Bound
Tease
Sakura isn't quite certain that Hinata's idea will work until she looks into Sasuke's dark eyes and something makes her pulse quicken as his eyes smolder and she suddenly feels so very evil. Sasuke centric. Sasu/Saku. The Drunken Seduction-Hands-Off Chapter.
It is rather unusual, something that he has never felt before—at least not like this, the feeling that is rather close to a feeling of rage. It is a conspiracy, a damnable conspiracy in a villa that belongs to his own family. Every attempt he makes to get closer to her so that he can just hold her is thoroughly blocked by the old caretaker. If only she wasn't a woman of the clan who would actually be a challenge then he would have removed her for her interference.
He has long since regretted his decision to invite Hinata along because it is now obvious that female companionship is the last thing that his wife needs.
Earlier Naruto had asked him if perhaps he is being somewhat obsessive. His answer is still the same. He is not being obsessive or possessive because she is his, damnit!
He is most decidedly not sulking as he follows the women into the parlor for a nightcap. He is, of course, very much against this. It does not matter how he appreciates the way her green eyes darken as she glances over at him or the way she moves her hips so that it shows just the right amount of thigh. A wife of the Uchiha—his wife—should not be walking so drunkenly in front of other men. It does not matter if it is only Naruto.
He has a sudden urge to tap his finger against his leg but is somehow able to fight it. If he is to see Sakura's hair piled high on her head, gleaming in soft fire light, wispy pink curls brushing against her neck in a teasing manner he would rather it be in the privacy of his own rooms with the tips of her hair wet and her skin pink from a very pleasing soak in the hot springs. He wants to see her hair brush against her nape only when he dislodges the pins that hold it in place. He wants to see her eyes dark in that way and her cheeks rosy only after sharing a few carafes of sake with no one but him.
She turns to Hinata, her voice suddenly soft, and he grinds his teeth as he rigidly settles in his seat. He curls his fingers into fists and tries very hard not to act like he is trying to hear what they are speaking of. After all he is an Uchiha and such things are obviously below him.
Naruto clears his throat, forcing Sasuke's attention away from the two women, and the look that Naruto gives him is one of disbelief that is bordering on irritation. He returns that look with his own glare. Whatever Naruto is thinking it is no concern of his.
A laugh, throaty and drunken, draws his attention and Sasuke suddenly finds that he is transfixed on the way Sakura's chest swells with each breath and the way she flashes an expanse of pale thigh when she shifts and crosses her leg. Suddenly his clothes feel several sizes too small and he is thinking of one thing and one thing only.
Rising from his seat is not a conscious thought and, even though, only moments ago he was very conscious of Sakura's looks and is acting in the presence of others he finds himself not caring what Hinata thinks (especially since this is all her fault) as he suddenly forces himself between the two women. The action throws Hinata to the side and the sound that she emits is somewhere between a strangled gasp and a protest.
He can't quite stop himself from smirking (which he soon discovers was not a smart thing to do) and draws his rather drunk wife closer.
"I think, Sakura, that you need to rest…Sakura?" He stops suddenly as her heads suddenly rolls over to rest on his chest. She emits one soft, drunken snore and suddenly her body is almost boneless against his. While he finds this all to be rather nice, Sasuke rather wishes that she would save this for their bed. His blood quickens when she curls slightly against him, baring her neck, only obscured by two wispy curls to him. His arms tighten around her and for a moment he almost forgets that he is not in the privacy of his own bedroom.
"Gods no! My virgin eyes!"
He could cheerfully kill Naruto at that exact moment, especially when Sakura suddenly jerks in his arms and lifts her head, blinking blurry eyes.
"My head hurts."
There is a rustle of cloth and both husband and wife look over to see a sympathetic Hinata making her way towards the couple.
"Sakura, I think it's time you went to sleep. Come on."
Sasuke glares at Hinata who just regards him with a cool expression. Does she really think that he doesn't know who is responsible for his wife being in this condition? He tightens his grip around Sakura's slim form, not hesitating to splay his hand on her hip. There is certainly no chance that he is letting the two of them sleep in the same room again—
Stars suddenly dance and for a moment he can't see clearly as Sakura suddenly cracks the top of her head against his chin and in an instant she is all but jumping out of his lap. Even with the way that he feels slightly dazed, he desperately grasps for his wife's hand. She freezes suddenly and he cannot quite stop the way that his mouth pulls up into a smirk. It never even occurs to him that she might be stopping for the reason that he thinks or that the reflexive smirk might be once again the wrong thing to do. A little too late he notices that the limb he is grasping is much too soft, almost…bouncy, and only partially covered in silk.
Cheeks heating, Sasuke snatches his hand away on reflex, and is almost…insulted…that his grip is not enough to make her moan.
Her green eyes, he is surprised to find, are narrowed at him for once and she is stepping away from him, her arms crossing over her chest. Hinata is standing up while Naruto stubbornly remains seated, his expression one of apparent disinterest for the sudden drama.
Sakura carefully steps away from him when he reaches for her again and does not stop until she is standing next to Hinata.
"Come, Sakura." The Hyuuga heiress says softly, placing her hands on Sakura's shoulder to guide her to the entrance. "You need to rest."
"I can't sleep with Sasuke?" The confusion in her voice gives him hope. He knows that it is morally wrong to take advantage of his wife in such a state, but he fully intends to take advantage of it if it will mean that he will be able to sleep with her tonight.
Not that he plans on doing anything beyond sleep. He really doesn't. However Hinata's voice when she speaks is manipulative and he wonders just how much of this has been planned.
"No, you can't. Remember what we talked about? He inconvenienced Lady Osira with his insipid, pointless demand. See? He smirks at you now. Come. We'll set up the bed you used last night."
There is a sound of a window opening and a slight chill enters the room, but since it does not seem to affect Sakura, he ignores it. Instead he is more concerned with the way Sakura looks at him. She is studying his face, her eyes not straying although she seems to pay particular interest in the way his mouth is still curved up into a smirk.
Sasuke, unfortunately, cannot say the same.
It is not really his fault, of course. If anyone is to blame it must be Hinata. He knows that Sakura would never dare to dress in a gown that shows off her bare shoulders so unashamedly, so it is not his fault that his eyes keep straying to that expanse of pale skin. Movement catches his gaze and while he notes her slender hand curling into a fist he doesn't think much of it, not at first at least. When he is finally able to force himself to look back at herself he sees an expression in her darkening green eyes. They are now a dark emerald, almost wistful in disappointment and narrow in something that is an unmistakable glint of anger.
It is something that he knows he has never seen in her before.
He is speechless when something that can only be described as a mask slides into place on her face. Suddenly her expression is bright and familiar and it makes him very nervous.
"That's right, Hina!" Sakura says suddenly and cheerfully, her voice grates against his nerves slightly. "I don't want to sleep with someone who will smirk at me like that!"
Sasuke can only stare dumbly as she all but skips out of the room after Hinata.
"Well," the new voice makes Sasuke cringe. Of course, things can only get worse. "That was a spectacularly pathetic display, little brother. I know our mother taught you better manners than that."
I swear Hinata, he vows silently, that I will have my revenge.