Chapter Five
Slightly okay with it
He felt like he was in a dream, and warm hands were touching his back. He felt a weird texture on his back as it moved swiftly, making odd lines. His senses were all cloudy as he slept. The movement on his back was tickling him and he couldn't bring himself to stir awake—that was until he caught the stench smell of a marker. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. He was facing the wall, and only the computer screen from behind him illuminated light into the room, which caused a shadow to appear on the wall. A shadow silhouette belonging to his roommate.
"Sakura, I swear, if that's permanent marker, I will hang you outside the balcony," he growled as he quickly shifted and grabbed hold of her wrist.
"Eeek," Sakura shrieked as she was pushed down onto the mattress.
"What did you draw?" he grumbled, hovering over her like a predator.
"Ummm…Guess!" Sakura laughed while struggling to free her wrists from his hold.
"Sakura," he said her name through gritted teeth, impatiently waiting for her response.
"Hey, how'd you know?" Sakura joked with another laugh.
Sasuke's brow rose in confusion. "You wrote your name on my back?"
She nodded enthusiastically, causing Sasuke to groan with annoyance. "With a heart around it," she added with a toothy grin.
"Damn it," he cursed under his breath. How the hell was he supposed to explain that when he worked out at the gym? Much less when he was with a girl? He was going to have to scrub his back raw in order to get that off his back, if he can even reach that part. "Alright," he said lowly. "If you want to play, then we'll play." He reached for the marker that he had knocked from her hand.
Sakura twitched nervously. She hadn't planned this far. She had come into his room to see what he was doing, and when she found him peacefully asleep, she couldn't help but take advantage of the moment. She hadn't expected him to wake up so easily since he was a deep sleeper. Damn, she couldn't get out of his hold, and Sasuke could be ruthless when it came to paybacks.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," she quickly blurted as she watched him pull the cap off the marker with his teeth.
"No, sweetheart, you're not sorry yet," he responded, this time a twinkle of mischief in his tone. Sakura couldn't see his face too clearly but she was sure he was grinning. "Now don't move, unless you want zigzags on your face."
"Sasuke, no! Not my face!" She started to wiggle underneath him. He positioned himself over her, his knees resting on either side of her. His left hand held her wrists above her head, and the other held the marker, hovering over her face. She had no way to escape.
"Now…what's a good word to place on that forehead of yours? Loser would be the typical word, right?" he teased, touching her forehead with the back of the marker.
"Don't you dare, Sasuke, don't freaking dare!" she shouted, moving her head side to side. "I have to go to work in a few hours!"
"Hn." His grin spread. "How about we make it even, and I write on your back?"
She shook her head profusely. "Come on, Sasuke! I said I was sorry," she pleaded. How long do permanent markers typically last? She had to research. Couldn't be more than a few days, she assumed, with some vicious scrubbing of course. But she couldn't reach her back without some help.
"Hmm, you're right, not the back, how about your stomach?" Not waiting for a response, he held the marker with his teeth, and used his free hand to pull up her shirt.
"Ugh, Sasuke! Sometimes you are intolerable!"
"You're the one sneaking into my room, sweetheart," he replied as he traced circles around her bellybutton with the back of the marker.
Sakura bit her lip, trying to ease her unstable breathing. This was definitely not what she was expecting. The tingling sensation she was feeling in her stomach was frightening.
"Now, if you move, I will simply color your entire stomach, so stay still," he warned and started writing the first thing that came to his head. It was weird how easily the words flowed out of him.
There's something about you now, I can't quite figure out he wrote in his sketchy handwriting, pausing a few times in between when she moved around. Throwing the marker onto the floor, he turned his attention back to the girl underneath him, who was straining to see what he wrote.
"This isn't over," she grumbled, glaring at him. She couldn't see what he wrote, but she was sure it was something perverted, probably a joke Naruto told him. "Now let me go."
Sasuke wasn't sure what to really do, quite honestly. This was new for him. He usually avoided intimate moments with her, but here she was, underneath him. Her shirt was scrunched upward, revealing her flat stomach. He had touched the underneath of her breast with his knuckles while he had been writing, and he had nearly stopped breathing at the contact. Her legs were naked underneath him; her barely-there-shorts covered nothing.
The best thing was probably to get off her and let her go, he had to go back to sleep anyways. But he didn't want to, though he definitely should, for their own good. Why couldn't he make up his mind already?
