note.. word of warning: this chapter is about some light recreational drug use (weed.) wrote it on 4/20. (three guesses as to what i was doing that day.) if that offends you, you can skip this chapter, but i'd appreciate it if you're gonna review, that you keep an open mind. thank youuuu. happy munchies!
Sakura stood on the patio with her coat on over her pajamas, a mug of cinnamon tea in her hands, and a dreamy smile on her face.
It was an absolutely beautiful night. There was a light snowfall and no wind, and there was no better way to start off the new year.
(Of course, she could've done without the whole aching between her legs, but all things considered, New Years Eve was a smashing success.)
Her smile widened as she thought of how she and Sasuke had rung in the new year the previous night. She was no longer a virgin, and she could smugly say she'd stripped Sasuke Uchiha of his virginity as well. They'd been aggressive and demanding with each other, but she could absolutely tell that he'd held himself back a bit out of courtesy to her, which made her like him all the more.
Yeah, okay, so I love him, she thought with a gusty sigh of surrender. Something she'd denied from the get-go, and it had crept up on her little by little until BAM. She was in way over her head.
But now that she had a moment on a calm, snowy night to reflect on her new status as the devirginized girlfriend of her previously puzzling roommate, the fact that she was in love with him no longer seemed to be a problem.
More like an inevitability.
Everything about him, from his bad attitude to the way he'd stretch so his shirt rode up on his abs, from the flash of teeth he'd show when he smirked to how he knew every single one of her buttons to press, all of it, she loved it and she loved him, and there was no coming back from that.
Oh, well, she thought, giggling as she took another sip and gave into this horrific cliché. I give. But like HELL am I gonna say it first, before he says it to me! Nosirree, Robert.
"You're so fucking creepy, the way you laugh like that to yourself."
Sakura blinked and turned her head, and saw Sasuke standing in the patio doorway with his hands in his pockets, watching her suspiciously.
"Ew, you're the creepy one, skulking around in doorways watching people," she bit back. "I'm enjoying the quiet serenity of a winter's night. Or at least I was, before you decided you were going to lurk around like some voye-HEY!"
Sasuke cut her off by pulling her around to face him and kissing her squarely on the mouth. Butterflies exploded in her stomach and she lifted herself on tiptoe to deepen the kiss.
Before they could get carried away, however, Sasuke pulled back and sighed. "C'mon inside," he said.
"Good idea, you wanna try your bed this time?"
He raised an eyebrow, then shook his head.
"Oh, right, Naruto poisoned it. Okay, we can go for round 2 in my room if you want, or –"
"No," he said flatly. "Not right now, anyway. The idiot's here."
"Pooooooop," Sakura pouted. "I don't understand, why doesn't he stay in his own room? I'm gonna start charging him rent."
"He brought company, too."
"By 'company,' you better mean 'alcohol.'"
Sasuke smirked. "Last I checked, he brought Ino, Kiba, and a bottle of vodka."
"Just one?" Sakura asked mildly, heading back inside with Sasuke trailing behind her. "I don't know if that's gonna be enough…"
If she was being really honest with herself, Sakura didn't mind her friends coming over all the time half as much as she acted like she did. And she knew Sasuke was the same way. Maybe he wasn't the most social of people and, of course, now that they had just embarked upon their doubtlessly-eternal mission of sexuality, there were bound to be a few unwelcome interruptions. But after stressing out so much about making friends her first week of living in Konoha, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't grateful for her newfound popularity.
It definitely made life more interesting.
(Even if right now, she wished they'd all just fucking go home so she could get it on and poppin with Sasuke.)
She shrugged off her coat and tossed it carelessly into the closet before joining Naruto, Ino, and Kiba in the living room.
"Hey, moochers," she said, grinning at all of them as she threw herself on the sofa beside Ino.
"Hey, Bighead," Ino chuckled, raising a shotglass full of vodka, a chaser of what appeared to be orange juice in her other hand. "We were bored on this marvelous winter's evening and decided to grace you with our presence."
