Author's Notes:
NAUGHTY. (shakes head). Sometimes even too much for me. Haha, anyways, this chapter was long... so bear with me please!!! Took me quite a while to finish it. After this, they'll finally be starting the missions. :))
Okay now, hang on tight ladies and gents. Enjoy the ride!
(KYAA!!!)
CHAPTER 25: LURE ME
"Brought you something."
Kakashi dropped the small fruit basket between the ANBU captain's legs before proceeding to slouch into the visitor's chair beside the hospital bed.
He cringed slightly as the gauze taped to his shoulder brushed into the wound, but he gave the commander buried under the thin white sheet an unminding smile, regardless.
Keska roughly pulled off his plastic oxygen mask and lowered his head to scrutinize the contents of the present in front of him.
His eyes rolled drolly when he saw what constituted the get-well-soon package and he gave his jounin friend a sarcastic smile.
"As much as I want to stuff myself with this whole basket… I'm allergic to mangoes. And you know it, copy-boy."
The jounin only shrugged and before the brown-haired man could even think of objecting, Kakashi's hand had already reached out, plucking one large yellow fruit out of the basket.
"Mm…" he appeared to ponder innocently, before his one visible eye jerked as if he remembered something important.
"Oh, yes, the bloated face and swelling tongue…"
"Seems to have slipped my mind." The jounin drawled, giving the man a bored look.
The captain mock-laughed as he pressed back into the pillows, watching his old teammate casually retract a shuriken from one vest pocket before carefully slicing the sharp tip into the fragrant fruit.
"Ah well." The listless jounin sighed before reclining comfortably back into the chair, one hand reaching up to his face to pull down his mask, sliding the stretched fabric down to the curves of his jaw.
The black mask settled just below his lower lip and Keska pushed out a childish frown as Kakashi raised one tempting silver eyebrow at him before finally taking a bite and lingering wickedly while chewing.
Keska's chocolate brown eyes narrowed when his old teammate dangled the fruit in front of his face in approval.
"… sweet." The wizened jounin commented after a brief pause of swallow.
"You're an Ass-hole." The brown-haired commander slowly dragged out in response, roughly pushing the oxygen mask back up over his mouth before settling into the pillows with his arms folded over the back of his head, eyes defiantly closed. "You really haven't changed at all copy-boy."
Kakashi smiled at the muffled voice under the plastic oxygen support and he pushed one leg up into the footstool in front of his chair, reclining lazily into the foam cushions, as he resumed eating.
In the forest, the morning was cool with the stirrings of a gentle spring breeze, coupled with the sounds of birdsong and whining cicadas.
The boy stood over a stretch of field with the grass and flowers touching the heights of his ankles.
Small dandelions danced in the wind and he blew a strand of raven-hair away from his cheek as he looked at the breathless girl in front of him.
"Not enough." Sasuke said, keeping his eyes on her tight stance.
The girl's green eyes flashed and her fists clenched at her sides as she swung another leg out.
He blocked it solidly with a sideways arch of his arm and his stormy eyes glowered.
"Still not enough, Sakura."
"Hah!" She ignored him. Ducking low and punching out at his stomach before twisting around with a sweeping high kick she meant to connect with the side of his neck.
Sasuke avoided the fist to the stomach and barely flinched as his hand grabbed the kunoichi's ankle, stopping it inches away from his collar.
Her eyebrows drew together with the effort and she bit her lip in disappointment as he released her leg.
"You're not using the right gateway." Sasuke pointedly said.
"I am…" The intelligent girl moaned, giving up and slumping into the ground with exhaustion, knees folding out on either side of her red dress.
Sasuke stepped away, stuffing his hands into his shorts as he proceeded to stare down at the battered girl.
He knew she was trying, but Sakura just didn't seem to know when to focus and release her chakra.
It wasn't a lost cause because the kunoichi had excellent control for ninjutsu, it was the speed of the attack that rendered her hits useless.
Her tai-jutsu was horrible.
What with her not responding fast enough to his offensive moves and then not releasing enough energy to his defensive parries.
Normally, he wouldn't care.
But a part of him wanted her to become stronger because he saw how helpless she looked.
And Sasuke knew all too well what it was like to be weak. It angered him that the girl gave up too easily from her faults.
His obsidian eyes hardened as he looked down at her lowered head.
"Get up."
Sakura lifted her weary face to him and one arm dropped limply down into the grass as her form visibly crumbled.
"I'm tired." She sighed miserably.
"… Get up, Sakura." The boy firmly pushed.
The girl flinched at his tone and slowly made to stand, looking up at him now with despondent eyes as she spoke.
"The only reason I became genin was because I was with you."
"Hn." The boy snorted, turning his head to the side before walking further off.
"Don't patronize me."
"Well, what I meant to say was…"
Her voice trailed off distractedly as she snatched a kunai from the holster wrapped around her thigh.
"-Because I was with you and Naruto."
She proceeded then to crouch in a hesitant attack stance, gauging the distance between them.
He sent her a sharp, dark look from far away and bent his legs in position to counter her.
"Don't patronize me or that blonde idiot."
Suddenly the kunoichi threw the kunai at him, and Sasuke twisted his body towards the right, seeing the glint of steel shoot past his head.
Too predictable.
He focused at her as she ran forward a few feet, and then his head snapped in attention when she suddenly veered towards the right, closing in and knocking an elbow into his defensive forearm.
Sasuke pushed himself lower to lessen the impact of her arm on his, and Sakura took the chanced-opening that left his head vulnerable, flexibly swiping out a knee and aiming the back of her ankle right for the rookie's jaw.
He ducked sharply and Sakura felt the tops of his raven hair graze along her calves as the kick made a perfect roundhouse.
Still, she'd squarely hit nothing but air and as soon as she landed on both feet again, Sakura pushed out her arms, striking low for the next combination of moves.
Her hand almost touched the tip of his nose.
And she would have felt the satisfaction, if the tensai-rookie hadn't suddenly lunged into a double backflip and disappeared faster than she could blink.
Did he go left or was that a right?
Sakura moaned, realizing that her eyes hadn't even captured the direction of movement.
Horrible! Why do I even bother training?!
She looked around for a moment, heart pounding in her ears as she caught the rustling around the trees to her right.
It wasn't the wind.
Her feet planted lightly over the ground as she moved her body into guard position.
And her pink hair whipped out as she glanced sharply to the left, then the right.
She'd lost him.
And she needed to be prepared for an attack.
Without looking down, the kunoichi reflexively reached sideways into her holster for another metal weapon.
And then her stomach clenched with horrible panic when her fingers brushed at nothing but empty space.
"What-!" She pushed her face down only to find the bag of weapons gone and the bandage holding it, severed and dangling along her thigh.
Her eyes jerked up, astonished with the reappearance of his narrowed obsidian stare in front of her.
The sharp glint of a steel needle twisting out like a cigarette from between his mouth caught her attention.
It was hers.
"You just looked away from the opponent." Sasuke mused in a low voice.
