chapter 11: jeux de peaux

title: jeux de peaux

word count: 1762

disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

note: The third and final chapter (at least within parfum) of the arc started in chapter 6 (รก la nuit), and continued in chapter 8 (love, don't be shy). This one is a proper lemon (my first smut! can you believe it?). Jeux de Peaux (by Serge Lutens) literally translates to 'play on skin' or games 'involving' or 'of skin', need I explain this one? Just a reminder that - yes - this is slightly AU as Sasuke has both arms.

! warning !
This chapter is M-rated and may contains sexual material that may offend particular individuals.

Though it strained down there more than it had ever felt before for Sasuke, he could tell that Sakura was equally turned on by their current state as he felt her breathing come out in slow huffs. Her hooded eyes were definitely not from sleepiness either.

She melted against his body, testing his reactions as she twisted her hips to try and rub against him. Still holding Sakura, he really didn't think the floor would be the greatest place to have their first time.

Especially if there's a bed right next to us.

Heaving her up easily with one arm, he dropped her unto the bed. Her own arms having lay abandoned in defeat next to her head as Sasuke caged her between his torso and the bed.

'Kiss me', she whispered. 'Please.'

Closing the gap between them, Sasuke let his mouth drift over her while Sakura's arms went around his neck. Dipping down to capture her lips with his own, he was unhurried in his affections. Beginning with with faintest feather light touches to kisses that stopped her ability to think.

He was close enough that she could smell a hint of apricot from his hair - a tell tale sign that he used her own shampoo, and the light tang of rice wine on his breath. His fingers smoothed over her cheek before dropping to the shirt once again, finally disposing of it.

'Sakura.'

'Yes?'

'You're beautiful.' he said, bending over her body, the trail of kisses having traveled down from her lips to her cheeks, down the nape of her neck, past her breasts and stilling at her abdomen. Savouring her salty sweet skin from beginning to end.

'From the sand Akatsuki-nin?' he asked huskily, nudging at the pale milky scar. Sakura nodded, unable to speak. Nervous, as she realised he would soon become familiar with every small and mundane detail of her body. That he would see every scar that he had not been there to protect her from. She knew exactly - just how far his protective tendencies stretched.

Stroking each and every dulled injury as if he could soothe those long-ago wounds; slowly, Sasuke's hand went to a lock of hair that lay in a petal filled river flowing from her crown, reaching her chest as her head bent look at him. His fingers following it beneath the sheets of pink.

She gasped as she felt his thumb brush over the bud of her nipple, circling, sending streaks of heat to the pit of her stomach.

His hand left her for a moment, loosening the band around his waist. But when he finally reached for her breast again, his thumb was damp from his own mouth. Another teasing, acute circles, liquid circles. Moisture enhancing the caresses. Her knees drew up slightly.

Sasuke had already removed his shirt and trousers, and the muscles of his long back were bunched and tense. He stared at her for what seemed like forever, his thick lashes half lowered before other hand slid softly beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his.

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.' She nodded. 'I've always been.'

'Good.' He lay his cheek down by her own as his hands reached down to diverge himself from the last item of clothing that shielded his body away from her. 'Because I've waited too long for this.' He took his aim, his pre-cum and her own lubricants mixing over her entrance.

The engorged head of his member stretched her, threatened to fill her, finally letting her join with him and -

it hurts it hurts it hurts

The look on Sakura's face must have given it away because she felt him pull out abruptly, stilling himself with his hands on her shoulders as she released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

She had not wanted him to stop. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her and for him to stop when they were so close caused her to wince at the thought that he might not ever let it continue if he had enough control to pull out at that particular moment.

'Sasuke-kun, it's fine. Go on.'

Sakura clutched at his obliques in what she believed to be a reassuring motion, but she felt her hands quiver on contact with his sturdy arms and knew he would not believe her as he detected the trembling within her stillness.

The heated way he stared at her and the unchanged state of his cock gave her slight re-assurance that - perhaps - he would try again. However he only pried her hands off him, holding them above her head.

'Don't move.' He managed to breath out. If he were to be honest, retreating had been the hardest thing to to. However, he was going to make sure that Sakura felt good as well. After taking away so many of her hopes and fantasies in their not-quite-a-romance, he could give her that much.

They were at least going to do one thing in their messed up relationship right. He was going to make sure they did.

