He smiled back at her before placing a kiss upon her nose. "You know, I think I like this one just a little bit more."
"Me too."
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Somewhere else…
Mayumi was working unostentatiously in the corner of her parent's study late into the evening hours, though it wasn't on the homework in which she had told them she would be working on. She was actually intensely searching the web, her fingers working quickly across the keyboard, while her eyes scanned the random articles here and there that she happened to come across that piqued her interest.
When she went to bed that night, it was with a wicked grin on her lips, for she was thoroughly pleased with her newly formed plans and was ready to execute them tomorrow; if she could find her target that is.
If you went through her search history (before she deleted it of course) you would have noticed a few… peculiar and disturbing… things about it. Some of them read as follows:
… how to get rid of someone's fiancé…
… how to abort an early pregnancy…
… how far is too far when beating someone up…
… how to stay out of jail for fighting…
The list went on and on, some of them being darker than others, but little did she know however that Sakura Haruno was NO pushover. Things were about to heat up.
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That night, after her fiancé had dropped her off back at her house, Sakura got ready for bed and the following morning everything was going smoothly; until school had ended.
"Hey, Ino," Sakura called to the blonde as she followed her down the hallway after classes had officially finished. "Did you by any chance get the notes from earlier? I seemed to have misplaced mine."
Ino nudged her friend's shoulder playfully and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, while Sakura shifted anxiously on her feet. "Sure you did…," she teased before swinging her hair out of her face and behind her back. "I saw you… and Sasuke in the back of the classroom, kissing."
Sakura blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears while squeezing her books to her chest. "Stop. We were just—"
"Yeah, yeah," her friend said with a dismissive wave. "Take mine then I guess. It's not like I'm going to study. Besides, I'm headed over to Sai's house today. I can just borrow his until you give me mine back later."
"Won't he need to study though?"
"Nah, I mean, has he ever?"
Both girls laughed before parting ways and Sakura began to descend the long flight of steps before heading out to the parking lot, completely unaware of the incoming crisis that was lurking just behind the corner.
I'm heading to your car now. Are you coming soon?
Sakura sent the message to Sasuke, but before she could read his response, something had hit her from behind. Her poor head was currently spinning from the impact and her books flung across the blacktop, her body toppling forward with the momentum from the shove. "Ugh, what the fuck," she hissed, but as she spun around on her ass, the air left her lungs completely.
'Mayumi, what in the hell is she doing here? She doesn't even go here? What's going on? Where is Sasuke?'
She quickly rose to her feet, ignoring the shocked gasps and low whispers from her fellow classmates, and glared daggers at the woman across from her, fists tightly bound by her sides. "What is your problem, bitch?"
Mayumi sneered back at her; her own hands bound while she took a brave step forward. "Listen up, Sakura. Sasuke Uchiha is mine. I intend to be the one to marry him. I mean let's face it, I'm a million times better than you. I'm prettier, I'm smarter, I'm more accomplished… and Sasuke's family actually loves me. What about you? His father detests you! You're pathetic, weak, ugly, and—"
Slam!
Crack.
Bone shattered.
The pinkette's fist seemed to move on its own and before she knew it, her knuckles had sunk into the plump flesh of her enemy's cheek, breaking bone. The female roared and charged (once she regained her footing) and swung wildly towards her, but the young teen was prepared and quickly dodged the first three swings; the fourth however hit home and knocked her back, splitting her bottom lip wide open.
Sakura spit up blood on the ground at her feet and gave a sharp battle cry before she charged forward, swinging and kicking and dodging and groaning. Each fist that she threw and each thrust of her foot, were all filled with her pent-up frustrations, and before long she had the other woman on her back on the ground, with Mayumi doing everything she could to keep Sakura from repeatedly striking her in the face.
"Don't you mock me! I. AM. NOT. WEAK! He is mine… do you hear me, bitch!"
Soon, Sakura felt strong arms around her middle lifting her and then her back was pressed against a hard, unyielding surface. She still scratched at the bicep keeping her at bay and continued to lash out at the prone figure with her feet, but the powerful appendages only tightened further… and then a warm, familiar breath was fanning against her right ear. "Sakura, stop it. Now."
She began to settle, but her nails continued to dig into his forearms, while she tried to catch her breath. "But, she…"
"Shh. She's had enough. Come on, let's just go, love."
He was half-dragging, half-carrying her backwards at that point, but as soon as Mayumi was able to make it back on her feet, she began to scream out, halting his movements.