"Oh did you." Sakura rolled her eyes and snatched the shotglass out of her best friend's hand, knocking it back; it didn't mix well with the aftertaste of cinnamon tea, unfortunately. But hey, it was 11 pm on January 1st of the new year, and she'd be remiss if she was going to start off the year without a decent buzz.
"Nice PJs, Sak," laughed Kiba from his place beside Ino on the sofa. His arm was sprawled across the back and he looked to be well on the way to drunk already; they must have gotten started early, at his apartment. "Hey, can we all sleep over? I'm drunk, I can't drive home."
"You live in this complex," Sasuke pointed out, sitting in the armchair and looking irritated, most likely for the same reason Sakura was: sexual deprivation. "You don't need to drive."
"Well can someone walk me back to my apartment, then? I can bring over a party favor."
"This ain't a party," Sasuke snapped, at the same time Naruto demanded from the floor, "What kind of party favor?"
"Smells like skunk," Sakura said dryly, holding the joint in her fingers and appraising it with raised eyebrows.
"I'll have you know that's some of the best cannabis money can buy!" Kiba argued. "And if you ain't gonna take a hit off it, pass it back. That's some Grade-A THC you're burnin' up."
Sakura didn't like to feel like a square, but she'd never smoked pot before, and she wasn't exactly sure how to do it. Sasuke, to her surprise, had simply taken the Ziploc bag Kiba had brought over from his apartment and one of the rolling papers, and rolled the joint they were sharing with all the seasoned skill of a professional. Then he'd let it with a match and took a long, expert drag off of it before passing it expectantly around, and now it was her turn.
I always thought Sasuke was such a tightass prude no-drug-doing do-gooder, she thought, bizarrely impressed by this show of overall badassery. Turns out I'M the noob! Go figure.
"Why are you looking at it like it's an O-Chem quiz?" Ino asked next to her, clearly impatient for another hit of her own.
"I know!" Naruto shouted, laughing as he pointed at Sakura. "Sakura's never smoked before!"
She glared at him, silently vowing to punish him for his loud mouth later on, but unable to deny the charges against her.
"You're the only hipster at KU who's never smoked pot before!" Naruto went on, reaching for Sasuke's spare videogame controller to pass the time; Sakura kicked it out of his hands and ignored Sasuke's scandalized look.
"I'm not a hipster, Naruto," Sakura hissed back, as the joint continued to burn in between her fingers.
"You're only a hipster if you deny being a hipster," Ino pointed out sagely. "And Sakura I've seen the way you dress, okay, you're definitely hipster."
"Yeah, them black tights?" Naruto chimed in. "Only hipsters wear black tights with shorts all the time."
"And you drink PBR whenever we go to a party," Kiba added. "Even though it tastes like actual asshole."
"Hey, I happen to like PBR," Sakura snapped. "And excuse me, wearing black tights and drinking PBR does not make me a hipster! My style is bohemian, thank you very much!"
Sasuke did not make any attempt to defend her from hipster accusations, but he didn't join in, either, which Sakura guessed was as good as she was going to get from him. He merely settled back on the armchair and closed his eyes, looking unbelievably relaxed.
"Hey, you're on the soccer team," she pointed out. "Don't they give you drug tests?"
"Only during the season," he mumbled back. "It's after soccer and before baseball. I'm good."
"Quit stalling, Sak!" Kiba laughed, reaching around Ino to pull her hair playfully. "I know you're premed and all, so just think of this as…Mother Nature's cure-all, no-negative-effect-having miracle smoke. And you're good. Then you can call yourself a real, live hipster!"
"Oh, whatever," Sakura hissed, putting the joint between her lips. The smoke in her throat bothered her at first, before she became aware of Sasuke's attention on her with a surprising intensity, considering that he was smoking something that ought to have calmed him down.
"Breathe in," he instructed, "and then breathe again."
"Look at her, holding it in between her fingers like it's a cigarette!" Ino giggled, elbowing Sakura, who glared at her. "You pinch it between your thumb and your two first fingers, come on, girl, have I taught you nothing? That's how real hipsters do it."
