With several explicit curse words coming to mind; he scrambled to grab their clothing before helping Sakura to get dressed. Right as the last article of clothing was put back into place, they heard their names being called from somewhere just outside of their sights.
He quickly grasped her hand, before pulling her forward and into the bright light of the afternoon sun; just as a tall figure came into view.
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Somehow, Sasuke was able to convince Ino's boy toy, Sai, that the couple had simply wandered off from their small little gathering, in order to go for a nice (relatively relaxing) afternoon stroll. That's when they happened to stumble across this tiny cave, and were simply marveling at the beautiful and intricate hieroglyphs inside of it that adorned the entirety of the rounded curvature of its walls.
Yes, of course that was complete and utter bull shit, but irregardless of whether or not it was fact or fiction... it got the tall, pale-skinned man off of their trail for the time being; which he was utterly thankful for. Though, he knew from the curious and scrutinizing glares from the others, that they would be much harder to convince. So instead of even attempting it, Sasuke busied himself with bringing Sakura over to their towels; then sat her down, before grabbing a cold beverage from the cooler and handing it to her.
Sakura's cheeks blazed as their friends watched them closely for another minute, before resuming their previous conversations. 'Crisis averted,' she thought; that is, until Hinata tapped her kindly on the shoulder to secretly inform her that she had a few little fingerprint-sized bruises on her right hip that weren't there before both she and Sasuke had left a little while ago. 'Damn it!'
Sakura glanced at Sasuke... who happened to overhear the whole 'secret' conversation... to try and get some form of help from him, but he only smirked at her before winking and then turning away to resume his conversation with Naruto. Sakura seethed, but tried her best to ignore her growing irritation and turned to give the dark-haired girl a reassuring grin. She waved it off as nothing, but knew that Hinata didn't exactly buy it; but she did drop the matter, much to Sakura's immediate relief.
The pink-haired teen laid on her back and closed her eyes as the sun shined high above them; her skin heating almost uncomfortably, but she knew that going into the ocean to cool off... right now, while she recovered anyway... wasn't an option. Ino and Hinata lay beside her and conversation followed soon afterwards while the boys went to the water.
"So," Ino started, while flopping onto her belly. "I was thinking that maybe we could go shopping in a little while... to that mall we passed on the way here. You know, the one that has the really cute window displays. Maybe we can find something to wear for tonight's... festivities."
Sakura huffed and turned her head to glance at the blonde. "Why can't we just wear what we've already packed, pig? I really don't need any more clothes. I don't wear half of what I have as it is." Hinata remained decidedly silent, but tuned into the conversation because she had to agree with Sakura. She wasn't someone who liked to dress provocatively... and knew that was exactly what Ino had in mind. The blonde-haired woman was definitely much more outgoing than she was.
Ino lifted her upper half off the towel beneath her and rested her weight on her elbows; then pulled her sunglasses down past the bridge of her nose, so that she could meet her friend's glare with one of her own. "Look forehead, this is my birthday week and I insist on going shopping. I won't take no for an answer."
After a heated staring contest between the two females, Sakura finally caved. With a harsh sigh she rolled her emerald eyes... before her features pulled down and into a deeply set pout. "Fine...," Sakura groaned while crossing her arms over her petite chest. "I will agree... but ONLY because it's your birthday week. That is the ONLY reason and it's a onetime thing. So, don't expect it to ever happen again. Got it?"
Ino smiled joyfully, prior to resuming her position on the towel. "I can't wait to put you in something sexy. Sasuke will go absolutely crazy..."
Sakura blushed abundantly and tried to change the subject almost immediately. "So, when we all get there... what do you guys want to do first? Are we going straight for the drinks or dancing?"
"I... I think we should dance...," Hinata stuttered; her lavender eyes shifting to the creamy sand for a brief moment, before moving towards the boys. The pinkette followed her friend's softening gaze and watched on as Naruto and Sasuke started to wrestle in the lower tides. Their muscular arms were interlocked together as they pushed (hard) against each other... and Sai stood to the side of them both, observing; probably the silent referee if Sakura had to guess.
