Oh, What the Hell
Chapter 2
"What a bore."
"Oh, shut the hell up! You're an inconsolable-"
"Don't be a brat."
"Ugh!" Sakura flung her pen across the table in a huff and violently glared at the redhaired man in front of her.
She sat back and blew her hair out of her face indignantly. For the past few weeks since her exponential birthday extravaganza, Sakura had been avoiding Sasuke's apartment dwelling with fever. Despite all this, Itachi and his group had found seemingly every which way to corner her.
Currently Sasori had blocked her in her office to 'redecorate' her office space with more 'tasteful' pieces. Sakura would normally have been fine with it had he not brought in a nude painting of her to hang on the adjacent wall.
Sakura sighed, leaning her head into the heel of her palm. "Please, Sasori-"
"It's considered rude to not accept gifts."
"But it's not-" Sakura rubbed her forehead and dramatically worked her hand over her tired eyes. She looked at the painting now hanging delicately over her file cabinet.
Sasori missed no detail in his presumption of what she looked like nude. She had to admit he was skilled and quite accurate in his imagination. She normally would have been extremely flattered considering the beautiful angles he painted her in. The highlight along her hip bone, the sheen of her skin in the sunlight, and even the different pink tones in her hair. Of course, she couldn't miss the matching pink to the curls of her genital region.
She felt the blood rush to her face, and she dropped her head in her hand again to hide her embarrassment.
His sudden looming presence hovered over her and cast a shadow on her paperwork. She raised her head slowly and peered up through her lashes at him. He was watching her with bored eyes and was lazily tracing her features. She flushed under his heavy scrutiny and cleared her throat.
She leaned back in her chair and tapped nervous fingers on the desk.
"Thank you, Sasori." She breathed through her nose and waved absently in the direction of the unexpected gift. "It was very generous of you."
"Do you like it?" He pressed leaning a hip against her desk to cross his arms in front of his chest.
Sakura stood and passed around the other side of the desk to stand in front of the painting. She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head to the side. She shifted on her heels and leaned with a hip jutted out casually. She studied the painting closely and struggled to find anything oddly out of place.
"Do I really look like that?" She murmured.
Sasori had shifted behind her and she nearly jumped out of her skin when his body pressed against her backside.
"Perhaps you would let me paint you and we could compare." His hot breath fanned over the shell of her ear and a surge of chills crawled down her spine.
Sakura eyed the painting and hummed to herself. She looked at the serene tone in her face bathed in the sunlight on the hillside. She felt oddly at peace and Sakura wondered what gave him the idea she was ever so relaxed. But as she looked on, Sakura understood a tad into what he thought of her.
"Perhaps." She muttered to herself toying with the idea. Would I look as soft and tender?
Hands gently traced along the side of her body, and her skin came to life in goosebumps. Sasori's breath continued to fan over the side of her head. His masculine cologne filtered past her nose, and inhaled sharply to bathe in it. She leaned back on her heels and further into his lithe frame.
"Perhaps." The artist muttered back, his firm hands settling on her shoulders, fingers slipping under the collar of her shirt to massage her collarbone.
Sakura jolted from her lulled state, and she stepped away to wrap her hands along her elbows. She guided herself around him back to her desk, and leaned against it for support.
Her thighs clenched closed at the heat in his brown eyes.
She cleared her throat again before focusing on the piles of paperwork on her desk. Sasori took a moment to adjust the canvas on her wall, and he moved back her succulents on top of the file cabinet. He grabbed his jacket from the spare chair and swung it on. He tossed his hair out of his face, and she was caught mesmerized by the motion.
"Come to my studio soon and we can replace this one with something more accurate." He tossed a card with foil print on her desk, and she picked it up quickly.
Running her fingers over the edges of the thick card, she made a motion to halt him in the doorway of her office.
"Thank you-"
"Don't keep me waiting too long."
Her mouth snapped shut and he disappeared from her sight. Rude ass. She held the card close to her face and noticed his cell number written neatly underneath the studio title.
"Brat." She murmured stuffing the card in her shirt pocket.
Sakura crossed her arms again and she turned her attention to the painting. She deflated instantly and hummed to herself. She supposed she could take him up on the offer.