title: sticky face
characters: SasuSaku
rating: M
category: crack!
warnings: AU, oral, language

(And yes, the title means what you think it means. If you don't understand, you shouldn't be reading this anyway…)

"Sakura, are you almost ready?"

Crash. "Shit! Ah—yeah, just a minute, Sasuke-kun!"

Sasuke sighed, leaning against the counter of his girlfriend's bathroom. He wiped the steam away from the mirror, "What time did Ino say we were leaving for her cabin?"

"Um…" Smack. Bam. "Ack! Stupid son of a—er, eleven?"

He glanced at the clock in her bedroom, it was nearly ten thirty. He'd just gotten out of the shower but he was still sure he'd be ready before she was. With a sigh, the Uchiha ran a hand through his wet hair, frowning at the way it chose to stick up in the back no matter how much he combed his fingers through it.

There was a loud ripping sound and then several books fell to the floor in Sakura's bedroom. Sasuke refrained from sighing as his girlfriend muttered more curse words under her breath. "You sure you're okay in there?" he intoned.

"Sasuke-kun, I'm twenty-one years old, I think I'm perfectly capable of—"

It took him a second to realize she had stopped talking and was in fact staring at him.

No. Not staring.

Ogling.

Sasuke looked over at her, frozen in place tying her hair up in a loose ponytail, then down at himself. Sure he'd just stepped out of the shower, what was the big deal?

"What?"

Dazed emerald eyes met his before flashing in annoyance, "No fair. You can't just stand there all sexily dripping wet with just a towel barely wrapped around those goddamn hips of yours and act like I'm supposed to carry on my business all the way over here in my room!"

"Sakura. What are you talking about."

Instead of answering, she suddenly decided to turn ravenous and launched herself at him. Sasuke barely had time to catch her before she wrapped her legs around those goddamn hips of his, his hands cradling her rear to support her sudden weight.

Sakura's mouth was on his in an instant, her tongue surging into his mouth and tasting everywhere it pleased. While Sasuke was surprised in his girlfriend's sudden actions, he sure as hell wasn't going to dismiss them. Cradling her tighter to him, he pressed her up against the wall so he could move one hand up into her hair. He pulled the pink locks out of the ponytail she'd just made, tangling his hand in their softness and clutching her head closer to his.

Their hips ground together, that towel slowly making its way down Sasuke's hips until it was barely even hanging on. Sakura groaned as he bit at her neck, raking her nails down his bare back.

Suddenly neither of them gave a damn about eleven o'clock. Hell, Sasuke didn't even care if they missed the trip entirely as long as he got some—

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Forehead girl! We're here!"

Sakura pulled her lips away from his quickly, smacking her head on the drywall and cursing loudly. "Damn it," she breathed. "I forgot they were even on their way…"

Ino knocked at the door again, "Oi! Forehead! I know you're in there! Open up right now!"

"Ugh, what a CB," Sakura groaned, her legs releasing their vice-grip on Sasuke's hips as her feet lowered to the ground.

He moved to find his boxers and a pair of pants, needing a few minutes away from Sakura to…calm himself down. "CB?"

"Cock Block," she explained.

"Ah." A fitting term. He looked down, nearly pouting on behalf of the part of himself that had indeed been blocked.

"AND GOD DAMN IT, I'M STILL NOT PACKED YET…"

An hour later, they were well on their way to Ino's family cabin for the weekend. They'd started out following the caravan of Ino's Jeep and Kiba's massive kidnapper-esque van he and Naruto had dubbed The Panty-Dropper™, but Sakura knew the way so well that eventually they were the only ones on the highway.

For a while they sat in comfortable silence, listening to music or occasionally chatting. It wasn't until Sakura pulled off the interstate highway that Sasuke noticed his girlfriend had been in a rather…sour mood since they'd left and she was continuously muttering to herself.

At first he figured it was just nothing but after a good half hour of her pouting he finally decided enough was enough.

"What's wrong?" he mumbled, "You've been pouting since we left."

"It's nothing," Sakura snapped. "I'm just…hot."