"I'm tired, I want to go to sleep," she said, trying to wiggle out of his iron grip. Sakura's mind was going crazy. She had the oddest feeling about being this close to him. She didn't know how to explain it, or what it meant. Even with the bad lighting, she could still see his toned figure, and feel the warmth coming from him due to his close proximity. She felt small jitters from her stomach, like little butterflies were fluttering in there. To say that she was attracted to him was no lie. Though, Hell would freeze over before she would ever admit she had secret crush on her best friend.
Sometimes she wished he was a little different, more homely. Unfortunately, Sasuke lived day by day, while she already had ten years of her life planned out. He never mentioned wanting a family life whereas, she planned to have two kids, three at most, and live in a house with the beach as their backyard, and have a pet dog. Sasuke didn't like pets. He was probably going to be one of those rich, hunky bachelors that every girl, and probably some men, dreamt of being with, but it would never be a reality. He was like the younger version of George Clooney.
There was no hope of the two ending up married, much less be in a healthy relationship, so she locked away her love for him deep in her heart, hoping it would never come out to ruin their friendship.
"Very well, go to sleep."
"Umph," Sakura let out a small moan as she felt half his weight fall on her, pressing her deeper into the mattress. "You can't seriously expect me to sleep here," she remarked, trying to regain a steady breathing. His weight made it difficult to breathe normal.
Sasuke had let go of her wrists and covered her body with half of his, to keep her from moving. He draped his arm over her naked midsection and his leg weighed down on hers. "This is to ensure you don't sneak back in here again and cut off my hair," he replied, resting his head on her shoulder.
His lips brushed against her neck as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine. There was no way she was going to get a wink of sleep if she stayed with him. She used her now-free hand to shove at his shoulders, but he was unmovable. "Sasuke," she hissed. "Get off me."
Sasuke chose not to reply, she would give in eventually. He knew he should've simply kicked her out of his room, but maybe just this once, he could keep her. Starting tomorrow, he would be stricter and keep his boundaries. Tonight, he would indulge in what little he had of her.
"Sasuke," she twisted underneath him, but again, no response from him. He was too heavy to physically move and too stubborn to mentally persuade. With a sigh, she gave up and relaxed. "Fine," she yawned, dropping one arm to her aside while her hand tangled itself in his hair. "Goodnight."
A small smile outstretched on his handsome face as he finally felt her ease down. 'I could get used to this,' he thought to himself as he drifted off into a deep slumber.
The morning sunlight crept into the bedroom causing Sasuke to wake up.
Sasuke blinked a few times as he tried to adjust to the bright light. It was morning already? That was quick. He let out a small yawn, and was just about to roll out of bed when memories of last night rushed to his head. His body still draped over her body and it seemed neither of them had moved from that position all night, except for his hand.
His best friend was in bed with him, and his hand was under her shirt, over her breast. 'Jesus! How long has my hand been there?' he thought with an uneasy feeling. His mind was slowly adjusting to the feel of her soft breast, and the peck of her nipple. Okay, he definitely had to get himself out of this before he lost his mind. But he didn't want to wake her up. He would be mortified if she found him 'coping a field' first thing in the morning.
'Just do it slowly,' he told himself. He held his breath, afraid that the tiniest sound would wake her up as he removed his hand. He clenched his teeth, holding back a groan. Pleased that he was able to get out the situation without being caught, he made a move to completely get off of her, but came to a halt as she shifted underneath him, her thigh brushing against him. 'Ah fuck,' he thought, feeling himself harden. The girl drove him crazy even while she slept!
He had to get himself out of this situation before his hormones took over. In his mind, he counted to three, and rolled off her. "Phew," he let out a breath of relief, as he sat on the corner of the bed and watched her sleep.
Her hair framed her head like a halo, and her bangs were brushed aside, covering one eyebrow. One arm was resting beside her body while the other above her head. Her shirt was still rolled up, the black writing contrasted against her pale skin, and her shorts had ridden upwards, looking more like a pair of panties then shorts. She moved in her sleep, this time, turning on her side, her arm cradling her head, and her leg bent.
When had she grown up so much? He felt like it was only yesterday that she was running around in his backyard, playing tag with him. Now look at her, all grown up, with her long legs and soft breasts. She must be one of the sexiest girls he'd ever come to known, and he couldn't even touch her! Watching her sleep was agonizing enough. Running a hand through his untamed hair, he marched to the bathroom.