"I think that dancing would be nice...," she finally agreed; before turning her head to the side and closing her tired eyes. She wished she could take a nap, but now wasn't the time. She would simply have to try and go to bed a little early tonight... if Sasuke would allow her to do so that is. Sakura wasn't too sure that he would. "We can always do drinks later on."
Ino huffed. "Well, you guys might not be drinking anything, but I'm certainly getting at least a shot in me before I start dancing." Sakura shook her head and smiled. "So, let's say about thirty more minutes of this, and then we leave the boys for a little while to do our shopping spree." Sakura could practically feel her friend's enthusiasm and gave a lighthearted chuckle in response.
"Fine, but don't expect me to spend much."
"I will be picking out both of your dresses...," Ino insisted as she switched her position so that she could lay on her back; at the same exact time that Sakura moved to lay on her stomach. "Trust me... it's going to be fantastic; and your boys will be dying to tear them off of you before the night is through."
"That's kind of what I'm afraid of...," the pinkette mumbled under her breath; emerald orbs shifting towards Hinata briefly, where she sat in a beach chair under the shadows of an umbrella, to give her a worried look.
"It's settled then," Ino proclaimed with a wide grin spreading across her plump cheeks. Sakura was only slightly concerned by this; secretly hoping that the gods above would give her the strength and willpower to NOT strangle her best friend by the end of this birthday vacation.
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"Seriously, pig. This isn't going to fit me!" Sakura was flabbergasted and appalled all at once when Ino had placed this, monstrosity, into her opened arms. She looked at the fabric for the umpteenth time, her face twisting into a grimace, before she tried to hand it back to the blonde. Ino absolutely refused to take it though, and glared at her with open annoyance. "I'm serious," she insisted; arm still outstretched. "I'm not wearing this."
"You can at least try it on, forehead...," Ino raved while rolling her eyes. "It's not that bad. Honestly. I don't know what you would do without me..."
"I would be going to this stupid thing in a pair of comfy jeans and a simple t-shirt. That's what!"
"Hey...," Ino spouted; finger lifting to poke Sakura in the chest angrily. "It is not some stupid thing. Why can't you just comply? Hinata did, and she's getting the dress I picked out for her! Why can't you just suck it up Sakura, and go with the flow?"
Sakura rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her jutted out hip. "I'm not some Barbie doll that you can dress up as you please, pig. Plus, I'm not as nice as Hinata... now, am I?" Ino grabbed Sakura by the shoulders and pulled her so close to her that their noses almost touched.
"Listen to me, because I'm only going to say this once, Sakura. You and I both know that you have worn skimpier clothing than this." Sakura blushed deeply, but Ino ignored this and continued. "Now, I have picked this out specifically because I know it will look amazing on you and go really well with your pale as fuck skin tone. If you don't get your fat ass in that changing room and try it on... I will strip you down... right here, right now... in front of all of these people and put you in it myself."
"Ugh... alright already, piggy! Just... will you stop being such a damn drama queen?" The pinkette seethed before stomping her way towards one of the changing rooms; then she proceeded to slam and lock the door behind her. The mumbling of incoherent threats, that she was doing under her breath, did little to tamper her emotional state.
Once Sakura has stripped herself of her clothing, she shimmied, jerked, and pulled the material up her legs; then past her shapely hips (after some minor struggles) until it came to wrap around her form like a second skin. Sakura had to admit that the dress itself wasn't nearly as bad as she had originally thought... and the fabric's color did go really well with her natural complexion. However, the length of it... and the amount of visible skin... made her really hesitant to purchase it.
It would be one thing to wear this in front of or for her boyfriend... but, it was a completely different thing altogether, to go out in a public setting in it. She worried her bottom lip between blunt teeth... while she twisted this way and that; admiring her hourglass-shaped figure in the full, floor-length mirror set on the opposite wall. 'What will Sasuke say, if he sees me wearing something like this...,' she wondered. A loud, resonating knock at the door startled her and she jumped slightly when it continued. She only had one guess, as to who it could be. 'Ino...'
"What is it," Sakura screamed as she brought a single finger up to her lips; teeth nibbling at the skin around her long nails, while the other fingers picked at her cuticle anxiously. Sakura inwardly groaned (and visibly rolled her viridescent irises) when the door began to shake dangerously on its metal hinges; the doorknob was also trembling and rattling wildly, while the blonde tried to enter the enclosed changing room.
