Sakura, is a cougar…. so, there MUST be endless teasing and embarrassment for both sides… right?

A sasusaku 'canon-compliant' snippet.

Now normally Sakura Haruno wasn't one for being teased, about anything really. Especially when it came to her, well her somewhat precarious and slowly budding relationship with a certain dark-haired nin. But as of late, it seemed like everyone was involved in some sort of joke… and at their expense no less.

She just couldn't understand why. Like her conversation with Ino yesterday for instance.

—flashback—

"Oh.. god… p-please… I c-can't… t-to… ahh… sensitive," she cried out as her nails dug into his scalp. She glanced down and… oh god. She shouldn't have looked.

"Forehead?"

The dark hunger in his eyes was all consuming. His mouth was coated in her fluids. His fingers pressing deeply into her thighs, spreading her wide open for his visual pleasure and his perfect lips… his tantalizing, experienced tongue—

"Forehead."

"Shh…," he purred, while his lips twisted further; dark eyes glued to her face. "You can handle it, Sa-ku-ra."

Could she though… really?

"FOREHEAD!"

Sakura was ripped from her scandalous thoughts by the loud-mouthed blonde sitting across from her and sighed before giving her friend her undivided attention once more. "What is it, pig?" Ino leaned forward, a wide smirk growing across her red stained lips as she crossed her arms on the table's smooth surface.

"Daydreaming about Sasuke-kun again, hmm?"

She blushed deeply. "No." She could lie all she wanted… but the fact remained that Ino Yamanaka… knew better.

She observed the pinkette for another moment before her cerulean eyes flashed mischievously. "Sakura, did you know that the average age difference… for a heterosexual couple anyway… is around 2.3 years… with the man older than the woman. Now, in sixty-four percent of heterosexual couples, the man is older. But, in twenty-three percent, the woman is older… and in the remaining thirteen percent the partners are less than twelve months apart in age."

Sakura simply blinked at her friend. Confused as to where this conversation was headed but not really wanting to find out, if she was being honest with herself that is. "Wow, pig. That's fascinating. Now, can we jus—"

Ino cut her off. "Did you also know that the definition of a cougar… is an older woman seeking a sexual relationship with a younger man."

'Is she serious? What the hell, Ino!? I should just fucking hit her… right in the mouth. Shannaro!'

Sakura's eyes narrowed as her blonde friend burst into a fit of laughter. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest in frustration, though there was a brightly displayed blush taking up residence on her cheeks by this point… thanks to her friends' implications.

That part of her relationship with the Uchiha was still fairly private after all… and she wasn't one to openly talk about her tryst. "A cougar, pig? Really? Tsk. I fucking hate you!"

Ino's laughter only increased.

—end of flashback—

Or even the time that she had gone out to a pre-planned dinner with her former teammates; Kakashi, Sai, Sasuke, and Naruto. Even without them using that word specifically she had still felt… judged somehow. And the teasing, from Sai no less, was even worse than it had been with Ino.

—flashback—

She could feel that his gaze was upon her… even without looking… and kept her head dutifully down, gaze zeroed in on her small bowl of noodles while the only blonde of their group continued to spat on about today's training session.

"And then he—"

A gentle bump from his foot against her ankle startled her and against her better judgement, Sakura glanced up. She really… really shouldn't have though. Sasuke's gaze was smoldering as he brought a spoonful of veggies and broth up to his lips, which puckered slightly as he blew across its surface. His mismatched orbs held her green ones captive while his foot continued to make an upwards ascent.

From ankle, to calf and shin, to knee, and then to her—

"Fuck," she hissed as her leg lifted high; her knee banging against the underside of the table and causing their bowls to rattle. Naruto stopped talking and all eyes were on her; a knowing, wicked smirk on her lover's thin lips was cast in shadow and hidden from everyone's view with his gloved hand. His foot remained in place however.

Sakura forced a tight-lipped smile and cleared her throat. "Sorry about that. I got a cramp."

Sai, of course, had to be the one to speak up next. "Oh, I know what would help with that, Ugly. (Sasuke's dark eyes narrowed at the nickname.) Ino gets those sometimes, but it's usually only during our intimate times. I help her with it by placing my hands on her—"

"I don't need any help with it, Sai. Thanks though," Sakura quickly interjected, before grabbing for her spoon again. And of course, Sai didn't take the hint and continued much to Sakura's chagrin.

"Oh, does the Uchiha not help you when you get cramps during intimate times? I read once… in a book… that with some older women, they can get—"

"I'M NOT OLD, DAMN IT!" Her fist slammed down onto the table, rattling the dishes once more. All was silent for a moment… nobody moved for fear of setting her off again.

It wasn't until Kakashi made his untimely appearance that the mood shifted back to one of semi-friendliness. "Sorry I'm late. I was just helping an old lady…"

"IF ANYONE ELSE SAYS THE FUCKING WORD OLD… I WILL PERSONALLY MURDER THEM! SHANNARO!"

A small bead of sweat dripped from the jonin's temple as he held both of his hands up in surrender. He then leaned over towards Naruto… who had decidedly kept his head down and asked, "Did I miss something?"

"You don't want to know," Naruto mumbled, while stuffing his face with some more of his ramen. For once, he wasn't on the receiving end of Sakura's anger, and he was going to keep it that way.

— end of flashback—

But the most compelling… if not the most annoying time… was when her shishou had stopped her from leaving work one day to have a "serious conversation".

'Serious my ass,' Sakura thought as she slipped out of her doctor's coat, the memory of that day washing over her as she stacked her documents neatly, before heading out the door.

