Days passed, and days turned into a week, and then Sakura realized she hadn't spoken to Madara in person since the day she moved out of his apartment and back into her own. They texted regularly, but it wasn't the same. There were a couple of nights when she was staying over there that they stayed awake much too late, talking about everything from their favorite music and TV shows to what they thought happened after death.
It was Friday night, just after eight, when Sakura returned home from work. She was picking up extra hours to pay for the new TV she intended to purchase. As she absently unlocked the door to her unit with one hand, the other pulled up Madara's contact information, planning to ask him if he wanted to do anything tonight.
When she pushed the door open, a shrill scream left her lips, and she nearly dropped her phone, fumbling to catch it so it wouldn't break.
"Surprise! Did you miss me?"
In the hallway stood none other than Ino Yamanaka. The fashion major was the image of beauty in a dark blue mini-dress that hugged her body like a sticker on a piece of paper. White stilettos added at least four inches to the already modelesque woman's height.
Sakura's face got hot, and she threw her keys at the girl angrily, "You bitch! Were you trying to give me a heart attack!"
Ino dodged easily and opened her mouth to sarcastically retort, only for her lips to reseal and her eyes to widen. The pink-haired woman gave her friend a confused look before realizing she wasn't looking at her but behind her.
Then she turned to figure out what her problem was, only to jump in shock, bringing a hand to her chest to steady her pounding heart, "Oh, God, Madara! Don't do that!" She gingerly elbowed his stomach but not hard enough to actually hurt him.
His dark eyes looked her up and down much more attentively than she'd expected in such a casual scenario.
A blush met her cheeks, and she gave him a covert confused look, "Um, this is my friend Ino. I told you about her, remember?"
The tension in the tall man's shoulders relaxed slightly as realization dawned on his face, and he turned his gaze onto the uncharacteristically quiet blond in her entryway. Sakura looked at her, making a face that urged her to move past what'd just happened so things wouldn't get awkward.
Ino smiled charmingly, stepping forward with her hand outreached, "I'm Ino Yamanaka: future fashion icon and Sakura's best friend. A pleasure to meet you, handsome!"
Sakura's brow twitched at her friend's unfiltered flirting but stepped aside when Madara reached around her to shake the woman's hand, "Madara. I live next door."
The Yamanaka woman's brows lifted in surprise, and she not-so-subtly hissed, "Is he the one that-" "Yes! Shut up!" Sakura's face would be purple if it got any darker.
She turned to face her neighbor, praying he wouldn't ask what she'd just been talking about, "Sorry for scaring you. Everything's alright. You can go if you-" "Uh, no, he can't. He's coming out with us, Forehead. Who else is gonna scare away the douchebags?"
Both people in the doorway looked at the leggy blond in confusion, the pink-haired woman being the one to speak, "When did I say I'd be going out?"
"You didn't; I did. Now get your ass in here and start getting ready," Ino grabbed Sakura's arm and pulled her further into the apartment, then she winked at the Uchiha man standing dumbstruck, "And you, go put on something nice. I'd better be impressed."
Then, the bold woman shut the door in his face, cackling loudly at her friend's mortified expression, whispering excitedly as she dragged her into the bedroom to go through the closet to pick out something for Sakura to wear, "Holy fuckin' shit, Bitch. He's a smoke show! Have you guys hooked up yet? God, I bet he's huge…."
Sakura waved her hands desperately, hissing, "Stop it! I know what you're trying to do, and it's not gonna work, Pig! Butt out!" She narrowly caught something dark red and skimpy, locking eyes with her best friend with a glare.
Ino rolled her eyes, gesturing for the pink-haired woman to follow her into the bathroom so she could do her hair and makeup, "If you don't fuck him tonight, I might. Did you see the size of his arms?"
It was useless to defy the Yamanaka woman. If she said she was coming out, she was coming out, even if she had to drag her by her hair. So, Sakura sat still and allowed the blonde to work her magic. For anyone else, what would've taken over an hour only took Ino twenty minutes. Then, she tossed the outfit she picked into the bathroom and locked Sakura inside, threatening to let her starve in there if she didn't do as she demanded and change.
