Party Time.
SasuSaku.
LEMON. Like, graphic. ;) Full of citrusy goodness. Ish.
Disc: Chhhyeahh righttt, if only I owned something this brilliant. You know, I'd really like some apple pie RIGHT NOW.
She frowned now, her pink ringlets bouncing with the angle of her head, staring at a spot just to the right of his face. She crossed her arms over her mint green tank top and narrowed her matching jade eyes.
Fucker thought he could question her actions? Psh, guess again.
"I don't need your approval to do what I want," She glanced angrily at his face before returning her vision to that one little spot on the wall.
"Stop acting like a child, and maybe no one will question you," He responded with a scowl, his eyes flashing dangerously.
His own hands were twitching dangerously and brushing against his dark wash blue jeans. His gut was unsettled, his insides shaking. He hated arguing with her but sometimes it was inevitable. He watched the annoyance and anger in her eyes grow and ran a twitching hand through his ebony hair, right through the colic, which bounced back naturally.
"Oh, I'm acting like a child? Hello, Mr. I-Throw-A-Temper-Tantrum-When-I-Don't-Get-What-I-Want," She hissed back, "You're the one that showed up here, at my party."
His dark navy eyes glared a hole through the wall for a moment before he returned them to her face, "You mean this rave?"
She could hear his teeth grinding against each other, "It isn't a rave. It's a party. A high school party. A Kegger. Accept or leave. And don't bother me anymore."
Sasuke blinked, shocked as she pushed her way through the crowd and away from him. He stared after her, un-sure of what to do. Obviously his first approach had been the wrong one. Now that he thought about it, walking up to her and demanding she end the party now and stop being so immature was a little butt-faceish.
His sharp onyx eyes watched as she began to dance with Kiba, one of their friends, and a rabid drinker, especially touchy when he was high. Which he happened to be right now, as his hands were snaking from her waist lower.
A low growl built in Sasuke's throat as Kiba's right hand made it to the flesh of her thigh, and then moved back upwards as the music pounded on, this time slipping beneath the hem of her short, tight skirt.
He was walking towards the pair when her eyes shot open, connecting with his as her lips parted in a pant. He clenched his teeth. Sakura was his, damn it. His hands were shoving Kiba away from her before he could gain control and the tousled brunette looked up at Sasuke from his current position on the floor of Sakura's living room, which happened to be where they'd been dancing.
The music continued to drone on and couple all around the three smartly minded their own business, dancing as Sakura ripped her arm away from Sasuke's grasp and turned to glare at him.
"Ugh! What is your problem, Sasuke?!"
"Seriously, Uchiha," Kiba grumbled, standing up and frowning, dusting invisible dirt off of him.
"Stay away from her," The dark-haired boy hissed, moving to stand in front of Sakura.
"No! Maybe I don't want him to stay away."
Sasuke spun around, facing her and sneered, "You need to get a grip on reality. Is this what you want? Do you want to fucking push me away, Sakura? When this party is over, the real world will fade back in and I swear to fucking Kami, I will shut you out."
The threat hung in the air, and Sakura looked thoughtful before a new burst of anger took over her being.
"How dare you threaten me, Sasuke! I'm not the one who's girlfriend caught them with a whore on their lap!"
"I told you," He growled, "She came after me and only deposited herself into my lap the moment you walked in. I wanted nothing to do with her."
"You wanted nothing to do with her?" Sakura scoffed, tears threatening to gather in her sparkling viridian eyes. "Everybody wants a piece of Karin."
"I didn't," He snarled, "I was content WITH YOU."
A shocked silence filled the room as the DJ paused the music. The lights turned on and all heads turned towards them, each and every one surprised with Uchiha Sasuke's confession. A single, patented Uchiha glare and the room became bustling and noisy once more, the lights flickering off and the dark haze filled with colored lights and loud music began again.
Sakura noticed Kiba had moved on to Ami, who was dancing heatedly up against him. She rolled her eyes, biting her lip. She didn't know if she could trust Sasuke- all of his previous girlfriends had labeled him gorgeous, good in bed, a really amazing kisser, but completely cold.
Sasuke had been anything but cold to her. Hell, they'd been together for the last two years and he'd even hinted he loved her.
Her gaze twisted back up to his stoic face, his eyes locking with hers again. She was only a little intoxicated…not to mention she'd smoked a bowl with Naruto and Neji twenty five minutes ago… Oh, who was she kidding? No one in their right mind (or their wrong mind?) wouldn't take Uchiha Sasuke back. She dove on the Uchiha, smashing her lips into his, and kissing him fiercely.
Unsurprisingly, he kissed back, hard, causing her to pull back after a few moments and take a deep breath. Their eyes locked again and Sakura felt the overwhelming urge to jump his bones right there on the dance floor but she stood her ground.
"I don't know what to say to you," She told him honestly.
He said nothing, just grabbed her hand and pulled, leading her up the stairs of her house and into her bedroom. Shikamaru and Ino were lying on Sakura's bed casually making out but one look from Sakura to Ino and the blonde giggled, tugging Shikamaru lazily out the door behind her. Sasuke slammed the piece of oak shut into its place and locked it easily behind him, pulling Sakura down onto the bed with him in one swift motion.
