She was just starting to relax, Sasuke had allowed her leg to finally fall back down beside the other one, when she heard a sharp gasp behind them.
'Fuck, who could it be this time?'
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'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!'
Sasuke stood ramrod straight, his arms encircling his girl's hips as he shielded her with his taller frame. They spared a quick glance at each other, before he turned to look over his shoulder while she stood on her tiptoes to see around him. They held their breaths collectively as they scanned their surroundings for the perpetrator of the sound. Finally, they found it.
The small, sharp gasp that they heard came from a young woman standing nearby, though her attention was focused on the overhanging television screen and thankfully not on the scantily clad couple behind her. So as luck would have it, an imminent crisis was somehow averted for the young companions where their hidden location remained a sordid secret; for their eyes and ears only.
'That was close. Thank God, she didn't see us. I can't even imagine the fucking trouble that we would be in if she had. We really should be more careful.'
They quickly adjusted their clothing (sneaking glances at the woman as they did so) and did a few minor tweaks to their hair before exiting the small alcove (hand in hand) as Sasuke tugged Sakura towards the flashing, neon exit sign that happened to be blocked off by the concession stands. Sakura's eyes grew wide and she tried to halt their forward momentum, but Sasuke's strides remained purposeful and strong; an impenetrable force.
"B-but the game is…," Sakura protested, but he continued on as he squeezed her hand gently.
"Don't worry about it…," he insisted while shoving his way through the crowd. "It wasn't that interesting anyway." This earned him a few dirty looks from some of the nearby fans, but he didn't seem to notice (not that he would have cared regardless). "Would you want to go anywhere else before I take you home, my love? We still have about an hour or so left before the game will be officially over… so we can still hang out for a little while if you want too."
She bit her lip as they made their way through the parking lot and towards his car, mind racing with all of the different possibilities, but she somehow came up empty. She shook her head no and sighed in resignation. "I can't really think of anywhere that I need to go, babe. Can you?" He shook his head as well while he held the passenger's side door open for her. She thanked him softly before sliding into the seat and then watched as he made his way around the front and over to the driver's side before he slid in next to her.
He reached for her hand once he was buckled and planted a kiss onto her knuckles, causing her to blush profusely as he refused to break their (intense) eye contact. "I just want to be with you, Sakura wherever and whenever I can." She bit her bottom lip again and chuckled nervously as her free hand came up to cup the back of her neck, while the blush on her plump cheeks refused to recede even marginally.
'I guess I do know one place, thanks to a certain blonde. But can I really suggest it to Sasuke? It's so… it's just so… uh—'
"Well, I guess I know somewhere close by that we can go and check out. Ino told me about it. But… I don't know…"
"What kind of store is it and where? I don't mind going if that's what you want to do, beautiful."
She was extremely hesitant at first to even bring it up, but finally (after a little more persuasion on his part) confessed and Sasuke readily agreed to go with her, though a small, sly smirk was on his lips as he quickly twisted the key into the ignition.
'I'm going to regret this… aren't I?'
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'Yup… I'm totally regretting this decision right now. Damn you Ino! Ugh! Why did you have to put it in my head in the first place!? I'm going to get you back… mark my words.'
They had been wandering the business aimlessly for a few minutes, wasting some time as they browsed the selection of "adult goodies" on the shelves and racks, while admiring (or sometimes making fun of) a few of the more kinky, wild, ostentatious, or downright adventurous ones that were up for grabs.
But then, her fiancé had become a little more serious with his ogling, pointing out certain things that would make her "feel spectacular" or vice versa. Then, Sasuke picked up a few of them unexpectedly and walked over to the counter as if he was ordering a coffee at the local cafe; so casually that it gave her pause.
The teen could actually physically feel her cheeks flaming a bright shade of red as he began to ask the male cashier questions about their "soon to be purchases" and so she tugged on his sleeve to try and gather his attention. "Babe, let's just put all of this stuff back and go," she hissed under her breath, green eyes scanning their surroundings to see if she spotted anyone she knew. Thankfully, she didn't and turned back to see both Sasuke and the cashier looking at her. If it were possible, her cheeks darkened further.
