"Hmm, looking through the clan archives; you think you'll find something there?" Tsunade looked over Sakura's hastily scribbled request for access. She folded her hands and looked up at her protégé who was nearly bouncing on her heels with energy and excitement. She'd been counseling Sakura for months now on how to deal with Konoha's stubborn donkeys, and while she wanted to kick the council door in so hard they died shitting themselves, ultimately, this was Sakura's project—her way to make her name in the world; she had to lead this charge herself. Sakura would also need this valuable experience for when she took over as the Head of Medicine when either Itachi or Naruto were named the Rokudaime.
"I think it's a better shot than what I've had access to before," Sakura said semi-confidently, almost choking on the words. It was a monumental request to ask to see the negotiating contracts between the clans and Konoha and the contracts between clans. If any clan found out she was requesting this, they could mount quite a complaint since she had no clan affiliation of her own. Such documents were really only reserved for the clan heads, elders, or high-ranking officials in Konoha's government; Sakura was none of those categories.
Tsunade studied her for a minute, then nodded her head and took out a blank scroll. "How long are you planning to stay in there, Sakura?" Tsunade scribbled out her access to the classified area of the archives.
Sakura gave an awkward laugh and twirled a piece of her hair. "Eh my shift isn't until tomorrow night, Shishou. I can afford to pull an all-nighter."
Tsunade shook her head and pulled out a bottle of her sake from her secret stash. Just the thought of pulling all-nighters at her age made her need a drink. "Just make sure you get some sleep. I'll send an ANBU member to relieve the archive operator when it's late. Just because you plan to work all night doesn't mean that poor soul has to."
Tsunade held out the freshly signed scroll which Sakura took gratefully. She bowed and was about to walk out the door when her shishou called out. "Oh and Sakura,"
"Hmm, Shishou?" She turned back to her mentor.
"When you figure this out, I have another special bottle of hot sake waiting for us to enjoy," Tsunade shook the bottle gleefully, unconcerned with the few drops that spilled onto her desk.
"Wherever that bottle is hidden Shishou, it hasn't been waiting for that moment," Sakura deadpanned. It was well speculated that Tsunade had a bottle of sake hidden in every floorboard in the Hokage tower.
"Yes, but Shizune wont't get on my case for celebrating outsmarting the council, so sake on me," She poured a generous helping into her cup and downed it in one gulp.
Sakura laughed and rolled her eyes at her mentor's clear enjoyment. She walked down the stairs and over to the archives to begin another long night of researching. Hopefully, this night wouldn't turn out like the others.
As Sakura made her exit, Tsunade downed her cup of sake in one gulp, then made a two-finger hand sign to summon her ANBU guard. Hebi stood silently, fist resting on his popped-out hip. Tsunade took her time pouring another shot of sake for dramatic effect; she wanted to draw out the curiosity factor some. Hebi waited silently, but impatience and irritation rolled from his body like waves cresting on the sand; he hadn't gotten to stretch his legs in a truly challenging assignment in weeks, and his body was itching with the pent-up energy. He had little time nor patience for the Hokage's flair for the dramatics.
A long moment of silence continued between them until Tsunade had finally had enough of waiting for him to address her. "Fine," she narrowed her amber eyes at his lack of participation. "I should be offended that you're so bored guarding your Hokage… but I'll let it slide since you have valuable information."
Hebi stayed in his position, but years of working with him assured her that a single, perfectly-sculpted brow was raised behind the eerie porcelain mask. The silence dragged on.
"You're no fun." Tsunade tossed Sakura's scroll to the ANBU operative, who caught it effortlessly, scanned the content, and tossed it back to her. "That will give you something to do since you don't seem to want to give me any insider information on the betting pool. I'm telling you, if anyone knows before me, I'm busting your ass down to supervising a genin team."
"Then who would cast the genjutsu keeping Shizune from finding your stash illegal Lightening Country sake?" The taunting smirk was clear in his seemingly monotoned voice.
"Damn brat." Tsunade mumbled and waved her hand to dismiss him.
Hebi shushinned out of the Hokage tower and towards the Konoha archives.
