title: love month
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ!
rating: T-M

summary: o17; It's all Sakura's fault that I messed up on my piano performance in front of a thousand people. Why must she be so eroticly cute?

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I Believe in You

"You can do it," Sakura said to me. "I fully believe in you."

She gave me a small kiss and pushed me towards the stage. In my suit, stumbling in front of a thousand peers and their parents, I gave a small cough. Looking behind me, I saw that Sakura waved and gave a smile before giving me the "thumbs up!" sign. Taking a deep breath, I sat down on the piano bench and realized that it was too high.

So I adjusted it.

I could feel everybody's eyes on me and I was nervous, but I wouldn't let it show. I sat back down on the adjusted bench and felt sweat drip down my neck, my fingers shaking and my palms wet and moist.

The black and white keys looked foreign and my hands started to tremble. I didn't know how I would be able to play in front of the school like this. Nobody had ever seen me other than the cool, calm, and collected (three Cs! like Naruto's report card) Uchiha Sasuke, and only Sakura knew what other emotions I felt.

I couldn't show them anything. The whole auditorium was quiet. I lifted up my hands and for some reason, felt Sakura's soothing ones on my shoulders. She massaged me gently and whispered in my ear.

"You can do it, Sasuke-kun," she said in her sweet voice. "I believe in you."

I knew that she was backstage, but nonetheless, her spiritual being made me feel even more comfortable. I wiped my hands on my pants and began to play. Loud, huge chords—and then quick brisk playing, my long fingers catching every note gently and playing each trill and ornament clean and sharp.

"Your hands are beautiful," she said to me as she took them in her own small ones. "They're so pretty…I'm jealous."

"You shouldn't be. Yours are cute." I took both her hands in one of mine.

She then put my hand on top of her breast, and I blushed.

"I want to know what else these hands can do besides play music for me."

I gulped as she undid her dress, her half-naked chest right in front of me to look and to touch. Slowly, I undid the clasp of her bra as she let out a small breath, and watched as it fell to the floor, her bare breasts out in the open for me to do as I pleased.

Her nipples stood up from the cold air and I felt my own crotch burn with impatient excitement. She led my hand to her chest and I cupped one, feeling its softness and how hard her nipple was when I ran over it with my thumb.

"Aa," she said, throwing her head back in pleasure. I ran my fingers over it again, and she continued to make small moans that turned me on.

"You like it?" I asked.

"Yes," she said softly as her voice cracked. "I want…I want so much more." She reached for my belt buckle, but I pulled away. As much as my body wanted it, my mind wasn't prepared yet.

"What's wrong? You don't want me?"

Sakura had this sad expression on her face and I wanted to kiss it away.

"No, it's not that, sweetheart. I want you. I need you. But I can't have you right now when the concert is just a few days away…"

She gave me a small smile. "Okay. I understand." She then picked up her bra and re-clasped it as I watched and zipped her dress back up. Then, she took my hand and kissed every finger before sucking on each of them.

"These hands are magical."

Just by thinking about the moment, I made a small mistake as my erection poked through, making sitting very uncomfortable. I hoped that nobody notice, but Sakura winced slightly as she knew I had done something wrong, having heard it so many times.

Nonetheless, I continued to play, these "magical" hands surprising everyone and continuing to impress the girl I loved.

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"Sasuke-kun," she moaned as I touched her for the first time down there. "Oh, S-Sasuke-kun, please don't stop. It feels so…so good, I—"

Before, she was only in her panties on my bed (torso fully naked), and touching herself through the cotton. I saw how her fingers were rubbing against her and how the white color quickly turned translucent and wet.

"Touch me," she said, taking her own hand and leading mine to her womanhood. She put my hand inside of her clothes and I felt the hairs that covered her secrecy.

"Sakura—"

"Touch it, please."

She led my fingers down deeper into her, and I felt wet stickiness rub against between my hands. She let out another sweet moan and I couldn't help but stick one finger in her slickness, feeling how easily it slid in.

Sakura threw her head back as I added another, and she brought her other hand to cling onto my jacket as she led my free one to her breast.

"Sasuke-kun—"

Fuck. I messed up again. I felt Sakura wince again from behind me, and a couple of the audience look at each other, not knowing why the famous prodigy Uchiha Sasuke was skipping over notes…

It was all because of her.

I decided to end the concerto at the second movement, because if I continued to think about Sakura, I would just make myself more foolish than I already had.

So I stood up and bowed, watching as everyone gave me a standing ovation for my half-decent performance. I looked over at Sakura, and she gave me a small smile.

"Don't say anything," I said, half-frustrated that she made me like this.

"Sasuke-kun, you were great though," she said, catching up to me. I shook her off.

"No, I wasn't. I messed up halfway."

"I'm sure they didn't notice! You were still amazing!" she said. She clutched onto my arm even tighter. "I believed in you, and you did it."

"It's your fault," I muttered as she looked at me in confusion. "If you weren't so tempting, I could have played perfectly like normal. But I just had to think of you naked and…" I sighed. "I don't know."

I saw that she pouted, trying hard to think of what she could do. Then, she took my hands and kissed every finger, sucking them softly.

"Hey, Sakura…what are you—"

"These hands are magical," she said again. "You have the most perfect hands in the world. You use them to play piano for me, and to touch me, and especially to hold me tight."

I began to soften up, and I gave her a big embrace.

"Sakura," I said, my voice hoarse. "I need you right now. I can't stand it. Thinking of you in such erotic daydreams while playing…and knowing that I could very well just unzip your dress and tug off these spaghetti straps…"

She blushed and looked away. I kissed her neck gently.

"Let's skip the awards ceremony. I don't care if I get a prize or not. What I want right now is this one," I said, ruffling her hair. "After all, you'll soon become my trophy wife and I'll have to polish you…every night," I murmured, watching her shiver in secret delight.

"Yes." She wanted it, too, and followed me as she took my hand and we ran out of the building, laughing together and feeling the warm evening air hit our faces as she stopped for kisses every so often.

We got a grand suite with a piano in it, and after we made love, I played her a song that I wrote for her. She sat and listened, naked in the chair as she watched me, and cried at how touched she was.

"I love you," I murmured as I jumped right back into bed with her. "So much."

"I believe in you," she said quietly as she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tight. "So, so, so much!"

We just lied there in bed for a while as I kissed her softly until she went to sleep. I stared back at the piano and at my hands.

Magical hands…

I stroked her hair and smirked as my head hit the pillow.

Inspired by "lewd melody, obscene fingers" by Mayu Shinjo

Slight changes 7.8.14!