"Oh, I wouldn't recommend that,"
Her voice echoed through the hallway, followed by footsteps of the usual group of med-nins who trailed after her, like baby chicks to the mother hen. Except baby chicks would usually walk behind the mother, not alongside; and this particular chick wasn't a chick at all; he was a guy. A tall, fair-skinned, dark-haired guy who Naruto had been keeping an eye on ever since the first day. He was no stranger to men hanging around Sakura when they were in Konoha; he could understand how irresistible she is, but still, anyone who even dares to put a foot out of line gets it the moment he steps by her side.
But this guy sure is pushing it.
He would always find him next to her - on every occasion, even during the times he snuck into one of her antidote making classes, asking silly questions and fishing for her compliments, not even bothering to move away when everyone else had left and Naruto stood at the end of the hallway, waiting for her. Maybe they don't consider her a superior but a colleague, but why does he speak so casually around her like some cool dude when he's only known her for two days AND she is obviously NOT single? She has a god-damn ring on her left finger with a sparkly diamond that she never takes off unless there was some major surgery that required more than her chakra - and did this idiot not know the word personal space?
"Naruto!"
He was snapped out of his musings, but only just, as the dark haired dude walked next to her when they approached.
"Did you wait up long?" she asked, pausing just in front of him.
"Sora has invited us for dinner tonight," he replied, hardly amused that she did not greet him with a kiss.
"That's great! Oh, you know Nobu, right?" she raised a hand to present the man next to her, and his temper began to rise at the fact that they were next to each other.
He shrugged and took her hand, pulling her in his arms before forming seals. "We better get going."
They arrived at their quarters a few seconds later, Sakura still clutching at his flak jacket, wide eyed and breathing hard.
"What the heck? That was rude, Naruto!" she smacked his chest in what he assumed was forceful, but he was too annoyed to care.
"It's more rude to keep the Kazekage and his wife waiting. Now get a shower." He pushed her away and walked to the bed while taking off his clothes.
Taken aback, Sakura's temper flared. "You're ordering me around?"
"Oh don't get me wrong, you don't have to, I'm just not sure other people would mind - not to mention you probably don't smell like yourself considering-"
"What?" she snapped. "What are you getting at?"
Instead of heading to the bathroom, she approached him and raised to her full height, not the least bit intimidated at the man who stood a good five inches over her.
"You don't smell like Sakura-chan," he smirked, flicking the loose hair from her bun and pulling by the collar of her robe, he brought her flush against his bare chest. He buried his face on her shoulder and inhaled in one breath till he reached the crook of her neck. He pushed her, not forceful, but firm enough that she almost lost balance when his hands left her.
"And your coat smells like him. What, can't he stay away from you for a minute-"
It was a split second before he realized that the loud crack came from the impact of her hand on his face, and took a couple of seconds later to realize that she had stormed to the bathroom slamming the doors on him.
Inside she undressed with haste, almost tearing off her clothes in anger. She held on her white coat for a second before tossing in on the floor after remembering what just happened. Her hair pin broke in two when she took it out; it was her favorite one. The broken pieces pricked her palm as she reluctantly dropped it in the wastebasket. She stepped in the shower, tears welled in her eyes at the bitter feeling that she knew had nothing to do with her pin.
"Sakura-chan?"
He had knocked several times to no avail; she was ignoring him, and he felt guilty knowing he deserved to be ignored after what he had just done.
"Sakura?"
He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the confrontation; clasped his hands and formed the necessary seals; and appeared in a faint pop just outside the shower doors.
She knew he would eventually resort to trespassing; unfortunately that's as far as his efforts could go. Keeping her back to him, she grabbed the bar of soap and worked up a lather, feeling the tears that never left her turn into fierce determination.
"I was jealous."
Of course you were, she bitterly thought. She had to admit she didn't expect him to say it so soon. She continued lathering the soap all over her body, but her slight pause did not pass his attention, as he was too focused on her every move behind the glass; how the suds trickled down the contours of her body in semi-slow motion; her wet hair like a brightly colored waterfall on her back; her ass so firm and smooth; he shook his head, hands balling into fists, setting aside the almost immediate longing that ached inside his pants. Sometimes he hated how impulsive he was; mostly it worked to his advantage, but not when met with blind anger caused by jealousy. If only he could control it; ever since they became a couple, and especially after they got engaged, his protectiveness increased tenfold, and he wasn't even sorry considering the amount of men who simply refused to get it.
"I overreacted."
"Damn right, you did," she snapped, not bothering to face him.
He could only watch as she gently massaged her scalp; the foamy suds thickened when she gathered her hair up in a bun and all her back now exposed to him made him feel thankful that the glass existed to prevent him from giving in to his desires. He took a deep breath and stilled; hoping that he didn't push her too far this time.
"I'm sorry, Sakura-chan. It's just that ever since we arrived here that… jerk has been all over you! I go away and leave you so that I could work on my mission and then I come to pick you up and he's like this close not to mention he doesn't seem to get that you're taken-" he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, just as she turned her gaze to him. "-what do I have to do it's not like I can leave my meetings with Gaara just so I can make sure he's not gonna try to rub his face on you or worse - volunteer next time you have some… I don't know, CPR training session!"