"SASUKE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? WHY WON'T YOU JUST LEAVE HER AND COME TO ME INSTEAD! I MEAN SHE'S A FUCKING LUNATIC! IT'S NO FUCKING WONDER WHY YOUR FATHER DOESN'T APPROVE OF HER!"
The crowd around them grew quiet, you could practically hear a pin drop and the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Her fiancé's hands flexed against her sides and despite her best efforts, she felt her insides twist at Mayumi's words. If that's really how his father feels about her, why hadn't he left yet?
Sasuke's head turned slowly, his bangs brushing against the side of her chin and cheek, then… when he spoke, his voice was hard as stone; lethal even.
"Mayumi, there has never been anything between us and never will be. Don't EVER bring my father into this. He has no idea of my true feelings. I love Sakura Haruno. She… is my fiancé. Nothing…and I mean nothing…will ever change that. Not my family and certainly not you. Now, stay out of my life, or I won't stop her next time. Come along, Sakura."
He pulled her to his car then, pushing her firmly (though as gently as he could) into the passenger seat before going to collect her strewn out books. No one dared to move, until his car peeled out of the parking lot a few minutes later.
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She was afraid to even speak to Sasuke at that point and her heart was pounding a wild rhythm, while she gazed at him from the corner of her eyes. She had zero idea where they were going, but refused to ask and remained silent until he decided that he was ready to speak to her again.
She knew that he was angry with her, and had every right to be. 'I shouldn't have fought her. It put me and our baby in danger. But, damn it. I can only take so much before… before I fucking break.'
Her eyes caught small glimpses of him…
… the whites of his knuckles against his black steering wheel… (anger)
… the dark, damp locks cupping the side of his face… (frustration)
… his tense shoulders… (irritation)
… the slight bouncing of his legs… (annoyance)
… the hard, bulge at the apex of his thigh… (arousal)—
"Fighting, Sakura…," he hissed, disturbing her ogling. She shifted her eyes up and caught the dark look in his as he glanced at her, before shifting his gaze to the road again. His fingers flexed and a heavy sigh left his lips. "Really? I mean, I don't get it. Why would you put yourself in danger like that… and our unborn child? It was really reckless of you."
Her normally vibrant eyes lowered to her lap as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Warm, hot tears began to form in the corner of her eyes and a faint, sorrowful whimper left her lips, while her shoulders began to shake. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Mayumi, she just kept saying those things about you… and me and… I just got tired of it. Sasuke, I'm just so fucking tired…"
Sasuke pulled into the parking lot of a random restaurant before putting it into park and turning off the engine. He raked his hands down the sides of his face and mumbled a curse word under his breath, before meeting her eyes. "I just wish you would have let me deal with her, Sakura."
"If it's any consolation," she began, her voice barely above a whisper as she gave him a cheeky grin. "She hit me first, but I finished the fight. You know I kicked her ass."
Sasuke shook his head and reached across the console to place his hand around her chin and pulled her close, while giving her a gentle kiss. As he pulled away, "You definitely did, my love. That's my girl. Now, let's go get you cleaned up."
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He followed her into the women's restroom after placing a quick order of burger and fries; firmly latching the door lock in place behind them before lifting her onto the counter. He tilted her head slowly from left and then right with his hand before a deep frown settled upon his lips, his brows firmly crinkling in the middle of his forehead. "I think this is going to be a little hard to hide. Mayumi got a few good hits in…"
Sakura wrapped her hand around his wrist gently, before pulling his hand away and kissing his fingertips slowly as her eyes remained firmly on his. "You think so, babe," she mumbled lowly, and he only grunted as a response before pulling his hand away from her. He reached behind her to turn on the faucet and gathered a few paper towels before returning to her side.
He carefully swiped it across her cuts, whipping away the dry and crusted blood on the surface of her skin and only leaving fresh, gash lines in their place. Once he was done, he gave her a contemplative look. "I guess that will do for now, but you need to put on some makeup or something until they heal. Unless you want to explain things to your parents." He paused, contemplating what to say next, but began to move away in the next moment. "I guess I'll—"
She grabbed his arm, halting him. She swallowed.
"Does your father really hate me, Sasuke?" He paused, too long for her liking and she released his hand, her head falling. He moved to her side then and wrapped his arms around her, placing her head against his chest.
