserve it.

There's a click down the hall, hearing Naruto open his door has Sasuke separating from her and yanking her into a sitting position on the floor, putting her sweater back down by the time he joins them.

"Damn, it's so quiet. I thought you guys were fucking." Naruto muttered, grabbing one of the leftover pieces of pizza.

Hinata's eyes went wide, face red and she made a soft, quiet noise, but like she was choking on something.

"You came out because you thought we were having sex?" Sasuke snapped, still all too annoyed for getting interrupted on what could have been.

Naruto stopped watching staring at the TV, suddenly realizing what he had said. His cheeks were turning pink. "What?" He asked stupidly.

Sasuke wanted to physically choke him.

"Anyways," Naruto laughed. "So what's happened so far."

Hinata squeaked. "What?"

Naruto just laughs and grabs a piece of pizza, leaning on the wall from the kitchen to watch the movie with them.

Sasuke looks over at Hinata who had been eyeing him playfully (after getting over her embarrassment from Naruto), her face flushed from their previous activities. She biting her lower lip and it's doing nothing for the painful hardon he's trying to ignore. Her eyes, he can't even hardly -

"Are you guys going to watch the movie or are just stare at each other." Naruto jibes.

Sneering, because holy fuck her eyes are ethereal and he wants to gaze a bit, damn okay? He craned his neck over to just shook him a lazy glare. The glare of, why the fuck are you even here you blonde fucking idiot. He's about the voice the thoughts as well when Hinata makes a weird noise next to him.

A weird, gasping type noise. Like she's just bit by a spider or watching a scary movie. By the time his eyes make it back onto her, her entire demeanor has shifted.

She's recoiled like he's about to hit her. Her eyes are darting around, not settling anywhere on him. Her mouth is opening and closing, like a goldfish, words caught in her throat.

Finally, she pulls herself together, standing up off the floor abruptly. "I have to go." She announces, unceremoniously.

Sasuke stomach is clenching and dropping out of his ass at the same time. His jaw is hard and he's only able to watch her run away from him, out of his apartment after he's fucked up, for the second time.

"What?" Naruto asks instead, completely out of the loop.

Hinata is already shoving her knit socks into the winter boots and not even putting her jacket on. She just hangs it over her arm.

"Yeah, yeah. S-sorry." She's reaching for the door. "I-I think I left my straightener on and - and I don't wanna burn the apartment down. So bye!"

She shuts the door behind her before she even finishes the 'bye'.

Sasuke rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling slightly and trying to muffle a scream.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Naruto asks.

Sasuke doesn't answer but he knows. He knows.

She saw it.