—flashback—

"Sakura, come and see me in my office in two minutes…," Tsunade had stated one afternoon as she poked her head into Sakura's office. Two minutes later… Sakura had found herself standing across the room from her shishou, hands clasped tightly behind her back as she gazed uncertainly at the older sannin.

Tsunade's brown eyes were piercing, her gaze probing as she observed her pupil silently. She nodded her head once to one of the chairs in front of her after a minute. "Come in. Sit down."

"I'm not a dog you know," Sakura grumbled, but complied nonetheless. After her butt hit the slightly chilled wood, the blonde pounced; wasting no time in her interrogation.

"How long have you been seeing the Uchiha boy?"

Sakura fidgeted with her skirt and blushed. "What do you mean, shishou? We are friends. We have been ever since he—"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Sakura swallowed. "I guess… umm… four… months?"

"Are you asking me or telling me, Sakura," she questioned; a single, blonde brow lifted while she tilted her head to the right. Sakura squirmed slightly in her seat.

"Telling."

"Hmm. How long have you been a couple? Romantically."

"Oh, we aren…"

"Don't make me repeat myself… and don't lie to me." The pinkette sighed in defeat and unable to meet the woman's eyes any longer… she looked to the large, picture window behind her head instead.

"Three months."

"How long have you been sleeping with him?"

Sakura's heated blush darkened to a deep burgundy. "Two months…," she mumbled; eyes now firmly downcast to her tightly clasped and slightly sweaty hands.

Seconds passed…

… minutes maybe.

"Okay, now as the older woman in your relationship… here is what you need to know about sex and pleasure."

After an hour…

Sakura was finally able to escape her shishou's "lesson" (thanks to an unexpected emergency… that ended in zero casualties); though she found it hard to look at Sasuke that night when she got back home.

The blush on her cheeks was a permanent fixture until the following morning.

—end of flashback—

Sakura scoffed at the memory as she made her way down the darkly lit street. 'I am NOT a cougar…,' she thought as she easily sidestepped a particularly rowdy looking group; her fast pace quickening significantly while she gave a curt (albeit friendly) nod to one of the local shopkeepers. 'Just because I'm a few months older than Sasuke-kun, doesn't mean I'm a— Oh, I wish that they would keep their noses out of our business. It's not their relationship. They might end up scaring him away… and he just got back. Ugh, this is ridiculous… Shannaro!'

Sakura stomped furiously up the concrete steps and was fishing for her keys when the front door flew open to reveal the very same man that she had just been thinking about. "Sasuke-kun!"

His lips pulled up to reveal just the barest hint of a smile as he stepped to the side to allow her to pass. "How was your day," he asked before closing and locking the door behind them.

She tossed her shoes to the side and stood with an angry huff. Sasuke chuckled while he placed his lone hand along her midriff and leaned down to give her a gentle peck on the corner of her lips, causing her to blush an even rosier hue than before. She still wasn't fully used to their intimate interactions… though they were always welcome… and it showed, almost anytime Sasuke decided to initiate things between them. "That bad, huh?"

He smirked and moved around her to head to the kitchen, where the scent of freshly brewed tea began to reach her nostrils. Sakura quickly followed in his footsteps.

She sighed as she sat at the counter while Sasuke placed a steaming mug in front of her. She thanked him and took a long-drawn-out sip, before placing it back on the counter in front of her. "It was just… more of the same old things." Sasuke nodded his understanding. "What about you? How was your day, Sasuke-kun? Same old, same old?"

"Hai. Naruto and I spared some and he wouldn't stop with the… obnoxious insults." Sakura groaned and placed her forehead on the cool surface next to her hot drink, cursing darkly under her breath.

"Why can't they just stop and leave it alone. It's not like I'm years older than you. It's just a few months."

"Six to be exact, but who's counting," Sasuke teased as he made his way to her side. She huffed again and rolled her eyes at him; a weary smile ever present on her plump lips.

"Don't you start with me too, Sasuke-kun. You're NOT the one being called names." His expression softened and he moved to stand in front of her, his fingers wrapping around her chin firmly to pull her face up, so that she was forced to meet his intense gaze.

"Age doesn't matter, Sakura. Only our feelings for each other does. Age is just a number." The woman sighed and leaned into him, her eyes closing slowly as he rubbed his thumb lightly against her jawline, sending tingles down her spin.

"I guess you're right, Sasuke-kun. But still, I—"

"Don't worry about that now," he said as he leaned into her seated form, allowing his head to drop towards hers as his gaze shifted to her pouting lips and then back up again. "I will take care of it later. For now, come here. I missed you."

She chuckled nervously. Her blush was darkening still and her tongue came out to brush against the soft, plump flesh surrounding it. "It'll be hard… but I think you can help me forget about it for a while. Can't you, Sasuke-kun?"

His smirk grew tenfold. "Hai. I'll see what I can do for you, Sa-ku-ra," he purred, before his lips came crashing down onto hers.

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The next day…

"Sasuke, stop it! I get it alright! I won't say anything about it anymore! Who cares if Sakura-chan is older… right? I'm begging you to stop! Please! It's not like I'm the one who called her a cougar! That was Sai and Ino I swear," Naruto screamed as Sasuke advanced towards him, blue-colored chakra beginning to emanate noisily from his outstretched hand; the sound of a thousand birds echoing off the walls and other various surroundings that happened to be their current training grounds.

Sasuke's expression darkened. "Too late for that. They will get theirs. For now though, it's your turn. (His single hand lifted and his black eyes shifted.) Chidori!"

Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.