"I'M NOT A HIPSTER!" Still, though, she altered the positioning of her fingers, painfully aware of everyone's eyes on her.
"Inhale it, Sakura," Sasuke borderline-ordered, staring at the joint dangling in her mouth almost hungrily.
So she did.
She'd been expecting some grandiose, stoner-stereotype to overwhelm her. Perhaps she'd become so hungry all of a sudden for the so-called 'munchies' that she'd run to the meat freezer and tear into Sasuke's meat in some carnivorous frenzy. Or she'd lay back with bright red eyes and giggle at everything and wax philosophical like they did in movies. Or she'd have some kind of hallucination.
But nope. A few hits on the joint and she felt completely relaxed. Naruto's jibes about her hipster denial started to bother her less and less. Her pent-up sexual frustration ebbed as she refocused her attention on how comfortable the divan section of her couch was.
This wasn't bad at all, this was actually kind of nice.
"And she's officially a hipster," Naruto declared, finishing the short and stubbing it out on the bottom of his sneaker. "That's good shit, Kiba, where'd you get it?"
"My sister," he replied lazily, snatching up the videogame controller that Sakura had kicked away from Naruto and turning the TV on to play. "She's got a good connection over at the vet school across town. Crazy, right? All these would-be vets are huge stoners."
"There are studies, though, that prove that marijuana use is no more harmful to you than the consumption of alcohol," Sakura chimed in, weaving her hair into a lazy braid in boredom. "In fact, it's considerably less so. And medically, it serves a host of different functions, like…"
"Ain't it just like a hipster?" she heard Naruto stage-whisper to Sasuke, who was rolling another joint. "To get high as fuck and still quote smart shit like we're in class?"
Sakura giggled and rolled her eyes. The skunk smell that had bothered her at the beginning was now actually starting to smell good. This wasn't a bad way to spend a night, just hanging out with her best friends and her boyfriend; would her parents kill her if they knew? Probably.
But there were a great many things they didn't know, that they were better off not knowing. And if goody-two-shoes little Sakura wanted to loosen up for one night and smoke a J with her friends in the safety and privacy of her own home, then she sure as shit felt she had the right.
While Naruto and Kiba started in on a round of Call of Duty: Black Ops, she turned to Sasuke and grinned at him.
"Do you think I'm a hipster?" she asked. "Because if I am, you so are."
He chuckled, perhaps a residual effect of the marijuana, or maybe she just said something he disagreed with so much, he had to find an outlet for his amusement.
"How d'you figure that?" he smirked.
"All the flannel button-ups when we go to parties?" she prodded. "And the pout you give a camera when someone takes a picture of you?"
"I do not pout at the camera."
"Well, granted, it's like your default expression, or whatever, but…"
"I am not a hipster, Sakura."
"You're only a hipster if you deny you're a hipster!" she pointed out, reaching over to prod his arm and laughing at his sour face. "Plus you have this whole borderline-pretentious attitude where you know so much better than everyone else and you only like seedy underground bars, and you don't like anything mainstream, and…"
"Shut up and hit."
He passed her the newly-rolled joint and now, feeling a bit more confident, she took a smooth hit and blew the smoke out of the corner of her mouth. She did not miss the way Sasuke watched her lips as she did so, but before she could comment on it, Ino snatched the joint from her fingers and hit it as well.
It was on about her fourth hit of the night that she started to feel it. The whole not-sexually-frustrated thing went up in smoke (pun intended, always), as she became increasingly aware of Sasuke's attentiveness to her while she smoked. His eyes bore into hers and when she inhaled, he actually licked his lips in some kind of silent, sinful promise that made her stomach muscles clench.
I don't know if it's this weed that's making me horny or if this is just my life now, she thought, traitorous gaze scanning her boyfriend in open, shameless admiration, but shit. Friends or no friends, I need it right now.
"Ooh, looks like we need another chaser," Sakura remarked, glancing at the empty orange juice jug taking up space on her coffee table. "I'll get it. Sasuke, come help?"
