A/N: I do not own Naruto characters.
What goes up, must come down.
She knew the laws of gravity; knew the theory of general relativity. She knew about friction and quantum gravity, and numerous other scientific explain alls. She could explain the mechanics of ninjutsu and genjutsu, and the basis of taijutsu. She could explain any medical procedure used in hospitals today and even a few that were not commonly used because of how dangerous they could be. She was the most intelligent kunoichi in the village when it came to book smarts. But none of her books or theories had prepared her for this.
She gasped and jerked slightly as gentle fingers trailed up her thigh. She'd been dressed in a nice little number when she and Ino had strolled into the bar. She'd never really been the type to come to these places, but Ino had begged her and she refused to be outdone by her best friend. So, she'd thrown on her sexy little black dress, a pair of her nicer heeled sandals, and a little makeup. She'd left her hair down, as it was too much trouble to do anything with it.
Her night had started out normal enough. She and Ino had arrived in time to see Kakashi taking off with Anko, the two all but giggling in their lust-filled haze of intoxication. Ino had pouted, hoping to snag the older man for herself, but she'd quickly cheered up when several other males had called out for her attentions. Sakura, however, had been uninterested. And it had showed. She'd merely come to keep her friend company, and the cold shoulder she gave to many of the men who actually approached her showed them she wasn't interested.
That is, until he had walked in. She'd been busy nursing the same drink for the last three hours when the doors had slide open with a light squeak. Ino had been busy sucking face with one of the locals when the two foreigners had made their way inside, a loud local knucklehead on their heels. Sakura had regarded the blonde who was like family to her now. He'd been regaling his two companions with tales of…something. But that's not what had caught Sakura's attention. Oh no, not by far. It had been those fierce, calculating eyes that seemed to penetrate her down to her very core that had her all but panting. They had locked eyes and that was all she wrote.
She shivered as those same fingers that had trailed over her thighs came up and toyed with one strap holding her dress up. She'd known as soon as she'd left with him that worlds would collide and planets would realign when he touched her. And in her own little universe, they had. When he'd kissed her, it felt like time had stood still. When he'd pinned her against the wall by the door, not even letting her do more than lock it behind them, it felt like she'd been falling from a mountain top it was so intense.
She remembered how his eyes had roved over her lithe figure in the bar. She'd enticed him with her eyes, almost daring him to come get her. And get her he had. He'd walked right up to her in that bar and leaned in, whispering to her. She still remembered his murmured words; his promises of euphoric bliss, if only she'd take him home. She'd finished her drink and dragged him out behind her, impatient to have him.
A moan escaped her when she felt him slip one of the straps down, his tongue exploring the skin just revealed. She could just barely make out his low purrs and the grumbled words. He was talking to himself, mostly, but it fascinated her how he paid such intimate detail to the littlest things. She heard him chuckle and then felt his warm breath against her ear. "What goes up, must come down…" She blushed when her dress suddenly slid down her body, revealing her only lacy lingerie set. It was light pink. It was then his words brushed against her hormone laden mind. He was quoting Newton? But why?
Her blush deepened when she felt his fingers edging along her lacy thong. She was surprised when he backed away, holding his hand out to her. His eyes burned over her body and she felt the need to squirm. Instead, she reached out and took his hand, allowing him to pull her away from the wall. She looked over her shoulder and noticed her dress was still by the door, but her heels and her lingerie were still on her body. Somewhat disappointing…her mind instantly changed when he led her to the living room and he sat, looking up at her expectantly.
She bit her lip slightly before she followed him down onto her couch, straddling him. He reached up and tangled his long fingers into her hair, bringing her mouth to his with a growl. She moaned and her eyes fluttered as they kissed. She could feel his other hand at work on the clasp of her bra and was surprised when he managed to snap the clasp singlehandedly. She felt the straps slide down her arms, just barely revealing her plump breasts. Though she was not as large as her master, or even Ino, she'd grown quite a bit and she was proud of what she had. She noticed him pull away, murmur the Newton quote once more, and then latch onto her nipple after pushing her bra aside. She threw her head back, her mind going over the Newton quote, trying to puzzle him out.
She ground her pelvis against his, causing him to growl and buck against her. She moaned as he sucked even harder on her breast, his other hand coming up to massage the other. She rubbed herself against him, wanting to proceed with the main event, but he seemed intent on doing things his way. He pulled back from her breast long enough to remove her bra and throw it somewhere across the room. He then urged her to stand. Her brows furrowing in confusion, she stood, allowing him to stand as well. She gasped when he knelt before her and ran gentle fingers over her hips, tugging on the lacy band of her thong. He smirked at her, a peculiar gleam in his eyes.
"What goes up…" He stated and slowly started pulling her thong down. It was then that she understood why he'd been quoting Newton this entire time. It was his way of stating that this outcome, i.e. him undressing her, was inevitable. She watched as he kept inching her thong down, until he suddenly stopped, staring up at her expectantly. She realized after only a few agonizing moments that he wanted her to finish the quote.
"Must come…down…" She breathed. She noticed hot arousal flare in his eyes and he suddenly yanked her thong down, standing only moments afterwards. He grabbed her and pressed her tightly against him, causing her to step out of the thong. Her heels were still on, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he picked her up so that she straddled him and carried her to the bedroom. Before laying her down on the bed, he growled in her ear.
"You got up today not knowing that tonight I'd be laying you down." He whispered as he laid her on the bed, stretching out overtop her. She moaned at the feel of him, his body warm as he removed his clothing without ever letting very much space come between them. She gasped when she felt him reach down and unzip his pants, not even bothering to remove them. She was surprised when he hiked her legs up, seating himself against her, her heels still on.
She was about to speak when she lost the ability to do so. Instead she let out a loud moan, her eyes fluttering, as he pushed into her suddenly. She gasped as he immediately began thrusting, the fabric of his pants chaffing against the sensitive skin of her backside. She reached down and pushed the material down as far as she could before succumbing to the pleasure. She gasped and tightened her legs around his waist as he sped up, staring down at her as he pumped his engorged manhood into her. She could feel her grip on reality slipping and she pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately. She felt him pulse before she heard his moan. He then pressed tightly against her, his hands going to her hair, tangling into it as he kissed her. His thrusts became erratic as his excitement elevated.
Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as the coil building inside her suddenly snapped. Euphoria burst within her and even his mouth on hers couldn't muffle the scream she loosed. He pulled back as she continued to scream her pleasure. He continued to pump into her, seeking his own relief now. He hissed as he felt her channel clenching on him, drawing him deeper into her body. A low, stuttering moan came from him as he slammed against her, holding himself to her tightly. He pushed against her but never pulled out. Through her own euphoria, she could barely make out that something was throbbing inside of her. It was only when he collapsed on top of her that she realized he'd come.
When her mind returned to her, she realized that her heeled sandals were still on and that the heel of said sandals had made an impression on his lower back, where she'd had them resting while he'd rocked her world. She took a deep breath before reaching up and shoving her sandals off to thump onto the floor behind them. She smiled up at him when he managed to lift himself up to look at her. She could still feel him buried deep inside her and it made her moan. She felt him nuzzle her before he murmured. "Gotta love gravity." She stared at him a moment before she burst into laughter, shaking her head.
He was right though. Gravity had made all this possible. Gravity had brought them together and had made everything all the more erotic for her. He'd understood her intellectual needs, as well as her physical needs. And he'd gone about proving that he was as much her intellectual equal as he was the perfect physical match. And she had to agree with him. She loved gravity.