"You don't have to say anything," He told her, his hand slipping gently beneath her tank top, "All you have to do is scream my name."
His arrogance didn't throw her- Sasuke was usually this way when he was grumpy and horny at the same time, she just had to knock him down a peg or two most of the time. Making him beg was her favorite.
The top was pulled swiftly over her head, leaving her black lace bra in it's wake. She grinned and flipped them over so she was on top, slipping one hand under his shirt to rub little enticing circles on his hip bone, and leaning down to kiss him while she used the other to scratch his scalp playfully while running her fingers through his dark locks.
He groaned beneath her, breaking the kiss and leveling her with a firm glare. She smirked at him, dipping two fingers below the waistband of his jeans, making him clench his jaw anxiously.
She leaned down again, catching his lips once more before sliding her tongue along his jaw line in an easy movement. Her nimble fingers un-buttoned the jeans quickly, slipping her hand into them and under the cloth of his boxers. He groaned as her soft hand found him with its straightforward, placid caress, leaving him breathless for a long moment until she let go of his hair with the other hand to yank his jeans down farther.
He swallowed and regained his thought process, kicking his jeans off on his own before yanking her back down on top of him and then flipping over. He started attacking her velvety neck with his tongue, leaving blossoming purple marks on the creamy skin as he went.
She moaned, her eyes snapping open as he tugged off the lacy black fabric that confined her breasts, leaving them bare to endure his noxious kisses. Her high increased as he focused his attention on them.
Both of her hands were in his hair, tugging and scraping as he indulged himself in her. One slipped out, running its claws down his shoulder-blade. His eyes flickered up to her, head arched back, lips parted, a light sheen of sweat already forming on her brow.
She looked easily back down at him, cradling his head between her hands again for a moment before one fell away, and crept into his boxers again, finding him. He grunted, his toes curling and un-curling as she so eloquently pleased him, watching his face with a tranquil expression.
As he let himself go into her palm, his head drooped, landing easily in the crevice of her neck and collar bone, where he caught his breath and laid gentle kisses there. She giggled beneath him, her hand returning to his sight. Feeling serene, he gripped her hips and hoisted her farther up, causing her to yelp. He slid a hand up her skirt just as Kiba had done, scraping the edge of the fabric that resided there.
(And let me just say, there wasn't a lot of it.)
She arched into his palm, moist with desire. He smirked down at her, grasping the thin material and ripping it away, abandoning the sensitive skin for a moment before returning to it. Sakura hissed beneath his cool touch as he slid two fingers inside of her. His mouth met her own in a needy kiss while his index and middle finger moved, the other hand holding down her hips. She groaned, nibbling at his bottom lip.
He extracted the two digits, pulling away from her for a few moments as the textile of his own undergarments dropped away. She watched him lustfully as he reached for her nightstand, pulling a packaged square from its depth. (Practice safe sex, kiddies.) After he'd slicked it on, he was back, warming her skin with his own again. He yanked the stretchy material of her skirt away before he met her lips in a kiss, entering her in the same moment.
Their kisses were heated and greedy as Sasuke set the pace of their horizontal mambo, Sakura's hands roaming his toned chest with indecision. The headboard hit the wall once, twice, three times… Sasuke pulled his face away from hers, resting forehead to forehead as he slowed before stopping entirely.
An unanswered question remained in her jade eyes as each tried to fill their lungs with oxygen.
"Sasuke?" She panted, her soft breath ghosting his nose.
"I'm sorry," He gasped, sucking in a breath, looking down at her. "I should've never let her get that close."
Sakura tittered, tilting her head and capturing his lips again before returning her forehead to his. "I love you."
He nodded, thrusting into her again, "I know."
The slick feel of skin on skin added to the friction they were causing together. He could hear the party going on downstairs over their own noises, and he groaned as she tightened considerably around him. She let out a low whimper as she rode her peak, and he let out a low guttural moan as well before giving in and letting himself climax.
Sasuke pulled away from her minutes later, moving into her attached bath to clean himself up. Sakura sighed, rolling off of her bed and moving over to her dresser to pull out a bra and another pair of panties- Sasuke had ripped hers clean off, and she didn't even bother searching for them to see if they were repairable.
After tugging on a pair of hip-hugging jean shorts and another camisole, she turned to Sasuke, who had gotten his pants on. She moved over to him silently, yanking his shirt off of the chair that sat next to her bed and wrapped her arms around his body, burying her nose in his chest.
His arms came around her, holding her close for a moment before their lips met in one more chaste kiss on the lips. She handed him the black fabric and his shirt was returned to it's original position. Sakura moved ahead of him and out of the bedroom to re-join all of her party guests and see how much damage had been done to her house in the last forty-five minutes while she was…indisposed.
Sasuke followed behind silently, his gut finally settled.
All was right again.
(Plus, they just had some awesome make-up sex, right? Haha.)
I haven't done a lemon in awhile and I thought I would cause I'm kinda rusty.
I don't know. What'd y'all think?!
Please. Review, lovelies. :)