"WHAT!? You guys? Oh Jesus… my eyes! Not again!"

'Fuck,' Sasuke thought as he turned slowly to face the new intruder; his black eyes widening significantly as they met a familiar pair of dark orbs… ones that somehow matched his own in color and intensity.

"Fucking hell," Sakura hissed while covering her face with her hands; silently praying to the gods above that this time wouldn't end in complete disaster. "Not again…"

Though if she thought about it, she highly doubted it… for the loud idiot that found them this time… couldn't keep his own mouth shut to save his life.

'This… is going to be a fucking nightmare.'


Sasuke's annoyance was nearly palpable as he glared at the newcomer, shielding Sakura's small, semi-naked form with his larger one while she peaked at the person beyond her fingers with widened eyes.

"Shisui, what are you doing here?"

"There was a complaint and well…," he shifted on his feet and adjusted the belt at his hips; black eyes focused to the left. "I just, good grief you two. Can't you make yourselves at least a little decent… for me. I mean seriously, my poor eyeballs."

Sasuke scoffed but complied as he helped Sakura adjust her top and the dress before tucking his now flaccid length back into his pants. The teen quickly excused herself and rushed to the dressing room to change, the deep red blush on her cheeks seeming to be permanent at this point. After Sakura had all but vanished behind the changing room's door, Sasuke turned to his older cousin with a deep frown.

Shisui stuck his tongue out and smirked. "Don't give me that look, Sasuke. It's not my fault you can't keep it in your pants. Besides, you're lucky it was me assigned to this call and not someone else. I mean imagine if it was Uncle… or worse, your—"

"Don't even go there, Shisui. I'm not in the mood for your teasing," Sasuke growled as he grabbed his cellphone and placed it in his back pocket, then glanced at the changing room door. "So, are you going to tell Mom and Dad about this then?"

"Fuck that! I don't want Uncle to kill me and I don't want to see auntie's reaction either," the young cop's face turned sour before he sighed. "Look… I won't say a word as long as it doesn't happen again, and I won't arrest you either. Although, I should…," he mumbled while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Thanks a lot, cousin," Sasuke said sarcastically, while he rolled his eyes. When his phone buzzed unexpectedly in his pocket, he pulled it out and glanced at the screen, his mood instantly changing at the sight of his fiancés name.

Is he gone yet?

Nope. Sorry, my love. I think he's waiting for us to leave.

Fuck. Why, though? I don't think I can face him after this, babe! I'm so embarrassed! Ugh!

He's just doing his job. It's fine, I promise. He won't bother you Sakura because he will have to get through me first. I don't care if he's a cop, he's my cousin. He won't fuck with me OR you.

That's really reassuring for me, Sasuke. Thank you so much for that. (She says sarcastically, with an extreme eye roll.)

Haha. Come on. We can stop by the sweets shop on the way home if you get done soon. I'll get you some of your favorites. Whatever you want, it's yours.

I'll be out in 5!

Sasuke rolled his dark eyes and smirked before pocketing his phone once again. When a throat cleared beside him, his smile disappeared. He sighed before turning towards his cousin once again, ready to get this conversation over with so that he could continue his date with Sakura.

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After getting Sakura her treats (as promised), they headed back to her house, where Sasuke decided to help her with her bags. When they got to the kitchen, she noticed a tiny note attached to the front of it with one of the magnets and while her fiancé placed her bags neatly on the countertop, she proceeded to read it. As she did, her smile only grew wider before she turned to a curious and slightly confused looking fiancé.

"We have the house to ourselves tonight," she teased with a wink. "If you want to, that is. I know your mom and dad will probably be wondering where you are if you don't go home tonight and—"

He sidled up to her as she rambled and wrapped a strong arm around her thin waist. He placed his lips gently on her temple and then moved slowly down to her ear. "Love, if you want me to stay with you, I will. I can just tell them I'm with Naruto." Her hands moved to grip the front of his shirt and she leaned into him with a sigh.

"I don't want you to get into trouble, babe. If you think they will buy it… then yes, I want you to stay." He smiled at her softly and squeezed her hip with his palm in affirmation.

