A/N: Remember how I said I most likely wouldn't write a full lemon? Well, scratch that. I'm going to try again. It's my birthday, I'm gonna make myself happy.
So, yeah, I'm changing the rating. I was already thinking about it, but I wasn't too sure that what I'd written so far was graphic enough to be worth it. However, SasuSaku Forever and Ever told me that she thought maybe it should be rated M and I thought "You know, if she noticed, other readers must have, too", so I decided to change it.
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Wasted – Chapter 7
Won
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There's only one hour left to my suffering. The last two weeks until today were absolute hell. Sasuke kept popping up everywhere, trying to corner me in various empty corridors or ambush me to pull me into broom closets. He followed my every move as if he'd put a tracking device on me, and kept harassing poor Hinata to tell him where my classes were.
I kept either Ino or Naruto close to me every time I walked around school, just to make sure I wasn't left alone and easy to target. I even recruited Temari this morning to leave the apartment with me. Mostly, I tried to avoid looking at him directly, just in case their permanent smolder made me melt inside and jump his bones on the spot.
Because that's what I've wanted to do every single second of those two weeks. Every time I'd see him walk around a corner or lean against a wall to wait for me in a perfect pose of studied hotness, I'd feel my heart start beating faster and warmth pool between my legs. At night, I'd have flashbacks of all the times our skin had come in contact, all the times I'd felt his lips against mine and all the times his hands had roamed over my body, and I'd wake up covered in sweat and in dire need of a change of underwear.
And I've been trying to avoid that, because I can't think clearly about his proposition if my body keeps overpowering my brain. Plus, it's really bad for my grades.
But now.
Now, I'm in the safety of Ino's bedroom, biting my tongue as I try to apply eyeliner without smudging it everywhere, while my best friend struggles to decide between two shades of nail polish, and I believe I have nothing to worry about. Sasuke's not going to show up at any instalment of the Party-A-Thon, his grades wouldn't survive it. The Administration program, unlike Cinema, requires the students' entire dedication to homework and exams, and that, all throughout the semester.
"Seriously, Forehead, which one? Temptress red or Slut silver?"
"Hm, depends on what kind of message you want to send out. You intend to be tempting or slutty?"
"I'll go for Slut silver. I'll use Temptress when I need to recover."
So, no Sasuke to ruin my fourteen day-long fun. I am a free woman, and I will enjoy every single moment of this liberation, starting with a semi-sleepover party at Ino's to get ready for the first night, opening in her and Naruto's apartment in forty-five minutes.
Once I finish this masterful painting of my face and get my shoes on my feet, I'll be ready to step downstairs, swallow three of four shots of whatever alcohol Naruto got us to get myself started, and then completely forget about the concept of time and space for two weeks.
Goodbye, world.
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How did this happen?
No, seriously, how did I get here?
Twenty minutes ago, I was innocently getting drunk at yet another Party-A-Thon party (I'm not entirely sure what day we are, but I do know that week two is in full swing), having the time of my life with Cinema people and their stranger plus ones without a care in the world. Let's trace back, shall we?
I remember, I arrived slightly late, for no discernable reason, and immediately zeroed in on the refreshment table, still seeking to forget the miserable two weeks I'd spent trying to avoid any Sasuke-related temptation, something I'd been relatively successful with, considering I hadn't been in contact with his tongue or junk in nearly twenty-three days.
I was at my fifth beer and then... I don't know. Maybe someone pulled me out of the apartment and into the freezing cold March weather, or maybe I just wandered off on my own. The latter is the most plausible, I've been feeling zombie all day, it probably transpired in my way of being wasted. Usually, when I'm completely shitfaced, I tend to find an empty and crowd-lacking spot to get stark naked and dance like a drunk, beheaded turkey. I now know there are no such places outside the apartment, but it probably slipped my mind at the time.
I remember spotting trees and stop signs, but at this point, they're really no help at all. I have no idea where I am, I'm cold and I desperately need to use the bathroom. There really is no other thought going through my brain except for "Must. Use. Bathroom.
