4/12/20 Edit: smoothing (I think it got even hotter, you guys, I'm not even kidding)

Fair warning, the bulk of this chapter is fresh-squeezed lemony goodness. It's the first time I've ever written anything so dirty, and I hope y'all like it.

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7. Spectrum of Intention

Sakura had been busy losing at beer pong, but she was okay with that tonight. She was also thankful the Yamanakas played a tweaked version that interspersed shots with the cups of weak beer. Inoichi had a knack for sinking his ball into those dangerous little pockets, as well as a lacking sense of responsibility when it came to forcing large amounts of alcohol on his daughter's best friend since childhood, and Sakura had finally relaxed. It wasn't like she couldn't handle her booze. Tsunade had put her through many a trial by fire, the least of which was getting shitfaced and still going to work the next day, so this was cake.

It was the fourth round, and Sakura was down to her last two cups, both beer. The crowd around the table was rowdy, and Inoichi had been inciting them further with his good-natured shit-talking. Now he was pulling faces to try and distract her as she stepped up for her turn. Sakura stuck her tongue out at him, adjusting her stance. She let one foot pop up as she bounced on the other, sending the ball into one of Inoichi's cups in a neat arc. The crowd went wild, and Inoichi collapsed to his knees, guffawing before he downed his penalty. Caught up in the fun, Sakura spun to curtsey to the onlookers and came face-to-face with Kiba again, only a few feet away this time. How long had he been standing there?

Kiba stepped closer, as if her stare was a permission slip, and she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. The intensity in his eyes was tempered with something else now, possibly remorse. The alcohol coursing through her veins ignored this and serenaded her with a chorus coaxing her to tell him to get bent. Sakura curled her lips into a sneer, showing as many teeth as possible as she said, "Oh look, it's my love muffin."

She'd unintentionally spoken loudly enough for some people in the crowd to hear, and they were soused enough to jeer at Kiba even though they didn't get the joke. "Always did love a good muffin," Inoichi slurred happily over the noise, sinking another ping pong ball on her side of the table. Kiba's eyes never left her face. The heckling faded to a dull roar in her ears, and Sakura turned back to the game, leaning on the table. Her fingers clutched around her penalty cup as her pulse pounded in her temples. She felt too hot all of a sudden.

"I don' wanna play anymore," she mumbled, plucking the ball from the cup. She tipped the beer down her throat and tossed the cup over her shoulder as she turned. She slapped the ball into Kiba's chest as she walked by and pushed into the sea of bodies without any real destination, as long as it was away. She found herself back by the patio area. Both blondes she'd been hoping to find were missing in action, and she only encountered Shikamaru, who was stretched out flat on his chair with his hands behind his head. Neji was curled up on top of him, snoring lightly. Shikamaru cracked an eye open as she came near and answered her silent question with a shrug, clearly at peace with being bait for drunk cuddle whores. But then that eye shifted to gaze behind her and she knew exactly what he was looking at, or rather, who.

Sakura turned so fast her hair whipped against her cheek. Kiba was there, jaw tight, eyes still uncomfortably warm. Something tiny fluttered in her stomach, but she felt a scowl distort her features as she spat, "What do you want?"

Kiba was torn between pangs of repentance and the pulsing of raw desire in his groin. The crowd smell was dispersed better on the patio, and Sakura's scent permeated the humid air, spice and anger taunting as she bared her teeth at him. Her eyes glowed with venom. Kiba swallowed, and his dick throbbed against his waistband where he'd tucked it. It was probably bad that she turned him on so much when she was pissed off. He moved closer, hands up in penitent appeal. "Wanted to talk."

Sakura's scoff was vicious. "Talk, huh? Thassa new approach for you."

Kiba stepped close enough to touch her but tried not to, though the effort it took to keep his hands to himself was tremendous. His primal lizard brain was staging a coup, and his blood was singing. Kiba's voice came out husky as he grinned, all deviance. "Don't recall you minding, seein' as you kissed me back."

"'Course I kissed you back. Wanted to really sell it, dickhead," Sakura hiccuped, glaring. Belatedly, it hit her that her glare was focused solely on his mouth and she glanced back up. He'd totally noticed. Hunger flared in his eyes. Sakura wished desperately that Ino would show up and slap some sense into her. Kiba stepped close enough for her to feel his body heat, too close, and her senses kicked into overdrive. She needed to get out. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Sakura faked surprise, looking past him and exclaiming, "How sweet, you brought your aunt!"