The cold metal of her ninja stake pressed into his lower lip as he smirked, and then he slowly raised his hands in front of her face showing her the shurikens she recognized were also hers, wedged between each of his fingers.
How did he…
"Game over." Sasuke flatly stated.
And the girl cringed as he threw the weapons sharply at the ground.
Each star seemed to form a telepathic connection with the rookie's hands as they thunked one by one into the dirt in a clean horizontal line exactly one foot away from the tips of her sandals.
Her eyes widened even more when she noticed the distance between each shuriken.
A fair two inches of space between each weapon.
The thick needle between Sasuke's teeth reflected the light of the morning sun as he took the weapon from his mouth.
And then he looked at her, letting the needle drop limply from his fingers to the ground where it fell lost in a patch of grass.
"That's amazing…" Sakura said, eyes softening with admiration as she gazed at him.
"… That's tai-jutsu." The raven-haired boy muttered, turning away from her when he noticed the look on her face.
The smoldering greens of her eyes, lighter than garden grass, softer than emerald and deeper than sea water.
Oddly, it burned him, and he could feel the heat already consuming his face as one of her pale hands reached out for him.
He thought she would put a palm to his cheek, but instead her fingers lowered, grasping at his collar.
She was gently urging him forward with a light tug but he remained motionless, resisting her with a stubborn stare.
"Training." He reminded the girl in a firm voice.
But Sakura's smile was defiant, her mind resolute on having a taste of the boy she admired.
She reached out this time this with both her hands, gripping his blue collar and pulling him forward with a burst of surprising strength.
"Nn!- Sa-" The boy's shoulders lurched with the tug and his nose pushed into her face gracelessly.
"Idiot!" he bit out, holding back the urge to rub at the soreness as he sharply made to pull away.
Still, he heard the light giggle and felt the warmth against his skin, and her soft lips rose, finally finding his mouth.
"Sakura." He sharply objected, and his eyes fell shut in slight frustration, the name muffling against her teeth as she insistently proceeded to kiss him.
He was knocked a step back, feeling one sandal scratch against tree bark behind him.
And then her hands were trailing up his white shorts.
A groan trickled up his windpipe when Sakura finally slipped her palms under his shirt to the damp, warmth inside.
No, no, no.
He'd meant to bring her deeper into the forest.
But she'd insisted the clearing was perfect.
He didn't want random villagers from either earth or leaf to be venturing into the field expecting a bursting rainbow of flora and instead, seeing something almost wholly contradictory to the chasteness of what they'd imagined.
Last night it had seemed simple and easy, but once again his careful planning wasn't faring well against the overpowering kunoichi.
"We're standing in a meadow…" Sasuke choked in warning and he cringed as her hands stubbornly pushed up his ribs, gentle fingers dragging up along his flat nipples and then settling down into the curves of his hips as she sweetly smiled at him.
"Pretty isn't it?" she asked him, blinking in the slow lazy way that told him she was once again struck smitten.
"Pretty stupid if we did anything here. People come to pick flowers, Sakura." His voice was sharp as he narrowed his eyes at her.
But his onyx glare eased into an almost faltering scowl when Sakura's finger slowly started to draw whispy patterns in and around his navel.
The coils pressed tight under his skin, his nerves straining to feel the hypnotic movement until he twisted away with a low, irritated sound because one of Sakura's hands had started to press to his shorts.
She proceeded to lightly tease the straining heat, running her hand along him until his breath wedged and the Uchiha somehow began internally cursing the offensive material of his shorts.
And then the weight of her lips pushed both of them back against a tree, the rough bark cutting dully into Sasuke's back and snatching at the sharp locks of his jet-black hair.
"Damn it, Sakura." He tore out in a harsh whisper, hating himself for not wanting to stop her. Recoiling from her touch but straining when she left him.
Finally, they sank to the ground near the edge of the clearing, right behind a small hill of honey clovers with purple blooms.
Sakura was only inches away, considering the raven-haired boy with teasing eyes when a yellow butterfly suddenly brushed past his nose, flitting around for a moment before finally landing gracefully on his cheek.
He fixed her with a dead stare as she laughed and her hand reached up to gently brush the insect away.
It fluttered off. And one of his pale hands wrapped around her wrist, tugging her down towards him.
Their mouths touched and breathed the warm air within proximity — her fingers dancing along his skin and his hand lifting to the opening of her dress.
And then the heat began to escalade, their tongues sucking and caressing while the sweet smell of mossy grass filled their lungs.
Her hands slid higher along the planes of his stomach, snatching the fabric of his shirt up until it gathered around his chest and Sasuke was recoiling into the grass.
The pads of her fingers skimmed along the solid paleness of skin. Up and down, as if she wanted to memorize the way he felt.
"Shall I suggest other places for you to pet?" He asked with a sarcastic twist of his mouth.
"I'm sorry… I can't help it… you're just so-" The girl struggled before growing silent.
In her vulnerable position, Sasuke took the opportunity to slide the zipper of her dress down, somehow enjoying the way her face seemed to redden more and more as the gape of the fabric opened wider.
She still didn't look comfortable revealing herself, he realized.
Starting things off eagerly, surprising him with her boldness and suddenly withdrawing in her shyness.
It was just as confusing as his own reactions towards her.
Then she was surprising him again, her hands reaching towards his white shorts.
And this time Sasuke settled back, allowing her to undo his zipper.
The kunoichi blushed even more profusely at the sight of his boxers and the bump straining underneath.
It wasn't a joke at all.
He was aching too badly already.
Impatiently, his hand snatched hers, and almost too quickly he had pushed her fingers past the opening and over his stiff warmth.
Sakura's eyes widened and he expelled a sharp breath.
Partially to release pent-up frustration, but also because of the delicious heat of her hand pressed against him.
"Hn. Too slow." he turned his narrowed eyes at her.
"And I thought it was just your tai-jutsu that was the problem."
"But I like to take my time." She answered, trying hard to look upset and failing miserably because her mouth was playing up at the corners.
"Tease." He murmured darkly, reaching up to the exposed skin of her stomach and up the bandages tied around her breasts.
"You should know." Sakura provided honestly with a grin.
The upper half of the kunoichi's dress was now unfurled, curling graciously along her waists, her slender body pressed against him so her lips could meet his.
Underneath her, Sasuke was struggling. Taking in slow breath as her fingers pleasured him.
And then the inevitable occurred.
"Igara, don't jump over the logs, you'll fall!"
The kunoichi's startled eyes widened and Sasuke's mouth froze midway to her neck.
The sound of footsteps, rapid and light, scrambling over grass and rocks greeted their ears.
A child's voice, shrieking with laughter, echoed into the field and the kunoichi's heart leapt into her throat.
"Oh god…" Sakura whispered frantically, not daring to move against him.
A slight shift against the small molehill in front of them and bad timing if the person happened to be looking in just the right direction… it was inevitable they'd get caught.
Not like this! Sakura panicked, My dress!... Sasuke-kun's shorts…
"OKasa-kaasa! Look! Look!!!"
The kunoichi's breath caught.