BATHROOM.
GAH."
Wait, my journey's not done yet. There was someone with me. I think it was a dude. That wouldn't surprise me at all, I probably dragged him out to have a little fun time with him. (That's just the kind of drunk I am. Get out, get naked and get laid. And the whole Sasuke ordeal is not a valid reason not to have sex with anyone else.) Unless he was the one to pull me away from my fun. In which case, he's a douche.
I think we talked. Or maybe yelled. I don't know. We most probably had a fight. That's what the sane and sober part of my brain (even as microscopic as it is) seems to remember. Something uncomfortable, unpleasant to talk about. Did I ever have sex with him? I think I did. Otherwise he wouldn't have confronted me. I don't remember either where, when or why, but we most definitely shagged.
What? I don't keep tabs. Sue me.
Oh wait, I remember something. Something about Sasuke, I'm sure. About boycotting him or something. Who is that dude, anyway? And what business does he have meddling with my private affairs? I don't poke into his dirty little secrets, do I? At least I have some morals.
Key word being "some".
Still, what right does he have to talk about the one person I really want to forget everything about at this very moment? Sasuke seems to see me as a toy, a life-sized female toy he can play with to his liking, not even bothering to consider my opinion. I'm like his blow-up doll, only with a pulse.
And then... I think I walked off. Or he did. The point is, now, I'm lying in cold, wet grass, staring up at the stars without really registering anything I'm seeing, and I'm alone. Oh, no, wait, someone just bent over me.
"You done sulking, now?" The shadow asks in a deep voice that my clouded, fuzzy brain seems to recognise.
What does he mean, sulking? I was sulking? No I wasn't! I'd remember it if I were, and I'd remember the reason. I sit up quickly, ready to call him up on his mistake.
And then I instantly regret it. My stomach churns, my heart skips a beat and my blood starts pounding against my eardrums. I see black spots everywhere and even while sitting down, I feel unbalanced. And yet, I start being more conscious of my surroundings.
Hang on. I know this feeling.
I'm sobering up.
Oh, no! I don't want to! I'll start feeling sad and tired and nausea will take over, and I won't be able to puke because I'm never able to puke and I'll feel terrible and dirty and I don't want that! Somebody get me a shot of vodka!
The shadow sinks to his knees next to me and grabs my shoulders.
"Sakura!" He calls.
Oh, everything stopped spinning. My ears have stopped buzzing. My heart is calming down. My stomach is returning to its normal spot in my belly. My breathing becomes even. My vision clears.
And suddenly, I don't hear anything. All the sound is gone. But I don't care. I don't care that I'm cold. I don't care that my butt is wet. I don't care that there's grass in my hair, mud on my shoes and beer all over my sweater. I don't care because it's Sasuke.
It's Sasuke who's holding my shoulders. It's Sasuke who just said my name. It's Sasuke who's looking at me with something I can only describe as either concerned tenderness or tender concern. Either way, I start feeling all warm inside and I realise just how close his face is.
Because, really, what do I care if he's overconfident? What do I care if he's a smug bastard? What do I care if he's been annoying the shit out of me for the past two weeks? I want him and he very clearly wants me, and there's absolutely nothing stopping me from jumping his bones right now besides my own stubborn self.
Well, no more!
I crash my mouth to his and close my eyes. If in five seconds he hasn't kissed me back then-...
Oh my God! He's kissing me! He's pulling at my bottom lip and pushing his tongue in. Lord, thunder and Jesus, he's kissing me and it feels good! He's placing my arms around his neck and bringing me closer to him. Oh, I am definitely getting some tonight. And if I'm lucky, I might be getting so right here, in this park.
He pulls me in his lap and-
Hold on. What's that?
A warm bubble of something just popped between my legs, but it's not the pleasant kind of warm I was expecting. And it's spreading.
I'm not peeing myself, am I?