"Stupid fuckin' bimbo…." she mumbled while angrily kicking off her jeans.
Every time she comes home for a visit, she never warns anyone and makes a mess of Sakura's sleep schedule and liver because that woman lives to party. Though it annoys her, the Haruno girl lets her get away with it because she genuinely misses her best friend, but she still complains.
Once in her undergarments, Sakura finally took a good look at the dress Ino gave her, and the irritation making her blood hot rose in temperature. This dress had been in the very back of her closet for a reason. Ino bought it for her twenty-first birthday, the last time they were together. It was so short that it didn't even reach her mid-thigh, left her shoulders completely bare, and had mesh cutouts lowcut on her chest and from just below her breasts to just above her navel. In short, it was slutty, revealing, and something Sakura would never buy for herself or wear.
Huffing angrily, she removed the straps from her bra and slid on the skintight piece of cloth that was a poor excuse for clothing, expertly zipping up the back without needing help. Someone with a body and confidence like Ino's would rock such an outfit, but Sakura only noticed how small her chest was when she looked in the mirror.
A frown tugged at her lips when she stepped back to gauge her entire appearance. Soft, romantic curls accented her lengthy hair, and the makeup around her eyes was dark yet tasteful.
Ino has a few rules when it comes to going out. First, you can't have matching hair and makeup with another woman in your group. Since Ino's hair was straight tonight, she opted to curl Sakura's.
Second, you can bring focus to your eyes or lips, but never both, lest you risk looking like a clown. This rule is tied into the first one because Ino had matte red lipstick expertly accenting her plump lips, while her eye makeup was basic. Because of this, she made the pink-haired woman's eyes pop expertly with jade and black colored eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and mascara.
In truth, Sakura kind of liked how she looked, minus the outfit. If her best friend's clothes-designing career failed, she could always fall back on being a stylist or makeup artist.
Her gaze traveled down to her plain body, noticing how it paled compared to the elegance of her friend's efforts but tried to shove the negative thoughts away as she wrenched open the door and stomped out to find some shoes.
Ino whistled, "Damn, girl! Sasuke who? Fuck him. We're gonna get you laid tonight!"
Sakura shushed her, accepting the red high-heeled shoes her friend held out and bending to begin putting them on, "Will you shut the hell up? He'll get uncomfortable if he hears you!"
The blonde pretended to check her nail buds, her voice bored, "I didn't say it'd be with him. I have half a mind to steal him, you know," she perked up when her less extroverted friend finally stood, both shoes on, "How about this? I'll find you a sexy rebound at the club, so I can have that beefcake all to myself!"
'That does it. She's getting on my last damn nerve!'
Sakura lunged at Ino, making grabs at her while the girl loudly laughed and began dodging her attempts with ease, "What's the matter, Forehead? Are you getting jealous? Possessive?"
A knock came at the door, and Ino yelled, "Come in!" while Sakura yelled, "Just a minute!".
Their fingers interlaced, fighting for dominance, one woman glaring and the other smirking.
The door opened, and they both turned to see Madara enter, a look of confusion on his features when he lifted his gaze to see what likely appeared to be a girl fight.
Sakura's breath got stuck in her throat. He was magnificent. Simple black dress pants and a white button-up never looked so good. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone so that just a hint of his collarbone was visible. The article was tight around his upper arms and chest, showing his muscles, but not in a way that made the item appear ill-fitting. In fact, if someone told her that that shirt had been designed just for his body, she'd be hard-pressed to believe them.
When she realized she was staring, Sakura huffed angrily, releasing Ino's hands and retreating into her room with a bright red face, "I'm gonna grab my coat."
Her lips fell into a pout when she turned out of their vision. Ino's flirtatious voice could be heard easily from where she stood, "Did you wear white so you could match us both? I knew I liked you."