"Ugh! Just let me in already, Sakura," Ino raved; before pounding on the door one final time, with the blunt part of her fists. The pinkette regarded her options, but decided (in the end) to allow her best friend access to the tiny room; because she knew that it would be counterproductive of her to continue to argue with the blonde, at this point in time. Sakura reached for the locking mechanism and then moved to the side when Ino barged in, only seconds later. "Seriously, forehead. I can't believe that you would even think that..."
But her words died in her throat when she took in the sight of Sakura; who stood awkwardly to the side with her figure shifting from one foot to the other; as anxiety grew in her belly. "Ino, I feel so... foolish... wearing this. Can't you find something else for me to wear?"
"What are you talking about," Ino questioned, as she pulled Sakura into the middle of the room by her wrists. The blonde proceeded to walk around her, before giving a low whistle of approval. "You look fucking hot! God, Sasuke is going to just eat you up when he sees you later and I can't fucking wait to see his face when he sees you." The pink-haired teenager swallowed... hard; that anxious feeling, that had settled in her stomach, grew even stronger.
"Seriously, piggy. I don't think that this is such a good idea. I don't want Sasuke getting the wrong idea about me... or my intentions with tonight's happenings."
"Well, how on earth would he," the blonde asked, while tilting her head to the side. "He knows that your dumb ass is crazy about him; right? So... he knows that you obviously wouldn't leave him; for anything or anyone. Which means that there's no need to worry about it. Now, take it off so we can go to the checkouts and pay for this shit. I need to go to one more place before we head back to the house to get ready."
Sakura wasn't so sure that she agreed with the girl's assumptions, but she reluctantly complied in the end; too tired to continue arguing with her best friend. She just hoped that Sasuke wasn't to mad at her later on... once he had officially seen the "outfit" that she had decided on purchasing.
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'How could she, the little minx.'
Sasuke silently fumed from where he sat with the other guys at the table that they had acquired for the remainder of the evening; onyx-colored eyes flashing violently, while he continued to watch his lover's curvaceous body swaying (provocatively) to the deafening thrumming of the music's 'fast-paced' beat.
His girlfriend was twisting, turning, swirling, and gyrating in wild abandon... with her head thrown back and her emerald orbs closed, as the female seemed to lose herself to the roaring melody; seemingly and completely unaware of his intense gaze upon her willowy form. Her pink hair hung in loosely placed waves down the bare expanse of her upper back and the... dress... that she wore gave him an excellent view of her creamy skin.
Sasuke could feel his anatomy responding to the provocative display and shifted uncomfortably in his chair before taking a long and hard sip of his beer; the amber-colored liquid burning his throat on its way down his esophagus. He was trying to decide if he was in a safe enough position to go to her, when he felt a harsh push against his ribs.
'Naruto...'
Naruto nudged him in the side and he practically growled at the poor boy as he turned to give him a harsh glare. Due to his liquid courage, the male didn't seem the least bit intimidated; which could be his downfall, if the raven-haired teen chose to take that route. "What," he seethed; his knuckles transforming from fair to a ghostly and unnatural shade of white against his slightly sweaty palms.
"D-didn't you hear me," the blonde slurred; hand slipping from his glass, where it came down and onto the wooden tabletop with a jarring clatter. "I said... I... I s-said, I think I'm in love..."
He rolled his black eyes before pushing Naruto's arm from around his shoulder when the boy tried to give him a one-armed hug. "You're a fucking idiot is what you are... and you're drunk." Naruto chuckled and slumped forward; his head coming to rest against his forearms as he gazed at the dance floor longingly.
"She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered on a soft sigh; face softening while he gazed at the Hyūga affectionately. "You know, I think I'm going to marry her. Yeah... I would like that... very much." Naruto was an honest drunk; so, this declaration didn't come as a complete surprise to Sasuke.
The youngest Uchiha had been around his best friend enough to know that he was as honest as they come. He also knew of his friend's feelings for the dark-haired beauty... and had little doubt that Hinata felt the same way. 'They are a good match...,' he thought; while moving Naruto's drink to the side and out of his reach. He was about to respond with some snarky comment, when Sai... whom had been completely silent up until now... decided to speak up. Though, Sasuke wished he hadn't when he heard the words that spilled form the pale man's lips.