The week that followed was rough for Sasuke. He was trying his best to keep his boundaries as he promised himself, but how could he when just watching her walk by turned him on? What on earth was the matter with him? Ever since he woke up that morning, he noticed every sexual thing about her, like the way her lips puckered when she ate a sour candy the other night, or the way her back would arch when she stretched out on the sofa. And adding salt to the wound—she started doing yoga exercises in the living room. He hadn't known how flexible she was until now.
"Okay, now, raise your right leg up and extend your left hand, so that you are reaching for your toes," the yoga trainer on the video said and Sakura did as instructed. She was laying on a purple yoga mat, wearing black leggings and a cropped t-shirt that stopped above her bellybutton.
The writing on her stomach looked as fresh as it had last week. He wondered if she even tried to scrub it off because he hadn't even attempted to remove her name off his back. Every so often, he would catch a glimpse of her blue bra—she was simply driving him insane.
"Are you done yet?" Sasuke asked. He didn't mean to sound irritated, but he couldn't help it. It was 9p.m. and there was a boxing match on t.v. he wanted to watch. Unfortunately, there was only one t.v. in the apartment, and Sakura had won the penny toss.
"Not yet," she panted as she stood up and balanced on one leg, giving Sasuke a nice view of her round bottom.
"I would like to watch something other than that," he stated in the same irritated tone while pointing at the t.v.
"Go play your stupid computer game or something," Sakura responded, raising her arms upward to the ceiling, causing the shirt to lift higher. Now he had a nice view of her smooth backside.
He had no idea why he was torturing himself like this. He should've gone out with some of his co-workers, but had a long day at work, so he thought best to just come home and relax. Yet it was the exact opposite. Watching her stretch out in front of him was not relaxing one bit. Naruto wasn't online to play the game, but he didn't really want to do that anyways. The game was so addicting, he was losing sleep over it. Almost as addicting as watching Sakura right now.
Sure, he was complaining about the damn video and having nothing to do, but to be honest, if he wasn't enjoying this a little, he would've gone straight to bed. So yes, deep down, he was enjoying the pleasant view, but at the same, it was torture. Frustrated with his thoughts and with her, he grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it at her, causing her to lose balance and fall down onto the mat.
"Sasuke!" she screeched.
"Great, you're done," he remarked, grabbing the remote. He programmed the t.v. out of DVD mode and flipped to his desired channel.
"I wasn't even halfway through!" she whined.
He shrugged in response and stretched out on the sofa, ignoring her obscene remarks as she rolled up the mat. "Bring back a beer, will ya?" he called after as she left the living room.
Shortly after, she returned with two beer bottles and sat on the arm of the sofa. "So, are you writing again?" she asked while popping open the two bottles.
Sasuke's brow rose in question. "Huh?"
She pointed at her stomach.
"Ah…that..no. Just something random that came to mind. You're lucky it wasn't some perverted picture instead," he said with a wink, taking the beer bottle she offered.
She brushed off his teasing remark. "I haven't heard you play your guitar in a long time, you've officially stopped?"
"Hn." He shrugged.
"What about the piano? You know, we're not living in a campus dorm any more, we can have a big piano in the apartment, and you can play all you want—"
"Sakura, it's been a long time, besides I have a career to focus on now," he replied in a tone that didn't want to be contradicted nor badgered.
"So, you can still do it as a hobby—"
"Sakura."
"Tsk, whatever, I was only trying to help," she remarked with a glare and stood up, she turned to leave, but then came to a halt. "I miss listening to you play, that's all."
By the end of September, the atmosphere between the two best friends was getting more intense.
"Sakura," Sasuke knocked on the bathroom door. "Just a heads up that I'm having friends over for a game of poker. They'll be here in a few minutes."
"What? I can't hear you!" came the muffled response.
"I said, I'm having friends over!" he spoke loudly.
"Huh!?"
"Friends! Sakura! I'm having friends over!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'll be right out."
Sasuke sighed and walked away.
Sakura had no idea what Sasuke was yelling about, she couldn't hear him clearly in the shower. So she agreed with whatever he had to say, just so he could stop banging on the door and leave her in peace.
She took her time getting out the shower, wrapping a purple towel around her body, and another smaller one around her hair. Placing her Ipod headphones in her ear, she started humming to the tune as she applied her makeup.
She was going out to a bar with Ino, a girl's night out as she would call it, which was exactly what she needed. She had been cooped up in the apartment with her school work, and an arrogant roommate for too long. She needed some time to have fun. Speaking of Ino, she forgot to mention which bar she wanted to go to.