Chineo, the archive operator on duty, glanced up at the scroll Sakura produced and gave her a sympathetic smile.
"Another day in the archives, Sakura-san?"
"Another one," She nodded with a bit of embarrassment. "But I think I might be on the right track this time."
He nodded and stamped her scroll then pulled out a small burgundy book. Sakura bit her thumb easily and held it out to press her blood onto the seal granting her entrance to the confidential archives. Once Chineo was satisfied with her print, he closed the book and pointed her on her way.
Sakura walked around the corner to the hidden passageway of the clan records annex. To anyone else, it looked like just another daunting shelf of books and scrolls, but the entrance way was guarded with seals that would shock anyone who was not in the burgundy book trying to enter the area. She walked through the seals, still half expecting to be shocked, and then to the nearest table. She set her bag down on the table and pulled out a storage scroll, a blank scroll for note taking, and a brush and inkwell.
Once satisfied with her workspace, Sakura walked through the clan archives searching for the first scrolls of agreements between the Senju and the Uchiha, which started the village of Konoha and the entire Hidden village system. Grabbing a few from Hashirama and Madara's negotiations and some from Hashirama's reign as Hokage, she then walked over to the current scrolls from Tsunade's tenure and grabbed a few of them. She organized them by time period then alphabetical subject matter and got to work reading the oldest scroll from the Senju-Uchiha ceasefire.
Her plan was to first work through the clan agreements with Konoha since those were obviously the most pertinent to the council; she also hoped it would be a little easier since there were less Hokages than clan heads and obviously fewer negotiation combinations. The clans of Fire country had been negotiating for decades, even centuries. Each clan head could have countless agreements with other clans; a copy of all of those agreements were stored in the archives for litigation purposes if one clan felt they had been wronged or another clan had failed to uphold their end of the bargain.
Sakura also figured that it would be smarter to burn the candle at both ends rather than going chronologically through each Hokage's tenure, especially because not every clan joined Konoha at the same time; one reason the Four Noble Clans were referred to as such was because of how early each had joined Konoha. Perhaps it was childish, but her strategy would also allow her to put off reading the policies from Tobirama's tenure that came so close to the massacre of an entire clan.
Sakura read through scroll after scroll, making notations of material that could be helpful on the blank one she'd brought; she created her own key of sorts to remember which scrolls to go back to in the archive. Predictably, she didn't find much in Tsunade's tenure that was new; being the Hokage's apprentice meant that Sakura already had access to so much of the information. She knew that looking at Tsunade's scrolls wouldn't give her much, if anything at all, but she couldn't afford to leave any stone unturned.
Despite the minor waste of looking at Tsunade's scrolls, Hashirama's negotiation with Madara was bearing the most fruit so far. According to their initial stipulations, the clans would retain full autonomy in matters deemed solely in the interest of the clan in order to prevent Konoha's council from installing puppet clan heads or making decisions on matters that would affect the clan's ability to care for their own. Sakura could imagine that that was a non-negotiable for both clans, and was probably the reason why many of the other clans had felt secure enough to join the village in the first place; no clan would have ever allowed Konoha the ability to make decisions on their kekkei genkai and on how they preserved their family techniques. Sakura had copied down that information word for word and heavily documented the scroll's original location.
She took the scrolls back to their respective storage locations then grabbed a few scrolls from Tobirama's tenure and from the Hyūga's negotiations with Konoha. The Hyūga were by far the most stringent clan, allowing in no one from outside of the clan. The only reason Hinata hadn't been sealed after accepting her engagement to Naruto was because they didn't want to stroke Naruto's wrath, especially if he was to become the 6th Hokage. Hinata had still been forced to give up her position as clan heir to Hanabi, but Hinata hadn't minded much; it had been very clear since childhood who the stronger sister, and thus the clan heir, was. Hinata had said that there were whispers of the Branch family having mixed emotions about her not being sealed, but no one was so reckless to air their complaints aloud.
