Title: White Widow
Chapter: Three
Author: Blue Rose
Rating: M (Hard R)
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Summary: "Running away was easy; not knowing what to do next was the hard part." - Sakura needed to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one she had. [Sasu/Saku, Modern AU]
Warnings: Adult Content
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I damn sure don't make a single red cent for this either. So please, don't sue the Blue
Author Notes: If you like please don't forget to review/comment/like. Kudo's to my amazing beta: MySoberThoughts
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Chapter Three
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The front windows of the SUV were rolled down slightly, letting in a cool breeze. Parked on a quiet street, it sat next to a large maple tree that provided a protective shade from the bright sun. The glass was tinted, partially concealing the driver as his head leaned back against the headrest. A finger ideally tapped the steering wheel while dark eyes peered down the street, watching passing cars and pedestrians alike.
The area was pretty calm during this time of day. Nothing looked out of the ordinary… at least, not to the untrained eye. His eyes were focused on his target when his phone started to vibrate, immediately turning his attention away. Pale fingers reached out, retrieving it from the dashboard mount. His steady gaze shifted over the words, reading the incoming message notification before opening it.
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Message:
"Hey, are you in the city? And before you yell at me; yes. I asked 'scruff lord' first."
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Sasuke frowned, a stray lock falling to his brow as he wrote back. Had she heard from him? He straightened in his seat, ignoring the small bark from beside him as his phone vibrated in his hand. His eyes read the reply.
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Message:
"Nope."
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Making an impatient noise, his finger swiped across the screen. Bringing the device to his ear, he listened as it rang once, before a breathily voice picked up.
"Oh!? A phone call? Now this is a special occasion… to what do I owe the honor?" Ino sassed into his ear, in lieu of a proper greeting.
"You really haven't heard from him? Calls or texts?" Sasuke ignored her teasing.
"No, not for a while actually..."
He continued to listen as he leaned back against the headrest, glancing down the street to Kiba's duplex. His eyes scrutinized the dark sedan parked near the entrance, a few houses away. Sasuke had the perfect view from where he sat just around the corner, near the intersection. He was fairly confident he had not been spotted by its driver.
"-Well, he never responded so I'm reaching out to you. I just need some bud, and another friend of mines wants vike. I have cash, because the DollarApp phone thingy isn't working right now. Kiba's not picking up so-…"
"Yeah, whatever… just let me know how much-" A flash of pink from the corner of his eye had him turning his head, to look out the window. Dark eyes narrowing below furrowed brows as he saw-
"…Sakura?"
"Huh? What was that?"
His gazed volleyed back and forth between the pink haired woman standing across the street, waiting for the cross signal to turn; to the sedan parked further down the block, sitting near the duplex.
A few seconds passed before he perked up, moving into action.
He had just enough time to roll up the windows before making a grab for his keys in the console.
"-Gotta go." He ended the call abruptly, opening the truck's heavy door.
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Sakura ideally played with the lightweight scarf around her neck, a pale shade of green that brought out her eyes. The digits trailed to her pocket, running them across the cold metal of the keys resting inside before she pulled her hand out, zipping the pocket for safe keeping.
She welcomed the brief distraction the visit would provide from the work she was putting off. Her last few days were spent packing, preparing for her upcoming move. Going through drawers and other spaces turned up a lot of lost or forgotten things at her place.
She had been meaning to return the found items to Kiba, for quite some time now. A few calls and texts were sent, but there was no reply… just radio silence. She wasn't too concerned about it; there were many times in the past where he went missing for a few days, or even weeks. It didn't happen often, but she was still a bit miffed with the non-responses.
Alas, here she was… dropping by un-announced to come bug her sometimes-reclusive friend. She definitely could use the break. Her quest for a distraction manifested however, in the literal sense when she collided unexpectedly with someone.
"Whoa! Excuse me-"
She had just crossed the street; one heeled bootie just making it up on the curb, before the sudden impact. It wasn't hard enough for her to lose her footing, but it did catch her by surprise. She looked up mid-apology, only to be swept up in a hypnotic swirl of ink.
"Wh-…Sasuke?"