The voice was so close.
Oh god it was only a child.
She pushed her chin up at Sasuke, eyes filled with terror and embarrassment.
To her surprise, the boy gave her a composed frown and pushed up on one elbow.
"Sasuke-kun!" she whispered in alarm.
His calm obsidian gaze looked at her and the girl briefly wondered how he managed to stay so subdued.
"Henge." He said in a low voice.
The girl kunoichi gave him an incredulous look.
"What?"
"Transformation art. We're genin, Sakura." He saw the flustered look on her face and couldn't help giving her a smirk.
Before she could say anything else, he'd closed his eyes and formed the transformation seal with his fingers.
"Henge."
The discreet smoke and wind swirled around her and the girl blinked as the shape she was leaning on shifted.
Suddenly she found her fingers clutching at the softness of fur.
Something furry, black and big had started moving underneath her.
Yellow eyes looked up from behind the slight puffs of smoke and the dog who only moments ago was Sasuke-kun, lolled a large pink tongue out at her as if to tease.
He nudged away from her arms and kept low, skirting the grass, crouching into the ground a few feet away with his tail curling alongside his legs.
The triangular bat ears above his head perked and his large black muzzle turned to her patiently, in wait.
So Sakura closed her eyes, and recalled all she learned in Iruka-sensei's class, hoping fervently that her mind and body wouldn't fail her now.
Oh kages, onegai!
"Henge." She whispered, eyebrows drawing together in nervousness and concentration.
And then she felt the change, opening her eyes inches lower from the ground with a peculiar sense of imbalance tingling along her limbs.
The smoke cleared and the sight of her paws greeted her, covered in tawny yellow fur.
She raised her equally fluffy head in happy succession and the black dog gestured with a dark nod, taking off into the thickets of trees beyond the meadow.
"Igara?" the female voice was calling again, "Oi, Iga-ra! Don't stray off too far!"
Sakura turned just in time to see a small child run towards the middle of the meadow, his mother tailing close behind in her simple, brown robe.
The boy's eyes lit up as he spotted Sakura hovering at the edge of the clearing, and his small stubby fingers rose as if to reach out to her before he sqealed delightedly.
"Yellow doggie, kasa, look!"
The girl quickly turned around and trotted into the forest, barely sparing them another glance.
She didn't know how long they'd been running.
The trees loomed in a combination of high and low, and a burst of thick gnarles had started to erupt over her head.
Soon the terrain changed and roots reached up in bent angles, logs twisted into odd, large shapes and streams started appearing.
But the large, powerful, black beast in front of her wasn't showing signs of slowing and Sakura followed his shadow incessantly, the way she always had in the past, and the way she still did now, never tiring as long as she could catch up to him.
The rocks and pebbles littered the grounds and Sakura felt her paws strike at both painful and comforting forest floor.
But her brown eyes looked ahead, seeing the object of her affection skirt up a slanted tree stump and over a log suspended in orchid vines.
She ducked, ears flattening against her head as bushes narrowed in on her and swept out to brush at her yellow tawn.
And then she was in front of the log Sasuke had leapt over.
Instead of going over it, she pressed her body low, crouching into the dirt, pushing herself out from underneath and emerging gingerly into what she saw was a small clearing with a trickling stream gushing across both sides.
We're lost. the kunoichi thought, brown eyes glancing around at the many narras and bamboo surrounding the area.
Suddenly Sakura had been knocked down in a collision.
The wind rushed out of her from the force and she let out a short yelp, toppling, until the dirt was above her head and the tops of trees and blue sky was beneath.
Sakura knew then.
She was on her back.
With the black dog breathing heavily atop her, his dark limbs extending out on either side of her smaller body.
For a moment the girl forgot she was in henge, and she admired the way Sasuke could easily have passed as another wolf living within the area.
His black coat fell untamed, twisting wild along the tips, and his eyes glowered - magnetic and unfathomable, a startling yellow that was leaning towards copper flooding into a coffee black center as round as a full moon.
The thought stopped, because Sasuke's muzzle was lowering and Sakura could only watch, mute because of her lack of capable vocal cords or the right mouth to speak.
What was he…
A pink tongue slipped out from his furry black snout… licking once, slow and warm against the side of her face. And the yellow dog froze, paws suspended close to her furry chest at the surprising tenderness of it. The sensuality.
Her doggy heartbeat quickened as she looked up at his piercing yellow eyes.
Sasuke-kun…
She blinked once. But when her eyes opened, she was looking into a cloud of dissipating smoke which was as easily already clearing away into nothing.
The black paws on either side of her were gone, replaced now with the smooth paleness of Sasuke's lean arms planted firmly at her sides.
She turned her face up, snatching a breath when she met his obsidian eyes.
And then her gaze lowered, settling on Sasuke's white shorts.
Still unzipped, and now hanging precariously low on his hips.
The sight made her stomach tighten.
"Like being a dog, usuratonkachi?"
His lips curled into something more tender than his usual defiant smirk.
And then a hand reached out to her fur, pressing deliberately low near her hind legs before playing along the arches of her pale stomach.
His hand dragged higher. Finally pressing to where a human chest should have been.
"You know I don't like to wait." He whispered, eyes glinting with something Sakura could have related to hunger.
So she focused on the jutsu, shutting her dog eyes and willing her normal self back.
The smoke hadn't even cleared when his lips were already on hers, moving with a need he wanted to fill. His palm hadn't moved from where he placed them earlier and now her hindered breasts rose to fill his hand.
Sasuke lunged at her with a painfully hot tongue, kissing until she didn't know where the ground or the sky was anymore.
And then his mouth eased out, careful and slow as his hands started to part her dress.
The white bandages underneath the folds greeted him, and the boy finally gave the dazed girl an evenly-controlled look.
"Unwrap this right now or I just might rip it off." He threatened in a low voice.
She gave him a look that seemed to hold the makings of a grin and the kunoichi sat up, reaching behind to unwind the bandages.
Sasuke watched the gauze unravel from her skin, barely enjoying what he felt was a slow tease she was purposely doing for him.
The thin strip fluttered to the ground. And then she was seated in all her nakedness, mutely blinking at him with something like anxiety, desire and fear embalmed into a single look.
His insides roared and soon Sasuke had knocked her back into the mossy ground, hands reaching up to cup at her chest, mouth dragging over the flushed stretch of neck.
The first sound that came from her was a soft moan… when he had slipped his hand down to touch between her legs.
And then he was tugging at her pine green shorts, pulling both that and the underwear down over her legs, in one impatient move.
"Sasuke-kun-" she breathlessly gasped, and the girl watched him pull away from her just as abruptly.
Her legs fell shut on instinct when he looked back.
"We're gonna try something new." He darkly murmured.
And then the boy reached out, dipping his hands into the cool water of the narrow stream gushing beside them.
"Something… new?"
The muscles underneath her stomach tightened as she repeated his words and after a moment, Sakura gave him an anxious glance.
He held one hand up and she watched the crystal droplets drip from his fingers before his eyes flashed heatedly.