"Hey... dickless, emo-boy... why is that guy trying to dance with Ugly?" Sasuke would have clocked him in the jaw for that comment if he hadn't been so distracted by the scene before him. When he looked up... he witnesses a young man, probably a few years older than themselves, attempting to wrap his slimy hands on his girlfriend's hips.
It took all of two seconds, before Sasuke was up on his feet and angrily stomping his way through the thick throng of people; pushing and shoving past anyone who hadn't swiftly moved out of his path as he made his way towards his lover. When he reached Sakura, he grasped the other man by the shoulder and ripped him away from her side; placing himself between the two, while glaring murderously at the other male... silently sizing up his "opponent" in the process.
The man gave him an irritated glare, while it took him a few seconds to regain his footing again. He brushed some invisible dirt from his shirt-sleeve afterwards (where Sasuke had just grabbed him) and took an angry step towards them. Sasuke's body tensed. He was more than ready for a fight, if it came to that. "What's your deal, man?"
"Don't touch her...," Sasuke growled lowly; black eyes narrowing dangerously when the other guy outwardly refused to heed his warning.
"I don't see your name written on her. Besides, I was just getting to know her. I saw her first, you piece of shit."
Sasuke was seeing red... and if it hadn't been for Sakura's small hands wrapped securely around his biceps... her attempt at holding him back... he probably would have unleashed all of his fury on this poor idiot. He allowed for her to cling to him in that moment, (when he normally wouldn't have because he didn't like for her to be in dangerous situations) if for no other reason than that which came from the immense satisfaction from seeing the other man's face twist in dark anger when he saw it; giving Sasuke only minute gratification from the whole situation.
"Sasuke, come on; let's just go..."
"Whatever dude, she isn't even worth it." Sakura tugged her lover away when he took a small step forward; and dragged him from the dance floor, until she came across an empty hallway.
Sakura pulled Sasuke further in until they were a safe distance from the entrance and pushed him against the wall. His face was still a mask of dark rage and his body was still tight with tension. The woman reached around to wrap her arms around his waist before pressing her small frame against his much larger one. He slowly wrapped his arms around her; but she could tell that his focus was elsewhere. "It's okay, love," she whispered, while placing gentle, open-mouthed kisses against his clothed collarbone and shoulders. "I could have handled him. I was about to send him away when you showed up anyhow."
He only grunted as a response to her statement; his strong arms tightening around her. She tilted her head back slightly in order to look at him and saw that he was still looking away from her and towards the direction that they had just come from.
Sakura sighed before slipping her arms between them; her small hands coming up to grasp onto his chiseled jawline with her delicate fingertips. She pulled his face towards hers, and pressed chaste kisses against his pink lips, before smiling at him fondly. "I love you."
Sasuke's thin lips twitched at the edges, while his expression softened. "I love you, too," he uttered, before leaning down to deepen their kisses. She could feel his erection pressing against her belly and brushed herself repeatedly against his front; causing a soft groan to slip from his throat. She faintly smirked against his mouth while moving a hand down between them; her fingertips lightly brushing against his clothed, aching appendage. "I think I owe you for the trouble I've caused with this... outfit. Let me show you how, sorry I am...," she teased; her breath dancing with his; pressing against his frame more firmly... while she moved the other hand down as well.
When her hands moved to the metal clasp on his belt, he grasped her wrist to halt her movements. His breath was harsh as he gazed into her eyes; their dark pools swirling with both passion... and lust. "Sakura, you don't... (he licked his lips) you don't have to—"
"Shh, I want to. Let me love you for once, Sasuke. Let me show you how much you mean to me and how much I want you." Who was he to argue with such a... desperate statement. When he didn't protest any further, she continued.
His belt and zipper easily came undone beneath her fingers; and shortly thereafter... she reached her hand into the wide opening before extracting his thick length from its restrictive prison. Sasuke sighed when her digits wrapped around his girth; her hand sliding smoothly... easily... readily... up and down the velvety length before brushing the small slit at its bulbous tip.