Hyūga/Konoha Negotiation Scroll 2.2A- Stipulations on Marriage
The Hyūga retain the rights to control the marriage of any member for the protection of the Byakugan, hence forth referred to as "the eyes". The Main House will refer to the Head of the Clan and his first born. All other members of the clan will be referred to as the Branch House and will be sealed with the Caged Bird curse seal for the protection of the eyes.
The Main House will approve of every marriage in the clan and will have first selection of a Branch House member to bear the next heir. The Branch House member selected will be required to undergo weekly fertility treatments for expedited conception.
Already sealed, a Branch House member may marry outside of the clan only at the approval of the Head of the Clan. The entire family will be required to reside in the segregated quarters for non-Hyūga at the southern edge of the Hyūga compound. The outsider married by the Branch member will not be considered a part of the clan and will have no such protections provided by the clan.
Any offspring produced by a Branch member and an outsider will become the property of the Hyūga clan and will be sealed as a Branch member 3 days after birth. Any offspring too weak to receive the seal 3 days after birth will be eliminated to prevent deterioration within the clan.
Failure to comply will result in the immediate removal and destruction of the eyes; further consequences will include banishment, sterilization, and death at the sole discretion of the Main House.
Sakura hands shook in rage as she read scroll after scroll of negotiations, particularly about the Branch family's duty to serve and protect the Main house above their duty to protect Konoha. Politically, she understood how Konoha would have had to agree to the Hyūga'sdemands or risk them joining another village in Fire Country, but she just couldn't believe that Hinata and Neji had grown up like this. Sakura took notes from some of the Hyūga scrolls, but her stomach couldn't take digesting much more than surface level information. She couldn't let herself think of the legal consequences for Hinata and Naruto's relationship or Neji and Tenten's. How a clan, a family, could treat its own members as expendable, she couldn't understand.
As she set the Hyūga scrolls aside, Sakura glanced to the ominous pile of scrolls to her right. If she couldn't even handle the Hyūga scrolls, how could she stomach looking at the next set on her list? She dreaded the thought of looking through Tobirama's orders, but she forced herself to unravel them.
"Sakura-san, I'm heading out."
"Shit!" Sakura's heart nearly jumped out of her chest! She'd been so focused on reading the scrolls that she hadn't noticed the waning hours or Chineo walking up behind her. Some kunoichi she was right now.
"Un, thank you Chineo-san," Sakura tried to catch her breath as if she hadn't just been scared to death. Chineo's eyebrow rose, but the pinkette waved him off.
"I'm fine, really," Sakura tried her best to sound reassuring. From the look Chineo gave her, she had failed miserably.
"Ok…" Chineo continued to look at her skeptically, then made his way towards the exit of the secure archives. "ANBU-san will be here to watch the archives."
"Right. Have a great night, Chineo-san!" She gave him a wave then turned back to her scrolls. Before digging back into her research, she flared her chakra, trying to feel the ANBU operative. But of course she couldn't feel them; they were ANBU for a reason. ANBU hid their chakra even during hospital physicals to ensure that no one knew who they were. All anyone knew of them was the animal on their mask. In the worst case, Sakura felt their chakra when she operated on them and had to coax their chakra into gentle submission to stop fighting hers off.
Hebi stood in the shadows, feeling Sakura's chakra wash over him. His own chakra moved beneath his skin, feeling the brief presence of a foreign energy, then settling down when it recognized hers. He had had her chakra in his body enough to recognize her warm signature nearly immediately.
Having recovered from her brief distraction, Sakura turned back to the 2nd Hokage's scrolls. Twenty of them. Stacked so innocently on the table. She took a deep breath, popped open the first one, and got to work.
The language was sickeningly similar to the way the Hyūga referred to their Branch family. Tobirama's hatred for the Uchiha clan ran deep, clear, unmissable. There was no way his views hadn't slipped into those of his students who now sat on Konoha's council and controlled ANBU…and had been Hokage. Sakura didn't want to think that the Third might not have been so innocent in the deteriorated relationship between Konoha and the Uchiha clan. Could her own Shishou on some level share her great uncle's disdain?