"Spread your legs, Sakura."
She didn't know why she was suddenly trembling as he came to her. But she slid open for him anyway, trusting the boy as he lowered his hands between her legs.
"Nn-" she jerked as the stunning coldness of his damp fingers settled into her warm center. And she couldn't help biting her lip when the boy eased into the familiar, delicious sweeps of motion, calling the pleasure from her middle almost immediately.
Stroking slowly and then faster, lightly and then more insistently.
Somehow he already read her too well.
Something about the way he touched her was different, and as Sakura focused on his face, she saw the certainty, heat and concentration planted into his sharp features.
Sasuke looked completely in control.
The way he always wanted to be.
And now, it was as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
The first stirrings came and she jerked forward with a gasp.
Just as swiftly, he covered her mouth, cutting the rest of her breath short in her throat.
And then he'd pulled away with nothing but a breath of sound.
"Sakura"
The tone was almost apologetic.
And then she felt it.
The peculiar shift of his finger.
And the push.
It had barely registered when she jolted back with a bitten whimper - head arching into the ground beneath at the unexpected invasion. The pain burned even if there was a small heated pleasure underneath.
"What are you doing?" she gasped against his mouth.
"Trying to make this easy. Now relax." the raven-haired boy ordered.
And the kunoichi would have done just that…
If Sasuke hadn't pushed another digit into her.
"Aa-!" she tore out with another sharp cry, clenching and buckling down at the burning stretch.
It was so very different. This time it really was painful.
Though underneath it, Sakura couldn't describe the feeling as anything else but being filled.
Her body still seemed torn, split apart by his fingers. And her hips tightened even as he carefully pushed deeper.
The breaths escaped distressingly; and the raven-haired boy's eyes travelled up to the heat spreading along her cheeks, up at the pained look in her sea-green irises.
"If you weren't so rigid, Sakura-"
"-You could have told me how much it would hurt." she bit out.
And then the burst of emotion came. Hating how she was so weak, upset that her eyes were starting to moisten against her wishes, the warmth, the pain, the moment. She'd been deduced to this. The boy she loved was making her cry.
She pulled one of his sleeves closer to her as a droplet trickled from the corner of one eye and Sasuke's obsidian gaze softened with apology, though he'd never be able to say it.
She forgot the pain for a brief moment when the Uchiha pressed close, tongue licking gently at the wetness on her cheek.
And then his fingers were moving, burying into her and withdrawing in a motion that was both peculiar and familiar at the same time.
The pain insisted stubbornly but the kunoichi remained pressed against him, managing to respond to the slow kisses he was giving her as a distraction.
Gradually, the burning sensation lessened into a dull pulse with each new stroke of his hand, and Sakura's grip loosened from his sleeve, finally letting go and lowering to the grass beside her.
"Better?" he calmly asked, forehead furrowed with a concern that somehow surprised her.
She barely managed a nod and her body slowly started to unclench as his fingers pushed deeper and drew out more, slowing down to an agonizing pace and then quickening a notch.
Something else was coming, she knew, as Sasuke pulled back and looked at her.
Wordlessly, the boy placed his other hand on her - stroking evenly where she strained to feel him.
And the sweetness she recognized came rushing back, intensifying when Sasuke started to match the movements with the plunging inside.
The twin assault caused her eyes to widen and then fall shut, a sharp breath wrenching from her lungs as her hips rose impulsively and her head twisted back, pink hair tumbling along the moss.
"Sasuke-kun-" She wrenched out, jerking from the waves of the dawning pleasure he was slowly provoking from her body, surprising even him with the sudden change of reaction.
This kind of sweetness was different. It reached all the way into her spine and melted deeply like curling fire into her stomach. More complete than any kind she'd ever felt by herself.
The pain and pleasure, the magnitude of both, it was enough to drive her to the brink of writhing desperation. And then before she could think, she had voiced the demand.
"Nnn- Sasuke-kun- I-…Deeper.. " Sakura urged with a suppressed sob.
"Deeper?" the boy mused with raised eyebrows, "You're tempting me to use more than my hand."
Yet he obliged, pushing gently into her until she was gasping and moaning her approval.
And in the process of his deeper stroking, he discovered with a curl of his fingers, the spot inside her that heightened the ecstasy even more.
"There!" the kunoichi bit out with a moan, "Just- right there."
He smiled secretively and lunged for it, watching the blush settle heatedly over her cheeks as she bit her lip, twisting underneath him.
The motions of his hands brought her closer and harder to completion.
"Ah-! Sasuke-kun…" she cried out, tossing her head up as he relentlessly plundered her with sure, even strokes. And with a hike of her breath and a sharp jerk of her body, she shattered, catching a glimpse of his clear, obsidian eyes before she twisted out with a strangled moan against him, burning incessantly, and then falling submersed in contentment.
Her head lowered as the delicious pulses subsided and the world came rushing back, together with the pounding of her heart in her ears, and the decline of her harsh breaths.
She said his name one last time, fervently, and he slowly withdrew his hands from her.
The soft material of his shirt pressed against her skin as he closed the distance between them and then he gave the kunoichi a kiss to the lips, so perfectly wholesome and chaste, it was simply ironic.
Sakura looked up at him breathlessly and the boy gave her another defiant tug of his mouth.
"Now, you owe me." He said, the fluidity of his low voice settling into the heated air around them as he pushed back.
"Oh no." the girl teasingly whispered with a lazy smile.
"-No?" Sasuke repeated, catching the last word and turning it against her.
Sakura drew a breath when he purposely pressed his palm back to her wetness and gave her a darkly suggestive look.
"You won't remember what that word means… after this."
Her stunned look lifted to his solid eyes and he almost glowered with satisfaction.
Being fairly exceptional in the art of physical combat was one thing.
But being able to master Sakura's body…
That was a skill he sought to flawlessly perfect.
"Aauuw, but Ne-ji!"
Ten-ten shoved her hands across her chest and gave the boy a hard glare.
Her stony-brown eyes matched with a pair of transluscent lilac ones and the boy frowned as he looked at her.
"I didn't promise you anything." The taller boy lightly said.
The girl gave him a sharp shove to the arm, which startled the Hyuuga surprisingly, and he shot her a threatening glare in warning.
But the reaction appeared milder than he intended because of the way the sunset reflected into his irises, warming across the outsides of his eyes and setting the center aglow.
"I don't care if you didn't promise! … That's not even the point!" The girl stuttered.
And the two round bobs laced with bright, red ribbon on her head bounced haughtily as she focused him with an even harder glare.
"You said OKAY."
"I only said that because you were being such a pain." Neji quietly interjected, closing his eyes indignantly and turning away with a frustrated wrinkle creasing along his forehead.
"Aah Ne-ji!" The girl whined, giving him an irritated glance before lifting her nose and turning to the girl beside her.
"Hinata-sama! Tell him." She begged, clutching the shoulder in the beige jacket.
The younger Hyuuga blinked at Ten-ten before glancing apprehensively at her cousin.