He only deposited a squirming Akamaru in her arms before taking her elbow, directing her to the left. They walked in the opposite direction of their friend's apartment, moving briskly down the sidewalk. She stumbled briefly, quickening her steps so she could match his longer stride. She could feel the warmth of his hand, even beneath the layers of clothing.
"Keep walking."
That was the only directive given for a time, until they were a block or so away. She finally turned, sitting down the puppy. Akamaru bounced around their feet, but she ignored him in favor of his human counterpart. Looking up in bemusement, she waited for an explanation.
"Have you spoken to Kiba?" Sasuke asked, fingers brushing the nylon leash wrapped around his wrist.
She shook her head, soft swept bangs framing her face as she peered up at him.
"No. I've been looking for him, though." She blinked up at him, eyes squinting in contemplation. "Why? What's going on?"
His strange behavior was setting her on edge.
Sasuke shifted, eyes darting up as a jogger ran past. Akamaru gave a brief chase after the unsuspecting runner, but the leash pulled, making him give up.
"He's been gone, and…" Sasuke started, meeting her eyes once again. When there was another pause, she began to realize that getting direct answers from this man was akin to pulling teeth.
He clearly wanted to say more, but hesitated. She made an effort to remove any impatience from her tone as she prodded gently, "…-And?"
"…And now, there's a car staking out the place."
She frowned, glancing behind him down the street. "Police?" she whispered.
"Not sure yet." He turned to look in the same direction, before twisting to meet her eyes.
"Don't go near there. I don't want whoever has eyes on the place, to see you hanging around."
Sakura's brows drew together in a frown, perturbed at what this could all mean.
He just continued on, voice still carrying as he turned to leave.
"I'll meet up with you and Ino, later. We'll talk more, then."
With that, Sasuke walked back towards the direction they came… Akamaru trailing along behind him.
She blinked, belatedly realizing she never asked him why he had Kiba's dog in the first place.
Just what the hell was going on?
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The office's decor housed some very unique pieces of antique furniture. They were placed strategically around the spacious area, mixing abnormally well among the otherwise, modern layout. A hand carved, large oak desk the man currently sat behind, was one of them.
Eyes skimmed the documents placed in front of him hours ago; pouring over everything while taking notes in the margins. The reading glasses perched low on his nose allowed him to scan the words, without everything blurring together as they tended to do, in recent years. The door opening to the room did not entice him to raise his head, but he did pause in his work… head inclining slightly.
"I take it, you took care of things?" He asked. The muted sound of the pen moving across the paper was drowned by a heavy grunt soon after.
The newcomer sat down in a cozy overstuffed chair, sinking down in the worn leather. "It's been handled."
Another pause, before the man behind the desk finally glanced up. "And you are sure this was the right course of action?"
Their eyes met above the computer monitor, before the guest broke the stare with a smirk. "A little too late, to ask such a thing, is it not?"
The pen hovered above another document, his gaze falling to pay attention to his work, once again. "I suppose it is…"
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The heavy door swung open, allowing the puppy to walk through and enter. Akamaru made a beeline for the water dish, anxious to take a few refreshing laps.
Sasuke sighed, moving to hang the leash on the coat rack. Shrugging out of his jacket, he walked further into the loft.
"When I originally made that key, it was intended for emergencies. Did I ever mention that?" He asked his brother, making his way to the fridge for a drink. He felt the other man's presence when he walked in, before he ever caught sight of him in his peripheral. The older Uchiha stood from the sofa, coming to stand next to the kitchen island.
"Noted. Now on to more important things… did you find out anything? I see you still have the dog."
This wasn't the first time he'd made use of the spare, and knew it was banter in the end.
"I think someone put eyes on Kiba's. I don't know who… but I should know something soon."
"You should be more careful. You shouldn't have driven your own car over there until you know who that is. Don't be sloppy."
"I'm not. They were amateurs… had no idea they were being watched, themselves." Sasuke grumbled, pouring the filtered water into a glass, before taking a sip.
Narrowing his eyes, his older brother cut right to the chase.
"Are you sure about this? Is he hiding from someone? Maybe some trouble you've kept from me?"
"No… he's been dependable since we've known him, so why start some shit now, by pulling this?"
Itachi just sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know why. I'm not a babysitter Sasuke."