No! Sakura shook her head. Tsunade was nothing like the 2nd. She had worked incredibly hard to limit the council's power and to extract the Root operatives out of ANBU, weakening Danzo's influence in the organization. She'd even threatened to bring down charges of war crimes for Danzo's suggestion of annihilating the clan. Tsunade was doing her best to keep the old guard on a leash and usher in a new generation of leadership, free from the prejudice of the Warring Clans period. The 2nd's influence would end with this last council.
The time passed by quickly and slowly at the same time. Her back, neck, and eyes were groaning in protest at the hours she'd spent unflinchingly reading the scrolls from the 2nd Hokage, then the 4th. She had finally gotten to the 3rd Hokage's scrolls, but she doubted she'd find much more than what she'd found in the 1st and 2nd Hokage's scrolls: clan autonomy and the true size of the Uchiha compound upon relocation, including areas of the surrounding forest that hadn't been developed yet but were still within Konoha's boundary line. When looking at locations for the hospital, Sakura would keep that in mind. But location didn't matter if she couldn't get the funding to build anything.
"There's got to be something!" Sakura grumbled. She looked over to her bag and thought about popping another soldier pill for the energy. It had to be nearly 4 in the morning. She shook her head, deciding against the artificial boostl; she didn't want to mess up her sleep cycle for when she was finally finished for the night. Sakura grabbed the next scroll and opened it, lazily grazing her eyes over the text, more scanning than actually reading. Until her eyes came to a certain line.
Immediately, Sakura perked up. She reread the scroll furiously, making sure that she hadn't misread the 3rd Hokage's neat handwriting. She reread the scroll again, and again a third time until her brain finally registered the words. This was it! This was what she needed!
Sakura screamed in glee, causing the ANBU operative, whom she had completely forgotten about, to appear in front of her, tantō unsheathed and ready for battle. Sakura's eyes widened as she looked at the porcelain snake mask.
"Sorry Hebi-san! Everything's fine, I just…I found it." Sakura's eyes glimmered with excitement and a hint of exhaustion. Her hair was a bit frazzled from countless hours of pushing her hand through it and tugging on strands in frustration. The ANBU operative looked around the room, making sure there was no danger then disappeared back to his hiding spot.
Sakura turned back to the Third's scroll and furiously copied down the notes in her own scroll, filling line after line with her transcription. Her previous exhaustion vanished completely as her primary strategy revealed itself. With what she found, she wouldn't need to take her research to Suna; all she would need was one meeting and her dream for the hospital would be a reality.
An hour went by before she completely finished mapping out her strategy. The table was littered with paper: mock hospital blue prints, a location scouting checklist, estimated construction budgets, estimated operation budgets, multiple drafts of her official proposal for the Hokage and the council, multiple drafts of her elevator pitch, but most importantly, her notes scroll detailing all the information she needed from the Third's scroll, combined with what she'd found earlier in the Senju-Uchiha contract for Konoha, and the 2nd's scroll on the Uchiha compound area. She would need to cross-reference the land holdings for the best possible location, but that didn't need to be done today. Today, she could rest with a sense of victory and satisfaction.
Sakura looked at the absolute carnage left by her fierce research and could feel no disdain from her neat-freak personality; all this carnage was success. All this carnage was for Konoha's future. Of course she would clean it up, but at this moment she reveled in her victory.
"Cha! Suck it, you old windbags!" She punched her fist in the air, then began to neatly roll the paper up. She put back all of the Hokage scrolls into their rightful place then sealed all of her scrolls into one storage scroll and tucked it into her bag. She sealed her inkwell into a different scroll, terrified that it would spill on her notes, then wiped the table down to make sure she didn't leave any ink residue for someone else to have to deal with. As she looked over the room, satisfied that it was a spotless as she'd found it, Sakura bit her lip; her energy was still buzzing with exhilaration. There was no possible way that she could just go home and sleep. She needed to burn off this 2nd wind, and she knew just how she wanted to do that. Sakura walked out of the sealed room and towards the door of the archives, but stopped before exiting. She didn't know exactly where the ANBU operative was, but she knew he wouldn't leave until she was out of the building.