Sakura took a peek from the corner of her eye and couldn't help suppress a giggle at the sight of him looking so… hopeless outside the shower doors. He always had a way of softening her temper, and when he did she always had to fight a strong urge to kiss him. This wasn't the first time they argued over other people trying to make a pass at them; he sure had his own fair share of fan girls at Konoha and beyond. For him it was easy for her to imagine; especially because everything about him was appealing to the opposite sex. She bit her lip, thoughts racing at the man who stood behind, trying to woo her like he always did. What else could she expect from a man who had his own way of words? Even better, a man who had his own way with her? She had to admit she was very lucky; words weren't all he had to offer.
"We're not in Konoha, Naruto. People here don't necessarily know about you and I. He is a colleague and he is a professional medic nin," she explained, not turning around.
"Sure. A professional who can't tell the boundaries of personal space," he scoffed, leaning his forehead on the glass door. Her tone had changed and now he allowed himself a bit of a reward by staring hungrily at her.
"Don't you trust me, Naruto?" She stilled, turning her head slightly to his direction but not really looking at him.
"Sakura-chan…"
She turned to face him, running her hands on the surface to clear the moistened glass door. He stood in the other side, eyes not bothering to hide his desire. Feeling vulnerable despite knowing that he had seen her everything more times than she could count, her arms instinctively wrapped around her body. "I asked you a question."
He stepped forward, imitating her actions till their faces were almost kissing the glass door. "You know I do, Sakura-chan. I trust you with my life."
He pressed his palm on the glass, firmly resisting his own need that painfully throbbed inside him. He wanted to slide the door and kiss her senseless; but more than that he wanted her to remove her hands because he never liked it when she felt vulnerable around him, not to mention he felt guilty because it was all his fault.
"It's him I don't trust, and I know that you can handle it but I…" he met her gaze through the misty glass. "I don't want you to have to."
She surprised him by suddenly sliding the door; arms dropped to her sides and eyes locked on him. "I wish you had a different approach, but who am I kidding, Naruto? It's probably the reason why I chose you over any other man." She gently cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.
Before he knew it his hands were everywhere, sliding on the curves of her hips and pulling her closer, his arousal pressing on her belly as she melded into him. Her hands made quick work to take off his pants, all the while their tongues dueled and drops of water escaped from the shower. Soon he was free of his clothing, arms wrapped around him they stepped back inside, closing the door as they went.
He backed her up against the wall, one hand hungrily caressing her breast while the other ran up and down her bottom as the water splashed over their bodies. Hearts pounding inside their chests, their desire went up a notch in the confines of shower, their own bodies giving off a heat that the water could never cool down. She moaned in his mouth as they kissed, and it turned him on even more when he felt her hands tug at his hardened length, closing her fingers around him. He took a breast in his mouth and sucked as she pulled, gasping as his tongue rolled around a nipple. He gave the other breast the same treatment, all the while she fondled his balls, making him release her breasts at the intense pleasure.
"Sakura…"
His breath heavy, he gazed into her emerald eyes just as her hands encircled his length, applying pressure right where he wanted. His own hunger suddenly blazed from the heat in his loins; an unbearable want of her everything. When she let him go and rubbed herself against him, he knew.
"I want…" she whimpered with eyes closed, and she did not need to say anymore because he couldn't hold out any longer; his hands cupped her bottom and lifted her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his hips as he gently lowered her onto him; both moaning at the pleasure of their joining.
"I would prefer it if you smelled like me," he whispered to her ear, running a tongue along the shell and causing her walls to quiver around his length. He felt every inch of him being held by her and the sensations were driving him crazy. "At least they know," he looked in her eyes as he drew himself out before thrusting back in, her back arching. "You're mine and no one else's."
She responded with a kiss that had his hips moving on its own accord, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other with every stroke, growing in intensity. He let go of her lips for want of air; his mouth wandering with open mouthed kisses all over her neck, her hands tightly grasped around him and her hips rolled to meet his thrusts.
Their breathy moans filled the shower with every splash over their joined form, her hardened nipples rubbed on his chest and she could only moan louder as a response to the growing need inside that urged her body to take more.
"Naruto… harder…" she panted.
His breath labored and his eyes would not leave her face that reacted with everything that he gave. Her beauty and the sounds of her body turned him on, and in raw hunger he stepped back from the wall knowing that he would take her full weight and the power of moving deeper inside of her.
She hung onto him, savoring the ecstasy of his every thrust as he delved deeper, his strokes faster but powerful, his length rubbing her walls, stoking the fire in the pit of her belly. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, mimicking her insides as he hit her spot again and again; the heat building till she could take no more, her walls closed in on him, pleasure ripping from her core to her whole body. Her back arched and she came crying out his name.
He took her lips and she whimpered in his mouth, his hips riding a few more erratic strokes into her tightened core, gripping around his length that pushed him over the edge and in one final thrust he lunged forward, spilling his seed inside, filling her as they collapsed against the wall, panting.
They shared a tender embrace before he separated from her, gently lowering her before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Still breathing heavily, he kept his arms around her for support and she leaned onto him, kissing his shoulders.
"I love you," he smiled into her hair, loving her softness against him. She grabbed the soap and started rubbing it on his chest while still in his embrace.
He frowned, not expecting a non-reply. "We're going to be late," she explained before spreading the suds down his groin. "And yes, I love you."
"If you keep at that," he captured her hands and kissed her again. "I can guarantee you that we will be."