'How embarrassing… for me.'
He had turned towards her with a slightly cheeky grin (only for her eyes of course) although she could tell that he was trying really hard to hide it. "Why should we, my love when you were the one who wanted to come in here in the first place? Hmm, Sa-ku-ra." There it was again, that damned teasing tone he used that always seemed to get under her skin.
The pinkette ground her teeth together and glared at him. 'He's getting way too much enjoyment out of this.'
"Yes," she hissed while glancing around again. "But just to look at everything. I didn't actually think you would want to purchase something." Sasuke shrugged and turned away to continue his conversation, leaving his fiancé to curse under her breath while pulling her phone from her pocket.
Sakura scrolled through her contact list until she found the source of her fury and pressed angrily on the buttons.
Ino! You owe me big time!
A few moments later, she received a response.
Why? I thought you would be having fun at the game.
We ditched the game about thirty minutes ago. I blame you for all of this!
Me? What did I do?
If you hadn't given us those tickets in the first place, we wouldn't have come here!
Wait!? Where is here if you aren't at the game? I'm confused.
Sakura rolled her eyes before glancing at Sasuke once to see that he was still asking questions before returning her attention back to her phone. She continued to type in quick succession.
Do you remember our conversation the other day?
Which one, Sak? You have to be more specific.
The one about the shops close to the stadium. THOSE SHOPS!
OMG! Don't tell me you actually went!? HAHAHA!
This isn't funny, cow!
Hey! You haven't called me that nickname in a long time. Besides… you should be thanking me. I'm sure you are going to find something to entertain yourself with and spice up your love life. … not that you really need it.
Oh, Sasuke is finding stuff. He's currently asking questions to the lovely (male) cashier. He keeps sending me these strange looks. It's making me uncomfortable.
Who, Sasuke or the cashier?
Cow!
Okay, okay. Relax. I'm sure it will be done soon and you can go back to being your boring self.
I hate you.
No, you don't. I love you, too. Now, go and have some fun tonight. You deserve it.
Sakura's lips pierced and she shoved her phone back into her pocket before turning to Sasuke who had finally made a decision. 'So, he is buying that one,' she thought as she eyed the items closely. Once they were all safely in a bag and the transaction was complete, Sasuke reached for her hand and she reluctantly took it, her lips still twisted into a sour expression as they exited the way they had come.
He nudged her playfully on the arm while the bag swung in his other hand at his side. "Come on, Sakura. Don't be like that. Most of these things are for you, not me. Besides, we don't have to try them tonight. They are for later use."
"That," he said while flicking the tip of her nose, causing it to scrunch up and her free hand to slap his bicep. "Is going to be a surprise. When you least expect it… it will happen."
'Guess I have no choice but to wait. I mean it could be fun, but I'm still not happy about it.'
That night after he dropped her off, Sakura took a shower before throwing herself onto her mattress for the evening, completely exhausted from today's events and just hoping that tomorrow would be a little bit better.
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"Sakura, hey. Wake up, honey."
The gentle shaking on her shoulder roused her from sleep and she slowly opened her heavily crusted eyelids to see her father standing over her. She grew concerned when it appeared that he had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a little more disheveled than normal and his clothing appeared to be those from yesterday. 'Did he not change? Did he not sleep? Did something happen?'
"Father, are you alright?" Her voice was groggy from sleep but the concern was evident as she sat up quickly in bed. He smiled at her (though the gesture seemed to be slightly forced) and placed his hand upon her shoulder.
"I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know that Sasuke is here. It's eleven."
"Fuck?! I completely forgot I was supposed to meet him for lunch with his parents today!" She shoved the covers back from her body and rose quickly to her feet… but not before swaying slightly from the sudden movement.