"Hopefully you can go home now, Hebi-san. Good night," Sakura called out, slightly guilty that she'd kept the operative up so late; he still had to report to the Hokage after all, and even that wouldn't be the end of his night… well, day.
Sasuke slipped into his room before the sun rose over the village, relieved that most of the compound was still asleep. Even more importantly, he thanked the gods that he'd chosen a house with the window to his bedroom on the opposite side from his parents' home; that simple forethought of architecture gave him as much privacy as he could have in a family compound with his coming and going at all hours of the day and night.
He stripped the weighty ANBU vest off his chest and laid it neatly in its drawer, followed by his snake mask, bracers, and arm guards. He toed off his socks and then sat on his bed to remove his shin guards and pants. He tossed the armor and clothing near their respective homes and shrugged when the guards didn't quite make it into the drawer and his pants landed near enough to his laundry hamper to count as in. 'Close enough,' He thought as he pulled his shirt off and dropped it on top of his pants.
Sasuke rolled his stiff shoulders and stretched, feeling a satisfying 'pop' from his stiff joints as he made his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and a quick snack before he crashed for the night…morning… overnight duty always threw him off for the rest of the day. He stepped through the doorway and was greeted with a sight that saw his tiredness evaporate and his blood rush to his cock so fast he was nearly dizzy from the loss of oxygen.
Leaning over the kitchen island as if it was the most comfortable chaise was Sakura, reading some scroll that he'd left on his kitchen table before he reported to his shift of guarding (babysitting) the Hokage. Sakura rested on her elbows with her back curved in a smooth line, the rosy tips of her nipples brushing the countertop with each breath she took. Her position accentuated the long line of her legs, supple, toned, flawless; each curve of muscle led his gaze to the next until he laid eyes on her unclothed snatch. Those plump lips tantalized him in their fullness. Pink nether hair, trimmed into an enticing triangle, curled playfully towards her clit, begging him to enter her already dripping cavern. Her ass cheeks rounded into curved hips and the stripe of her spine tempted him to connect every freckle and mole with the trace his tongue. He could practically hear the moan that would tumble from her ruddy mouth. The soft lighting of his kitchen was a pale imitation of sunlight shining over her creamy skin and glistening through her thick hair.
Feeling his eyes on her, she turned and her lips formed a bright, devastating smile. Sakura set the scroll aside and fondled one of her breasts, twirling the peaked nipple nimbly between her fingers. She watched his eyes take in her motions and felt heady with power. She nearly moaned at the sharp slice of pleasure from her sensitive body.
The mischief twinkling in her beryl orbs was a siren's call. Sakura was beautiful.
His palms itched and his mouth ran dry. His chest tightened in anticipation and his cock stood at attention, ready for her command. He didn't need the Sharingan to remember this, her completely naked and bent over his kitchen island, waiting for him; he'd never forget it. Sasuke smirked, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was husky with a blazing hunger, but not for food. Sakura felt a shiver run down her spine at the way he looked at her: like a predator ready to devour his prey. That was exactly how she wanted him.
Her smile transformed to a full grin that would have put the Cheshire cat to shame. Sasuke watched her pink tongue skate across the bottom of her teeth as her eyes took in his form—leisurely, patient, as if she had all the time in the world to get what she wanted.
"I found a way to get the hospital built," Her voice was breathy to his ears, and Sasuke shouldn't have been so turned on by her talking about funding for a children's hospital, but here he was…cock thickening at the octave of her words. He gazed at her; she read his desire clearly.
"So what," he shrugged feigning nonchalance. "You craving victory sex already?"
"Mmhmm," Sakura winked, and smiled at his quick burst of laughter. "And if I remember correctly" she wagged her ass temptingly, drawing his eyes back to her fully exposed body, "I was promised great sex against the counter; I'm cashing that promise in as my prize."
"Hn." 'Gladly.' Sasuke stalked towards her and Sakura felt her inner muscles clench in anticipation as she watched the dark and handsome man come closer. His thick cock thumped solidly against his thigh with each step. Sakura licked her lips; the muscle left a sticky trail of precum from his thigh to the tip, breaking, only for a new string to take its place with his next step. She rubbed her thighs together to ease the throbbing ache between her legs. Sakura turned to face the kitchen wall, readying herself for him to satisfy her craving.