Kiba's eyes bugged out of his head, and he whipped around in a defensive crouch. It would have been hilarious any other time, but a laugh would have cost her precious seconds. Sakura whirled and dashed in the opposite direction, managing to weave her way into the greenery without tripping over anything. There was a 10-foot high fence around the property, but tipsy brain told her to hop that fucker, heels and all. She landed in the street behind the hall and managed a few graceful steps before a pothole took her down, scraping her knee and her pride. Sakura cursed under her breath and plopped over on her backside to brush healing chakra over her boo boo. Then she heard Kiba drop over the fence behind her.

His steps brought him just within arm's reach, but no closer. This was somehow more infuriating than when he'd closed the distance a few minutes ago. Sakura's mellow was decidedly harshed at this point and she growled in his general direction, but this drew him close again. He crouched beside her, hands sliding under her arms to help her up. Sakura elbowed him, catching him in the chest. Kiba made a quiet hup, but the blow didn't knock him back like she'd intended, so she followed through with her open hand, shoving him away as she scrambled to her feet. He sprawled out on his back.

When she was vertical, Sakura stood as tall as she could and wheeled on him, shouting, "I don't need your goddamn help!" Her back was tight with anger, but her arms tingled where his hands had been, and she couldn't stop her eyes from tracing down his body as he pushed himself up on his elbows. Kiba's shirt had ridden up, exposing that deliciously toned stomach, and she followed his happy trail to the sizable outline of his dick distending his pants. His eyes were dark under the yellowish streetlight, and the fluttering in her tummy returned. Sakura sucked in a breath. Away, she needed away, but her feet were slow to move.

Kiba stared up into this furious scrutiny. Sakura's brows were drawn together as if she were conflicted, possibly about whether to take advantage of his prone position and stomp on his nuts. Lizard brain was more concerned with how the fabric of her dress clung to the swell of her breasts. Kiba could just make out her nipples hardening through the thin material, and the smell of her desire teased him. She met his gaze, pursed her pretty lips, then turned and walked unsteadily away.

Two choices were immediately obvious. He could let her go for now, let her cool off a few more days, maybe choose a nice bouquet after all. But Kiba's blood was pooling almost entirely in his groin at this point, so he chose to follow her. He reasoned to himself that he wasn't going to do anything more than make sure she got home safe. Maybe ask nicely if she'd consider sitting on his face, like a gentleman.

Sakura turned down a residential lane bordered by waist-high hedges on both sides. There were no streetlights on this block, and it was late enough that most of the houses were dark. The few lit windows did little to amplify the weak light of the waning moon overhead, and Sakura slowed as she stepped into the shadows.

Kiba was laser-focused on the hem of her skirt skimming her thighs. He realized too late that she'd paused and half-turned back towards him. He slowed and halted at arm's length from her again. Sakura studied him. Her expression had softened, but Kiba couldn't read it. Then her hand shot out to fist in his shirt, jerking him forward a step. Lizard Brain purred, ready to fight or fuck or both.

Sakura watched Kiba watch her with those dark eyes. He deserved a healthy dose of fear, but the thought of hitting him had faded from her mind, leaving only Ino's words from earlier. The streetlights from the main road backlit Kiba's muscular shoulders, and the heat of his firm chest caressed her knuckles, leaching into her blood. Sakura's gaze wandered down his body again. Better revenge indeed. She pulled Kiba closer, close enough to see how blown-out his pupils were, close enough to feel his breath on her face. Then she found a second hand-hold in the fabric of his pants, gathered some chakra, and hurled him over the closest hedge.

Kiba landed hard on his back in the grass. He had a moment to scan the surroundings and register that he was lying in someone's front yard, dimly lit by the glow of a few second-story windows. As he sat up, Sakura leapt over the hedge to join him, her voice lilting as she said, "Oh no, you fell down." Then she stepped forward, one foot on either side of him, and dropped down onto his lap just shy of his crotch. Kiba leaned back on his hands, staring up at her, entranced. He was distantly aware of her fingers crawling into his waistband and unbuttoning his pants. She kept her eyes on his as she eased his zipper down. He'd gone commando as usual, and her mouth pulled up at the corner as she took in the tremor that shook him when she brushed her fingers over his naked cock. Her tone turned wicked. "Oh no, your pants fell open."

Kiba's restraint was hanging by a rapidly fraying thread, and a guttural sound ripped from his throat, half-strangled as he choked on his own desire. The beast inside him watched from behind his eyes as Sakura crawled off him enough to tug his pants below his knees. She crawled forward again to hover over him, pushing his shirt up his chest. Her eyes roved his bared skin, and he prickled with goosebumps as she ghosted her fingers up and down his torso.

