Title: Nights like this
Rating: T
Pairing: ShisuiSakura
Summary: In which a little bit of alcohol can help unravel hidden feelings.
A/N: Mindless, short fluff
If it were up to Sakura, she would be somewhere else.
Anywhere else but here.
But for one to have a busty and blonde friend did come with some drawbacks. Especially if said busty blonde friend meant a certain Yamanaka Ino.
For the third time that night, the pinkette sipping on another glass of water as her viridian eyes scanned through the sea of civilians and shinobi alike— all swaying their bodies to the club's music.
Sakura groaned. She needed to find Ino and get out of here. It was getting late, and she had an early shift the next morning.
Just as she was about leave her seat, she felt a large hand pressing at the small of her back. Immediately the pinkette whipped her head back to be greeted with the face of Uchiha Shisui grinning down at her.
"It looks like you needed some company." He slid beside her. A blush began to threaten her cheeks at their close proximity. He always made her feel this way.
The ebony haired man lifted his eyebrows in surprise and neared his face to hers, noses almost touching. His onyx eyes scanned her face for something she couldn't quite understand, and she somehow felt small from the weight of his scrutiny.
Before the pinkette could question the Uchiha's purpose, he drew his head back. "Your face is so red, Sakura-chan. Don't tell me you drank too much tonight already," he teased, eyes wandering to the glass in her hand.
"Uh, what are you—"
He smelled its contents and looked back at her flatly, eyes indicating his disapproval.
"This isn't even alcohol! How could you be at a club and not drink?"
"H— hey! I didn't ask to be dragged here," arms crossing against her chest offendedly.
Shisui had a hand propped under his chin as he gazed at her thoughtfully. His other hand waved at the bartender. "A bottle of sake over here, my friend!"
In an instant, a bottle was in his grasp, and he proceeded to spill the contents in their own respective porcelain cups.
"You're always working! You need to let loose!"
Sakura's eye twitched. "This is hardly necess—"
Shisui held a cup to her face. "Please," he began in earnest, "drink with me." His lips was almost pouting.
With a face like that, Sakura couldn't find it in herself to refuse. With tentative hands, she took hold of the cup and peered at the cloudy liquid. "I guess one drink won't hurt."
Shisui smirked and clinked his glass against hers before they both downed their cups simultaneously.
Sakura was positive. No— certain that Uchiha Shisui was in another league of his own. The pinkette realized that the shunshin master could be very convincing when he wanted to be.
At the failed attempt to leave, the medic found herself downing for what seemed to be the thirteenth cup of sake that night. She lost count. Though, she didn't seem to mind as her attention was directed at a certain curly-haired man beside her. She watched as he animatedly described an embarrassing childhood memory.
She stopped listening a few minutes ago.
Shisui noticed her distraction and he flashed a smile, all teeth. "I'm flattered to know that you find me nice to look at, Sakura-chan."
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't admit how she felt. But this wasn't normal circumstance by any means and she felt pretty good, and pretty damn honest right now.
"I've always thought you were handsome with your curly hair," she drawled in her drunken stupor.
She missed the smile of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Alright, gorgeous. Let's get you out of here."
"But what about my friend?"
He pointed to the direction of the blonde sitting on the lap of an unfortunate Sai.
"She'll be fine, she's got someone to look out for her," he assured before grabbing her wrist and leading them out into the streets.
"So… what was that about me being handsome and all?"
Sakura snorted and clung onto his arm for balance as they walked. "Don't make me say it again."
She was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol waning— thanks to the technique that quickly metabolizes it quickly.
Shisui chuckled besides her as they continued their walk in silence to the direction of her apartment. A comfortable silence.
She wished they could be like this a little longer, but as she saw the familiar building to her home, she knew it would have to end at some point.
"Well, this is me." She tried not to sound so disappointed.
As she climbed the damnable steps, she glanced behind her shoulder to find Shisui looking at her in deep thought. Her eyes softened, and with the last ounce of boldness from the alcohol, the pinkette drew near and placed a kiss to his cheek.
"Thanks for tonight," she whispered sheepishly, eyes abashed, scanning for a reaction his in features.
Something flickered in the man's dark eyes then— as if a decision had been made. He leaned in, invading her personal space for the second time that night. Their breaths mingled with the smell of sake and his natural aroma.
Then he was kissing her on her lips, fervently. Her sound of surprise was muffled by his mouth, but she didn't protest as she returned it with equal fervor.
Shisui was the first to break contact. Sakura was still in the state of dumbstruck.
His hearty chuckle resounded in the empty streets and Sakura noticed herself laughing along with him, heart fluttering against her ribcage.
His onyx eyes shifted to smoldering charcoal, "I've been wanting to do that for the longest time, pinkie. I think I- No. I know I—"
Sakura silenced him with another kiss.
"I know. Me too."