The expression on his face remained listlessly aloof, failing to shown the slightest signs of recognizing the continuation of their conversation.
"Anou…" the shy girl started, looking back at Ten-ten who was urging her with gentle sweeps of her hand.
"Today IS the last day they will be performing-"
"Hinata-sama." The boy shot her one of his trademark noble looks, "I don't care about going to some 'Iron Clasher' concert."
"It's 'Iron Clash Show-nins'" Ten-ten corrected him frustratingly.
"However it is they call themselves." The boy shot back in his frigid low voice.
Ten-ten had turned to him with a horrified, offended look. And Hinata pushed a palm close to her mouth as she glanced away, barely hearing the less than feminine way the other girl launched into a full-blown defense of her favorite band.
The Hyuuga Heiress' eyes settled over the ripples of the sea down below the road they were standing on, watching the orange rays ride along the waves and disappear into the shore.
Her eyes wandered towards the solitary shadow of a figure sitting slouched over the edge of the small, wooden dock extending from the shore and over the waters. And her transluscent whites lit up with the familiarity of the spikey tousseled hair, illuminated against the sun.
"-not typical rock-genre, right?? Besides-"
Ten-ten turned away, mustering the dignity to speak her next words while trying to ignore the boy's indifferent stare.
Hinata noticed the sudden silence, and she looked back at the girl beside her, as Ten-ten gave another pout and reached into the pocket of her dark shinobi pants.
"I already bought you a ticket, you-"
"What." Neji stated, giving her a squarely hard look.
"…You're a jerk if you don't come. And after I ripped two of my family scrolls because of your stupid Kaiten, I'm telling you-"
"-Anou…"
Both angry shinobi turned to look at Hinata. Neji with his arms crossed against his chest and Ten-ten with half a fist held up and her mouth still partially open.
At the attention, the girl immediately flushed and gave them a hesitant blink.
"Neji-nee san… You really don't have to bring me home."
"What are you talking about, it's my duty." The boy replied, annoyed at how both his companions managed to threaten his organized schedule for the night.
"Go with Ten-ten, please." Hinata boldly insisted, continuing with renewed effort as the other girl's eyes softened and her mouth flashed a warm smile.
"She paid for your ticket, and you did agree- and…"
The girl Hyuuga ducked her head to the side as a blush consumed her cheeks.
"I would like to stay her for a while."
Neji turned his head sideways, eyes slanted in irritation as he studied the heiress.
"Stay here, why." The boy's voice practically demanded despite its careless fluidity.
Hinata only lowered her head, before her restraint broke and she snuck a secretive glance at the boy still casually sitting on the wooden stretch above the water.
Ten-ten's eyes were quick to notice and before Neji could do anything else, she threw a firm grip around his arm and started walking, partially dragging the shocked Hyuuga away from his cousin.
"Hinata-sama will be fine! Let's go. We'll catch some dinner before the concert starts."
"Ten-ten!" Neji sharply tried to object.
But the girl hardly ever fell prey to his menacing nature or dangerously vehement voice, and she patted another hand on his shoulder with a sunny smile. "She's gonna be fine Ne-ji!"
"Hinata-sama… your father." The boy blurted out, trying to struggle, pulling away from his teammates grasp.
"I'll tell Oto-san you have late training." The girl murmured, her white eyes glowing with assurance.
"Ten-ten… stop pulling me."
Neji's teeth were clenched in an effort to control his exasperation and the brown-haired girl with golden-brown eyes turned to him with a careless, inappropriately bright smile.
"You'll like them… I know you listen to rock - even if you play those silly Japanese flute songs when you're meditating."
And the girl struggled to repress a giggle as she purposely drawled out, "Neji… kun…"
The boy gave her an annoyed glance, his nose slightly wrinkling.
"Stop it."
The eyebrows of the Hyuuga shot to the middle of his head, and he closed his eyes as he finally gave in with a despondent sigh, easing himself into a steady and dignified pace beside the excited girl.
The blonde boy's fingers scraped idly against the cracks of wood below him and his deep, blue eyes gazed out into the water, traveling up to the descending, burning glow of the sunset.
Did he train enough?
He thought he did. Today, he'd worked for half a day, chakra building and conditioning for the Village Stone mission tomorrow.
And snow country.
Nyeehee
Naruto pushed a smile into the thick, white collar of his orange garb and trembled with excitement.
He couldn't wait to pack the bright blue, bison-wool scarf and the wooden snow shoes.
And ramen. Lots and lots of instant ramen.
And…
His eyes narrowed as another thought struck him.
What about bottled water? Won't it just freeze when we get there anyway?
With an exasperated, audible sigh his hand dug out a pebble wedged between the planks. And the boy whipped his arm out, before flinging the stone out into the water, watching the kick of the ripples as the pebble skipped further and further away.
It finally got sucked into a wave, and the boy lowered his eyes.
"Naruto-kun?"
"Ah!!" The boy let out a startled yelp at the sudden murmur beside him. And his blonde head whipped out sideways, turning to the girl standing just a few feet away.
Hinata.
One hand clutched to his chest, bunching into the loose material of his jacket and the boy let out a high-pitched chuckle. "Hinata! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Ah…" The Hyuuga blushed, scraping the tips of her sandals against the wood as she looked up at him.
"I'm sorry, Naruto-kun…"
"Kyee, that's alright." The blonde grinned, swinging his legs up from the edge of the dock and jumping to his feet.
His eyes narrowed into naively curious cat slits and he laced his fingers behind his head as he tilted at her.
"What are you doing here? Na- naaa…" he gave incessant pokes into the air and his whiskered cheeks pushed out into a charming show of prominent incisors.
"You saw me, didn't you? Didn't you?"
"I…" Hinata started, unable to help the smile on her face and the flutter in her chest.
"I did." She admitted with a shy curl of her mouth.
The boy burst out with another fit of fluctuating high and hoarse laughter and Hinata felt the world around her loosen into the slow, easy pace that was natural whenever she was around him.
How ironic though that she became even more flustered despite that, and her chest constricted as she looked at him.
"Wanna sit? Dipping your feet into the water is nice too." Naruto carried on lightly, lowering back down with a thump before pulling his legs between him in an Indian sit.
His blonde head jerked up, clear, crystal eyes blinking at her as he waited for the girl to follow.
Hinata's hands crept to her chest and she shyly glanced at him, before giving an off-hand smile and settling in, barely a hand's reach away from the boy.
With Naruto, there was never a reason. Everything was just a smooth flow of events with little questioning and more spontanaety.
This was precisely what she liked about him, the girl discovered, as she watched the blonde bend to remove his ninja sandals.
His rich, cerulean irises looked over at her slowly and he gave her another casual smile.
"C'mon Hinata, just dip your toes in. It's nice and cool."
She didn't know why it seemed so natural.
Why she felt so comfortable doing it.
But in another moment the Hyuuga heiress was lowering her feet into the gentle, lapping waves and the blonde was sighing in contentment, pushing back against his arms as he lazily considered the stretch of water.
"I come here to think a lot." Naruto said, giving her a candid glance which was second nature to him and appeared quite adorable to her.