Sasuke wanted to say something else that would have had his brother reaching out to take a swipe at him. And if his memory was as sharp as he knew it to be, Itachi would have connected the blow. Instead, he took a deep breath… trying to make sense of the situation.
"I just… I think something is up, but I don't want to cause a full-blown panic either."
"And his friends? What are they saying?"
"Nothing so far. l'll see what I can find out tonight, and if she knows anything."
"…-She?"
His face immediately went blank, eyes fluttering to glance at his older brother briefly… before returning to the countertop.
"I'll let you know if I learn anything."
' Please don't talk. '
Sasuke raised the glass to his lips again.
' Please… just… don't say a fucking word… '
His brother's eyes had not left him, dark stare holding his own over the glass. The traces of anxiety lingered before Itachi's mouth twitched, the corner turning up in a hint of a smile. Sasuke caught sight of it before the elder turned his back, moving away from the kitchen to leave.
"Ok… keep me posted." Itachi said retreating to the front door, slipping on his shoes.
Sasuke grunted, mild disbelief that he was being spared a round of relentless teasing… this time. Rolling his eyes he headed for the fridge again, looking for something to eat. Why did his brother even bother coming over, when he could have just called?
Itachi paused, looking back at him. "And Sasuke? Watch yourself. Until we know more…"
"…Yeah." he replied, already on the same page.
Their eyes met before he closed the door, leaving the younger siblings' home.
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Everything began to tighten as she squirmed against the sheets, her soft belly curving in as her breath was stolen. Pleasure hummed throughout her body as her lips parted. She had to lick them, catching the bottom one in-between her teeth, as another moan vibrated against her throat.
Her hair clouded some of her vision, the thick strands falling around her in a pretty mess as they continued to move. His large hands clasped her hips so perfectly, pulling and guiding, as she rolled with his momentum.
Her breath caught as she chased the rhythm he'd set for them both.
His magisterial pace was satisfying, moving her with him through every slick glide. His hair hung wildly in his face, casting his eyes in shadow as he flexed against her, grunting on a particularly deep thrust.
She reached back, her hand wrapping around his straining forearm. She felt the protruding veins beneath her sensitive finger pads, and her fingers tensed… nails biting gently into his damp skin. Looking behind, she met his gaze as she pushed back, their skin slapping together in one of the most sexiest sounds she'd ever heard in her life.
Her feet braced in the plush carpet, between his own.
Sakura's knees locked, trying to hitch her hips as high as they could go, while keeping her upper half flush against the bed beneath her. A soft pillow had been shoved beneath her hips ages ago, to help keep the angle that was driving them both insane.
He growled and moved one of his hands to grasp her ass, palming and pulling, eager to fuck her as hard as she was begging him to. The air was heated between them; the atmosphere becoming so heavily charged… crawling over them both as the excitement grew.
She whined underneath him, starting to ache in the best, and worst ways…
Something was approaching, making her clench deep inside and she pushed back against him.
Bottomless pools of green kept on him… through it all.
The look she gave over her shoulder ensnared him completely. She needed to see if he was going to finish what he started. He promised to make her fall apart, and stop the ache that was building...
…A heat that kept rising from the place he was currently penetrating, over and over and over again.
"Please-!" She could not help the cry that escaped in that moment. The plea was so honest, so desperate…
It was so close, damnit.
All he needed to do was shift… just a little.
But…shit… maybe she could do it all on her own… just raise a knee to the bed to contort her body in just the right angle and…
"God…!"
Oh… it was so close…
And she finally closed her eyes as he-
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"Sakura!"
A whimper escaped as she flinched, blinking rapidly as her tired mind tried to catch up with reality.
"W-…What?"
"I said 'We're here'. It's barely nine, you can't be that sleepy. Come on." The blonde exited the car, making sure to tug down the hem to her ridiculously short dress.
Sakura sighed, pulling out her compact to check for drool marks. She couldn't believe she had such a vivid dream like that. Hadn't she just closed her eyes for a moment? Her head rested against the glass but she didn't mean to fall asleep after Ino picked her up.
Although, now that she remembered… she was going out under protest. She thought it was going to be another lazy night of packing and ice-cream, but her best friend had other plans. Just one drink, she said.