Her eyes fluttered shut when Sasuke ran his strong hand up her hamstring and grabbed a solid grip of her ass. He pulled one cheek up, forcing Sakura to raise up on her toes. Feeling her cunt spread for him, she moaned and arched her back further. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his full length, bringing her head to his shoulder and her ass firm against his pelvis. He wrapped his hand around her stomach, hot fingers splayed over her mound in a small attempt at protecting her from hitting the counter, then surged inside her.
"Uhhhhn," she moaned loudly. Her legs quivered and she braced herself against the counter with her hands. It was perfect. He slid further, meeting little resistance thanks to the built-up slick from her playing with herself while she waited for him to come into the kitchen. He picked up her right hand and sucked the middle digit into his mouth to taste the sweet tang of her essence, then let her brace the counter again.
Pulling back, he groaned at the tight clench and wet slide of her delectable cunt, then fucked into her relentlessly. His hips slapped firmly against her jiggling ass, filling his kitchen with the erotic sounds of their breathless moans and already sweating skin bouncing against each other. Sakura pushed back against him, thrusting her pussy gladly back to force him further into her. His cock surged through her. She could feel him in her stomach, could feel his granite hard muscles solidly against her legs, could feel his bruising grip on her hips. And she loved every moment of it.
"Yes, Sasuke, yes!" she called out hoarsely. She nearly forgot that it was past 5 in the morning and others in the compound could be waking up. All her mind could focus on was the man behind her, giving her body everything it needed. Sasuke thrusted his hand into her hair and wrenched her head back, careful even in his aggression to keep her on the right side of pain. His actions forced her back to bow, exposing the creamy column of her throat to his scorching lips and her breasts to his massive hands.
Just one of his hands completely covered her pert and jostling breasts with ease. Each scrape of her nipples against his callouses sent a unique tingle to the roots of her scalp. He squeezed her tight for leverage, then bent his knees and fucked up into her moist heat. His lips devoured her throat, sucking and nipping rings that would leave a purple bruise later in the day if she left them without her healing chakra. Sakura bit her lip and she whimpered, eagerly taking his every thrust. His lips left her neck to bite the sensitive junction behind her ear, then his tongue soothed the area with probing licks. Then he whispered, moaning hotly in her ear.
"Sakura, uhn. So tight."
"Sasukkeee—" she whined, unable to form sentences but desperate for him to do anything except stop. His balls slapped against her pulsing clit. Sakura could feel her cunt throbbing around him and took deep breaths to stave off her orgasm. Each moment she denied herself would only build to a more gloriously fulfilling ending.
"Sasuke!" She called out again. He grunted in response and raised her knee to lie flat on the counter, forcing her to lift onto her toes and tilt her hips up. Every strike of his thick cock nailed her G-spot perfectly and her arms shook from the force. Sasuke reached his hand around her bent knee and rubbed her clit in small, fast circles. His fingers slipped from her syrupy juice gathered there but it was enough to edge her. As soon as he felt her clit begin to throb and her muscles start to clench, he pulled back slowly, dragging his meat against her slick walls until only the tip remained enclosed in her gooey center. He pushed in dangerously slow until they were fully connected again and waited. Their chests moved in tandem with their harsh breathing. Sasuke traced his fingers up and down her taunt stomach and was pleased every time her pussy gave an involuntary twitch, begging for him to move again. Sakura leaned back against him and they both groaned as her tilted hips forced him completely to the root inside her. Sakura slipped a hand over his strong jawline and cheek bones and into the slick hair at the nape of his neck, massaging the tense muscles.
Sasuke looked down at her, jade eyes hazy and soft with lust, glistening beautifully as she looked up at him. His eyes shifted down to her wet, succulent lips, red from her teeth sinking into them. At once there were both a million breaths between them and no distance at all. The air around them was intoxicating and heavy with the scent of their sex. It would be so easy for him to bend down and capture her lips for the first time. But that was her boundary. He wouldn't cross it. No matter how much his instincts screamed at him to learn the taste of her before he never had the chance again.