Staring at her for a moment, Sasuke reached down to the A/C controls and flipped the fan to the next highest level.

Still no luck.

After another fifteen minutes, he noticed she kept fidgeting in her seat, gripping the steering wheel like a mad woman until her knuckles were white.

"Sakura, what's the matter?"

She eyed him for a minute before blowing out a puff of air, leaning back in her seat. "We were so close! And I just…well I didn't…"

She didn't…what is she talking… Suddenly it was all clear: the sudden heat, the fidgeting, the way she kept rubbing her thighs together. Sasuke smirked, undoing his seatbelt and sliding over the consol between them to press his face into her neck.

"You didn't get to…finish?" he breathed into her ear.

Sakura shuttered, gripping the steering wheel even harder. "D-Don't tease me, Sasuke-kun!"

"I'm not," he insisted, sucking on her neck and rubbing his hand up and down her thigh. "I'm helping you finish."

One hand slid under her tank top to grab at her breast, massaging and squeezing her nipple until Sakura was practically weeping in ecstasy. She was panting in his ear, gripping the steering wheel with all her might as his fingers worked to undo her jean shorts.

"S-Sasuke-kun!" she squeaked. "There are other drivers on the road!"

His calloused hands worked her shorts down her soft legs until they were at her ankles, her tiny red thong following them. Two fingers pushed inside her, stroking her slick walls. Sakura spread her knees and scooted her hips forward so he could get better access.

A large green truck passed by them and Sakura tensed. Sasuke paused in his actions, he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. "Well I'll just have to make sure I'm hidden."

And with that, he lowered so his face was in between her thighs, causing Sakura to cry out.

Sasuke slid his tongue to where his fingers had been, lapping up at her juices and lightly biting the insides of her thighs while his fingers worked her swollen clit. His tongue pumped into her, massaging wherever it could reach.

Sakura groaned, her hips pumping in tempo with his hot tongue as she struggled to keep her focus on the road. She thanked whoever was listening that it was a straight road with few drivers.

His fingers plunged into her once more as his mouth sucked on her nub, working it until she was pulsating with pleasure. A few more strokes of his tongue and Sakura was crying out, one hand gripping Sasuke's hair. She pulled off of the road, her feet stomping on the break while Sasuke quickly shifted the car into park.

Sakura was panting heavily, one hand running through her hair, the other resting on her heaving chest. Finally she opened her eyes, looking down at Sasuke, who was busy lapping up the rest of her mess. When he was done, he lifted his head to meet hers and pressing their lips together.

She moaned softly at the taste of herself on his tongue as their mouths moved together and hastily unbuckled her seatbelt so she could bring her arms around her boyfriend. Just as she was considering pulling him into the back seat, her phone went off.

New Text Message: Ino-Pig's Cell

just got to the rest stop! where are you guys?

With a sigh, Sakura replied to her best friend that they were on their way. "Tonight," she promised Sasuke with a final kiss. He nodded, helping her pull up her underwear and shorts. Once she was finally situated, Sakura pulled back onto the road.

They were quiet for a few minutes, Sakura content to hold Sasuke's hand in her lap as she drove and they listened to one of their favorite CD's. As she pulled up to the rest stop the others were waiting at, she turned to her boyfriend.

"Just so you know, I plan on paying you back some day."

Sasuke only smirked in anticipation.

Number One: This actually is possible, a friend of mine had it done to her by her boyfriend and while she said it was very enjoyable, it was also very difficult to focus on driving. She nearly crashed into a tree. Twice. So don't try this at home. Safety first, kids.

Number B: The Panty-Dropper™ is based on my guy friend's ride. It is seriously this monster van that looks like something Charles Manson or somebody would have driven but he named it The Panty-Dropper™. As far as I know it hasn't lived up to its name yet but it can fit like 17 people in it so we like it anyway.

The world needs more SasuSaku. Come on people! I'd love to read some new stuff so let me know if you have any recommendations/your own work you're proud of.

Also, I'd love any requests!

(And of course, reviews are love.)