-Modern Era-

Warnings: Referenced sexual activity

Rating: Teen


"Oh, damn it," Sakura hissed as the flashing glare of red and blue lights entered her rear-view mirror.

Huffing a breath, she scanned the side of the road before pulling over and slowing to a stop. Putting the car in park, she leaned back against the seat just waiting for the cop to make their way over.

I really don't have time for this, she thought irritably as she flipped the visor down and opened the mirror to check her lipstick in the dim lights on either side of it. Glancing down at her phone on the center console, she scowled when she saw no new messages.

A tap on the window made her gasp, whirling around to stare at a uniformed man outside. He gestured to roll down her window, and she slowly reached out for the crank.

An awkward silence settled between them as she slowly rolled down the window. The policeman's face was set in a displeased frown, lips pressed into a tight line.

Finally, once the window was down enough, he questioned flatly, "Do you know how fast you were going, ma'am?"

Not fast enough, she wanted to retort. Instead, she shook her head. "No, I'm afraid I looked away from the speedometer for a moment too long."

"You were doing an eighty in a sixty-five." His eyes narrowed. "What in the hell would be worth doing eighty in a sixty-five with no flow of traffic?"

Face flushed an angry red, Sakura slumped in her seat and mumbled something under her breath.

"What was that?" He leaned in further.

"Mwrndbldwr," she muttered louder.

"Speak up, I can't hear you," he snapped.

"I'm wearing edible underwear!" She yelled, glowering up at him with all the embarrassed rage she could muster.

After a moment of stunned silence on the officer's side, she explained, "I'm late for a date with a guy I really started to click with. If he cancels on me because I get ticked I swear-"

"Calm down," the officer gruffly interrupted, pulling his hat down to further shadow his face. In the flashing lights of his car, she swore she could see a blush creeping along his cheeks. "License and registration."

With a quiet grunt, she leaned over to the glovebox and fished about for the paper. Handing it to the officer, she dug in her purse for her wallet and quickly produced her license.

He squinted when he saw her picture. Looking back and forth between her and the license, she could almost hear the question in his mind.

"Yes, my hair is natural," she sighed heavily.

"I wasn't going to question that," he answered, shaking his head. "You're... older than I thought you'd be."

Leaning back, Sakura raised a brow. "How young could I feasibly be? Sixteen?"

Shaking his head again, he left the window and walked back to his car.

Heart pumping in her throat, the pinkette slumped even further in her seat and closed her eyes, feeling a headache forming. Slowly she rubbed her fingers in tight circles on her temples, not even bothering to look up when the cop came back to the window.

"Here." He pushed the items through. "Just for the record... you're actually wearing...?"

"Yes," she sighed tiredly, taking the paper and her license before leaning over to stuff the registration back in the glovebox. She paused, looking back over. "I'm really not that kind of girl usually."

Taken-aback, the cop remained quiet.

"Really," she repeated with a shrug. "But this one... I feel like this might actually end my dry spell."

He shifted from foot to foot, shifting his eyes to the side.

"I haven't had a date in forever." Another sigh. "Now I'm wondering if it was even worth it to get this stupid licorice panty-"

"Ma'am, uh, miss Haruno," the cop quietly interrupted. "I think I'm your date tonight."

She paused, turning to look up at him in shock.

When he tipped his hat up, she noticed a familiar face.

"Oh... oh my gosh," she dumbly breathed. "I'm, uh..."

The cop rubbed the back of his neck and huffed a laugh. "Uh, so, I guess we're still on for that date. I was worried I was the late one."

"Oh, no, no you're so fine!" She blurted. "I- I mean, it's fine."

An awkward silence hung heavily in the air for several loud seconds.

"So," he said, putting the notepad away. "Just this once... I'll let you off easy."

Sakura blinked, before giving him a mischievous grin. "It's not because of the edible panty set, is it?"

The cop coughed into his fist, turning away as she burst into laughter.