Sasuke leaned backwards slightly... and pressed his muscular frame against the cool, roughly-textured concrete... while moving his hand to the back of her head; wrapping his fingers between her soft locks to pull her in for a heated kiss. His hips thrust forwards... just so; her body wrapping around his, for a brief moment in time, before she slowly pulled away and then began to press soft kisses down the expanse of his pale throat.
His head tilted to give her access while her name slipped off of the tip of his tongue... on a breathy, lust-filled whisper. Sakura lowered (slowly) to her knees; bones and flesh coming into contact with the cold, dirty floor; but she paid her discomfort no mind. Instead, Sakura licked at her plump lips leisurely, before tempting him with the end of her wet muscle; tasting the clear, salty liquid on its aching head. He hissed through his teeth and his grip on her curls became restricting.
Sasuke's hips jutted outwards while she worked his thick cock with her tongue; eyes focusing on his facial features, to gage which acts he found to be the most... desirable. "Sakura, oh, fuck," he groaned and she hummed once before taking the plunge. Her red-stained lips wrapped around him and she bobbed her head downwards... ever so slowly, in order to encase his shaft as deeply as she could get it, before coming up... with a harsh intake of air.
Wet, (tasteful) squelching sounds met his ears as Sakura lubricated him with her own saliva; her emerald eyes shutting tightly while a hand moved down to fondle his aching balls; gently squeezing the mounds in the palm of her hand.
Sasuke tensed when he heard footsteps echoing around him, but refused to allow her to stop and forced Sakura's head down and onto his length; nearly choking her on the fullness of his girth in the process. The woman didn't attempt any form of protest, but Sakura did place her hands on his thighs; in order to help steady her body while he pumped into her opened mouth... with wild and uninhibited movements.
She sucked when he thrust; hard.
She licked when he stilled; for a moment.
Moving as one to bring him to the edge.
When an unknown drunkard rounded the corner and entered their little secluded area of paradise, Sasuke met his dazed expression... with a harsh grimace; but continued his assault on his lover's swollen lips. Sakura, doesn't seem to notice. She whimpers when he nearly removes himself from her heat entirely, before sucking him back in and moaning with deep satisfaction... when he allows her to do so.
Sasuke's grip on her hair tightened again... when the male staggers against the far wall; his brown eyes completely unfocused while he tried to work out what it was that he was actually seeing in front of him. When he did seem to realize what it was that he has become a soul audience to, he made a quick (but unsteady) exit, and went back in the direction that he had originally come from.
Sasuke, was relieved.
His gaze focused on Sakura as soon as her eyes opened and she mumbled something incoherent to him; then hollowed her cheeks... while bobbing wildly against him; nails digging into his thighs as she brought him closer and closer to the edges of bliss.
'Just a little... (grunt)... (groan)... more...'
His one hand moved to join the other and he held her still, before thrusting rapidly in and out of her mouth; cock pushing past her gag reflex to follow the smooth curve of her windpipe. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and Sakura's eyes began to water... but still, he continued. Reaching desperately for that much needed climax.
"S-Sakura, good girl. (huff, pant, growl) Take my cock... nice... and... deep. Fucking hell, I... damn it... (grunt) I'm..."
White-hot heat filled Sasuke's lower half, before shooting upwards and then outwards through the small slit on the tip of his length. He held Sakura still and paused, gasping for breath with his head thrown back against the wall; his black eyes shut tightly, while he emptied himself into her. Sakura greedily swallowed; the taste was slightly tangy as it went down, but she didn't seem to mind.
When he finally relaxed his grip on her, she pulled away with a soft gasp, and took several breathes before coming back to clean him with her tongue. He shivered before stashing himself back into his pants; he then helping Sakura back onto her feet. He looked deeply into her emerald orbs... wiping one of his thumbs across her swollen mouth, (in order to help her remove the excess residue) and then kissed her passionately; before thanking her with a softly spoken whisper. He looked around them once to get his bearings and then grabbed her hand.
"Come on, Sakura," he said, before tucking some of her soft hair behind her ears. "Before someone comes looking for us." She allowed him to pull her along the dimly lit hall behind him; still a little bit dazed from the whole experience.
'Did I really just do that; in a bar no less. What is wrong with me?'
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.
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