Kiba's eyelids slid shut as he slowly counted to ten; an arbitrary amount of time, but probably long enough to wait for her to have second thoughts. His breath hitched when she grazed the tips of her fingernails over his lower belly along either side of his cock, and he almost lost count. He extended the count to twenty just to be safe. Sakura continued to draw lines of fire over his skin, and gazed back at him serenely when he opened his eyes. She did not seem to care one bit that they were getting hot and heavy in full view of anyone who might wander down the street, not to speak of the property owners going about their nighttime business in the house.

So Kiba dropped the leash and let the beast run wild.

He sat up straighter and slipped his arms around Sakura's waist, pulling her down to straddle the length of his erection. She gasped when he rocked into her, only the thin barrier of her panties between them. Kiba pushed his face up to capture her mouth, her taste seeping into his bloodstream like a drug as she moaned into his mouth. Her fingers sent tingles through him as they wandered up his chest. Kiba relished in the way her tongue curved around his and used his own to pull another moan out of her.

This close, the smell of her desire was as intoxicating as her taste. Kiba groaned with pent-up want. He could feel her wetness through her underwear, and it made his dick so hard it hurt. He trailed delirious open-mouthed kisses over her jaw and down her neck as his hands climbed up her back, sucking on her throat as he pulled the straps of her dress off to dangle loosely around her shoulders. He blazed a teasing path along her collarbone with his tongue and peeled her dress down, exposing her breasts to the cool night air. Sakura gasped again as he explored them with callused fingertips. Her hands snaked into his hair to compel his mouth to follow in their wake. Kiba's mouth needed very little urging and his lips closed around a nipple, sucking as he anchored his hands on her waist. She arched into his mouth, grinding down on him, fingers clenching in his hair. He growled approval into her flesh.

This rough sound of desire sent flames licking up Sakura's spine as she panted at the sky. Her sex was throbbing, pushing her for more contact, more heat, more. Sakura reached down for her shoes, pulling them off one by one and tossing them into the gloom. Her hands found Kiba's shoulders, intending to use them to lever to her feet, but his grip was strong. The growl against her skin took on a dangerous edge, daring her to remove herself before he was ready, but Sakura had a mission. She gave his shoulder a fierce slap. "Off."

Kiba growled louder, and she felt him graze her nipple with his teeth. Sakura growled back at him, digging her fingers fiercely into his shoulder as she wrestled her way up out of his hold. "Off, you fuck," she hissed, glaring at him as she straightened and fumbled under her skirt to peel her sticky panties down.

Kiba's hot gaze snapped to the movement, and a feral grin spread across his face. His voice was jagged with desire. "Oh, off."

His hands shot up to meet hers, taking over the removal process. Gratified, Sakura put a hand on his head to balance as she pulled one leg free. Then she heard him growl again, felt it along her inner thigh as he wrapped his arm around that leg and folded it against his shoulder, other hand cupping her ass from underneath as he pulled her towards him. Then she was straddling Kiba's face. His hot tongue plunged into her, and she let out a yelp, throwing her head back as pleasure sliced through her.

Kiba groaned. He'd found heaven at the apex of Sakura's thighs, her flavor every bit as spicy as she smelled. Both her hands were in his hair again as she writhed above him, moaning breathily. Desire possessed him. He slid his other hand over her thigh and up under her skirt, cupping her other ass cheek, folding her closer to him, fully pressing his face into her soaking folds. He rotated his tongue inside her, nice and slow. Sakura shuddered against him, panting. His dick flexed as she whined low in her throat, and he slurped at her slit for all he was worth. Sakura rewarded him with a positively pornographic moan. Then she abruptly slipped her knee off his shoulder and pushed his head back. Kiba growled his displeasure again, but her hands gripped his hair tight, denying him. He looked up at her then, and his breath was stolen.

The light from the second floor windows lined Sakura's silhouette in gold. Her breasts heaved, delicate and perfect, and even in the dimness, Kiba could see the blush of her nipples echoed in her cheeks, in her parted lips, in the hair framing her face with wild tendrils. Her eyes were luminous, and he'd never seen anything so beautiful.

