Handsy
Team Seven had just finished one of their bi-weekly get togethers a at one of the newer restaurants that opened in the village. The cool autumn night fell upon them as they sat at one of the outdoor tables, the wooden surface draped in an opaque, plastic tablecloth and cleared of their empty dishes.
Sasuke and Sakura had their usual seats beside one another while Naruto and Kakashi sat across from them. The blond and silver-haired men were debating some international negotiation strategy that turned into a battle of teasing, humorous criticisms and exaggerated gasps. Sakura propped her chin on the heel of her hand and watched on amusedly, though Sasuke's mismatched gaze was trained on the medic.
As wholesome as their get-togethers were, and as much as Sasuke (internally) enjoyed their dinners, he was impatient the moment they sat down, the moment the skin of her bare thigh brushed against his leg.
Did she do it on purpose? He didn't know.
Regardless, the dinner only served as a tormenting hindrance to his baser desires. He was entranced by the way her thin cardigan slipped from her shoulders and exposed her creamy skin, the way her skirt bunched up higher on her legs when she crossed and uncrossed them, the way her teeth would press into her soft bottom lip to hold a laugh.
She had to be doing it on purpose.
And if she wasn't...well, Sasuke be damned. He was hooked. He wanted to tug her cardigan off her shoulders, push her skirt all the way up, gently press his own teeth into her supple lip. As the thoughts raged on, he tapped his fingers on the table's surface impatiently but kept his expression otherwise composed.
He wanted to go back to their apartment. Soon.
"What do you think, Sasuke?" Kakashi queried, breaking him out of his wanton trance.
"Mm," he grunted in response, not having heard a single word from their conversation. It was a generic enough answer, and they moved on with a round of laughter.
As they continue their debate once more, Sasuke realized he had to speed up the process. He withdrew his hand from the table and moved it beneath the surface, pushing the tablecloth to shield it from curious eyes. He reached his fingers out to caress Sakura's thigh with featherlight touches before resting his palm flush against her skin.
Her reaction was immediate. She froze next to him as her breath gave the subtlest hint of a hitch. Sakura's emerald eyes shifted toward Sasuke and flickered with recognition, but he made no indication that he would give his movements away to the pair in front of them. He merely continued to stare straight ahead, seemingly unfazed.
"Ask Sakura-chan about it!" Naruto sighed exasperatedly.
The medic snapped her head in Naruto's direction. "Uh, wha...what?" she stammered.
"About that thing from yesterday."
"Oh, right." Sakura cleared her throat. "Well..." Sasuke trailed his fingers toward her inner thigh and squeezed her delectable skin in the way he liked and she loved. A blush bloomed instantly across her cheeks. "Wha...uh."
Sasuke bit the inside of his cheek to keep a smirk from forming on his lips. All the while, he let his fingertips inch dangerously upward.
"You doing alright, Sakura?" Kakashi asked, raising a questioning brow.
"Just...fine," she managed to say, withdrawing her left hand from the table and sneaking it beneath the table. She placed her own fingers gently atop Sasuke's hand and trailed his rough skin.
Message received.
"I think my brain might be fried for the night. I'm pretty—" Sasuke squeezed her inner thigh once again. "Tired!" She squeaked. "I'm tired." She then turned to the Uchiha and sweetly asked, "Are you okay to go home, now?"
He nodded once in confirmation, and the two stood from their seats with as much composure as they could before taking their leave.
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As the couple walked out of earshot, Naruto turned to Kakashi. "That was weird, right?" he said, pointing his thumb in his friends' direction. "The way they just..."
"Yes," Kakashi snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yes, it was. Those two aren't as subtle as they think."