She blushed and looked down, even as her mind formulated the question.
"I'd like to know… What do you think about?"
Her voice was barely out, when she glanced away from him and pushed a thumb close to her mouth in outstanding surprise with herself and her straightforwardness.
"Well, lately… a lot about Sasuke and Sakura…" the blonde answered heatedly with a frown, unaware the girl beside him was blushing profusely.
"And…" Naruto's lip pushed up in thought as he poked an index across his whiskered cheek.
His eyes widened with the remembered thought before he turned to her,
"And, you!"
The words thumped into her consciousness and the Hyuuga heiress swiveled her head at him with a surprised look.
"Me?!" the girl squeaked, her serene, opal eyes suddenly widening with shock.
"Well, not you, you. Just … Well, of course it's you, you. But… Ah!"
Blonde eyebrows drew together as he slung a hand to his stomach and laughed, finding the difficulty of putting his thoughts into words ridiculous.
Naruto leaned into one hand and distractedly tangled his fingers into his blonde locks with another.
"Well, it's just, Kiba told me the other day,…"
"Kiba…?" the girl whispered, panic clutching at her throat as her eyes widened even more.
"Yeah, Kiba…" Naruto frowned, his eyes dancing up to the sky in thought. And then just as easily, the boy's face broke into a dazzling smile, looking at her.
"That you liked me."
The shock hit her like a tidal wave and she blinked her wide eyes at him, hearing the sudden pounding of her heart and the distinct sensation that she was a separate entity from her current body.
"N-..N-...Naru- to…"
"Hmm?" he asked, eyes tightening into furrowed lines of question.
"N-… I-… Na-… Anou-…."
Hinata didn't like how she was stammering so badly.
Hated the way her fingers twisted into her beige jacket and shook as she gathered herself with panicked breaths.
The blonde observed her mutely, his mouth flitting through uncomfortable neutral ground, quite undecidedly lingering between a grin and a frown.
"…Hinata?" The blonde boy hesitantly asked before leaning his head down towards her, eyes speculating with shimmers of teal and cobalt as he tried to catch her lowered gaze.
"Na-ru… to… Its- Anou-… I just-"
This was too much.
She was struggling too much.
And it was making Naruto feel very bad though he didn't know why.
"Is it… I mean- is that true?" he eased out the question, blonde eyebrows pulling up into his forehead protector.
The girl's mouth twisted sideways. As if she wanted to speak but found she couldn't.
Instead, she shut her eyes tight and pushed her head down, mortified to the point of imploding.
"Just tell me, Hinata…" he gently urged with an awkward smile, his whiskered cheeks tinted with a slight blush despite the moderate tan of his skin.
She continued to twist and wring her clothes and for a moment, he only heard her making tiny sounds, squeaks and gasps, shallow breaths and sighs.
And then the sounds stopped altogether.
Naruto jerked back as the girl suddenly raised her translucent opal eyes to him with firm resolve.
"I …do." She admittedly whispered.
Naruto blinked at her, more than astonished with her final clarification.
She did.
She liked him.
Kiba was right.
Kiba was right.
"Kiba was right." He murmured dumbly, speaking in tandem with the voice in his mind.
The girl's flinching eyes tore away and she pulled her feet up with a splash, startling him with a gasp and her sudden withdrawal as she stood.
"Ah- Ah!" His blue eyes widened, and just like any other time, his impulsive nature seized the situation.
"Wait, Hinata!" His hand reached out, catching her wrist in one movement and the girl crumbled internally, shaking without control as he continued to grip her hand firmly in his fingers.
Naruto didn't release her as he raised his legs from the water and pushed up to a stand beside her.
"Hinata… I-…"
He'd never been in a situation like this before. Never felt the swelling of warmth enveloping his chest at the thought someone truly liked him.
Truly saw him and valued him.
"It's… okay." Naruto murmured in a low voice, surprising the girl even through her flustered emotions with his striking seriousness and suddenly subdued demeanor.
"I'm happy you like me."
The boy could hardly believe it was him speaking as he blinked up at her. And just to complement his words further, he gave her a small smile that turned into a wide grin all on its own.
"I guess, for that, I… like you too."
"Naruto… kun…" the girl whispered.
The boy still found it difficult to focus on her eyes. The transluscent nature of the Byakuugan was so unreadable, so deep and reflectionless at the same time.
He was too used to his own crystal clear irises, staring into his bathroom mirror every morning for the whole duration of his life - the starkly blue eyes that reflected different shades with the changes of his mood.
Anyone could read him easily with a glance.
So could he really stare into eyes like hers for long periods at a time?
Could he learn to understand her just as much as she already understood him?
"Were you heading somewhere Hinata? Should I…"
He looked away as he felt the unfamiliar heat of a blush on his cheeks at the thoughts he were verbalizing.
"Should I…" His ocean-blue eyes flickered up to look into her face, "…walk you home?"
Surprise of all surprises, Naruto couldn't suppress the dominance of happiness and giddiness as the girl gave him an open smile.
She was happy.
Someone was happy because of him.
The acceptance he saw in her.
He wanted more of it, he realized.
Yes, he wanted to earn the acceptance and repay her.
"Yosh!" he erupted in declaration.
And the girl's eyes widened at the suddenness of his outburst as he turned to her with a gleaming look filled to the brim with rekindled life.
"Let's bring you home then, Hinata."
"Ah…" She opened her mouth, looking away and then looking back at him.
"…Mm." The girl finally nodded with a blush and a smile.
The boy gave her wrist a friendly nudge as he smiled at her, and he watched her eyes settled into warm pools of ivory, reminding him of soft snow in the night, feathers and fluffy clouds, polar bears swimming in a sea of lavander, everything all at once in an overflowing gush of emotion.
Indescribable and sweet, and strange, like her, he concluded.
"So if you think about it, it's …very sad. When you forget to observe the little things and find the beauty in them, then everything becomes dull and meaningless…"
Sakura's voice trailed off and after a moment, she pushed up on one arm and looked down at him.
The boy had his eyes closed, lips drawn out in a fine line. One pale hand was pressed to the front of his shirt and the other was still gripping the kunai they had used for the mock spar training after sunset.
The kunoichi watched the even rise and fall of his chest and the sharp, dark bangs against his pale skin as he continued to lay, quietly motionless.
Was he tired? … Perhaps she'd taken too much out of him. Back in the unexplored depths of the forest, he had been surprisingly insistent with her body. After a while, she'd slumped against him and closed her legs, throat burning from the cries of pain-pleasure, telling him it was enough. He'd learned her enough. She would be happy for a long time.
Sasuke-kun didn't ask her for anything after that. He just pushed up and proposed they have lunch.
By the time they'd made their way to another discreet open area of the woods, he'd once again convinced her to train.
A long tirade of limbs clashing, sore muscles and incessant running.
It was, to Sakura at least, an exhausting day.
Perhaps, he'd fallen asleep.
"Sasuke-kun…?" she called him, hesitantly.