"Sasuke, let me up," I say shakily. He lets go of my shoulders. I scramble to my feet and stand motionless for a few seconds. "Turn around," I tell him, hearing the urgency in my own voice.
He spins around quickly, probably completely confused, and I immediately thrust my hand down my pants and into my panties. What? I'm drunk, it's fine. Just as long as Sasuke isn't looking. I pull a trembling hand out and stare in horror at the warm, red liquid on the tip of my fingers.
No. No. This can't be happening. Not now. Not when I've finally come to my senses about this gorgeous, perfect male that's looking at me with a worried (but still so very hot) look on his face.
Please, please, Mother Nature.
Not my period.
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"Okay, say that again, but slower," Ino says, frowning, her Temptress-painted fingers pressed to her temples.
"Sasuke and I are gonna be in a non-committal but somewhat exclusive relationship," I repeat in a tone mimicking whale sounds.
"Your words are too long for this extenuated brain," she groans. "Simpler phrasing, please."
"Basically, we're gonna be fuck-buddies." My tone would be more suited for a conversation about picking daisies than one about casual sex.
"Oh, okay," she replies as if I'd just told her I was considering buying a new vacuum cleaner. She hesitates for a few seconds. "Wait, is that a good thing? Last I remember, you wanted to get as far away from him as possible."
"Hm, I did. But I don't anymore."
"What changed?"
"I'm not sure, but I'm gonna guess my level of oestrogen."
"Hm," she pauses, contemplative (or maybe just spacing out). "Makes sense."
GET DOWN! GET DOWN! AND MO-
I really need to change my ringtone.
"Hello?"
"I'm here," Sasuke says on the other end of the line. I smile.
"I'll be right out."
I'm one of those unlucky girls whose periods can last up to five days or more, complete with very heavy flow and almost unbearable cramps before, during and after. I know this isn't particularly fun information to share, but what I'm trying to say, basically, is that despite having accepted Sasuke's proposition, I haven't been able to consummate our agreement since the start of my period, which pretty much means that I've been waiting for five days to get my itch scratched.
At first I didn't think it wouldn't be a big deal. I've had dry spells longer than five days before, I thought I could survive that one easily. But for some reason, I've been yearning to have him inside of me more than I ever have for anyone else. It's quite disconcerting, and I've managed to find two possible reasons for it.
One, girls are horny during their periods. So it could simply be that, but it's never been at such a level before. So, reason number two, my body remembers the last time it got down to business with Sasuke's, and now that my brain has given it the go ahead to fuck his brains out, my body can't accept anything other than him, as it would be a considerable downgrade.
However, five days ago, we decided to stay away from each other for as long as I'd be bleeding from the one place that needs to be available for intercourse (as Ino puts it, because she's too immature to say "vagina"), because he didn't want to have to stop halfway through and I didn't want to have to make him stop. Simple foreplay for nearly a week would be either complete torture or a really annoying spoiler which would make the actual sex less exciting.
Because, and I've only realised this a few hours ago (at the same time as I was texting Sasuke that my period was over), he's about to be the first man I ever have sex with while sober. And that's something I definitely didn't see coming and it actually makes me kind of nervous.
My first time, I didn't care at all, I was just trying to erase any trace of my ex, and I counted on the fact that if I ended up hurting me, I wouldn't remember anyway because I was too drunk. The other times after that are all blurry and the only thing that I remember clearly about them is getting out of the guys' beds or cars and get a cab to my apartment. And that one night with Sasuke four months ago, all I remember besides the events of the next morning is that it felt incredibly good. Everything else is quite foggy in my brain.
But this time, I'll actually be conscious of everything. I'll be able to remember the feel of everything he does to me, and revel in it, and appreciate it for everything it is. And, if anything, I'll be able to stay awake for another round – if another round there is, of course, because it could turn out to be quite exhausting the first time – instead of falling asleep like the hopeless drunk I usually am.
Yeah. This time, it'll be special. Not "first time with boyfriend or anyone" special, but special nonetheless.
