"What's the matter? I got here as fast as I could-"
Sakura leaned on the door, chest heaving. Naruto stood by the window staring at the sky, hands inside his pockets and showing no such interest at her entrance. Or so she thought.
He turned slightly to regard her, face serious. The next minute he was all over her, pinning her to the wall, hands fumbling beneath the layers of her yukata and laughing in between kisses at her feeble attempts to push him off.
"Did I tell you that yukata looks great on you?" his fingers traced silly patterns on the side of her thigh, exposing the skin to the night air.
"Then why the hell are you trying to take it off?" Despite her protests she could not deny the heat that was beginning to pool within as he gazed into her eyes with raw hunger. She hadn't even recovered from her sprint to his office and now her breath is picking up for an entirely different reason. Their lips met once more, hips grinding against each other as the first set of fireworks streaked the sky.
"I'm not trying to take if off," he smirked, slipping a finger within her wet folds. She moaned loudly, biting the fabric of his robe. "I don't think I need to - or should."
"There's a festival going on outsi- oohhh right there…" he caught one leg and wrapped it around his hip as he inserted another finger, her lust filled eyes turning him on.
"I'll be quiet. Besides, you're not making a very strong argument, love."
"H-how could I-"
"Shh… I'll make you feel good, I promise," he whispered, giving her ear a shiver-causing lick.
"I… I already ahh…" her breath hitched and he positioned himself at her entrance while his fingers continued pleasuring her. "Naruto this… this is…" She shook her head and buried herself in his arms, not liking being reduced to an incoherent blabbering melted goo. Her thoughts seemed to have abandoned her and again she lost her breath in the swift moment that he left her, only to be filled with him once more.
"I'll make you feel better."
His words were like a promise that she kept in her heart. There was no denying they were a bit out of line doing what they did. Her yukata was heavy and so were his clothes. Outside the night was cold but the heat was enough for the both of them; it was irresistible in his arms.
They kissed hungrily with each moment their bodies met, losing themselves in each other's embrace. He released her lips just in time as her eyes drifted from him, when the sounds of their love and her moans were silenced by the beautiful lights that had begun to fill the sky.