Chapter Two

Sasuke hated himself. Not in a self-esteem type way, but he hated little parts of his body. Like his brain, who wouldn't stop conjuring up sexy images about that pink-haired woman he'd stopped the previous day. He also hated his dick, for reacting to said images. And he hated his hands for touching himself, and he strongly disliked his mouth for forming such sensual noises. He just really hated his body all around. His alarm clock went off at 6:30 in the morning. He grunted at it and slapped it with his heavy palm. He didn't know whether he hit the snooze button or the OFF button. Either way, he wasn't working today. He rolled back over in his comfy bed, and folded his dark blue pillow over his head. He'd barely gotten any sleep last night, and was determined to get some now. He relaxed his eyes closed, and let his stupid body do the rest.

A few minutes later at 6:36, his alarm clock began screeching at him again. His eyes flew open and he bolted up right.
"Fuck," he cursed.

His eyebrow twitched as he carefully found the OFF button, and jammed it down with his thumb. He found his way back to his comfortable position and began to doze off again. This time falling into a dreamless sleep.

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Sakura hummed as she zoomed around her kitchen in a royal blue dress that stopped at her knees, with her hair half curled and half up in a bun. Toast popped up from her toaster, and she gracefully put butter on it and ate it while she walked back to her bathroom. With the toast still hanging precariously in her mouth, she finished curling her medium length hair. She finished her toast, looked at her reflection and smiled. Today was finally Friday, and she could not wait until the weekend. Her and her best friends Ino and Hinata had made plans to go to a play later on that evening. She walked out of her bathroom, put on a pair of low cream-colored heels, grabbed her keys and purse, and walked out of her apartment. She was feeling particularly good about today.

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Sasuke sighed heavily as his eyes slid open. He glanced at his alarm clock, and saw that the time read 9:56 am. He propped himself up on his elbows, yawned, and swung his feet off of his bed. He padded over to his closet and squinted at his clothes. Since he was in uniform almost 24/7, he rarely bought any new stuff. He frowned slightly as he pulled out dark pants, and a white polo shirt. Once he was dressed, he headed into his kitchen to scrounge around for breakfast. He opened his fridge and sighed in defeat. When was the last time he had gone for groceries? He closed his refrigerator and pulled on some shoes. He grabbed the keys to his 2013 grey Chevy Impala and his wallet, and left his apartment. He hated shopping, but he also thought he'd hate to die by something as simple as starvation.

Sasuke pulled up at the local store, and got out of his car. Once he was inside he was suddenly accosted by how hungry he was. He walked straight to the deli that the store housed and ordered a foot long sub. Muttering his thanks to the female cashier that couldn't keep her eyes in her head, he took his sandwich to a table and began eating. Half way through it, he heard someone call his name.
"Yo! Sasuke!"

He knew that voice; he turned and saw the chief of police, Shikamaru Nara. Shikamaru walked up to Sasuke and nodded at the chair across from him. Sasuke waved his hand as both a greeting and an invite to sit down. Shikamaru obliged and sat down heavily, seeming tired from his day already.

"Enjoying your day off, Sasuke?" inquired Shikamaru.

"It's been all right. How's the station?" Sasuke replied.

"It's fine enough, just arrested a 48 year old woman, though, for public nudity."
"That's amazing." Sasuke said, his eyebrows moving upwards slightly.
Shikamaru smiled lightly at Sasuke's remark, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. He was really a handsome man, with shoulder length dark brown hair that he always kept up in a spiky ponytail, and bored but genius brown eyes.
"Just another day in the life, eh, Uchiha?"

"If your life consists of arresting indecent women, then yes."

The two men shared a light chuckle, and then silence ensued.

"How's the promotion treating you?" Sasuke asked, taking a bite of his sub.

"A lot of paperwork that I'd rather not deal with," Shikamaru started, "I don't even know why I was elected chief. I was perfectly happy as a captain." He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "It's troublesome."

The corner of Sasuke's mouth twitched slightly downward.

"Well, it all comes with the job, Nara."

