#5: Round Two and Counting
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Rating: Light R.
Word Count: 419
Summary/Description: They'll get better at it with time, and practice.
Warning/Spoilers: Endearingly sex-befuddled Sasuke equals slightly OOC Sasuke. Implications of naughtiness. No spoilers.
A/N: Because we're all tired of the angst, I'm sure; especially Sahara-written angst. :3
Sakura had no knowledge of post-coital bliss, having just had her first go at the whole business (a very good first go, Inner Sakura suffixed complacently, and Sakura had to resist the urge to purr like a cat). But she was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be this… sticky. Or cold.
The reason for her discomfort dawned on her when she managed to clear a few clouds out of her head with a few taps, and turned to the side. What greeted her made her form a pointed moue in consternation. He was hogging the sheets!
"Sasuke-kun!" she whispered in a gentle hiss, scooting closer, trying to get beneath the covers. "Sasuke-kun!"
"…Mmmwrawrt?"
"You're hogging the sheets!"
The avenger peeled his eyes open with considerable effort, and Sakura would have giggled at the utter befuddlement in his eyes if she hadn't remembered that she was supposed to be annoyed with him.
"I'm cold."
"Uhn?" Sasuke blinked, and rubbed at his eyes. Sakura sighed a little exasperatedly. She didn't know how he had managed to fall asleep so soon afterwards. Then she thought about that a little, and took a few moments to feel proud of herself.
"Oh." Finally clueing in, the blue-haired man raised the coverlet so that the kunoichi could slip beneath, and cuddle up to his warm side. Irritation fast dissipating, Sakura hugged him slackly about the waist as he let the coverlet drift down and envelop them both. One of his arms draped over her shoulders to pull her closer, so that her bare chest moulded into his side, and the apex of her thighs nestled into the hard length of his leg. Sakura mewled pleasantly.
"Another round?" she asked a few minutes later, when she felt herself come to life again, just from his nearness. She moved against him suggestively, letting the tips of her breasts skate across muscles and skin, and thought that she could really get used to this.
He rolled on top of her so swiftly, she didn't even see him move. All she knew was that suddenly, she could see quietly smouldering pitch-black eyes, a half-smirk by the light that streamed through the window, and feel him pressing into the sweat-slick skin of her thigh. She thought it rather uncanny that he could go from being bewildered and lethargic to quick and sharp and ready in mere seconds. And then he moved his hips, in a particular way, and she quite forgot about thinking altogether.
"Let's," he agreed, and descended.
A/N: Fufufufufufu. :D
? I'm a bit worried that it's a little… choppy?