title: Stories of Us
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH 2013
rating: T-M
summary: o26: There had always been electricity between them. Unfortunately, the first time they really felt it was when Sakura gave him a static shock while touching his hair.
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Electricity
There was always a hint of electricity between them. Whenever they locked eyes for the briefest second, or exchanged an occasional small chat, there was a little glimpse of a spark that burned brightly between the two.
Unfortunately, the first real spark they had was when Sakura touched his hair, sending static shocks all throughout his body.
"Oh my goodness," Sakura cried. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean—I was walking along the carpet, and I didn't think—are you alright?"
Sasuke was on the ground, obviously surprised by the power of the jolt. He had had Naruto ruffle his hair with a balloon before, but Sakura had caught him by surprise when her hand brushed through his locks.
You're thinking of it, and she just does it, Sasuke thought to himself. He pulled himself up and brushed his pants.
"I'm fine. Just…let me know next time, alright?" he said.
He saw how embarrassed and worried Sakura looked and gave her a reassuring smirk. "It's fine. Really. Just give me a heads up.
Sakura breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good. Okay. Well, um, Sasuke-kun. I really like your hair. So, uh, may I touch it?"
"Sure." He bent down a little bit so that it was easier for her to touch his head rather than have her stand on her tippie-toes, and Sasuke almost moaned when Sakura brushed her fingers through his scalp, but he bit his lip and held it in.
"Thanks," Sakura said, blushing. "Sorry if that was a little bit awkward. It's just that…wow, your hair is so unique."
He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "As is yours."
She blushed even more, and Sasuke just wanted to take her into his arms and spin her around.
"See you later, Sakura," he said, taking his things and walking off.
He imagined her naked body pressed against him, her fingers clutching his hair as she cried out his name…
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Sakura saw him again at the coffee shop, and immediately, that burst of lightning sprung through her. She walked over to Sasuke, who was reading a book and covered his eyes with her hands.
"Peekaboo!" she said.
He smirked, removing her hands. "Hey, Sakura." He motioned to the empty seat across from him. "Take a seat?"
"Sure."
She looked over to see what he was reading and smiled. "I never pegged you as one for love stories."
"It's a classic. Well-written." He set the book down. "What have you been up to?"
Sakura quickly glanced around the shop and noticed that there was barely anybody there.
"Um, if it's okay," she whispered. "Can you come over here?"
Sasuke did as he was told.
"Can I, um," she whispered softly. "Can I play with your hair?"
Sasuke looked around to see if there was anybody he knew there and murmured back, "Just be subtle about it."
Her face lightened up, and she began to braid intricate designs onto Sasuke's hair. Unfortunately, she had no rubber band or anything to tie them into place, but she was happy just having her hands in her crush's hair, playing with it.
"It's really soft," she said. "You must take good care of it."
He scoffed. "I was born with soft hair."
"Maybe he's born with it. Maybe it's Maybelline."
Sasuke chuckled and felt his hair. "Wow," he said. "That's a really nice braid."
Sakura laughed. "You should get dreadlocks or something. Or maybe cornrows."
Smirking, Sasuke replied, "I know you'd like that."
"Well, perhaps you know me all too well."
They sat there looking at each other in silence, and Sakura wanted to lean forward and kiss him. However, Sasuke looked at his watch, ran his fingers through his braided hair, and said, "I've got to go." He took his coffee and his book and nodded at Sakura. "See you soon."
"Bye," she said weakly. She sat back down in her chair and slumped, sighing. Kami, how she liked him…
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Sasuke this time had asked Sakura to play with his hair while he was studying, since it apparently soothed him, but Sakura didn't quite understand that.
Every time she touched him she felt electricity shoot up through her and wanted more of him. She just wondered if he felt the same way.
"Right there," Sasuke said. "That feels great."
"Um," Sakura said, removing her fingers from his scalp. "Can I ask you something?"
Sasuke put down his books. "Sure."
"Do you ever…and answer me honestly. Do you like when I play with your hair or are you just used to it?"
"It feels good," he said.
Sakura laughed nervously. "That doesn't really answer my question."
"Well," he said, facing her. "I like it because it's you doing it. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't let them within ten feet of me. But I trust you."
"Um, can I ask you something else?"
"…Of course."
Sakura fiddled with her fingers. "Do you ever feel like, a jolt or a spark or something whenever I touch you? Like, that little bit of electricity?"
Dear Kami, how he felt it.
"…Yes," he answered warily. "Well, do you?"
Sakura blushed. "Um."
"If I kiss you now, will you feel electricity run through your body?"
"What do you—"
His mouth was on hers hungrily, licking the outside of her lips with his tongue and kissing her with a passion she'd never felt before. Her arms were around his neck, and he pulled her closer to him. The electricity ran through each of them, making their desires burn brighter, and Sakura clenched fistfuls of Sasuke's naturally soft hair in her hands.
"Oh my goodness," Sakura breathed. "I felt—I felt it."
"I did, too," he said. "And I want to make you feel electric everywhere. From here," he said, tracing her mouth. "To here," he repeated, his head resting in between her breasts. "And especially here," he added, his fingers trailing down to the top of her skirt, resting dangerously near her womanhood. But he removed his hand. "Only when you're ready."
She kissed him again. "I've always been ready for you," she said. "Make me feel that spark."
I read some fic a long time ago where Sakura asks Sasuke, "Can I touch your hair?" and he says, "Go for it."
If anyone could find it I would be the happiest person online.