"I suppose. Well, I'm gonna go find something to snack on. Have a good day, Sasuke. See you bright and early on Monday."
"Hn, bye, Shikamaru."

Shikamaru got up, nodded once at Sasuke, and walked off deeper into the store. Sasuke sat there for a while, contemplating his surroundings. It's what he did whenever he was alone and had down time. He stared at people and tried to figure out their situation. His victim today was the cashier that had given him his sandwich. She had dirty blonde hair that was tied back and covered with a cap. Her fingernails were painted red, and the top four buttons on her work shirt were undone, allowing a fair amount of cleavage to show if she moved correctly. He scowled at her as she flirted with a man twice her age, and concluded that she had daddy issues. He knew it was a mean assumption to make, but he couldn't help himself. He then looked around for another victim, and his eyes landed on a familiar shade of… pink?

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Sakura sang quietly to herself as she stood in line at the local store's deli. It was one of the only places she could go to during her lunch hour, and still be able to make it back to the hospital in time. She pursed her lips as she peered around the line and wondered what was taking so long. There were only three people ahead of her, and the sandwiches were premade! She narrowed her sea green eyes at the cashier and saw the cause of the hindrance. The cashier was flirting with some guy that was old enough to be her father! Sakura sighed loudly and impatiently, hoping to be noticed by the cashier. It worked; the young cashier squinted her eyes at Sakura and rolled them.
"Thanks for coming, sir, hopefully you'll visit again." The cashier, her nametag read Ashley, dipped each of her words with sexual suggestion towards the older man. To Sakura's horror, the man smiled creepily and said, "I'll be sure to come again as long as you're working here, sweet thing." Ashley the Cashier laughed airily, and Sakura baby barfed in her mouth. Finally the man walked away with his sandwich and the line was moving again. Once Sakura ordered her sandwich, she looked around for a place to sit. Her eyes were scanning the crowded dining area when they suddenly spotted black hair, an angular jaw, and mysterious onyx eyes. She bit her lip and decided to suddenly put on her brave girl panties. Metaphorically, of course. She squared her shoulders to enhance her breasts, and started towards Officer Sasuke Uchiha.

"Hello, Officer! Remember me?" Sakura moved to sit across from him at the small metal table.
"Um, yeah. You're the speed demon." Sasuke remarked.

"Speed demon? Really?" Sakura thought to herself.

"Yup! That's me!" She smiled brightly and gave a nervous laugh.

"You don't mind if I sit across from you, do you? Everywhere else seems taken."

"No problem…" Sasuke trailed off and looked at her expectantly.
"Sakura. Sakura Haruno." Sakura said, slightly put off by his forgetfulness.

"Yes, I knew your last name, but just couldn't think of your first one."

"It's no problem." She smiled again and uncovered her sandwich.

"So, have you been driving properly, Ms. Haruno?"
"Please, call me Sakura. And yes I have, Officer Sasuke." She wiggled her perfectly arched eyebrows at him.
"Just Sasuke is fine right now, I'm not in uniform."
Sakura nodded and bit gingerly into her sandwich. Sasuke took this chance to bite his sandwich, too. As they chewed in content, but awkward silence, Sakura's phone rang.

"Shit," she cursed. "Excuse me." She covered her mouth with one hand and picked up her phone with the other.
"Hello? Tsunade? … No, I'm at lunch at that little deli. … Did you check your desk? I was sure I put the papers there before I left—Oh shit," Sakura smacked her forehead with the heel of her palm. "I left them on the printer! I'm sorry, Tsunade! Yeah, printer number seven. … It's not broken! It works perfectly for me. … Don't listen to Karin, she's technologically impaired. … You got them? Okay. Good, I'll see you in about forty-five minutes." Sakura sighed and hung up.

"Sorry about that, Tsunade can barely function without me."

"Yeah? There are a few like her in the station, too."
"So, what's your rank?" Sakura asked innocently. "I get the chief vibe from you."

Sasuke's lip twitched downward again, but only momentarily. He couldn't stay agitated around such a beautiful woman.

