title: It Was Always You
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH 2014
rating: T-M

summary: o27: Sasuke and Sakura fight over driving in the car.

dedicated to: my girls reviee, DeepPoeticGirl, and SR :)

.o27.
Misguided

"No, you idiot, turn left! Put your signal on! Turn left!" Sakura shrieked, pointing to the left while struggling to reach over and take the wheel.

"Sakura, sit back down," Sasuke snarled. "I told you, I know where we're going."

"No you don't! Turn left now—fuck, you just missed it. Now we're going to have to make a U-turn, and in this traffic nobody's going to let you in. We're practically stuck." Sakura sighed, slunking back down into her seat. She blew a raspberry, which elevated the small trickle of hair in front of her face until it fell uselessly back down. "You'll regret not listening to me when we can't make it to Naruto's party in time."

"I regret bringing you," Sasuke muttered, his hands gripped tightly on the wheel. Sakura had always been feisty, even before they started dating—Sasuke had the notion that he could tame her, but as Itachi would say, he was definitely proved wrong—and as much as he loved her, it sometimes pissed him the fuck off.

"Don't be mean," Sakura growled. She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't say anything for a while, and when Sasuke peeked over he saw that the seatbelt nearly tucked itself right between her breasts, separating them nicely. When he saw Sakura turn, he averted his gaze back towards the road, strumming his fingers on the leather wheel as they drove down the street.

"Can't you get directions on your phone?" Sasuke asked. "They have a GPS, right?"

"I tried that. There's no signal. So we can't even let Hinata know that we won't make it to their housewarming party. And I was so excited. We were going to paint each other's nails and read Cosmo. Hey—" Sakura began, sitting up. She looked out the window to see that they had gone off the main street and were now heading down a dirt road neither of them were familiar with.

"Great," she muttered. "Lost and without signal. Good job, smartass."

"Can you not criticize me for once? I swear, you're going to be the death of me—"

Sakura yanked the wheel in her direction, causing the car to swerve off the empty road.

"What the hell?" he shouted, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I know you're mad, but are you trying to get us all killed? What is your problem?"

"If you'd just turned left—"

Sasuke wasn't listening. He could feel the fury rise up from his neck into his head, and he refused to let himself lose his cool and blow up in Sakura's face. He knew that if he did, he would regret it; she would be hurt and shut him out, and he'd feel like shit. However, there was no acceptable reason for Sakura to act the way she was.

Sakura still had her seatbelt on over her tank top, nestled snugly. Sasuke could tell by the pink flush over her breasts—she wasn't wearing a bra, Kami—that she was angry, too. Sakura only ever got that color after sex or while angry.

It turned him on.

"Sasuke, are you listening? Sasuke!"

He reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. He fumbled with the seatbelt, trying to find the lock, and when he did he placed Sakura over his lap and massaged one of her breasts with his free hand, enjoying how nicely it fit into his hardened palm.

"Hey, what are you—" she asked, pulling apart. A pink blush adorned her face, and Sasuke wanted to make all of her pink. Her whole body.

Especially that fine ass.

"Backseat," Sasuke breathed. He parted their lips for a second and opened the driver's side of the door and the backseat's, placing her on the cramped leather covering.

"This is so uncomfortable," Sakura muttered, trying to stretch her limbs as best as she could with Sasuke on top of her.

"You could stick your head out the window while I fuck you from behind, and I'd stick mine through the sunroof. Then we'd both have room."

Sakura slapped his cheek playfully. "Don't be crass."

"It's an option. After all, we're not getting to Naruto's party in time. If we're already late, why not be even later?" His hand trailed up and down her rib cage, and he waited for approval. Her breasts heaved wildly up and down, and his back was starting to hurt from the lack of space. Perhaps the sunroof idea wasn't so bad.

Sakura brought his head down to hers. He expected a kiss, but when it didn't come, he frowned.

"You promise you'll listen to me next time, you stupid bastard?" she breathed, stroking his cheek. "And turn left when I tell you to?"

"Yes," he sighed. He didn't want to admit it, but he was wrong. He knew that he wouldn't hear the end of it for a while. It didn't matter for the time being, though. Sakura was under him and horny. He could worry about the consequences later.

"Good. Now," she said, taking off her top to reveal those luscious breasts he craved with the perky pink nipples. "Show me how sorry you are."