Am I supposed to be this nervous?
"He's here?" Ino asks, looking at her nails in indifference.
"Yeah," I reply, still smiling, pulling my snow coat on.
"So you're not going to the final night?"
"Nope."
"Naruto's gonna be disappointed. Oh well, have a good evening, then." She addresses me a knowing smirk. "And a good night." I roll my eyes.
"Thanks, Ino." I step towards her door.
"Did you brush your teeth?" She asks before I can walk out. I stop and turn to her.
"Yes."
"Did you take a proper shower?"
"Yes."
"What kind of underwear are you wearing?"
"The first thing I found this morning."
"Is it sexy?"
"... Sort of? It's underwear, it's always a little bit sexy."
"Not granny panties."
"I don't own granny panties. Besides, clothes are meant to be taken off during sex."
"Hm, you've told me about a few times where you didn't follow that rule."
"Bye, Ino." I open her door and step outside.
"USE PROTECTION!" She yells after me.
"Yes, mom."
"Oh, and, Sakura?"
"What?"
"I'm proud of you."
"Shut up."
Finally, I'm outside and anything else Ino has to say is muffled by the closed door of her apartment. I stay on the doorstep for a few seconds, taking in the image of the big, shiny black car waiting in the driveway, and Sasuke, leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest to keep warm and a small smile stretching his lips.
We both stand there, looking at each other. At the sight of him, all the signs of nervousness I thought were just some sort of pre-show jitters increase tenfold and I have to wonder how I was ever able to refuse him in the past. It might sound terribly cheesy, but I can feel some sort of electric current pass between us and I just know he's been yearning for this as much as I have, if not more.
I walk to him, slightly shaking (though I can't tell if it's because I'm cold or because I'm nervous) and stop a few inches away from him. He leans away from the car and opens the door for me. Again, the chivalry is useless but appreciated nonetheless. I climb into the warmth of the car and slide to the end of the seat. Sasuke soon joins me.
I carefully avert his eyes the whole ride to his house, perfectly aware that only the driver (fine, chauffeur)'s presence is refraining my desire to jump Sasuke. Mercifully, the drive is short-lived and soon, we're walking through his front door. I barely notice that he's taken my coat off my shoulders that already, he's pulling me up the stairs, probably as eager as I know I am.
He closes his bedroom door behind me, not bothering to turn the lights on, and presses me against it, crashing his mouth to mine. I can feel his hard-on against my stomach. Not wasting a second more, I grip the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. I have half a second to marvel at the sight of his naked torso before he kisses me again, his tongue dancing around mine. He backs up towards where I'm pretty sure is his bed, pulling me with him. He nearly rips my shirt off of me and throws it on the ground, his hands then going to grab my head.
Mine fly to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping my way to what I've been craving for five days. As I pull down his pants and underwear and reveal his raging erection, I start to kneel, because I don't know any guy who doesn't like a blow job as foreplay. My knees haven't even touched the ground, however, that he pulls me up by the arms and sets me on my feet.
I try to ask him why with my eyes (I don't trust my voice at this point) but he simply kisses me again and pulls me down on his bed, where he proceeds to take my pants and underwear off of me, and suddenly, it feels like his hands are everywhere at once.
They roam over my chest, slide down my back and grip my hips, and oh my God, does it feel good. I lose track of what he's doing, too busy being overwhelmed by the pleasure swarming my body. I don't even bother keeping my voice down, and my moans get louder and louder by the second.
I only regain consciousness when he has two fingers up my vagina and his thumb pressing against my clitoris and I'm letting out a long, strangled scream. My hands fist the sheets and I feel my toes curl. His mouth is kissing my stomach, sometimes rising higher to my breasts but never sinking lower.
And then he's above me, kissing me again, his fingers gone from inside me. One of his arms slips under my back, pulling me up to him while he leans towards his bedside table, reaching for a condom. He apparently finds one because he lets go of me temporarily, I'm guessing to put it on. In a second, he's gathered me in his arms again and brings the covers over us.
