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It had taken a whole month before Sakura was able to set foot on the Uchiha grounds again.
She had busied herself with any extra shifts she could find at the hospital and avoided Sasuke like the plague. She hadn't meant to sit on his face but now she thought about it all the time. Whether she was filling medical charts or drawing a patient's blood, the memory would visit her without fail.
In the privacy of her office Sakura had broken more than a few pencils while writing notes when a sudden hot flash would overtake her whole body with no warning.
She hated the way her thighs craved a certain obstruction between her knees.
"Mendokusai.." she muttered under her breath looking at the freshly snapped writing utensil in her hand.
A small gust of wind ruffled the papers on her desk causing the medic-nin to look up. The object of her frustration stood in front of her with a casual air. The ninja's hands were hidden inside the pockets of his black trousers. With every ounce of nonchalance Sasuke tilted his head down at her. Raven bangs fell attractively into his dark eyes. The rest of his wild locks were still just as unruly at the back of his head.
"Sakura."
She barely heard the words as her disobedient eyes fixated on his jaw. She forgot to answer like any normal individual would do when someone addressed them. Her brain was too busy replaying the look of surprise that covered Sasuke's face when she had swung her body to pin him a month ago. She was now recalling the warmth of his chest underneath her when she had perched herself on top of his chest.
The room of her office was begging to charge with a wicked type of energy.
Warmth flourished in her stomach remembering how his hot breath felt against her.
Her eyes sluggishly rose from his jaw to meet his.
Sasuke's own became heated having patiently waited for hers to meet his. Others had mentioned the arrogance of the Uchiha clan, usually out of contempt. But at the moment… he was well aware that he was the embodiment of arrogance.
Had he captured the attention of the most curious little creature he'd ever met?
Arousal was pooling in his stomach and he almost felt light-headed when he saw her chest burn a tinge brighter.
Before the room's temperature could increase, Sakura realized he had caught her looking.
Before she could identify the deviant glint that frolicked across onyx he interrupted her examination. Sasuke was genuinely uncomfortable with how he might possibly react if those green eyes shone in fascination at the end of her personal inspection. He didn't need to give himself away.
"Naruto's coming for dinner."
Sasuke's sentence gave her mind an excuse not to focus on how embarrassed she definitely should be. It gave her poor mind a break and offered her a simple answer to a simple invitation.
"Yes." She said it in a desperate attempt to get him out of her office. Sasuke didn't usually go about inviting her anywhere in a normal way. It was usually an indirect statement and she would always say yes.
Turning around, the raven-haired man flickered out of her office.
She should have said no.
She definitely should have said no.
Tired and in the sanctuary of her empty office and thoughts she dropped her now burning face onto her desk.
Her right hand still gripped the useless pieces of what was once her pencil.
Sasuke had acted like nothing had happened, so she assumed it was safe to believe that maybe what happened wasn't as embarrassing as she thought it was.
Sakura hadn't realized that Sasuke had shown up after noticing she wasn't in her usual places.
He didn't quite like the absence of pink around the village.
So she was back and sitting at his dining table.
'That's better.'
Sasuke didn't realize he had thought that quiet thought.
Instead, he was listening to Sakura on his left answer another one of Naruto's questions.
"Neh Sakura-chan I always knew I wanted to be Hokage but was being a medic always your life ambition?" The blonde across from Sasuke had his chin rested in his palm, elbow casually bent on top of the table. He looked to his right at the medic-nin who was scooping up a spoonful of vanilla yogurt from her dessert bowl.
Pausing, Sakura thought about it for a moment before answering. She remembered how she didn't know what she wanted to do until she had seen Tsunade heal a shinobi who had been on the brink of death when she was a Genin.
"No."
And before she could follow up with her explanation she was interrupted by the vile cunning of the Uchiha sitting next to her.
"Being a fangirl was."
Sakura's eyes widened as she spun her head to her right, barely believing the words that had come out of his mouth.
It was the fact that his lips were still in the same line they were always in.
It was the fact that not a hint of emotion could be detected in his tone.
However.
Dare she say, the mirth in his eyes?
It was playing a dangerous game with her.