Her father made a move to grab her shoulders in order to help steady her as a small frown formed on his lips while his eyes briefly moved to her still flat belly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, honestly. I'm sorry," she said sheepishly, just now remembering the foul language that she had used only a moment ago. He rolled his eyes and released his grip on her before placing his hands in his pockets.
"Just remember to be home by five tonight. We have some guests coming over tomorrow that your mother and I need to prepare for… and we need your help with some of the cleaning and cooking, alight."
She nodded and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be back on time."
"Good girl," he said while moving a hand to ruffle her hair. "Now get ready. You don't want to keep the boy waiting."
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She had expected their lunch to go okay with his parents; and Sakura supposed that it kind of had in a way… but for everyone else that is, except for her.
There was just one thing there that she hadn't expected that had ruined the whole experience… and that one thing was Mayumi fucking Abe. 'Why? Why? Why is she here!? This is supposed to be a family luncheon. She is NOT their family! So then… why?'
Her grip on her fork tightened (threatening to bend the thin metal in half) as Mayumi traced her claws along Sasuke's right bicep; a soft, feminine giggle slipping from her lips as she leaned into him further, eyelashes fluttering. She could only watch on as he allowed it, though she could tell by his expression that he wasn't at all happy with the situation and that was her only solace… and the only thing keeping her in her seat at the moment.
'This fucking bitch had some nerve to flirt with MY man in front of me. I swear if his parents weren't here right now, I would have broken that cheap ass nose job right off her damn face by now! Stupid bitch.'
"Sakura dear…," his mother called, the smile on her lips as fake as Mayumi's nose and she was forced to look away as her attention was now drawn to Mikoto, though she still kept a watchful eye on them out of the corner of hers.
After about thirty minutes of this torment, the pinkette was about to call it quits and ask Sasuke to just take her home, when Mayumi cleared her throat. With all eyes now on her, she smiled at the Uchiha patriarch… addressing Sasuke's father directly. "Would it be a bother to any of you if I can borrow Sasuke for a moment, to speak to him in private?"
'She wouldn't dare!? She has some fucking nerve. Surely his father won't allow—'
"Of course not. But don't be too long you two. Dessert is next."
It was the remorseful look on her lover's face that pulled at her heartstrings the most she thinks, shattering the muscle completely as he gave zero fight, before following Mayumi out of the room.
She looked down at her plate and watched as a single tear splattered across her dinnerware. 'Son of a bitch.'
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They were sitting together in his room almost an hour after lunch, (thank the gods above that Mayumi had left already) with Sasuke sitting in his desk chair across from her while she sat cross-legged on his mattress, refusing to meet his eyes as she gazed at her hands in her lap.
"So, what did she say to you," she asked again.
"I already told you, Sakura, it's not important." He reached for her, but she refused his touch and moved away by an inch. Sasuke sighed then ran a hand through his thick hair in frustration. "What do you want me to say, love?"
"I want to know what Mayumi said."
A long pause.
"I don't want to hurt you, Sakura."
Her gut twisted. Her heart thumped. A longer pause.
"Please, tell me. It hurts worse knowing you are keeping it from me, Sasuke." He didn't respond at first… but dragged himself across the carpeted floor, remaining in his seat as he leaned down hesitantly; pressing his head against hers while his hands rested on either side of her knees. Sakura didn't pull away this time but closed her eyes and allowed the tears to fall. She waited and took a deep breath before asking again. "Please tell me." This time, it was spoken in a whisper and he sighed in defeat; though it didn't ease her anxiety by any means.
"Fine, but just so you know I turned her down outright. I've already told you I'm yours. Remember that. Okay." Sakura swallowed nervously, but shook her head slowly. She may still have her insecurities, but she did know that he loved her… of that she was absolutely certain. He had proven it numerous times to her over the years, but it still didn't help much when issues like this arose.
She heard his intake of breath and could practically feel his heart beating as erratically as her own. Then—
"She asked me to marry her."
'Oh, what!? The bitch! I should go and beat the shit out of her for trying to steal my man! Damnit!'
