The following chapter has been rated M for suggestive themes, sexuality, language, and mild alcohol usage.
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Theme ( 011 ) : Lascivious
: alcarazpaaants

. 挑発的 .

All she suggested was a little alcohol. That's all. I never thought it would lead to anything else but a little loosening up, and a few deep, meaningful chats within the own confinements of my apartment.

Why would I even have alcohol at my apartment? That's exactly my first point.

I didn't.

I had nothing more than a few groceries, a basket of weekly veggies Kakashi-sensei would leave by my window, some cartons of milk, and more importantly, my life supply of ramen.

Why the hell would I ever have alcohol, or sake, or any sort of liquor stashed away in the fridge or the back of my cupboards? I hardly ever drank any if it wasn't with Sakura-chan.

And this was exactly the reason why. And this was exactly why it never turned out as well as I would hope.

Sakura-chan just come by during the night, and brought a little basket of sake Baa-chan had willingly given her as a monthly gift ( easily, I could tell where Sakura-chan had even begun with this little habit ). She then told me she felt like sharing it. Well, what the hell, I thought. Why not? It wasn't like I had and morals against drinking in my own apartment, especially not when I didn't have any assigned missions or duties the following day after.

All went as I had imagined at first. Sakura-chan wasn't a light drinker either, probably some side training from Baa-chan too, and she was just talking the night away as we sat comfortably on those old creaking chairs I barely ever used.

It was fun.

But after I realized that Baa-chan had handed off more than just a day's worth of sake, and that we were nearly done with half, I begun to grow a little worried.

The world seemed as peachy as it could get, and Sakura-chan suddenly seemed more than just beautiful. But I ignored it, just 'cause I could still think straight, and just 'cause Sakura-chan was still sober.

But three-fourths into the sake, that was when things went wrong.

And the worst part was, I didn't know how it had all even begun.

All I remember was:

"Sakura-chan."

"Hm."

"What are you doing . . ."

Sakura-chan pressing me against the counter, her body much too close in contact with my own. I remember how, how should I say—aroused I had suddenly become, and everything around me grew hot, and my eyes opened only mid-way. And I just stood there, allowing Sakura-chan to gaze up at me, blinking blearily as I held my breath.

"I dunno. My body's doing it . . ."

"Well—"I wince at her sudden pressing into my groin with a buck of her hips. "I don't know what to . . ."

"Mmm . . . feels good, doesn't it?"

"A-ah—yeah," I lean back my head, feeling her breath linger over my neck, her body coming into closer contact with my own.

And it was almost frightening how our bodies responded so, automatically. My own kept me paralyzed, and hers just, just worked its motives.

"Mmm," I feel her exhale, blowing me into pieces when her warmed breath drifts over me. "You have a nice scent."

I can feel myself grow weary, almost anxious for more. I want more, but I don't want to take advantage of her. I know we are not sober enough to know what is going on. And I know Sakura-chan is somehow much more sober than I am. But somehow, everything is just happening on its own, and I wouldn't have ever expected such a thing from Sakura-chan and I.

I look down at her, engulfing jade irises into my drunken gaze. She stares at my collarbone, then lifts her head slowly to look at me. Her hips grind, and I wince, fighting back a groan.

"Sakura-chan . . ." I take hold of my senses. "Is this really okay?"

She smiles to herself, kissing the corner of my jaw, exhaling and going back down to my collar. I am under her hold now. I can tell.

"Mmm, I dunno. But let's not worry about that right now. Okay?"

She whispers into my skin, and I feel a nibble at my bone, and suddenly, my arms find themselves on Sakura-chan's rear, and she purrs out a slight moan as I run my hands down more skillfully than I would have thought.

Then things really started to get to me. All 'cause I didn't know where it was all leading, and all 'cause I had never ever thought of Sakura-chan in such vulgar way before.

And I didn't want to.

"Are you sure it doesn't matter?" I barely breathe out, lowering my head to face her inebriated eyes.

"Yes." Her eyes flutter, and her hand brings my own over her chest. "There's nothing to worry about."

Her hips thrust at me in a different manner, taking hold of me and a wave of ecstasy above my spine and into my own hammering chest. I can no longer fight back a pleasured groan, and my hand suddenly grabs at her breast, kneading at the flesh and she breathes heavily.

Then things became more . . .

"Hngh!" I hold back a sudden urge, feeling Sakura-chan's hands linger, her head lowering. "S-sakura-chan—what're you—!"

"Feel good?"

"Ha~ah," I can feel myself grabbing hold of her tighter, much more sexually, arching my head back in sudden pleasure. "N-no—Ah!—hngh—!"

"No?"

I feel her grips grow tighter, and a sudden shudder of warm moisture traveling, wandering.

"A-ah, yes!" At this point, I had grown anxious of what was to come next. "It does—ah!"

All seemed like just a lascivious image from my subconscious.

And man.

It felt all too good.

. 挑発的 .

Author's Note : As you may be able to tell, I love me some smut. I love writing foreplay, all cos' it's so damn sexy. I've never written some NaruSaku before though, and must I say, I enjoyed writing this. Poor Naruto is losing some dominance and control. Good job, Sakura-chan ~ Heh. A little insight on the matured drabbles on my part to come, my lovelies.

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