"I'm listening." He responded stoically, cracking one eye open briefly before closing it again.
"Good!" The girl said with crinkling eyes, and then her lips broke out into a smile as she traced a finger along his cheek.
"So what do you think about beauty?"
Sasuke's obsidian eyes slowly opened and the boy looked at her.
"I don't have to tell you. You won't like it anyway."
"You don't tell me anything about you, Sasuke-kun. And I don't like that already." Her shoulders lifted in a shrug.
"How bad could it be?" She sighed in exasperation.
Silence.
"When I was four, I found a notebook in the living room…"
The girl blinked at his sudden narration and her eyes lit up with a smile, even if the Uchiha proceeded to look up into the brightly-lit night sky while he talked.
"When no one else was there, I opened it and flipped through the pages. On each page there was a drawing... and each drawing was sketched in crayon. Birds, trees, waterfalls, people…"
Sakura watched his face as he spoke. Listening to the quiet low tones of his voice.
"I decided it was interesting… so I kept the notebook and looked at it every night…"
"Every night…" Sasuke's voice trailed off.
And as if the boy realized he'd been speaking of something absurd, he snorted and closed his eyes.
"… and?" The girl pressed, shifting closer to him.
Sasuke sighed impatiently, though somehow, her prodding urged him to keep speaking.
"…I brought it to the table at breakfast one morning while to-san and kasa were there." His eyes opened again, and Sakura saw the sadness buried within the depths of gray.
His memories must hurt and her heart squeezed.
But she said nothing, because the boy had resumed talking.
"…to-san was drinking coffee. And when I showed him the notebook, … he told me to throw it away."
"What?" Sakura jerked her head up from her palm. "Why?"
"It was my cousin's." Sasuke said simply.
"So what?" The girl's voice rose, forgetting all grace as she glowered over his slouched form.
"My cousin wanted to be an artist." The boy answered.
"He didn't care about joining the clan's security force and oto-san didn't want any of that to rub off on me."
"He was useless." The boy pushed up on his elbows and Sakura watched him lean back against the large boulder behind them.
"So, Sakura…" he finally said, giving her a pointed stare, "That's what I think of beauty. It's useless."
"That's horrible." She bitterly murmured.
The boy gave her a knowing smirk.
"I told you, usuratonkachi, you wouldn't like it."
"How ironic…" Sakura suddenly declared, pushing her elbows into the grass.
"Me, thinking you're beautiful and you thinking nothing of it."
"What??" The boy suddenly choked out, turning his face sharply to her.
Seeing his wide eyes and the burst of comical expression caused her to break out in a melodious fit of giggles.
"But you ARE beautiful, Sasuke-kun. The way trees and mountains are beautiful." The girl explained.
And her green eyes glowed as if she'd discovered a truth the genius rookie had missed.
"That…" the raven-haired boy muttered as he turned away with finality, "-is the most idiotic thing you have ever said, Sakura."
"Sure. You might think so." The kunoichi provided lightly.
And Sasuke was just about to retort with another deviant snort when he felt her hand press to his shorts.
Too suddenly, he felt the tug and heard the sound of a zipper being yanked down, slicing into the cold air around them.
Everything grew warm, but the boy stubbornly ignored the feeling as he focused at her with sharp black eyes.
"…This is…?" He asked in a controlled voice.
"-So I can tell you what else I think is beautiful." She answered in a heartbeat.
"… My cock is not beautiful…!" Sasuke answered stupidly as he turned crimson and fought not to cross his arms.
Her seriousness shattered and the girl fell across the grass in a fit of giggles.
It was the first time he heard her laugh that way.
Not that Sasuke didn't want to hear it again.
Just that he never wanted to hear it again when the subject involved him.
"No, no… You've got it all wrong." The girl shook her head and gave him an exhilarated grin.
"Fine. Enlighten me." Sasuke almost growled at her.
"I'll tell you, when I see it." The kunoichi's voice lowered, just the way her hands lowered his shorts and eased down his boxers.
Her mint green eyes dipped along the planes of his body and in her heated scrutiny, the boy forced himself not to lash out at her.
It sent him off the edge sometimes, the way she was so uncanny in the art of teasing him.
"Relax." she playfully said. And the boy clenched his teeth before he gave her his foul-mouthed response. "Shut it, Sakur-"
Her lips pressed to his abruptly and the raven-haired boy struggled to remember the root of his irritation as Sakura's warm tongue slid into his open mouth.
He couldn't remember.
The boy held back from responding, annoyed at how easily he gave in.
But the sense of dignity lying in the generations of Uchiha pride held fast only for a moment before it finally crumbled with the press of her palm against his jaw.
The only thing he could do was stubbornly knock away her touch.
Notoriously shove his mouth back at her in aggression.
Kiss her. And kiss her some more.
He felt a finger slip under his shirt and trace at his stomach. The gesture conjured up heat, rising need, the familiar impatient nagging. Inevitably, the response of his body.
"What are you doing." Sasuke sharply stated as the kunoichi suddenly pulled away from him and teetered dangerously close to his legs.
"I owe you don't I?" Sakura sweetly asked him, turning her face up to his.
She inched herself lower, eyes taking in the firm arch of his flaccid member, feeling the heat pooling and gathering inside her as he pressed back against the smooth rock.
Her heart was thundering in her ribs, and a small part of her still fought to stop the undiscovered urges that were now controlling her hands, dominating her fingers as they slipped tentatively up the backs of his knees, traced along the expanse of his pale thighs.
The blades of grass brushed lightly against her knuckles as she touched him, and the young kunoichi's face softened, mesmerized by the smooth stretch of skin, the contours of muscles that flexed with each small movement, his languid beauty, rippling like calm water.
Her fingers danced up his skin, higher, higher…
Suddenly Sasuke's hand had snatched at her wrist, forcing a small gasp to escape from her.
And as the kunoichi looked up, she saw his eyes, drowning in shadows of gray from behind a stubborn spill of raven strands.
"…Sakura." His voice was low, teetering with hesitation.
But she grinned as she pulled away.
Ignoring how his fingers clamped tighter around her skin with every inch she lowered.
And then her face was pressing close to the sensitive place between his legs.
Sakura could feel the heat from him even when he pushed a hand out, snagging at her chin, his gray eyes firmly looking her over.
"I can't kiss you if you're all the way down there, dobe." He said, voice stiffly seasoned with hollow sarcasm.
"I can." She unthinkingly whispered and before he could move, she had pulled away from his grasp and pressed her lips to the tip of his aching length.
His gray-tinged eyes widened and the heat traveled across his face, spreading down to his neck, gathering to right where his belly met her eyes.
"Stop, Sakura." Sasuke fought against the uncalled-for exhilaration nipping at his navel and he meshed his teeth down at her in warning.
"You know I make a mess."
But the girl paid him no heed and before he could snatch at her, Sakura's mouth had already parted, the warm moistness of her tongue emerging, caressing down his shaft.
No. He stiffened.
What was she doing? Is this even…
Her lips closed around the hot stiffness.
