Title: trouble that can't be named
Summary: She sees him watching, and she can't resist teasing him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: Watching.
Rating: T
Warning(s): Implied masturbation at the end, but it's not an explicit mention or anything. Also, innuendo. And OOC on Sasuke's part, because real Sasuke would probably never show his embarrassment so fully.
Comments: I'm in love with the idea of Sakura being aware of Sasuke watching her and she takes full power over that to rile him up. Shy!Sasuke is the best ok.

She should have probably seen it coming from him, being the silent type and all. She didn't know why she didn't. Maybe it was because she had been so distracted worrying about him before or asking him on dates that she hadn't noticed before, but when she took the time to look at him now, she realized how much time Sasuke spent looking at people.

And how much time he spent watching her.

She didn't really know what to do with that at first. She thought that perhaps she could send him a smile, but then wondered if Sasuke would like that. Perhaps he didn't want her to know he was watching her?

So Sakura settled for ignoring the matter as best she could, and trying to act as casually as possible.

But it was impossible to catch his stares, or steal glances at him only to find him already looking at her. And in those few moments she caught, she noticed something: Sasuke seemed embarrassed on some occasions. It wouldn't take much longer for her to realize that he was embarrassed because she would unintentionally do something that would turn him on.

She didn't realize how powerful of a reaction she could get from him simply by sucking juice off her finger. Or how flustered he would get every time she sparred alone, because her shirt rolled up halfway from all the twisted and turning, showing off a lot more skin than he was used to seeing.

She didn't realize how fun it could all be for her, to rile up Sasuke like that. How empowered it would make her feel.

So she began seeking those reactions out of him intentionally.

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She liked playing with the zipper of her shirt, when she was around him. It was all too amusing how uncomfortable he would get.

She would touch her neck, first, rubbing the skin thoughtfully. His eyes would be draw to the movement. She would then trail her hand to her ear, massaging the lobe lightly, before trailing it back down at the base of her neck, where the zipper rested. She would play with the metal, zipping it down until it rested at the top of her breasts—her eyes would steal a sideways glance to him and detect the all too light blush on his cheeks, then she would look down and see his hands balled into fists—and then zipping it back up.

Down and up. Down and up. Again and again.

Then she would just let it go, altogether, turning her head to smile innocently at Sasuke, who in turn snapped his head away from her exposed cleavage and mumbled incoherently under his breath.

Her smile would turn devilish, but he would be too busy trying to distract himself from naughty thoughts to notice.

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"Here again, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura sighed as she walked into the room, clicking her pen. "And I thought I told you and Naruto to lay off, for a while."

She approached the bed and fought the urge to smile, all too aware of Sasuke's eyes trailing on the length of her nurse outfit. She watched as his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Since when do medics wear nurse's outfits?"

"They don't," she replied, grinning since she felt a little blunt today. "But I like it. My legs look longer with it."

His eyes widened, started to drift down, before he snapped out of it and caught her gaze again. She had that knowing sparkle in her eyes and he almost cursed.

"It's a little short, don't you think?" he grunted, looking away from her. She was sure he was hiding a blush.

She smiled. "Not really. It's the same length as any other nurse's outfit." Her tone turned teasing. "Their outfit never bothered you before, so I don't see why mine should."

His head snapped to look at her, and he glared. "It doesn't."

"If you say so."

Her knowing smile returned, and it made him twitch.

Sakura then proceeded to go on with the checkup and treatment, exaggerating every move as to get him as embarrassingly nervous as possible. She loved seeing him so agitated.

Fleetingly, she wondered if he had a crush on her—the thought sent millions of butterflies in her stomach—or if he was only just then becoming aware of his hormones.

Either way, she was the one who had his completely attention, so who would she be to complain?

"Alright, you're all fixed up," she said, walking across the room with an obvious sway of her hips. She could feel his stare. "I just have to fill in the rest of the chart, and then you can be on your merry way when the nurses discharge you." She leaned against the wall unnecessarily, glancing up at him with a strange gleam in her eye. The urge to smirk was almost overwhelming as pink dusted on Sasuke's cheeks again—after all, she was giving him a rather full view of her tight outfit and proving how wonderful her legs looked in it.

Instead, she held back the smirk and pursed her lips cutely, beginning to ask him questions about his health.

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There was a catcall, and Sakura rolled her eyes, smiling lightly despite herself. "Sakura-chan, not that I'm complaining but why are you wearing a bikini?"