They breathed at each other, and then Sakura lowered herself back to her knees over him. Kiba felt the damp pink curls between her legs brush his throbbing cock. His fingers kneaded the flesh of her ass, encouraging her to press against him again. Desire drew his mouth to her shoulder, compelled him to scrape his teeth along her skin, but Sakura's hands were still in his hair, and she yanked his head back sharply. Kiba gasped without meaning to, finding her eyes again as she rose up to look down at him in hazy contemplation. Then Sakura dipped her mouth down to his ear. Her voice was throaty with the remains of her buzz, but he could hear a hint of dark laughter as she said, "You know, Dog Boy… I think I'm gonna make you my bitch." Then she sank her teeth into his earlobe and Kiba almost came all over her stomach.

Sakura grinned against the side of Kiba's head at the garbled sound he made as his hands clenched reflexively around her ass. She slipped a hand between their bodies to grasp his erection, humming as her fingers discovered him slick with precum. Then she slid the head of his dick between her lower lips and sank down onto him in one smooth motion, moaning low in her throat. Kiba gasped, fingers shifting to dig solidly into the flesh of her hips. Sakura gave a small gasp of her own as she settled on his length. His cock was thick, and felt almost too good inside her. She rolled her hips as warmth spiraled up through her body. This angle rubbed her clit against him and intensified the heat already coiling at her center. She rolled her hips harder, smiling as Kiba stuttered a choked groan to the sky.

Kiba's eyes were rolling back in his head. He'd been wrong. Sakura tasted divine, but her silken heat surrounding him, gripping him, that was heaven. Her breathing was heavy with want as her hands cradled the back of his head, pressing him to her shoulder. He trailed sloppy kisses up to her neck, and Sakura mewled in his ear as he sucked her overheated skin into his mouth. She pulled up a little and rotated her hips, flexing her inner walls around him. Kiba uttered a quiet, "Oh fuck", and yanked her hips back down so she was flush against him as he rocked under her, faster, faster. She started to whine again, and the beast inside him snarled triumph, scenting the spike of her desire in the air.

The tides of pleasure pulled Sakura ever closer to the edge of oblivion. Kiba was panting against her throat, mumbling an ongoing stream of profanity as he held her to him. She could feel him flexing up into her, and steam built under her skin as her core reached its boiling point. Her head fell back as her orgasm crashed over her. She raked her nails down Kiba's chest, hips slowing as she floated in ecstasy. Distantly, she felt him groan against her neck, then felt his teeth sink into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

Sharp heat shot through her and dragged her back under the waves of pleasure. Sakura gasped for air, choking on a moan as she shuddered against him anew. Kiba grunted as she clenched around his dick, then released her shoulder to fall back against the grass. He bent his knees for leverage and snapped his hips, thrusting up into her. Sakura cried out as he stirred her back up. Lost in sensation, her hazy gaze fell to his face. Kiba's eyes were dark. He wore a fierce grin as he drove his cock into her ruthlessly, and she could feel another orgasm building already as she bounced on him. Then she felt a dribble of warmth trickling down her back, small drops of confusion leaking through the pleasure veil. Sakura swiped a finger over her shoulder and saw that the warmth was blood oozing from the bite mark he'd left on her.

The fluttering was back, a swarm of tiny butterflies stretching tender wings. He'd marked her. Sakura looked past her fingers to Kiba's face and again made the mistake of meeting his eyes as passion swirled within her. The ardent sincerity she saw in his gaze was elating and terrifying all at once. But then his grin sharpened and her thoughts stampeded wildly.

Because she'd caught herself wanting to believe. He'd tempted her into wanting to believe. Again. And now he'd made her bleed.

Desire sparked and set the remaining alcohol in her bloodstream aflame. Sakura felt the magma of hot rage rising within her, smothering the butterflies before they could take flight, and abruptly latched onto his hands. She ripped them out from under her skirt and forced them down on either side of his head, pressing his wrists into the dirt with chakra. Kiba's eyes widened in surprise, but his grin never faltered. He pushed back like it was a game. But Sakura's desire had already spiraled into fury, and she drove her weight down on him, breaking his rhythm as she glared into those laughing eyes and growled, "How dare you" right in his face.

Kiba blinked. He'd been feeling pretty goddamned fucking good, but now things were twisting wildly out of his grasp, and he was unsure what had gone awry. Lizard brain wasn't great with comprehension, but the only remotely dumb thing he recalled doing up till this point was following her in the first place, so he was at a loss. Sakura braced against his wrists as she angrily contemplated him beneath her. Then she ground down and squeezed her pussy around him so tight it was painful, and Kiba arched as pleasure stole the air from his lungs.