And then Sasuke felt it. Saw it. The sensitive skin sliding up into the heat of her mouth.
Gods in-…
"F…-ck" Sasuke couldn't help grinding out, wrenching his head sideways as the motions of her tongue and teeth called the pleasure from his heated middle.
"S-ah..kura…" his voice was a quiet infuriation enveloped in a kind of bliss he refused to completely succumb to.
Why?
Because of the almost vulgar bluntness of the act.
Because he'd never even dreamed of being pleasured this way.
Because it felt almost too good.
Her mouth stroked him with a motion identical to the kind of stimulation he badly needed. Wanted.
A motion he had taught her.
Only it was so much better, the heat and the wetness, the softness of a tongue combined with the edges of teeth.
Sasuke's grasp on her wrist weakened with the sudden domination of heat flooding his entire body and he felt it a burden to even breathe.
After a moment, his pale hand had lowered into the ground, digging hard into the mossy grass, anchoring into the dewy blades.
Fighting for control.
The truth was clear, and the truth was this: he didn't want her to stop.
Couldn't make himself say the words anymore, fearing Sakura would do what she almost always did…
Actually listen to him.
His onyx eyes looked down at her almost helplessly and he watched her head evenly moving over him, the tips of her hair luminous in the moonlight, her moist, red lips dipping and then rising, it made him want to tear her into the ground, push her hand tight around him, ravenously kiss her-
But the thought was cut off when the kunoichi's mouth impulsively sucked at his heated member, sucked deep and whole, inducing a sweet, sharp, clenching sensation from his groin.
And oh gods, this feeling.
Sasuke's head came up, till he could have seen the shower of stars blanketing the night above them, but the motion was so delicious, so mind-blowing, the boy was too far gone to bother with lights in the sky.
A groan pressed to his throat as he gave in to the delirious pleasure of her lips molding over his stiffness, gritting his teeth in an effort to stay still when the kunoichi sucked carefully at the wetness bleeding from the slit.
The world swung like a pendulum and with dizzy eyes, Sasuke managed to dip low and look at her.
"You can't swallow that."
The girl lifted slightly, the intense glow of her green eyes meeting teasingly with his disoriented onyx ones.
And then she did swallow, a small smile playing mischievously along her mouth.
"Idiot." He whispered, narrowing his eyes weakly at her.
Her hand balanced over one of his lean legs, and she buried herself comfortably along his middle.
Then she had taken him in again.
Sasuke's eyes lowered, heavy with sedation as he watched the girl in her agonizing experimentation.
Teasing him again, like all the times in the past - practicing her temporary domination over him, enjoying her bouts of rebellion with little flicks of her pink tongue.
Sakura pulled up and the boy caught the slight glimmer of wetness, glossy against her cherry lips.
The immensity of his need shook him, but Sasuke was astonishingly gentle when he pushed up into her mouth, the snarling rage of impatience subdued only by discipline.
The boy couldn't help giving her a rugged leer when she raised her eyes to him.
Sasuke was aware his selfishness was starting to burn through… He didn't care anymore.
"Faster." He commanded stubbornly, breath clipped with the beginnings of heated frustration.
One of the Uchiha's pale hands travelled down, clutching to the back of her head.
And in one motion, he pushed her head lower, biting back the ecstasy when she made a sound against his stomach. He moved, canting, setting ground for tempo, urging her without words to follow.
And Sakura was as insistent and compliant, meeting him at every thrust, boldly pushing him to that invisible precipice with every firm motion of her mouth.
No room for stopping, even when the boy pushed his head back and tightened against her, breath escaping heavy, frenzied into the space between them.
His other hand dug deeper into the grass, grip tightening with every second of escalation, and then he was writhing only so slightly, unable to stop from moving.
Almost…
So… close…
"…Sakura." he groaned in warning, pressing his hips hard into the mossy ground as the pleasure threatened dangerously.
In one motion, her mouth had lifted from his heated member, replaced just as suddenly with the firm grip of her slim fingers.
Crystal green shone in the darkness as she finally looked into his eyes.
Those hazy depths of obsidian, tinged with the slight traces of red she loved.
Her hands were moving now.
Stroking him evenly.
And again the pleasure was building harsh and fast, coiling through his groin, forcing a shudder from him. And Sasuke could focus on nothing but the moment, coming and rising.
His eyes closed, until he felt the press of her palm against his firmly clenched jaw.
"Look at me, Sasuke-kun." The kunoichi whispered.
"Don't tell me what to do." He bit out, only barely thinking now of anything else.
Close. And gods her hand was so tight.
Good. The bliss was inevitable.
Don't stop… Sasuke wanted to drag out.
Sakura…
And then he did look at her.
Her beautiful, clear eyes and her soft, warm lips.
She saw the need and wanted to fulfill it, inching forward carefully, until their mouths met and Sakura felt the familiar jerks of his body, the insistent twist of his hips.
Pulling away, the girl gazed into clouded irises of obsidian-gray, gradually fading now into fiery blooms of crimson.
And then he was pushing up against the rock, raven-hair dragging along the smooth surface of pumice.
His breath slipped past his lips, uneven.
But his gaze remained unwavering, tempered.
And as they looked at each other in the vague darkness, he told himself he wouldn't falter.
No.
His eyes narrowed sharply, piercing deep into the beautiful sheens of green - a vague crimson gaze steadying on the delicate thickness of her eyelashes, the lights reflecting off the deep pools in her eyes.
He was drowning.
And Sakura looked back, just as intensely, never breaking contact, not in her look and not in the motions of her hand.
In his eyes, the dots had inked in, two in one, three in the other.
"There…" Sakura's whisper broke through his hazy stupor.
The boy looked at her as her lips broke into a satisfied smile.
"That's beautiful." Sakura finally murmured.
The sharingan made him predictable.
She knew he was close.
And then he was there.
Sasuke's hand clutched at her collar, the red disappearing as his eyes finally fell shut in surrender.
And he pulled her forward, mouth and tongue landing hard on her lips, whispering and swearing desperately against her, hips restless as he gave in to the shattering climax.
The wetness slipped smooth over her fingers, and he pushed away with a harsh groan, lifting instinctively with the strokes of her hand, the lights of her eyes dancing behind his closed eyelids.
He fell sated against the cool surface of rock behind him, the warm satisfaction spreading out in waves, his body finally stilling into the soft grass.
Crickets were chirping incessantly, the trilling sounds carrying out through the night.
And after a moment Sasuke dragged his mouth to the side of her face, a smirk forming stubbornly against her skin.
"That was good." He quietly said into the twinkling darkness, and the kunoichi smiled, just as satisfied with his words, her lips drawing closer when he subtly raised his chin.
In the vast cool of fragrant forest air, they kissed each other, the heat of their bodies, a cocoon against the biting chill.
Forgetting anything.
Everything.
I know, I know… I probably went overboard with this one. Haha, couldn't help it. I'm a sucker for passion. So if you appreciate this kind of thing, tell me! Then I'll know if I should stop making them or make even more. LoL. bows Again, thanx. :P