The fury that washed over her faster than any Uchiha could move only exploded when Sasuke closed his eyes.
He thinks he can end a game just like that?
Naruto's bellow of laughter wasn't even registered, the sound loud enough that it could be heard from down the hall.
Without thinking she flicked her wrist.
Towards Sasuke.
In her heart of hearts, she loved the noise the yogurt made on connection with Sasuke's face.
The thrill that whispered up her spine shook hands with the burning intensity of her fury.
How
Satisfying.
That was the last thought Sakura had before Sasuke's hand was on her neck and his whole body was flying over the table.
The enchanting chime of her laughter echoed in Sasuke's ears as both of their chairs tumbled to the ground loudly. She was no longer in his grip, and a wood log had made a loud thump on contact with the chair he was about to fall on.
"Haruno." He cursed as his knees made painful contact with the floor and empty chair.
The noise of a third wooden chair thumping against the ground was due to Naruto laughing so hard he had fallen out of his chair. Tears were streaming down his face.
Sasuke was out of the dining room exit before Naruto could even manage to gasp for air.
Nimble feet flew over the wooden floors of the Uchiha estate. Pink hair whipped behind the woman as she danced through the hallways.
The feeling was exhilarating.
He was on her almost like a stain.
Sasuke was more than unimpressed with the true nature of her speed.
This little creature was dead.
Sasuke couldn't let her live.
How was she managing to evade his fingers every time they were almost touching the fabric of her shirt?
She should not be this fast.
Her tinkling laughter only solidified his choice of death as punishment. It was unforgivable. The way he felt elated each time he thought he finally had her in his grasp. Sasuke didn't bother to avoid acknowledging his inability to stay still when she had started the game.
Sakura let out another giggle as his finger brushed her own as she swung around another doorway. He wasn't aware of the smile that had appeared on his lips as he used his left hand to grip the edge of the doorway to launch himself around the same corner in an effort to catch her.
Sakura on the other hand was bemused that Sasuke was this playful.
Sasuke liked races too.
The thought made her stomach warm.
Thud.
A warm chest made an interruption and Sakura was falling before she could gather her senses.
Spicy ginger and honey wafted through her nose before a small 'Oh' fell from her lips. She kept falling until she stopped. Lifting her head it moved further back than she intended to because of the strong grip that had infiltrated its way into her hair.
Soft.
The body underneath hers felt something like home.
Sakura stared at Shisui's stunned eyes. She observed that the clouds had seemed to stop moving behind them.
Behind? Sakura's mind was slow to notice.
The warm solid matter that hit her from behind was crashing a wave of whiskey over her. Her right leg was caught between the person's legs below her and her chest was squishing impossibly hard into their well-defined chest.
The next second Sakura was yanked forcefully back.
Sasuke's large hand held complete control of her neck.
Arousal gripped her body.
Sasuke's fingers fisted even tighter in her locs, lifting her body enough for her back to arch.
Sakura's eyes slipped closed, enjoying the feeling.
Beneath her Shisui hardened immediately. Curly locs fell into his eyes as he lifted his head to get closer to hers.
But before Shisui pressed close enough for Sakura to feel his arousal she was gone.
A cloud of smoke filled the air.
"Witch." Sasuke's furious voice echoed against the walls.
It had happened rather quickly.
Shisui had never felt disappointment so swift when he felt the block of wood hit his abdomen.
He dropped his head back in defeat and closed his eyes as he willed himself to stay on the floor.
The shadow of Sasuke's figure provided shade from the ceiling light for a second before his little cousin had disappeared into another hallway. Even the warmth from the overhead fixture's rays were too much for his body to add to his own temperature.
The look he had just seen on her face burned behind his eyes and only added gasoline to the wildfire.
Shisui knew it was a problem already.
Truthfully, it was a bigger problem now that he knew Sakura-chan liked to race.
And if her grin hadn't been absolutely wild as she turned that corner of the Uchiha estate.
His thoughts were inviting him to give in and remember how her breasts felt against his chest.
Sighing, Shisui sat up from the ground, letting the block of wood roll away from his side.