Sakura set a punishing pace, riding him like he was a prized thoroughbred and she was aiming to win the steeplechase. He felt his nails dig into his palms as his hands clamped uselessly on air. His toes curled as Sakura ducked her lips down to his ear again, demanding to know where he got the audacity to be such a goddamned slut all the time. Kiba had no answers for her, as the brutal undulation of her hips had driven away all capacity for human speech, and when she groaned against his earlobe and called him a pussytease, he almost passed out. Then she arched and threw her head back, hips now mindlessly screwing him into the ground. Her mouth fell open with a long drawn-out moan, and she pulsed around him as she came a second time.

This was too much to take, and Kiba felt himself hurtling towards the point of no return. He tried to do the gentlemanly thing and warn the woman astride him, but instead his mouth said, "Hrnghgumming", and his hips jerked, filling her with liquid heat. Sakura moaned louder, letting gravity press her body into him, rolling her hips again as Kiba spasmed between her legs. She leaned down and pressed her forehead against his, eyes shut, chest heaving as she rocked against him with the sensual slowness of post-orgasmic bliss.

Kiba's breath was slow to come back as he stared up at her. The beast was dozing now that its sharpest hunger was sated, but the man still wanted more, and Kiba leaned his mouth up to kiss this woman who gripped him in so many ways. Their lips joined for a brief soft moment, but as he tilted his head to press more intensity into the kiss, Sakura startled back. She sat up, hands releasing his wrists like they'd scalded her, brows snarling together. Kiba blinked at her, brain still slow from his blinding orgasm. His eyes drifted to the side, and he remembered that they were half-naked in some sucker's yard. The thought that perhaps Sakura would prefer to take their post-coital cuddling somewhere more private floated through his head at glacial speed. His eyes drifted back to her as he raised up onto his hands, voice rough and low, breathing still heavy. "Wanna get outta here?"

Sakura continued to stare at him, frozen. Kiba felt his mess dripping out of her onto his thighs and his hands tingled. He wanted to touch her again, trail his mouth over her soft skin, roll her beneath him, take her again and again, here, anywhere… He'd waited so long. Kiba licked his lips and leaned toward her, reaching, feeling unhinged again.

Sakura was on her feet in an instant, dancing away from his hands. She glared at him again, mouth screwing up as she shrugged back into the top half of her dress. Then before he could say anything else, she vaulted over the hedge and disappeared into the dark so fast Kiba's head spun. He stared at the place she'd just been standing. She'd jumped clean out of her panties when she booked it, and they lay on the grass just out of reach, not far from one of her shoes. Kiba ran his hands through his hair before wiping the sex juices off his leg. He smeared them in the grass and sighed. He was obviously missing something, but he wasn't going to figure it out tonight.

He got to his feet and tugged his pants back up, then gathered the debris Hurricane Sakura had left behind. He hopped back to the street and shoved the panties in his pocket, heels dangling from his fingers as he walked back to Shino's place. He considered his next move. The obvious jumping-off point was getting her stuff back to her. After all, what better segue to bring up the hot yard sex they'd had than hand-delivering the panties he'd helped strip off her? Of course, while the heels were somewhat innocuous, Sakura was unlikely to appreciate him trying to hand off her underwear in public. That meant they'd need to meet privately. Excellent.

The moon smiled down at him sideways, and he grinned back, putting a bit of swagger into his step. Everything was coming up Kiba.

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I know the description says "sprinkled with citrus", so here's hoping you guys really love sprinkles. Also wanted to jaw a little about the feelings I'm trying to portray here.

sErIoUs AuThOrS nOtE: both Kiba and Sakura have feelings they're trying not to look at too closely. Feelings can be scary, even for ninjas who routinely kill people. Especially for ninjas who routinely kill people.

Sakura is in denial due to her painful history with deeper feelings. She isn't ready to confront this in herself yet, but Kiba is unaware of this and has barged into her heart like the proverbial bull in the china shop. So she's trying to keep it together and latching onto every scrap she can to prove that it's nothing more than physical, because anything more is dangerous. People can put themselves through surprising mental acrobatics to avoid pain.

Kiba is more honest with his feelings, but also has yet to really examine them. He's had them so long they're furniture in his heart, and he's more comfortable with simply lounging on them than really thinking about what put them there. And sometimes his dick just takes over his brain, bless him. But he'll get there. Though his logic can be questionable, he's truly doing his best.

Anyway, join me again next week as Sakura spirals further into delicious madness. Also wash your hands and don't touch your goddamn face. Stay safe out there, y'all.