Content with her Smokey-eyed makeup, Sakura removed the towel from her hair, tossing it in the laundry basket and opened the door. It was quiet in the apartment. Sasuke must have left, she presumed. He had probably knocked on her door to let her know he was going out or something.
"All the right friends in all the right places, So yeah, we're going down. They've got all the right moves in all the right faces, So yeah, we're going down," she sang at the top of her lungs as she made her way to the kitchen where she had left her phone. "Everybody knows, everybody—" Sakura came to a sudden halt at the kitchen entrance.
Sitting at the table were two guys she'd never met before and to the left sat her best friend. All their eyes were on her. She felt her cheeks start to warm up.
"Hey, Sasuke, no wonder you always stay home and never go out with us!" One of the guys joked, staring at her up and down.
Sakura glared at Sasuke. 'You're in so much trouble,' she thought, knowing that he would understand her murderous look. She marched to the kitchen counter, grabbed her cellphone and quickly walked out the room.
Sasuke shook his head slightly. What part of 'I'm having friends over,' did she not understand? He questioned himself, annoyed by her presence, but more annoyed by the looks his co-workers gave her. 'Fucking dogs.' If it weren't for the fact that he was stealing all their money at the moment, he would've kicked them out.
"Dude, you never told us how hot your roommate was," Kira said with a toothy grin as he put down his cards, another loss for him. "Much less that the roommate was a girl."
"Hn." Sasuke chose not to respond.
"Man, you totally gotta hook me up with her," Jiro demanded, also putting his cards down. This time, Sasuke narrowed his eyes at him, giving him a dark look.
"Yeah right, he's probably tapping that already," Kira said to him, and turned to Sasuke, "Am I right?" The amusement in his eyes angered Sasuke, but he tried to keep himself calm. There was no point in making enemies with his co-workers, especially with Kira, since he was the boss's son.
"Hn."
Kira smirked. "See I told ya, no way can you have a roommate that hot and not fool around with."
"Let's get back to the game," Sasuke ordered.
Not too long after, Sakura came back into the kitchen. She wore a short strapless black dress, and red heels. She had a jacket in her hand and her purse in the other. Her long hair flowed on to her shoulders.' Where the fuck was she going, and why wasn't I invited?' he wondered, trying his best to keep his mouth from opening in surprise.
"Ino and I are going out for a while," she said, knowing what he was thinking. She walked around to his side, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. "Wow, that's a pretty large sum of money piling up, I wonder who is going to win?" She mused, stepping behind Sasuke, and lowering her face to his ear. "What if I make you lose?" she whispered in his ear.
Sasuke felt her hot breath on the back of his ear, and her lips brushed against it, causing shivers to go up his spine. He turned his face to meet hers. "Do it and I'll make you pay," he replied lowly.
She gave him a sweet, innocent smile, and her eyes scanned the other gentlemen in the room. They both wore button down shirts, and their ties were loosened around their necks. It seemed they had come directly from work. Sasuke still had his work pants on, but had changed into a white t-shirt. She glanced down at Sasuke's cards and her smile widened.
"Don't even think about it," he whispered.
Sakura laughed, it was funny seeing him this aggravated.
"Well," she said, standing upright. "It was nice meeting you guys. I'll let you return back to your game." She gave them a polite smile. "Don't wait up for me," she said to Sasuke and walked away. Stopping by the door, she turned back and said, "Oh, and I better get half the winnings."
Sasuke glared daggers at her for intervening with the game.
"Dammit, he wins again!" Kira whined as he put down his cards as did Jiro. It was time for Sasuke to reveal his cards, and they all stared in shock, he didn't even have a winning hand this time!
Sakura left the room, laughing.
"Okay, that definitely did not count!" Jiro said.
"If you weren't so busy staring at her ass, maybe you would've called the bluff," Sasuke replied as he pulled the money from the center to his side. 'That girl,' he simply thought.
"Sasuke? Are you awake?"
"No."
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Sasuke!"
"For Pete's sake, Sakura, it's one in the morning, what on earth do you want?" Sasuke grumbled, sitting upward on his bed and glaring at her.
Taking that as an invitation, Sakura opened the door wider, bringing more light into the room, and stepped inside. She dropped her shoes on the floor and walked to his bed. "I-uh…." Her heart was beating fast, not believing that Ino had talked her into this, and that she was actually going to follow through.
"You-uh-what, Sakura?" Sasuke mocked. "Hurry up, I want to go back to sleep," Sasuke scoffed, folding his hands over his chest as he leaned his back against the board of the bed.
