Title: inhibitions gone
Summary: It's only when he's wasted out of his mind that he allows himself to want to be with her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: Night Out
Rating: T
Warning(s): Sexual tension.
Comments: inspired by ilabarattolo's art of drunken!Sasuke and sober!Sakura.

She sees him on her way home from work, just a few streets away from a popular town bar. It's been a pretty long day, and she's more tired than she cares to admit, having dealt with too many pressing, self-entitled idiots, but his presence changes everything for her, tipping her world back in balance and instantly bringing a small, delighted smile to her lips. She loves that seeing Sasuke makes everything seem alright, in so little time. Loves that he can lift her mood by merely just being there.

Fondly, her eyes soften, and before long her mouth parts open to call his name. But she stops herself once she remembers how little time Sasuke seems to have had by himself, always in the company of others and being dragged to places he doesn't seem to want to go to—and that perhaps he is alone right now because he wants to be. A little disappointed, but still happy to have seen him at all, she moves to turn to the road that would lead her home again, throwing one last glance to the man she loves.

But she freezes when she sees him already looking at her, with furrowed eyebrows and evident confusion. And she isn't sure, but she thinks he might look a little ego-wounded, too. She wonders why.

"Sakura," he finally manages to acknowledge, his voice a low murmur.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sakura smiles and shifts to face him again, raising one delicate hand to wave at him timidly.

"Hi, Sasuke-kun."

When he says nothing in response, only staring at her unblinkingly from that dark corner he's holding himself at, she shuffles on her feet a bit. Is there a reason he called out to her? Is he waiting for her to say something else? Or had he simply not wanted her to feel ignored, and felt it polite to recognize her company?

Frowning a bit, she proceeds to clear her throat and cross her hands behind her back, tilting her head to the side. "I can leave if you want, Sasuke-kun," she suggests, lifting her shoulders in a small shrug. "It's fine to want to be alone, every once in a while. You don't have to say anything."

He's silent again, and she takes this as an acceptance to her proposition, hesitantly lingering around before she turns again, for the second time that night, to continue down the road home.

"Wait," she hears him say, before she can even take more than two steps.

Sakura pauses, and looks at him over her shoulder.

His mouth opens for a moment, and then he closes it again not long after, before he finally steps forward beneath the semi-bright streetlight and allows her to see him properly for the first time tonight. He looks only slightly disheveled, with barely rosy cheeks and an unfocused gaze, and a bottle of his favorite whiskey in his right hand that is just about empty.

"If I wanted to be alone, d'you think I would have called f'you?"

He's drunk, she realizes, after a moment of stunned silence. Sasuke's drunk. He's drunk and I've… I've never seen him like this. So uninhibited.

She's too fascinated by this new side of Sasuke, too mind-blown by the pure, unfiltered honesty and open admittance to his feelings, to notice him making his way to her in sloppy, unsteady steps. It is only when he stops a few feet away from her, and takes a swig from his bottle, that she realizes how close he's gotten.

"You work too much, you know," he mumbles to her, then, shaking his head. "Y'should take more missions. And less hospital hours. The dumbass and Kakashi keep complainin' 'bout how much we don't see you anymore." He takes another swig. "Even I might start complaining if you don't come see us every once in a while." Pause. "Somethin's missin' when you're not around. S'not… as fun."

Her heart skips a beat at this, eyes widening at such a revelation, and she can't help but to wonder how much he's really had tonight to allow him to speak so freely. Sober Sasuke would have never said something like this, she suspects.

Blushing lightly, Sakura thinks, You really are drunk Sasuke-kun…

But it isn't until he stumbles into her just moments later that she realizes howdrunk he really is. Her arms fly out instantly to catch him, but she reacts a little too late and within moments they are both sent crashing backwards into the wooden fence behind her. She makes a little oomph sound when the weight of his body presses onto her heavily, her hands pressing to his chest and fisting in his shirt as she tries to push him away so he can stand on his own two feet again.

She ignores the warmth of his own hands on her waist despite the tingling sensation of her skin in response to his touch, and promptly dismisses it as his attempt to stabilize himself. For this, she expects for him to release her from his grip once he finds his balance again, but finds herself surprised when hetightens his grip instead, fingers digging possessively at her hips.

Shocked beyond words, Sakura merely gapes at the situation they've found themselves in, her heart racing in her chest and pounding relentlessly in her ribcage as she wonders what she should do—and what he was going to do, next. Her breath hitches in her throat as he slowly draws her closer to him, until they're mere inches away from brushing up against each other, and her mind blanks when he drags his nose up her neck, lips skittering teasingly across the sensitive skin.

She doesn't realize her breath has gone a little shallow until he pulls back to look at her with his drooped ink eyes, a pleasant flush of inebriation on his cheeks as he slurs, "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?"

This time, she literally gasps. And when his gaze drops to her mouth, staring longingly for a few lasting seconds, his intention evident, she feels her whole body stiffen in response while her face grows hot. She nearly squeaks when he pulls her closer with one quick tug, causing her hands to press on his hard chest to keep herself from colliding into him.

When his lips brush her jaw, she feels her legs turn to jelly and forces herself to push him away nervously, a caring, but anxious, smile crossing her lips as she looks at him and tilts her head in concern, murmuring, "S-Sasuke-kun, I-I think you're drunk… you should go home…"

She swallows tightly when he only leans forward some more, surrounding her with the scent of smoke, pine trees and booze, dizzying her. And then he raises an arm to trap her against the wooden wall while the other remains at her waist and pulls her into him until their hips are bumping upon one another, creating a most delicious friction, one that thickens the tension between them until she's practically panting.

Tipping his head back some, Sasuke looks at her with his intense, seductive black eyes, and murmurs in a deep, throaty voice full of need and pure, raw desire, "Come with me."

The invitation makes her mouth run dry.

A/N: Yeah, I know. I'm evil. BLAME LES.

Also, skipping the day 8 prompt (The student becomes the teacher).

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