She stuck her tongue out to the blonde and grinned. "It's hot, Naruto. Thirty five degrees." She shrugged. "I'd rather not be training in this heat when I could do something way better."

There was a puff of smoke, signaling Kakashi's arrival. "Sorry I'm late! There was this old lady who collapsed from the heat and—Sakura, is there a reason you're wearing that?"

The woman fiddled with the green string of her top and tried to seem shy. "Well, you see, I've been trying to get your attention for so long and—"

"SAKURA-CHAN!" Naruto exclaimed, looking completely mortified.

He was followed by a low laugh on his former teacher's part.

"Calm down, Naruto." She giggled. "Kakashi knows I'm kidding."

The Hokage-in-training was then distracted. "Oi! There's the teme!" He ran to meet him, babbling nonsense about missions that kept Sasuke distracted from her.

"Ohayo, Sasuke-kun!" Sakura said merrily, waving a hand at him to catch his attention.

She saw his mouth move to return the call, but as his eyes landed on her, all that came out was a sound that seemed like choking and an odd squawk of, "what are you wearing?"

"A bikini, Sasuke-kun." She put her hands on her hips and didn't miss the way his eyes followed, his cheeks flushing deeply. "It's hot and sunny and I am not going to spend this wonderful day training and getting myself wet with sweat." She paused as she noticed how he tightly swallowed when she said 'wet' and grinned. "So I'm going to sunbathe!"

With those words said, Sakura turned around and skipped ahead to where she had put down her bag earlier. She stretched her arms wide and smiled up at the bright sky, before plopping down comfortably on the ground and riffling through her bag for a towel and some sunscreen. After having successfully rolled out the towel on the ground, she took the sunscreen and started applying it over her body. She stole a sideways glance to the boys who had just started training, grinning secretly to herself as she noticed how unfocused Sasuke was.

She continued applying the sunscreen over herself, taking extra care when it came to the area near her breasts, shoulders and thighs, not only to tease Sasuke but to make sure she wouldn't catch a sunburn—they hurt like hell in those areas.

She laughed melodiously as she heard Naruto yell at him, "would you focus more on me than Sakura?!"

She'd never seen Sasuke punch Naruto this hard, nor seen his ears become so red.

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"Ow," Naruto whined, rubbing his so very sore face. Blood was gushing out of his nose like crazy, and he was pretty sure it was broken. "You prick!"

He was just about to get up and give Sasuke a taste of his own medicine before he noticed how red his rival's face was.

"Dude…" Naruto started, shaking his head in pity. "You're so into her it's almost pathetic, man."

Sasuke tried to glare at him viciously, but his embarrassment completely overshadowed his anger. "Another word, and I kill you."

"Try me."

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Slipping another strawberry in her mouth, Sakura hummed lightly, ecstatic at the wonderful taste of her fresh berries. She licked the juices slipping down her fingers, glancing at the man beside her to find him staring back intently with heated eyes.

She smiled. "They're really good, you should have one."

"No thanks. Don't like sweet things," he muttered, tearing his gaze away from her almost shyly and directing them towards the TV instead. He ran a hand through his hair, and Sakura wondered if it was because of the humidity of this summer day, or simply because he was nervous.

She decided to test him by picking another strawberry when he looked at her again, her eyes locked with his as she took a bite and moaned. An immediate flustered look, furious blush, slight whimper and pulling at his collar was her response.

She smirked.

This was probably the best reaction out of him yet.

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Later on, when she passed by the bathroom in his house, she heard panting. Curious, she stopped walking and listened. The panting became harsher, and then she heard a very deep, but stifled groan. She slapped a hand on her mouth to keep from laughing, before knocking politely at the door.

"Are you almost done, Sasuke-kun?" she asked, trying to keep the teasing tone from her voice.

There was the sound of something falling and possibly breaking, before she heard Sasuke speak up in a hoarse voice, "I'll… be out in a minute."

"Just come out when you're finished."

She thought of how humiliated he must have felt, and so was completely unprepared for his next words.

"Why don't you come and help me?" he growled, voice dripping with sexual invitation.

Sakura had never blushed this hard.

A/N: Yep. This was fun to write, ok. I loved it, and I wish I could have added so many more moments but I felt this was sufficient. I've got more prompts to write and I really want to catch up, so yeah sadly I didn't add anything more. Maybe it's better that way, though. I like how he slowly became more and more flustered the bolder she was. hahahha! Oh, I wish real Sakura would be like that, but I think she'd be the one being teased instead of Sasuke. ;P

Hope you enjoyed!

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