He followed her into the kitchen and the second they were out of sight of their friends, she grabbed his collar and yanked him down for a kiss. She could taste the weed on his breath mixed with mint and cinnamon, and it tasted unbelievable.
"What're you doing?" he asked, even as he helped her up onto the counter, his lips attacking her sensitive neck.
"Same thing you are," she breathed back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. "You were looking at me like you wanted to have your way with me back in there, sorry I'm not sorry for granting your request."
"I like seeing you do bad things," he confessed hotly in her ear, sending a spike of desire directly to her stomach, do not pass Go, do not collect $200.00.
(It would appear that Sasuke Uchiha became marginally more talkative, when they were on the cusp of some really kickass sex.)
"Bad things?"
"You're such a good girl all the time," he clarified, catching her earlobe between his teeth. "Seeing you drink," he kissed her jaw, "and smoke," he kissed her throat, "and dance like a slut at parties," he kissed her lips, "makes me want you like crazy."
"Since we're apparently in the mood for confessing things, then," she gasped, amazed by the things he was saying coupled with the things he was doing with his hands, "I should probably tell you that I want you like crazy all the time, every day, every minute. And whenever we're not making out, I think about ways to get you to make out with me. And now that we started having sex, I'm thinking about that now, too, and I don't understand why you even let them in the apartment knowing what we could be doing instead."
"Annoying," he murmured in between kisses.
"I love it when you talk dirty," she quipped.
She knew it was a bad idea to get carried away with Sasuke in the kitchen, knowing her three asshole visitors were bound to walk in on them at some point, and maybe it was just the fact that she was high for the first time in her life, but she simply didn't care about that too much. Hearing Sasuke confess that he liked seeing her loosen up every now and again, coupled with this marijuana-inspired need for him, was driving her crazy.
I'm gonna need to call some sex addict hotline, she thought dreamily, when Sasuke's fingers wandered somewhere she didn't particularly mind them wandering, and her back arched promptly in response, her head smacking into the cupboards behind her. This can't be normal.
And because nothing in her life ever went completely right without fucking up in some unforeseen kind of way, at that particular moment, the front door was thrown open.
"Sasuke!" Sakura squealed, as a man burst inside their apartment. "SASUKE IT'S A KILLER! GET HIM, SASUKE!"
He reacted a lot better than she did, anyway; he rushed the intruder with his hand cocked into a fist, ready to mete out some unbelievably kickass justice, but to Sakura's shock and horror, the intruder ducked Sasuke's punch (damn his weed-slow reflexes) and in a movement too fast to be real, had Sasuke slammed up against the wall in the hallway with his arm twisted behind his back.
"HEY!" Sakura screamed. "NARUTO! KIBA! LET HIM GO, WHAT DO YOU WANT, IS IT JEWELS? I DON'T HAVE ANY."
"Hey, buddy," Naruto yelled, joining the scene in the hallway. "You can't just come in here and oh shit it's the cops!"
Sakura's eyes widened in horror – if she really ran, she'd have enough time to scramble out the window and leave Sasuke and the rest of them to their fate. But she remembered way back to their first week of school, and how Sasuke had risked life and limb to haul her drunk ass over a fence and away from the police. She couldn't abandon him.
"Nobody move!" one of the officers, whose badge read 'Izumo', ordered from the doorway.
The officer holding Sasuke, Kotetsu, faced the other four stoned teenagers with a smug victoriousness on his face.
"Got a call about a noise disturbance," he informed them, while they stood, wide-eyed, frozen, and guilty. "We came down to investigate and what do we smell but Northern Lights, cannabis indica emanating from your apartment. Care to explain that, kids?"
Sasuke grunted in his grip – Sakura got the sense that no one would have been able to get the jump on him if he was in full possession of his mental faculties, but there was a decent amount of marijuana working its way through his system, not to mention the hormones he hadn't gotten the chance to release in the kitchen – and struggled lamely, apparently seeing the futility in it.