"Thank you, but I'm actually a captain." Sasuke answered.

"Oh, a patrolling officer! You know, I saw the article that said you arrested a major drug dealer." Sakura's eyes shone bright with interest.

"Hn, yeah. It was—"

"A piece of cake?"
"… Yeah." Sasuke stared hard at the woman in front of him. Her hands propped up her heart shaped face, elbows on the table, and her lips seemed to be stuck in a light smile. Sasuke sighed and closed the box that contained his sandwich. He pressed his elbows into the table and mimicked her pose.

"Listen, Sakura, would you like to—"

Just as Sasuke was about to ask her out this weekend, her phone buzzed loudly. Displayed on the screen was a timer that read: "Back to work, lazy bones!" Sakura quickly silenced her phone, and began to pack up her things.

"You were saying, Sasuke?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me this weekend."
"Oh!" Her lips formed a perfect round shape. His perverted brain briefly wondered how those perfect pink lips would feel on his cock.

"I'd love to, Sasuke! I'm free all day Saturday."

"All right," he started, "Let's exchange numbers."

She beamed brightly as he reached for his phone. As they switched phones, their hands brushed. And Sakura almost bit her lip at the contact. God, she needed those hands all over her body.

Sakura mouthed her contact info as she tapped the screen on Sasuke's phone, and added adorable faces to her name. Sasuke kept a straight face, and pretended that he didn't feel the twitch his dick gave when he noticed the way her neck sloped down perfectly to her collarbones and shoulders. He exhaled softly, tapped "Save" on her phone, and handed it back to her. She did the same.
"All right, Sasuke, I gotta run. Thanks for letting me sit here!" She stood up, and turned to leave. Sasuke took this as a perfect chance to check out her ass.
"Perfect ass, too? She isn't human. She can't be." He thought to himself.

"Oh, and Sasuke," She turned around a few steps away from their table. "Call me anytime, okay?" She smiled, winked, and strutted towards the exit of the store. His eyes following her back the whole time. He sighed and tugged a hand through his hair. Now he actually had to get groceries…

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Back at the hospital, Sakura walked into Tsunade's office and plopped down in one of her comfortable armchairs. She sighed and lightly shook her head, making her loose curls jump around her face. Tsunade wasn't in her office right now, so it was just Sakura. She leaned her head back on the chair, and closed her eyes. A smile found its way up to her lips, and she screamed with delight.
"He asked me on a date!" She squealed. "He's so cute and so sexy, and oh my god he can handle a gun!"

"Who can handle a gun?"

Sakura squeaked frightfully as Tsunade reentered her office.

"Oh my god, Tsunade, please don't scare me like that."
Tsunade smirked and sat down at her desk.
"It is my office, Sakura." Tsunade remarked cheekily.

Sakura waved her off and said, "Yeah, I know, but still." She was pouting.

Tsunade laughed and asked again,

"So, who can handle a gun?"
Sakura sighed dreamily and began her tale of how she came to meet Officer Sasuke Uchiha.

"Ah, so now your panties are wet and in a bunch because he asked you out with his 'incredibly deep and sexy' voice?"

Sakura looked scandalized.
"Tsunade!" She grabbed at her neck in order to simulate clutching her pearls like an old woman. "Why, I'd never!" A playful smile danced on Sakura's lips.

Tsunade laughed at Sakura's ridiculousness, and shrugged.
"If you say so, Sakura. Just be careful," Tsunade leaned on her elbows and narrowed her eyes playfully at Sakura. "He just might… fire his gun in your hair."

Sakura turned beet red.

"Tsunade!"

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A/N: Hey, guys! I don't usually do multi-chapter stories, but it looks like this one is turning into one of those. I don't even know what I'm doing lol. Whoops. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it. Thank you for viewing and reviewing and favorite-ing and following and all that good stuff. You guys are the best! I think I'll try and squeeze in some heavy petting in the next chapter. Just for you guys. 8D

More to come.

— AnxiousA