And Ino being Ino… was not taking no for an answer.
'Besides', she had tried to reason, 'You get to see your booty-call again.'
It was a tempting thought, then, when it was first mentioned… but now they were here? Her stomach was doing flips. Why the hell was she so nervous all of a sudden? The butterfly faze should end once you've seen each other naked, right? Wasn't that how it should work?
Sighing, she closed the compact with a snap and stashed it in her bag. There were no lines on her face… but there was a redness that did not come from the blush makeup used earlier.
"You said a bar, this looks more like a night club… am I underdressed?" Sakura asked as they approached the entryway. Ino turned; giving her ripped black jeans and red-bottomed heels a once over.
"It's a hookah lounge-bar, with a nightclub in the upper level. And you look gorgeous; no one is turning you away from any door, ever. Besides, you're with me… duh."
Grabbing her hand, she marched them to the front, winking at the doorman who lifted the velvet rope. Another bouncer held open the door as the two ducked inside.
Sakura somberly hoped this would not be an all-night excursion.
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There were two things that stuck out to him, after meeting her for the very first time.
The first?
She had breathtakingly, beautiful eyes.
If you were in close proximity to her… you definitely took notice.
Even the most reserved or poised individual found themselves looking a bit longer than deemed appropriate sometimes. It always traveled into uncomfortable scrutiny if they weren't careful. Many people were given a pass though.
He even heard Ino tell her on one occasion that; 'staring came with being as pretty as she was', and that at least people chose to ogle her eyes, and not something else.
In a weird way, what she said made sense.
Besides… they were pretty.
An unusual shade of green that had to be seen, up close, to really get the full effect.
The second thing he could remember?
She wasn't irritating.
Granted, she had her quirks.
The obnoxious shade of hair that made spotting her entirely too easy…
The animated way she talked sometimes, hands waving and gesturing; hoping to help you keep up with the conversation…
There was a bit more to it, than just tolerating her, too. She was one of the only people he'd met, whose rambling didn't grate on his nerves, like nails on a chalkboard. Conversations; though short between them in the past, were usually pleasant enough. It never felt forced, and even the silence was comfortable.
She was into fashion and jewelry, but was not obnoxious with it all. She was smart and confident, but genuinely humble and kind. She cared for those close to her and took little, to no shit from everyone else. She'd proven herself to be loyal and true from what he could see, with those who knew her and called her a friend.
It was always easy to be in her presence since they'd first been introduced.
Well…
At least it had been, up until this past New Years.
And that… he would place squarely on her shoulders.
Shifting on the barstool, he glanced up at the endless liquor bottles and giant mirrors lining the wall behind the bar, finding his own reflection easily.
And why was thinking about such things to begin with?
He liked her.
It was a thought that flashed across his mind more than once since their fateful encounter. And as someone who dodged away from repeated encounters, the change in attitude was jarring to his stubborn disposition. He usually was the one guilty of avoiding phone calls or skirting text messages. To now find himself in such a position... it was foreign.
He lost the opportunity to dwell on such thoughts as the quiet moment was interrupted; they had arrived. He caught sight of them as they entered, as did a few other men sitting at the bar around him. He watched through the mirror as they made their way to a cozy booth in the back, quickly ordering drinks. Taking a minute to finish his own, he made his way towards them.
Sasuke slipped inside the booth, causing the blonde to look up, setting her drink down to acknowledge him. "Well hello there, handsome." Ino greeted, pearly whites smiling at him.
His eyes flashed to Sakura, who was sitting on the other side of Ino, and gave a general greeting to them both. She'd barely kept his gaze, eyes shifting to the table after muttering a quick 'Hey'.
He could feel her unease, even from here. That made no difference. His mood was on the darker side tonight, so he really didn't care. He would embrace any temporary distraction, even if it was a mild confrontation.
Besides… they hadn't even started.
Ino reached up, slipping her clutch from the table to sit it against her thigh.
Turning his attention elsewhere for the time being, he retrieved a few zipped pouched bags from his inner pocket, sliding them easily into Ino's waiting hands. Moments later, folded bills were handed back.
Once that business settled, he moved on to another topic.
"Kiba's gone missing." He started. Sakura perked up, eyes lifting to meet his.