"I'll text them now." After he was done, "What do you want to do since we have the house to ourselves, beautiful?"

"How about a movie," she said with a shrug.

"Sure," he said and nodded before giving her a chaste kiss and then he was pulling away to go and sit at the counter, on one of the empty bar stools. "Do you want me to pick it out then?"

"That's fine," she agreed whilst she ran her fingers through her hair. Her face twisted with a grimace when she felt the stickiness between her thighs and the strong scent of salt (and something else) hit her nostrils. "But first, I'm going to go and take a hot shower. All I can smell on me, is you."

"Should I join you, my love," he teased, eyes flashing for a brief second. She couldn't stop the gentle blush that was now adorning her cheeks, but she held his gaze firmly as she sauntered to his side. The pinkette leaned forward just enough to press her front against him and brushed her lips along the length of his ear. She could hear his breath hitch slightly in his throat, and smiled knowingly to herself.

"If you desire it, Sasuke. But… you have to help me wash while you're there."

He grabbed her swiftly and pulled her onto his lap before attacking her mouth with his lips. When he pulled away, he held her hair tightly in his grasp and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way, beautiful. Let's go."

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"O-oh, Sa… Ahh!"

Her curvy hips rocked while his hot tongue delved into her further, his large palms gripping her thighs (keeping them spread wide) while his onyx-colored orbs looked skywards, watching her come undone above him, slowly.

The delicious torment had started almost as soon as they had entered the bathroom and her hands now gripped his black locks as if her life depended on it; all the while, she tugged him closer, and her juices squirted and coated his thin lips and chin like the water cascading down her lean figure did.

She tugged harder, too sensitive to allow him to continue any further and when she whimpered, he relented, before rising to his feet. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and easily lifted her, while his lips latched onto her mouth; his tongue pushing past swollen, plump flesh to tangle with her own as he pressed her back against the chilled shower tiles. Sakura pulled away with a gasp when he ground his own hips against hers, her fingers tightening their hold on his hair. She licked her lips slowly and gazed into his eyes.

"I… c-can't wait… please… (pant, pant) I need you…"

He nodded and remained silent while he reached between them to grasp onto his thickened cock firmly then centered himself against her still dripping (and very sensitive) folds.

He purposefully enters her slowly, while her hot and shaky breaths begin to fall upon his neck as she leaned forward; the delectable and delicate column of her throat straining as she pressed her hips towards him with an eager vigor. He chuckled darkly. "You're insatiable lately, love. I wonder why that is? Can you simply not get enough of this cock? Can you just not get enough of me, perhaps?"

She could only give him a low moan as a response when he chose to set a slow pace, savoring the feel of her next to him; surrounding him and loving him. The Uchiha didn't break the eye-contact between them as he thrust, his hips hitting her in just the right places, at the right roughness, to bring her swiftly to climax once again.

Her lips formed a circular shape as her eyes did the same, then her walls began fluttering and clamping around him, before her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"That's it, Sakura. Come for me. Good girl."

Sasuke helped her ride out her climax completely before pulling his still hard length from her tight sheath.

He dropped her to the ground and spun her around before lifting one of her shaky legs and then placing it in the crook of his elbow. He bent slightly to angle himself better before he thrust into her once again. The pinkette gasped loudly and placed her hands against the wall, holding herself up as he used her body for his own means. She didn't mind it though, he made sure to take care of her all the same.

Using his free hand he reached it between them, pressing his chiseled chest against her back as his rough fingertips brushed teasingly against her swollen clit. She mewed and careened backwards, pushing against him while her head lolled to the side before coming to rest upon his shoulder.

He smirked and nibbled her ear gently. "I fucking love you. You know that right, beautiful? That I love you."

"Y-yes…"

"Good. Do you love me too," he growled and she nodded vigorously before his hips increased their pace, and when he clamped his teeth upon her neck, he came, sending her over the edge for the third and final time.

When they were done, they quickly showered and dressed (Sakura in one of Sasuke's shirts and her panties while he wore a pair of black sweatpants that he kept here) before making their way to the living room. "So, what do you want to watch," he asked while shaking out his still damp locks. She moved to the shelves and glanced at their collection before grabbing one.