He grips my butt and puts my legs around his hips. Then, one of his hands slips between us and he grabs his penis, directing it towards me. He enters me slowly but without hesitation and my eyes roll back inside my head.
I knew being sober would make me feel things better, but I didn't think it would make that much of a difference. My already sensitive walls throb against his erection and I move my hips to gain more friction, a long moan escaping my lips. He apparently doesn't feel up to teasing me and immediately thrusts up inside me, releasing a strained groan.
He leans down to press himself against me and circles my back with his arms. My arms slide around his neck and my fingers tangle themselves in his hair dampened by his sweat. He pushes himself a few inches over, creating more pressure on my clitoris with his pelvic bone and gives more powerful thrusts. He lowers his mouth to mine but I barely manage to kiss him once before I open my mouth to gasp at the incredible sensations he's giving me.
His hands leave my back to go grab my thighs and pull them higher up on his hips and I can't help but glance in between us at where our bodies are connected. His hips thrust forcefully against mine, gaining in speed. His pubic hair meshes with mine, and the sight of our legs crossed and the place where our sexes meet sends another wave of pleasure down my spine. The sound of his grunts, mixed with my moans and the sound of flesh against flesh is all I can hear and it brings me closer to where I've wanted to be for days.
His penis inside me makes my head reel. It fills me up completely and sends jolts of pleasure up and down my spine every time he moves his hips. His thrusts get even faster and become more erratic. I can feel the familiar swelling in the pit of my stomach building up.
His head moves up and down next to mine, his grunts loud and strangely soothing in my ear. I've long given up on meeting his movements and instead grip his shoulders to make sure I just don't fall behind. My fingers dig into his back and my heels dig into his thighs as I hold on for dear life. His mouth finds my neck and he starts sucking on it, probably leaving marks which I absolutely don't care about. In fact, I'm almost looking forward to seeing them in the mirror tomorrow morning.
I know that he's about to come, and for the first time, I think I am too. The knot in my stomach reaches a point of tension so tight it's almost unbearable, something I've definitely never felt before, and I start shaking uncontrollably. I'm no longer releasing short plaints, but long high moans as I lose any form of coherent thought. Still thrusting up inside me, he reaches in between us and presses his thumb down on my clitoris, hard. I let out one last long scream...
... And then all the air leaves my lungs.
Every single clenched muscle in my body suddenly relaxes and clenches up against just as fast. I see stars, my ears are buzzing and wave over wave of pleasure washes over me repeatedly as I feel my vagina clench frantically around Sasuke's penis, still moving up and down inside me. I start moaning again, now ever more sensitive to Sasuke's movements, if possible, but with all my limbs now completely limp around him.
My climax brings him over the edge quickly and he lets out a muffled cry as his hips give erratic jerks. I lift my tired legs to squeeze his hips while he lets everything go and crashes down against me, his ear pressed against mine. I pant while he lies on top of me, giving short, shaky breaths.
I slowly recover my ability to formulate a full thought and try to wrap my head around the fact that I've actually just experienced something women seldom do, especially during their teenage years with a partner their age, and find that I'm incapable. It just seems too improbable that I've just had orgasm.
And yet... I have.
I don't even my mom has.
I giggle in utter glee.
"Why didn't you tell me that was what I was in for?" I ask Sasuke, still short of breath but giggly nonetheless.
He doesn't answer but starts laughing in a low, tired voice, the movement of his diaphragm making his entire frame shake against me.
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A/N: Woooaaah... This one was definitely better than the one in A Walk To Remember.
By the way, according to my Author's Notes, I started this last year on my eighteenth birthday. And, well, my nineteenth birthday ended about an hour ago. It's by no means finished, but man, I think it's strangely fitting.
Anyway, yeah. Here's to my nineteenth! Knock glasses while looking each other in the eyes, otherwise it's seven years of bad sex. And make a deer-in-the-headlights face while you're at it.
Review? Pretty please? I'll love you forever!