"He's pulled this before." Ino wasn't the least bit worried. "It just means he needs a few days to himself. He takes these breaks to deal with anxiety and other shit. Just give him some space."
"How long before? Without any of you knowing where he went?"
Ino paused, thinking hard.
Sakura's brow furrowed, shaking her head slightly.
"I think he's always told at least one person when he did. Besides, he hasn't done that since high school, right?" She asked glancing to her side at her blonde friend, who nodded in response.
"I have his mutt. I was supposed to meet up with him to drop him off, but..." he trailed off, but was soon interrupted.
"He'll turn up. He's probably just laying low for a while."
Sasuke knew he sounded like a broken record, but he needed to be sure…
"And neither of you have seen him, you're sure?"
"Yes, we are sure." Ino felt like they were being interrogated, and was becoming agitated. Everyone just needed to chill, and give the boy some space. If he needed a little time for himself, then they should let him have it. Besides, knowing Kiba he's liable to show up a week from now; with a tan and smelling like cheap perfume and coconut oil.
Sasuke relented, letting it go. "Just let me know if you hear anything."
His eyes met both of their own, and the girls gave slight nods in agreement.
Sasuke's eyes traveled past the blonde to the quiet girl on her other side. He silently dared her to look his way, but to no avail. She shifted discreetly, but the movement was caught by the other two parties.
Ino's eyes narrowed between the two of them, eyes darting back and forth before sucking her teeth.
Really, now… why the hell was there so much... tension? Didn't they already do the sex thing?
"So lame..."
Dark eyes blinked before darting to her much lighter ones, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Hn?" He leaned away when her lip curled.
Drowning the rest of her martini, Ino grabbed her clutch, feeling the slight, added weight to the purse, and nudged Sasuke's side. They were boring her with all this pussyfooting.
"Nothing... now let me up, I'm going to take this to my friends upstairs. Thanks for coming through with this." Standing to her feet, she accepted the polite hand he held out to help.
"A gentleman too? Hmmm…" Ino smirked as she passed him, ignoring a random cat-call from a group of guys near the front. She climbed the stairs to the upper level, leaving her best friend to the dark wolf.
Sakura was oblivious to her new predicament, slowly moving to exit from the other side of the booth, but paused then Sasuke moved in the way. Sitting down, he slid across the dark leather, to settle flush against her side.
Now to handle the third reason he was here.
"Have a drink with me." He nodded to the cocktail waitress, who made her way over to them.
"I already had one-" she started, watching Ino's back as she disappeared from view.
"Then have another." He cut her off, body rigid next to her, despite the smoothness of his voice.
She could feel the hum of energy his body seemed to exude.
She shifted as their arms brushed against each other, still nothing but a bottle of nerves… eyes darting from Ino's abandoned drink to her own; refusing to meet his eyes.
There was silence as neither said a word, and even their drinks being placed in front of them did not break the heavy tension surrounding them. Biting her lip, she finally spoke up.
"Well… this isn't awkward at all."
There, she broke the ice.
At least… she hoped it would have that effect.
"More awkward than leaving the next day, to another country?"
"You really think that that; was the only reason I left?"
He had some nerve, and was a lot more arrogant than she gave him credit for.
"I didn't know you'd left, until a few days later." He took a long sip from his beer, his thumb wiping a bit of moisture from the corner of his lip. Her eyes followed the movement, drifting away before she got caught. He shifted beside her, before turning metal dark eyes to her.
"I didn't… have your number, so I got it from Ino."
' I had yours. '
She thanked any god who was listening that she did not say that out loud. Sinking underneath the table would not be low enough to erase her mortification. She could not recall exactly how, or when she came into possession of it, but she did have it saved in her phone, long before their tyst.
"I called you." He admitted, taking another drink.
' I know. '
She saw the call when it came through, along with the second one; the next day after that.
"It must have shown as a blocked number so I didn't pick up… sorry."
"I texted you." Something shifted in his gaze while he looked at her, and she was hard-pressed to look away. She became aware of the heat, radiating from his body and they… they were sitting way too close.
"I may be a lot of things, but I'm no one's fucking regret."
That snapped her back to the present, and she blinked rapidly, her brow lowered.