Sakura smiled devilishly at him and moaned loudly, squeezing his cock until he had to break eye contact with her and clasp her hips for support against the feeling. He leaned his forehead on her back, ignoring the way their sweat mingled and plastered his hair to his head. Sakura smirked and turned towards the kitchen wall and squeezed her inner muscles again.
"Alright," Sasuke ground out and pulled back. He lifted his head and gave her one solid thrust, wrenching a long, drawn out whimper of his name from her ruby lips. "That what you want?"
"Sasuke," Sakura wiggled her hips to get him to move. Her needy whine struck his heavy, aching sac just right. Sasuke slapped her ass in response, satisfied to watch her quiver around him for a moment more. Just as she was about to complain again for him to move, Sasuke smirked and slammed into her, giving her exactly what she wanted.
"Aaaughn!" Sakura screamed and Sasuke wrapped his hand around her mouth to prevent any of his family from hearing how good he fucked her with his thick steel. She moaned into his palm with each rough thrust that threatened to push her over the edge.
Gods their sex was so good, too good.
Sakura felt her toes tingle as Sasuke used her body to bring them both towards the glowing precipice. He folded his body over her, pressing all of his muscles, hard as stone, against her back. She loved the feel of every delicious inch of his entire body dwarfing her with its size. He wrapped his other arm around her and used his nimble fingers to circle her exposed clit again. Moan after filthy moan clawed its way out of her throat and into his hand, encouraging him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper, until she would collapse from the sheer pleasure of it.
Sakura opened her eyes and her gaze caught on the red and white uchiwa hanging over his kitchen window. She felt its weight watching them take and give pleasure in what would become his family home. She closed her eyes again, shutting out everything but the glorious feel of his thick cock spearing her open. Sasuke removed his hand from her mouth and pulled her leg off the counter, letting her bring it down to meet the other, tightening her cunt and adding sweet pressure to her clit. Every thrust seared her body with electricity. Her fingertips, the roots of her hair, the nerves of her spine: all of it both a livewire and a lightning rod.
Sakura could feel her body quivering again. She was so close. Wicked pleasure curled darkly in her womb, circling into a tight ball ready to unravel. Each thrust was pulling her closer, closer to that sweet edge until she tumbled over into the abyss.
"Sasuke—I'm- Aaaah!"
"Uhn, uhn. I know," he grunted into her ear, hot breath tickling over the exposed shell. "Just a little more, Sakura." His sac tightened with need, ready to spill his hot cum inside her. Her slippery inner muscles started to undulate in a pattern that told him she was right there. So close. So. fucking. close.
"Cum for me, Sakura," He whispered in her ear, thrusting fully even as his molten seed spurted into her. He moved her hair to the side and marked her neck, suckling the shallow bite wound.
"Aaah, Sasuke-kun!" Sakura finally tumbled over the cliff with lightning setting fire to her veins. It was as if she could feel his Chidori cresting over her every muscle. Her toes curled and her pussy lips shivered in pure delight. Sasuke pulled out and dropped to his knees behind her, pressing his tongue into her shivering cunt to eat the mix of their juices out of her. He used one hand to rub her clit to prolong her orgasm, enticing her muscles to clench around his slick tongue. His other hand wrapped around her legs to hold her cunt steady to his mouth, even as she wiggled under the intensity of her orgasm and his feasting.
Sakura gripped the kitchen island so hard she thought the stone would crumble under her immense strength. Her body felt listless. All she could do was moan as he devoured her.
"Sasuke, too much," she whimpered. Sasuke stood, trailing his nail over her oversensitive flesh as he pressed their bodies back together. Sasuke wrapped one hand around her waist to hold her to him. They moved together, breathing harshly but satisfied. Sakura loved the warmth exuding from him, coaxing her into a lethargic state. She barely registered her hair being moved away and his hot lips placing scorching, gentle, soothing kisses at her neck and shoulder. His firm body supported hers; she was nearly too exhausted to stand.