She held it out to him and he simply raised a brow. "What is it? Do you not like this one? I can pick another."

"No, it's fine, Sakura," he said as he took the disc from her outstretched hand. "It's just not what I thought you would pick, that's all." She snorted and placed a hand on her hip.

"After today, I need some comedy. NOT more romance."

He smirked and shook his head before sticking the DVD into the player. "Like I said, it's fine, love." Sakura went to get them some popcorn and drinks ready and when she returned, her fiancé had set them up a cozy little fortress, consisting of as many plush pillows and soft blankets as he could find. He shrugged when she looked at him and placed his hands in his pockets. "You know, I thought you would want to be comfy." She made her way over to him and leaned up on her toes to place a loving kiss on his cheek.

"I love it, Sasuke. It's absolutely perfect."

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Sasuke found himself (a few days later) rubbing soothing circles against his lover's lower back as she vomited into his parent's porcelain toilet, not even an hour into her visit. He had instantly shooed his mother away, and it was more so because he knew that she would only end up making matters worse, even if her intentions were nothing but pure and kind. After a few whispered words of encouragement from the matriarch, they were left on their own to deal with his fiancés upset and queasy stomach.

When Sakura was finished, he handed her a Kleenex, but continued to support her as she moved to lean against the bathtub. Once he was certain that she wouldn't fall over unexpectedly, Sasuke went out to get a cloth from the hall closet and came back to run it under the faucet. He bent to be on her level and placed it upon her forehead first before patting it down her cheeks and neck.

She gave him a sincere smile. "Thank you, Sasuke. I'm so sorry about this. I didn't mean to be such a bother."

"Nonsense, love. Don't talk like that. If you felt so poorly, you should have said so, Sakura. I would have insisted you stay at home and come over for dinner another day."

She giggled and rested her head against the wall as he held the damp cloth to her forehead once more. "I didn't feel this bad when I left, honestly. It just sort of hit me all of a sudden when I got here. But, come to think of it… it has been doing that a lot lately."

Sasuke frowned and placed the cloth on the back of her neck. "Maybe you should go to the doctor. I can take you."

"I probably should… this isn't like me to be so sick."

"It's settled then, Sak. If you aren't better in a few days, I'm taking you." She smiled and reached up to touch his cheek with her fingertips.

"Promise?"

He bent and placed a kiss on the center of her forehead before whispering, "I promise."

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Sasuke had taken her to the doctor, but he told her to just go home and rest, it was a stomach bug of some kind. She didn't quite believe him but he was the doctor after all, so she did as he asked; though her health didn't improve and she began to wonder, could it be something else that was causing her to feel so poorly. She began to track the time and dates of her illness as she sat in her bed one morning and when she went back, she realized something. A huge detail that was overlooked for far too long.

'Wait, it can't be…'

The pink-haired teen threw her covers off and rose to her feet before making a grab for her phone and car keys that were resting nicely on her bedside table. 'If I'm right about this…,' she thought as she made her way down the stairs and out the front door. 'Then we have a little more to worry about than just a simple stomach bug.'

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It was a few weeks later when Sasuke came to visit her again, only this time he held a small, brown paper bag in hand full of yummy goodies. "Hey, my love. I brought you some soup that mom made for you and some medicine. I also got you a few of your favorite treats on the way over here, you know in case you felt well enough to eat them. I know you haven't been feeling great, so I just thought that I would…"

"Sasuke," the girl whispered as she moved into view from behind her bathroom door, looking as if she hadn't slept in weeks, while her throat bobbing slightly as she swallowed very slowly. Her green eyes widened and her hands were shaking as she held a tiny little stick in her hands. His eyes went wide as well, when he realized what it was and what she was about to say. But she says it anyway… regardless of the fact that they both knew what was coming next.

"Babe, I… I think that I'm… pregnant."

'Pregnant? Sakura's… pregnant? Fuck.'


Author's Notes:

If any of my stories sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize; but I didn't copy anyone else's work. This... and everything else... are entirely my own creations. Sorry this one is so short, I will try and do better on the next one. I hope you enjoyed the surprise! Until next time-

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