note.
Since we've hit the 50K wordcount I kinda wanna do something to celebrate... How would you all feel about leaving prompts for me to write from? (I'll be mentioning you if I use them, of course).
track 63.
"As I was saying. I'm wet and it's really all your fault." She sat up to face him and she felt the bed shift as he sat up too, no longer bothering to hide anything from her when she already knew.
"So take responsibility, Uchiha Sasuke, because I'm about to have to leave your place all hot and bothered after sneaking out to come visit you and it's raining hard outside so I planned on staying anyway. But if you don't do anything I'll be too embarrassed to stay, so I'll just have to climb back down a soaked tree, trudge back home and pretend that my boyfriend didn't just reject me because he wants to pretend that he doesn't want me the way I want him."
"You are incorrigibly evil." He would've laughed if this happened to anyone but him. If he wasn't so already wrapped around her thin fingers, dainty wrists and strong arms.
"I know." Sakura smirked, a toothy half grin that revealed her left dimple.
"And a blackmailer." Sasuke accused. She was shamelessly using attraction and guilt to trap him into doing what she wanted. What he wanted too, a small voice inside him accused.
"You're very welcome." She laughed against his mouth as she leaned up to peck him, hands tangled in his hair in an attempt to pull him over her again. Only for him to push back against her with his own weight, keeping them both in - what she would describe as - an uncomfortable sitting position. But she was too distracted to do anything about it when she felt his tongue running along her nape until it found its spot right below her ears, normally hidden under her hair.
Her hands were already trailing up his thighs when sharp pain momentarily drew attention to her neck, which she was sure would have tell-tale signs of red and bruising by the morning. Sasuke was by no means particularly gentle as he sucked on the same spot over and over.
Wanting to finally just touch him, she had only brushed against the band of his trouser when her hands were grabbed by a larger pair. Sasuke placed hers over his neck, brushing the ends of dark spikes, as he focused on another task - removing the loose shirt that had already been pushed to a side by his earlier ministrations.
Sasuke had already lifted it up to reveal her bra when he paused, and she took it as her signal to do the rest as he couldn't get it past her interlocked arms.