"Where does your brother work?" Sakura asks out of the blue, flipping the page of a book she's not reading.
Sasuke's too busy flipping through his phone to give her a straight answer.
"In an office."
It's a half-assed reply but she's used to his half-assed everything and only nods. She saw Itachi leaving an office the other day, late at night, dressed in the coat he lent her a week ago. The building itself holds plenty of office spaces. Itachi can be anything from an engineer to a broker.
She wrinkles her nose at the thought. Neither of them quite suits his personality. Not that she knows him that well. Better than before, in ways she never expects. Sakura shifts in her half-seated position, pressing her knees together when her stomach does that thing again.
"What does he do?" She tries to keep the conversation light. To keep Sasuke from suspecting anything.
Her friend tosses his phone in the middle of the bed, nearly hitting her ankle in the process.
"He works in therapy."
Sasuke rolls over then stands, walking around the bed still shirtless from earlier.
Therapy? That's unexpected.
"Like a counselor?"
Her friend rubs a hand through his tousled hair and keeps walking. "Something like that, yeah."
"Where are you going?" Sakura questions, dropping the pretense of reading to watch him walk past her.
"To take a piss!" Sasuke calls out over his shoulder then disappears down the hall.
Sakura rolls her eyes as the annoying buzz of several texts from too many women jiggles the phone near her feet. This is why she and Sasuke could never be more than friends with benefits and then just friends because the benefits part only benefited him. He's not narcissistic or inconsiderate or anything, just very confident. Sasuke looks good and he knows it. Smart and perceptive, he's what women like except for his lack of desire to be locked down. If a woman is ballsy enough to flirt with him then she's ballsy enough to be left by him. That's according to Sasuke's logic. Sakura thinks his way of thinking is stupid. But she was ballsy enough to flirt with him and ballsy enough to leave him. Then again, she's known him for years, so it doesn't count.
When Sasuke comes back, he doesn't get back on his side of the bed. Instead, she feels him slide across the sheets from the bottom. Sakura opens her knees up a little to figure out what the heck he's doing. Her friend grabs her ankles and pulls her legs apart all the way. Sakura knows that he doesn't mean any of it. But her body reacts the same way it did the last time Sasuke crawls up to her face from between her legs, pinning her head between his elbows. She presses the book down against her chest because God forbid he sees how hard her nipples are just from the way he looks at her.
"Why are you asking questions about Itachi all of a sudden? You changed your mind about Uchiha now?"
There's no malice or anything in his tone. Playful, perhaps, with the way he just barely allows himself to touch her. She brushes her knee against the sweatpants covering his hips. Partly because she wants more physical contact but also because she knows what Sasuke likes. She isn't going to be the only one aching here.
"I was curious," Sakura admits.
He chuckles, and his breath smells distinctly like the raspberry gelato they had earlier that somehow ended up with him shirtless in her bed. Not somehow. He spills some, and his expensive dry clean only but this is an emergency shirt is in the wash. But the only thing Sakura can focus on right now is how much better than gelato sounds from Sasuke's mouth. She reasons that if he tries to kiss her, she will let him. They are friends. But those past benefits make it so they are more casual with each other than they probably should be. To the point where Sasuke feels too comfortable being shirtless between her legs, smirking knowingly and watching her mouth. Sakura pulls his hips down when she wraps her legs around his waist and locks them at the ankles, wiping that smirk off his stupid face.
They won't do anything. They never do. He'll get her just hot enough to hide hard nipples poking through her t-shirt behind a book. And she'll rile him just enough to where he goes to find some other girl to relieve the tension.
It's a weird dynamic but everything else they try ends in disaster and a fight. And Naruto loudly complaining that they should just stop already. Because they suck at being in a relationship together.
They have stopped but…Sasuke rolls his hips. Sakura gasps. He laughs. She punches him in the stomach.
"Idiot!"
He collapses with the wind knocked out of him, crushing the book against her chest. She winces in both pleasure and pain.
"Shit, Sakura, I was joking," Sasuke complains.
She rolls her eyes, "That was too much."
Sasuke pulls himself up, inspecting his chest for her viewing pleasure. His nipples are hard too. Sakura swallows down memories.
He's slightly red where she hits him but is otherwise okay. All the tension they've built up comes crumbling down when Sasuke forces her leg straight to reach over and grab his vibrating phone.
"If you're interested in my brother, good luck," Sasuke sits back on his heels, "Itachi doesn't date."
Immediately she thinks of their kiss and finds her friend's words hard to believe. Even more so, his lack of disapproval. Not a question or a concern or a very hard no. Just some luck and that half-assed smirk. She's not exactly interested in Itachi like that…just curious about him. But if she were, it's nice to know her closest friend doesn't disapprove.
Sakura watches Sasuke casually scratching at the hair right above his waistband while answering messages.
He really is too damn sexy for his good. She thinks that one day, some woman is going to come along and wreck the shit out of him. In a good way. Until then, while he's distracted, she bends her knee then presses her foot right into his dick. Sasuke hisses out a throaty groan, dropping his phone and grabbing her leg.
"You know you can't do that, Sakura, damn it!"
Sakura smiles, feeling vindicated.
A/N: Did I mention this was cursed? Haha! Anyways, a love a good short, and sweet story. Although this is more short, less sweet, a little *ahem* and a lot of *hmm*
-CeCe^^