Gently he bit the fine, firm muscle at the top of her shoulder. A gasp escaping Sakura, he felt a blush in her burning its way to the surface.

For a moment, once again, it was enough just to hold her like this, to savour the female form caught in his hands. As a kunoichi, she was usually so in control of herself that seeing her give herself to him so completely filled him with masculine pride and uncontrollable lust.

Still holding down her hands with his right hand, he let his left - dominant - hand reach between her thighs where she was wet and sensitive, stroking the vulnerable flesh. Instantly, he was rewarded with a moan of pleasure as her senses hummed with gratification.

When he finally found her wet enough, he let one finger dive inside of her and he closed his eyes to stop himself from taking her right then when he felt just how warm and tight she was around him. Reaching deep inside, he began wriggling one more finger in as he began his pattern of ministrations within her.

'What are you doing?' Sakura whispered through dry lips. She had an inkling what he might be doing - but no - he wouldn't... Would he?

'Writing my name.' Bending over to whisper in her ear.

'Oh.' She answered, disorientated. 'What?'

'Writing my name. Inside you.'

She sighed in pleasure as she concentrated on the strokes of kanji leaving his fingertips as she wished that his name could be longer. Soon she felt another set begin in her.

'And now?'

'Writing yours.' Sasuke answered. Not missing a beat, as his lashes lowered over a flick of blue fire burning in darkness.

'But that's not -' Her eyebrows scrunched together in concentration and frustration both, realization dawned upon her that he was writing her name together with his.

Uchiha Sakura.

With a final stroke of the character of Sakura, she pulled her knees up to her chest. Shuddering in pleasure as she grabbed at the sheets of the bed. He gathered her against him, took her sobs into his mouth and brought her through the feeling and spun it out for as long as he could before reaching for her hotness once again, wiping his own arousal over her opening.

A tilt of his head was all the warning she got as Sakura felt her body yielding to the familiar pressure that was earlier rejected. With the passing of her first orgasm, the sensation of having him press inside her was even more intense. However, in place of the pain the accompanied the first time, it was pleasure.

'Did it hurt? Am I hurting you?' He whispered.

No. No it doesn't hurt.

For Sakura, the only thing that hurt was her heart because of all times for Sasuke to be sweet it would be now. It hurt so much just because of the affection he was showing was so new for her that she didn't know how to respond.

For Sasuke, he always spoke with actions instead, so she should do the same. Testily, she rotated her hips against him once, the place where they were joined burning as she felt herself gently stretched by her actions. But she was rewarded with a groan as Sasuke felt the head of his member reaching deeper within her and knocking against the wall of her.

It was like a dream, this slow inexorable rhythm. It was the most primal form of possession.

As he was sealed against her, her back flat against the bed as she felt her body being impaled by the Uchiha's rocking caressing within her - the pleasure was shattering.

'More. Sasuke-kun.' And he was only too happy to oblige.

'Hn.' Sweet and soft may be what they could begin with. But with their respective personalities and occupation, it was only a matter of time before it escalated to something rougher.

The sound of groans, moans and mewls filled the room as the sound of skin against skin only grew louder and louder.

Having finally freed her hands, Sasuke could also freely roam her body, lathering her in kisses and worshipping her with light strokes before they finally settled on the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, sporadically brushing against her the bud just above their joining.

Sensing her enjoyment every time that took place, he placed the rough pad of his thumb over her clit. Flicking it horizontally, vertically, in a circle and Sakura stiffened, her legs spread as she was thrown into a blinding climax.

His thrusts lengthened as he felt her come, entering straight and deep, fully making use of her orgasm to hopefully give her another straight away. And he did as he felt her shiver around him, giving him completion as he held onto her.

Careful not to let all his weight drop onto her despite the sudden surge of tiredness that broke through him, he gave up when he felt Sakura hug him against her. With Sasuke's much bigger build and the combined force of gravity, he was sure he was crushing her. It all didn't seem to matter at the moment though.

'So... My name, Sasuke-kun?'

'You know I'm not letting you go now right?' He smirked against her skin, grateful for the fact that his instincts had taken over previously. She seemed to have enjoyed him laying his claim just as much as he did.

'You're mine.'

note.

I'm including the prologue (perhaps?) and epilogue (written already) in a separate story:
Love, don't be shy which is now up on my profile.

Feel free to read the complete arc there if you'd like!