Contrary to his affinity for speed he now felt like he had more in common with a sloth.
No one really told any stories about sloths winning races.
The tortoise at least had a chance in that story with the hare and here he was, not even invited to one.
'Wild.' Shisui lingered on the thought of her smile for longer than he cared to admit to.
Itachi was suspicious when he noted a bright chakra signature headed at surprising speed toward him.
And he was slightly startled when Sakura burst through the entrance of the Uchiha clan library.
But he was shocked by the urgency in her sweet voice.
An air of hysteria had came over his little brother's pretty teammate.
The mirth in her eyes almost made him want to laugh but her seriousness was cutting.
"Help he'll kill me."
Sakura was flying towards him and she'd picked the wrong entrance to go into.
There was no exit.
Itachi could sense the dark chakra signature that was making gains on her.
What a curious little thing.
What had she done this time?
Itachi's fascination with her was getting worse and against his better judgment he flicked his head towards his desk. The long-haired assassin had been sitting at the modestly large desk reading some scrolls before his favorite shade of red made an entrance. His dark eyes admired the locs flowing behind her as she flew closer to him. His long legs had been comfortably stretched in the space underneath the desk but he shifted them so the backs of his legs touched his chair.
It was just enough space for Sakura to fit into.
The kunoichi held a hand over her mouth to quiet her shaky breathing and took a moment to appreciate Itachi's kindness. Her chest was still heaving in an effort to catch her breath but she managed to focus on hiding her chakra signature.
Itachi looked up as Sasuke burst into the room a second later.
He stifled his smile at the sight of his little brother having fun. His irritated expression said it all.
"Where." Sasuke bit out not wanting to waste time.
"Hn." Itachi offered.
Sasuke cursed and left the room. Damn the Uchiha heir's diplomacy. His older brother believed in fair races.
Itachi made a move to shift his body to let Sakura free and in her hurry to leave he was forced to grab her head and force her down when Sasuke burst back into the room. The awkwardness of the movement caused Sakura to trip and force her to put her palms on Itachi's thighs to stay crouching.
Sasuke stared at his older brother with suspicion.
They held eye contact for several moments.
Itachi remained neutral as his brother tried to intimidate him into showing weakness.
However, the stoic man was weak.
Delicate hands were gripping the tops of his muscled thighs and it was torture.
The seconds were taking too long.
Sakura adjusted her grip to balance herself and it caused his large hand to involuntarily grip harder.
Sakura stopped breathing when the action alerted her to her position. She embarrassingly liked the way his long fingertips had inched further into her hair. Itachi's strong hand had a firm hold on top of her head that had been necessary to save her from being caught but was now feeling necessary for very different reasons.
Her breathing was labored but now it felt even more difficult to get oxygen.
He hadn't meant to do that though.
'Just a flinch.'
She shook her head to clear her thoughts but only succeeded in tickling Itachi's thighs with her hair.
His response was automatic.
His little brother had taken the cutting off of eye contact as a dismissal and left down the other hallway.
But what Itachi really did by cutting off eye contact was to inspect what this creature was doing. His breath stilled when his eyes landed on her hands gripping the fabric of his pants. Arousal was a tsunami that was currently drowning Itachi. He gathered there was no blood left in his head when he looked further down to see the bottom half of her pretty features.
The angle of his position caused the desk to cover the top half of her face and leave him with a view of her open lips and heaving chest.
Itachi recoiled his hand and shut his eyes before he could activate the sharingan to inspect whether he'd seen a shadow or whether it was color present on her heaving chest. The sweep of his right leg to the side gave Sakura a chance to escape and break contact from his legs. The action also caused his needy arousal to rub uncomfortably against the material of his black pants.
She was gone before he opened his eyes again and that was a good thing.
Itachi knew his eyes would have given him away.
"Domo." his ears picked out the quiet echo in the library.
It was nice.
Itachi thought to himself as he returned to his scrolls.
To watch her.
If that was all he was ever allowed to do.
Itachi convinced himself that he didn't need a name for the color he saw under his desk.
Couldn't be red if it was just a shadow.
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AN:
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Was listening to Residue by Tayla Parx while writing this.
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