"What did you say to her?"
He moved his hands to her thighs and began to press his thumbs into her flesh, rubbing soothing circles against her porcelain skin as he moved to nuzzle along the side of her neck and down to her collarbone, sending warm, sporadic tingles throughout her entire body. Sakura couldn't stop the instinct to tilt her head and allow him access, which he definitely took advantage of.
"I told her to fuck off," he purred against her, while his lips trailed along her skin tenderly. She released a moan, her hands moving to grip his knees before sliding up, until they reached his inner thighs. She squeezed and he hissed.
"No… you didn't, babe," she half-laughed, half-moaned as Sasuke moved his hands from her thighs to the soft curve of her hips. He chuckled against her before swiftly pulling away. His large hands dragged her off of the mattress as he kicked off of the ground to push the chair back, and she suddenly found herself spinning… the room rearranging as she plopped unceremoniously onto her fiancé's lap.
Sakura huffed when he spread her legs wider (where they rested on top of his) and her skirt was now lifted up to her hips, exposing her damp cunt to his wandering fingers.
He pressed a rough and calloused fingertip experimentally against her clothed numb and when she arched her back slightly, he pushed harder. Her head found residence on his shoulder while her hands gripped the arms of his chair. She spread her own legs as wide as they would go before lifting them to place her heels on his legs.
He grunted beneath her when her ass pressed against his groin and his grip on her tightened. "It may not have been in those exact words, my love," he whispered in her ear as his tongue came out to taste the flesh there. "But Mayumi should have gotten the point. Now, let's not talk about her anymore. I only want you, Sakura."
She had to agree, speaking of Mayumi at this time would ruin the mood completely and she was so, so damn needy. She had to have him, now.
"P-please…," she begged and he nodded before reaching between them. In seconds he was free and her panties had been pulled to the side, exposing her to the outside air which caused her to hiss slightly. It was cool and she was so hot. He silently instructed her to grip him while he lifted her slightly and she adjusted his position so that when he lowered her once again, his cock slid easily between her slick folds, until she was fully seated on him.
Their position was slightly awkward at first, compared to normal anyway, but they soon found a rhythm that worked for the both of them with Sasuke thrusting gently from below while Sakura rocked softly from above. Her head lay on his right shoulder still and her mouth hung open as soft pants left her lips; his grunts were encouragement enough for her to continue. She used his thighs as leverage and lifted just enough for him to slip almost fully out before she came back down, repeating this maneuver over and over again until she had reached her peak.
Her nails bit into the arms of the chair and she had to bite down on her lip in order to stifle a low moan, knowing that his parents were just down the hall and probably listening for any indication of "foul-play" from the two lovers. Sasuke shoved her up and down his length with his grip on her waist, his teeth clamping onto her shoulder as he held her tightly.
She could feel it when he came, the tensing of his muscles and the sharp thrusting of his hips before immense warmth filled her cunt, then overflowed down the sides and onto his pants. Sakura gasped as he twisted her around slightly to kiss her swollen lips softly, his semi-hard cock still firmly embedded in her sensitive flesh.
"I love you, so damn much," he whispered when he pulled away and the look in his eyes nearly brought her to tears again. She twisted as much as she could to wrap her arms loosely around his neck and she gave him a small smile. "I love you too, Sasuke. So damn much."
He smiled back, the look genuine, as he wrapped his arms around her middle. "You know," his lips twisted slightly and she felt her pulse quicken. "We probably have a little time for another round… if you're up for it that is."
Her lips twitched and her viridescent eyes sparkled with liquid fire at the challenge. "Is that a challenge, Uchiha?"
"Maybe," he teased and pinched her belly gently. "Do you think you can handle it, Haruno?"
"Absolutely."
But before they could go any further—
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Loud, resounding thuds could be heard on the other side of his bedroom door.
"Sasuke. Open this door. Now!"
'Shit.'
Author's Notes & just as a friendly reminder:
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