"Me? I thought you did…"
She thought he regretted it all, or at the very least… didn't really care.
He said nothing as his gaze remained locked on hers, not moving as he waited to see if she was joking or not. When she still sat there his eyes narrowed, his body turning slightly towards her and she leaned back; wide, pretty green eyes sparkling.
Successfully intimidated, she sputtered over her words as she finally began telling her story, explaining why she felt the way she felt, and had taken such a stance in the first place…
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Sakura half listened to what he was saying as he sat on the edge of the bed, phone to his ear as he drags his discarded jeans from the floor. His voice is scuffed when he answers his phone; hardened from use over the last few hours no doubt … and even she can tell he is peeved. There was a brief pause, his eyes shifting behind to glance at her, before speaking into the device.
"…-Nothing important."
Coldness… seeming to come from nowhere, crept through her body at his words, the feeling of something very close to rejection and humiliation… made her fingers numb. He did not see her reaction as he stood, wandering over to the tall windows. He spoke in a raspy tone, the hushed words too low for her to now overhear.
Sakura swung her legs down, wincing at the slight throb between her thighs. She would definitely need to soak in the tub, after all of the rough play, no doubt.
But first, she needed to make a timely escape.
This would be easier, if this was not her temporary domain. If it weren't, she could just grab her shoes and make her way to the front door. Alas, that was not an option at this point. The bathroom would have to suffice… either that, or go down in the elevator.
She was halfway to the door when his voice stopped her. Finished with his call, he was now trying to explain his upcoming, hasty departure. She turned with a smile that didn't meet her eyes, watching as his chest disappeared behind the shirt he just found. She cheerily replied not to worry, and she would catch up with him later...
All without breaking her stride until she was hidden behind the safety of the bathroom door.
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He continued to stare at her, even as her voice trailed off.
She didn't dare move, watching closely to see what his reaction would be. He broke their gaze and reached for his beer, taking another swig.
Placing it on the table, he looked at her, opening his mouth to say something…
…Only to change his mind instead, picking up the bottle to chug the rest of the alcohol.
Sakura sat in silence as he flagged down the waitress to order another round.
They sat there for a good minute, long enough for the eager waitress to return with his refreshment and clearing the used glasses. Two fingers and his thumb held the long neck of the bottle, resting it on the table before he finally spoke up.
"You are fucking annoying."
Before, when she got halfway through her story, he barely suppressed the urge to wipe his hand across his face in frustration.
He could instantly see where her mind was headed… could easily see how the tale was going to play out from her perspective. Combine that, with his sudden need to leave at the time… he could understand her side and how it all looked.
Still…
It didn't change the fact that she was annoying the shit out of him right now.
"I wasn't talking about you, about us, nor about what we did… when I said that."
She paled, and then… all at once, color blossomed in her cheeks. Why was she so quick to jump to conclusions sometimes?
Because that's the Haruno way.
Well… technically it was more the 'Ishikawa' way (her mother's maiden name, and definitely the correct side of the family to blame for such impulses).
Either way, it was in her blood to act foolishly, and definitely was something she was known for, in her early years. Well, she hadn't quite grown out of it, had she? It certainly was coming to bite her on the ass, in this situation.
"Oh…" She breathed, realization fully dawning on her.
He grasped the bottle and brought it to his lips again.
'Oh'? That's all she could say… was 'Oh'?
He drank his beer before he said something stupid.
All this time she had kept her distance because she thought he wasn't interested? He all but screamed (in his own way)… that he was interested, by reaching out… and she…
Finishing the beer, he stood… leaving a few bills on the table. There were some other things he had to take care of tonight, and should go. Even though he was reluctant, he needed to cut this meeting short.
Sakura looked up as he moved; missing the heat she felt when his leg was pressed against her own beneath the table.
Turning to leave he paused, looking at her over his shoulder. She could only freeze, swallowing thickly as she got caught up in his amorous stare.
"Haruno?"
"…Y-yes?"
"You make sure I'm not still… 'blocked', on your fucking phone, got it?"
A few minutes later, Ino found her… in the same spot. The poor pinkette looked as if she'd just seen a ghost or something, and despite the blondes prodding, she didn't say a word.
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