"He doesn't hate you, Sakura. It's just that he's a stubborn old man who is set in his ways. The traditional way I mean. He thinks that it's his right to choose who I marry, though I don't see it that way. That's the only reason he has issues with us being together. He is just angry that I am breaking those old traditions and setting a new path for myself… for the future. It had nothing to do with you personally, okay."
She wrapped her arms around him and buried her nose in his shirt, breathing in his comforting, masculine scent. "I guess so. I mean, I understand. But…"
"No buts, beautiful. It doesn't change anything for us… so don't give it a second thought."
"I'll try not to."
"Good girl."
A short phase.
"But…"
"Sakura."
"Okay, okay. I get it. Do you want to talk about it yet?"
"No."
"… okay."
He pulled away and placed a kiss on her temple. "I will let you get your makeup situated and go get us a table, okay."
"WAIT," she called out again, her hands gripping his firmly while her legs moved to wrap around his hips; pulling him to her. She got a mischievous look on her lips, causing him to lift a brow in playful curiosity. His lips twitched slightly at her demeanor. "I saw you earlier. Your, uh, little issue." He grew slightly confused, until her eyes shifted down.
He snorted and pressed himself more firmly between her legs, his hands releasing hers to place them on either side of her hips. He bent slightly at the waist, his mouth coming to the dip at her shoulder and his tongue darted outward to taste her skin. "What about it, Sa-ku-ra?" She couldn't help herself, she panted, and rotated her hips forwards to press his clothed, semi-hard cock against her still clothed folds.
"Why were you… like that, babe…," the pinkette breathed out while her fingertips gripped onto him tightly. He moved his lips up slightly to latch onto her earlobe and she closed her eyes on a low and deep sigh. Her fiancé moved his hips in time with hers, a lazy pattern with no real quest for relief… though they both knew that very soon… that was probably an imminent possibility, given their current, very intimate, position.
"Seeing you stand up for yourself, for us… seeing you kick her ass… being a badass… I don't know. It just got to me, I guess. But, do you really want to do it here? Why don't we go somewhere else and we can have a little more privacy."
She moaned in protest before reaching down with a hand to grasp the metal zipper on the front of his pants, pulling it down roughly before she leaned back to meet his hooded, dark eyes. "I want this," she hissed as she reached for her shorts, pulling them to the side and exposing her dripping sex for his hungry gaze. "Now."
"Fine…," he groaned before pressing a careful kiss to her bruised lips. "But keep it down. Alright?" She nodded and he moved his hips forward while she helped to guide him to her entrance. It took only a few short pumps to lubricate his length fully, and soon he was pressing so deeply within her, that Sakura thought she might burst.
"Oh," she moaned before pressing her head back against the large mirror behind her; her grip moving to his shoulder and the edge of the countertop. "So… ah, full."
"So, fucking tight, love," the Uchiha growled, before pulling back enough so that when his head bent down, he could easily focus on their joined bodies. He remained fixated on his glistening appendage as it slowly pumped into her; her slick folds seeming to suck him fully into her, before he pulled back out again to the tip. "Shit…"
She rocked back and forth as he pushed and pulled, his hands firmly gripping the counter beside her hips while his head bent even more, allowing his lips to brush against the soft column of her throat. Sakura's swollen lips parted as she panted into the air, eyes rolling when his bulbous tip brushed that most sensitive place deep within her core.
"R-right there, babe. Oh… God. I… n-need… ah, m-more!"
"Shh," he admonished her briefly before a hand moved up to her inner thigh. He squeezed it, then lifted it up over his shoulder, before pushing the other one down and holding it in place. His pace increased, his teeth nipping at her flesh and her hand grasped his shoulder in a tight hold, refusing to release him as her clothing rubbed against her little nub.
"SASUKE!"
Sakura felt like a fucking animal in heat, consumed so fully by her pleasurable need for release that she failed to hear, or even notice really, the slight rattling of the bathroom's door knob. The mirror behind her began to banged against the wall repeatedly while her mewing grew louder, keening as she neared her climax.
"S-Sas—S… Ahh!"
It came as a tidal wave, a tsunami of gushing fluids being released from her cunt as she cried her lover's name, over and over again; Sasuke's own release followed soon after, as her walls tightened around him.
The door knob stopped…
… the person on the other side moving away—
He was just releasing his hold on her left leg, when a loud banging at the door startled them. The voice that followed made Sasuke inwardly cringe as he quickly helped Sakura to adjust her clothing before tucking himself back into his pants.
"OPEN UP! IT'S THE POLICE!"
'Shit, not again.'
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