"Well, I was thinking…" she hesitated again as she sat on the edge of the bed, her hands on her lap, her thumbs fidgeting nervously.
"Sakura, I'm giving you ten seconds to tell me what it is that you want, otherwise you can go back to your room," he said with a stoic expression. The nitwit girl had been out for well over four hours, and hadn't once bothered to answer one of his text messages he sent in question to how she was doing.
She took a deep breath, her heart pace increasing tremendously. "I want to sleep with you," she blurted.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "We are definitely not going to make a habit of sleeping with each other. You have your own room and your own bed," he plainly said.
Sakura's face flushed red, knowing that Sasuke had misunderstood and that she would have to restate it. "No-I—that wasn't what I meant," she stated uneasily as she tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ear.
Sasuke narrowed his dark eyes at her. He noticed how nervous she was. She sat at the end of his bed, with her legs curled underneath her, and she kept fidgeting with her fingers and her hair. Slow realization was starting to seep in. "What exactly did you mean then?"
"I-uh-well, the thing is, oh gosh, I don't know how to tell you!" she sighed. annoyed with herself for having put herself in this position.
"Okay, then let me help you out—I'm not having sex with you," Sasuke bluntly stated. He surprised himself with the words that just came out of his mouth. He watched as her pale face turned into a deep shade of red.
"But you didn't even hear me out!" she whined, causing Sasuke to grin. She actually sounded like a child who was told she couldn't have dessert before dinner.
"I don't really think I want to hear what you have to say, the idea is absurd, are you drunk? Did you do drugs?" he inquired, this time a little more serious. He typically disliked it when she went out with Ino, she would always return with some weird idea in her mind.
"I am not drunk, stupid. Slightly tipsy, but not drunk! And you know I'm opposed to drugs!" Sakura replied, this time annoyed with him. But she was grateful for the slight change of subject; it gave her a little more time to gain confidence. "Now, will you hear me out?"
He simply shrugged in response. 'This outta be good,' he thought to himself. Never in his life had he expected Sakura to ask him to sleep with her, much less, expect himself to decline right from the beginning.
"Well, you see…my relationships haven't really been that successful and—"
"Sakura, at this time of night, I don't really want to hear about your relationships," he interjected.
"Just give me a moment! I'm trying to explain, gosh!" she scolded. "As I was saying, my relationships haven't been so successful. I have this issue when it comes to having sex—"
Sasuke opened his mouth to stop her, he definitely did not want to hear about her sex life, but she glared at him.
"Shush, let me finish. Now the guys I've dated were all really great, and everything always goes smoothly until we get to that stage of the relationship. I just don't feel like sleeping with them."
Sasuke was taking back with what she just admitted. "There's nothing wrong with not wanting to—"
"Shhhh," Sakura cut in again, "Just let me finish saying what I need to say, then you can reply."
Sasuke listened with unease to what she had to say. It was quite insane, to be honest. He had half the mind to demand she walk in a straight line, just to see if she was actually sober or not. How on God's name did she come up with the conclusion that in order for her to be brave enough to sleep with some other guys, she first had to get it over with someone she trusted Well, more or less, that's what she was saying to him, only in different wording.
Did she seriously expect him to agree to this nonsense? He was not going to have sex with her, simply so she can get over her sex issues. She kept using the word "trust" in nearly every other sentence, which told him a lot about her problems. He knew she didn't trust people easily, especially men. Her father cheated on her mother when she was young, and ever since then, she never paid attention to guys. But eventually, she had to grow up, and had to face reality. It seemed Sakura wasn't prepared for reality yet, and needed him to help her.
No way in hell.
Somehow, he had a feeling that Ino was behind this. A few weeks ago, when she had gone out with Ino, she had come home all distraught and nervous looking. He would always catch her staring at him oddly. Same thing with tonight, she returned from another date with Ino, and was acting weird again. Had she spent all month thinking about this? Was that why she had been acting so aloof the entire time?
"So as you can see, there wouldn't be any emotional attachments and such, so you don't have to worry, it was just be a one time thing…"
Sasuke was barely listening to her explanation. No emotional attachments? Was she out of her mind? You don't just have sex with your best friend and expect no repercussions from it.
"So what do you think?"
Her nervous tone told him a lot about how she was feeling at the moment. She was scared shitless. She probably didn't buy half the things she was saying to him. So Sasuke did, what he did best. He was going to save both of them from any future awkwardness and heartache.