"How long were you going to wait here if I didn't come to the kitchen?" Sasuke asked amused at the possible flaw in her plan. She felt his lips form a smirk against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"Shh you're ruining the moment with logic," Giggling quietly at the thought of waiting up while he went to bed, Sakura shook against him and was rewarded with a twitch of his cock. He grabbed her hips to still her, his own body too tired for more.
Sasuke huffed, "You didn't think that through."
"Or I knew you'd come," She tossed him a saucy look over her shoulder. "I probably would have just ridden you while you were asleep like some kind of succubus."
"Hn." 'I'd like that.' He grunted with a smirk, kissed her cheek, and then unraveled their sticky bodies. He went over to the sink and poured a glass of water then brought it back to her. Sakura took the glass gratefully and took a hearty drink, almost spilling some down her throat. She handed the glass back to him and he finished it. "You staying?"
"Nah-uh, I do need to get some sleep, not seduce you in the early morning…again." Sakura slipped into her clothing and readied herself for her jaunt across the village. Sasuke nodded and walked her to the front door. Before walking out, she raised up and kissed his cheek, then made the familiar hand sign and shushinned out of the compound so no one would see her.
Sasuke watched the rising sun beginning to crest over the red, yellow, and orange treetops, then closed the door and retreated to his bedroom. As soon as his head hit the softness of the inviting futon, he was dead to the world. And if in his dreams his Sharingan conjured the image of an alluring succubus with glorious pink hair and haughty green eyes, that was no one's business but his own.
Sakura appeared outside the Uchiha compound and immediately felt the chakra signature on her left. Leaning against one of the red shrine pillars was Shisui, with clothing as rumpled as her own. A sly grin spread over his tired features as he pushed off the pillar and walked towards her, stopping just a few feet from her. Shisui trailed his eyes down her disheveled figure, made a pointed look to the Uchiha compound, and then looked back to her with an impish glean in his warm eyes. Sakura crossed her arms and popped her hip, waiting for his smart remark.
"A little early to be out, don't ya think, Sakura-chan?"
"I could say the same for you, Shisui-kun. It was almost as if you were…waiting for something," her eyes narrowed but her voice stayed sickeningly sweet. They paused for a long moment, staring the other down. After a few moments, Shisui laughed and ruffled her hair.
"I won't tell if you won't." He gave a conspirator's smile, softening his boyish features to the welcoming man everyone knew him as.
"Sounds like a plan," Sakura nodded with her own wide smile. They walked past each other towards their respective homes, with Sakura whispering out a fond "Tell Yukio-san I said hello!"
Shisui gave her a salute and checked his watch. It had been plenty of time for Yukio to sneak back into the compound; no one should put two and two together if he did come across someone. Shisui shook his head as he thought of the great lengths they had to go through to keep their escapades out of the nosy clan gossip mill. Family could be exhausting that way. But the more people were focused on Sasuke and Itachi, the less attention they paid to his own exploits. Out of concern that he was only seeing her for the thrill of secrecy, Yukio had refused his marriage proposals twice…and he still kept coming back to her. Maybe with this third time prompted by the council, she would finally see how serious he was about her.
Leaving behind Shisui, Sakura walked through the sleepy village awakening to the dawn sky. The early morning chill belayed the autumn season's nearing to an end, and she wished she had brought a cloak or jacket. Sakura used a bit of her chakra to warm her body up as she walked. She looked at the shops she'd frequented, the areas she'd played as a child, and felt such an immense love for her home. Konoha wasn't perfect, but in the dawn of the early morning, it was easiest to remember why they all pushed themselves so hard to make the village better.
When she arrived back at her home from long hours of research and a satisfying round of victory sex, that she would admit was probably premature, Sakura finally felt her energy dying down enough to sleep. She set her bag on the floor filled with the precious scrolls of her proposal and made her way into her bedroom.
She shifted out of her dirty clothes and placed them neatly in the hamper, then crawled into her inviting sheets, ready to sleep and put her plan in motion when she awoke. The council wouldn't know what hit them.
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