"Hey, Kotetsu!" the third officer, a man named Raidou, barked out. "Look at her! Isn't she that girl we almost busted at the frat party back in August?"
Sakura's eyes went even wider in horror; last time, she'd been able to throw them off her scent since her hair was soaked to red in Catalina salad dressing from Thanksgiving. But now…
"First drinking, now drugs," Kotetsu chuckled. "You two are busted."
"Oh God please," Sakura sniffed, even while her heart pounded in absolute terror. "I don't go to frat parties, couldn't have been me."
"Nice try, Pinky," Raidou snickered. "We remember your hair, y'know."
"Nuh-uh. I just dyed my hair last week. No normal girl has natural pink hair!" And I am no normal girl, she thought, petrified of her immediate fate but trying not to let it show. It was common knowledge that cops smelled fear.
"True enough," Izumo shrugged, stepping inside the apartment fully. "We can't pin the underage on you, but this looks pretty damn incriminating, don't it, sweetheart?"
He entered the living room and picked up the Ziploc bag Kiba had brought, with a considerable amount of weed still left inside. Sakura bit her lip and cast a terrified glance at Sasuke. What now?!
"So here's what can happen now," Kotetsu said, releasing Sasuke and dusting his hands off. "Either we can arrest all five of you for possession of a controlled substance, take you downtown, have you booked and fingerprinted, let your colleges and loan officers know, probably get you kicked out of KU for good…
"Or we can confiscate this," he added, snatching the Ziploc bag from his partner, "and let you off with a warning."
"Warning," chorused five desperate voices.
Kotetsu grinned and slid the bag of weed into his pocket. "All right, then. Now I hope you learned your lesson, kids. It may seem cool to smoke pot, but it's illegal in this city and we Konoha cops can always sniff it out!"
"Yes, sir," Sakura, Sasuke, Ino, Kiba, and Naruto all chimed.
Raidou chuckled and clapped Sasuke on the shoulder on his way out. "Let's go, guys. And you two," he added, pinning Sasuke and Sakura with a hard glare, "better watch your step. I don't want anymore calls to this apartment, understand?"
They nodded, Sakura hardly daring to believe they were actually going to get away with something for once, and all three officers filed out as quickly as they came.
Unbelievable, she thought, nearly panicking when she realized how very close she'd come to being thrown out of college. God save those beautiful cops. So courageous. So honorable. So merciful.
"Man, this is some good shit," Izumo hissed through his teeth, passing the joint to Kotetsu.
"Yeah, these college kids always have the best connections," Kotetsu replied, chuckling as he took a hit. "And they make it so easy for us."
"You ever think we'll get in trouble for this?" Raidou quipped. "Busting kids for weed, tell 'em we're lettin' em off easy, then taking their shit and smoking it ourselves?"
Izumo laughed. "Dude, we're the cops. We're golden."
note.. hey, y'all! kickass response last chapter. wonder why? ;) it cracks me up how many brand new shiny reviewers i got, soooo transparent, but always appreciated nonetheless. i abandoned the whole PM-the-sexy-scene idea because 150 is too many PMs, plus a lot of you left anonymous reviews wanting me to PM you but i have no idea who you are. so instead, i uploaded the sexy scene to my livejournal. jinnyskeans over there, too. there's a link in my profile, and all MA-content is gonna be posted there from now on. so enjoy, you sluts.
also, i have it in my brain-canon that in an AU setting, sakura would be the bohemian one. borderline hipster. and i love the concept of hipster-denial; lately, i don't even deny it anymore. yes, i wear black tights with shorts all year. yes, i drink PBR and smoke in dive bars. yes, i enjoy a nice joint on occasion and i have an undeserved sense of entitlement. and if that makes me a hipster, WHATEVER. lolz so i like the idea of sakura going through that same struggle.
as always, you guys, thank you SO SO MUCH for all the love. all these pretty reviews make me write faster and i appreciate you guys taking time out of your day to tell me nice things. i love you all ;)
xoxo daisy :)