He forced out a rugged laugh. "You can't be serious," he said in the midst of his laughter. He watched her bow her head, her hair shielding her face from him. He was going to have to hurt her now in order to spare them both from future turmoil. It was for her own good. "If you don't want to have sex with your boyfriends, then don't. What's the big freaking deal? You have a mind of your own and it's your own body, there's no reason to be pressured."
"It's not that, you don't understand—"
"Oh trust me, I understand. I'm the only person who knows you too well so you can't hide behind this façade. If you don't want to sleep with them, then don't. It's as simple as that. You're not using me to solve your problems."
Sakura stood up, frustrated. She glared down at him. "I don't want someone to feel like they have any power over me just because he was my first time. I don't want him to go around bragging about it either."
"If you don't trust them, then what's the point of dating them?" he remarked, returning her glare. He wondered what kind of guys she had actually gone out with. Were they jerks? Did they actually try to force her? Did they pressure her into thinking she had to sleep with them?
"I do trust them…they were all great. I just didn't trust them when it came to something as personal as that. And what if I wasn't any good and they didn't like it, and left me? Then what would've been the point of being with them?"
Sasuke's glare only intensified. He had no idea how doubtful she was of herself. When she was with him, she was always full of confidence, she was always yelling at him and telling him what to do. She was always sure of herself, yet hearing her speak now, showed him a whole other side of her.
He had thought she had put the past between her parents behind her, but it seemed it was still haunting her, making her distrust anyone's intentions with her.
"You just need some time to yourself, Sakura. You don't need me."
Sakura's hands fell numbly to her sides. "I just...I trust you..."
She didn't know how to feel. Humiliated? Angry? Embarrassed? It didn't quite matter at the moment, she just had to leave his room. Just as she had expected, he had turned her away. She tried to bring herself laugh it off, as if it were some joke, but she couldn't bring herself to pretend she wasn't hurt.
She had told him something very personal, and had asked for help, as odd as it may have been, she had expected him to somewhat understand. All the while, he had sat there, with that smug look on his face, turning her down at every attempt. Did he even listen to half of what she had said? Or had he stuck to his initial answer from the very beginning? He could've at least pretended to understand and decline her nicely, not in such a stoic manner.
But to be fair, it was an unrealistic thing. She was going to kill Ino for this. She was never going to forget this embarrassing moment. She just told her best friend she had sex issues! She prayed he would pretend this talk never happened.
"Goodnight," she mumbled in a brittle tone as she headed for the door.
Sasuke's mind did a 180 degree turn the moment she said I trust you in that helpless tone. He had hurt her by laughing at her. He shouldn't have been such a dick about it. He could only imagine how difficult it was for her to even share her story with him.
"Sakura, come back. Please," he said. He spoke so softly, so unlike his usual self. What on earth was he doing? Why was he calling her back? He had just succeeded in pushing her away, and keeping anything drastic from happening, yet he was calling her back.
Damn it. No matter what, he wasn't good with letting her go. Even when they played their games, and he would win, he would find a way to make her feel better afterwards, like by making her breakfast or buying her something. This time, he hurt her for real, and he knew he wouldn't get over it easily, unless he fixed it now.
She turned around and hesitantly walked back to him. He now sat on the edge of his bed, his shoulders hunched over, and his head bowed, waiting for her. He reached out for her with his hand and she accepted it. He pulled her closer, until she was standing between his legs.
"Are you sure?" he asked, a bit unnerved at what he, himself, was agreeing to all of a sudden.
She nodded in return, not trusting herself to speak. Was he actually doing as she asked? She didn't know how to feel or what to do.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he guided her onto his lap, her legs fell on either side of him. Her arms circled around his neck while his made their way around her waist. "Very well," he whispered and captured her lips.
A soft sigh escaped her when he kissed her.
This was it, huh? She was going to sleep with her best friend. It was so unreal. Was she going to be alright afterwards? Who knows. All she knew was that his lips felt amazing on hers. One of his hands was tangled with her hair while the other pressed against her back, slowly making its way to the zipper of her black dress.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, his lips brushing against her jawline. He felt her heartbeat against his bare chest, and he was sure his was beating just as fast.
"I'm sure," she whispered and that was all she had to say when his mouth returned back to hers and his tongue teased her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She felt the zipper of her dress move downward and gasped when his warm hand touched her bare back
Was any of this really okay between the two?
No.
Did they secretly want it to be okay?
Yes.
They were slightly okay with it.
(Disclaimer: The lyrics Sasuke wrote on Sakura is from the song You and Me by Lifehouse. And the song she's singing to is All the right moves by OneRepublic)