'What the hell does she think she's doing? This is why I told her my crush on him is nothing serious. I didn't want this exact scenario to happen, but here we are anyway,' the Haruno woman slipped on her coat, looking down as she fumbled to link the zipper and freezing when she once again noticed her rather dull physique. Her already low mood fell more, and she zipped the coat, lifting her gaze to the open door of her bedroom.
'Why would he be interested in someone like me when a goddess like Ino's available? I bet she really will sleep with him. The only reason she wouldn't is if I told her I have dibs, and she knows I don't have the guts to do that. I look like a troll next to her….'
When she exited her room, she forced a neutral expression onto her face so neither of her friends would pick up on how unexcited she was to be going out. Sakura knew she was quite a lightweight, but she just wanted a strong drink to make things easier.
Ino Yamanaka was a dangerous woman, Madara decided. From the moment he laid eyes on her, it was like she could see right through him. Her personality was more akin to the women he usually hooks up with, but visually he wasn't all that attracted to her. Sure, she had a nice body and a pretty face, but it was no competition when she stood next to Sakura.
Frowning, he begrudgingly walked back to the pink-haired woman's apartment. Until now, he's avoided being seen publicly with her because if someone employed by Danzo saw them, they'd immediately report their findings. Madara couldn't just up and say that, though, could he? Besides, he felt that Ino wouldn't take no for an answer even if he tried.
After knocking, the Uchiha man paused momentarily for a response before entering the apartment. When he lifted his gaze, he froze. Sakura and Ino seemed to be fighting, albeit not seriously. His neighbor looked embarrassed and irritated, while her friend looked like she was having the time of her life getting under her skin.
'Jesus fucking Christ. Tonight's going to be a disaster,' he thought while forcing himself to avert his gaze as the pink-haired woman disappeared into her room to get her coat.
That thing she was wearing, that little red dress, it looked so damn good on her.
'God, and those shoes, her legs….'
Madara saw Sakura dressed up a little on Halloween when she was wearing a saucy little nurse costume, but that was child's play compared to the visual desert he'd just been given. The woman looked so perfect; she couldn't possibly be real. The outfit clung to her humble curves and left her shoulders bare. Pale skin contrasted attractively with the rich red color.
Her hair looked soft and flowy as it fell around her shoulders to the middle of her back. The thing the Uchiha man found the sexiest of all were her eyes. He didn't know a damn thing about makeup, but whatever they did made the emerald color appear to glow brightly.
"Did you wear white so you'd match us both? I knew I liked you."
Ino was smirking at him knowingly, daring to lift a brow suggestively as she looked him up and down. If it were a year ago and a woman like her came on this strongly, he wouldn't have hesitated to fuck her senseless. That was the furthest thing from his mind right now, though.
All he could think as he searched her blue eyes was, 'She knows. She knows. She knows.'
Sakura reappeared, her coat covering her lovely outfit. The other two grabbed their own winter jackets, and then the trio left, allowing the Yamanaka women to decide their destination.
A fifteen-minute cab ride later, Madara was pulled into some random building with a massive line of people waiting by the door. They didn't wait, and judging by the fact that Ino paused to kiss the security guard on the kiss when she passed, he assumed it was because she had a lot of "friends".
The Uchiha man hadn't been out like this in almost six months, the last time being before he returned to Konoha.
Usually, being surrounded by hundreds of strangers in a not-well-lit room with music blaring so loudly it was hard to think straight would put him on edge, but it didn't. In fact, he felt safer from harm there than he did in his own apartment because Danzo demanded one thing of his employees: discretion. The more people around, the less likely they were to be attacked.
So, he didn't pull his arm away when Ino grabbed it to drag him to the bar. Instead, he admired how the flashing lights from the dance floor hit Sakura's skin.
An hour passed, and most of it was filled with him sipping a drink, watching the girls' drinks, and simply relishing the moment of rest.
'It's been such a long time since I've gone out and had some fun. I should try to enjoy it.'
Not long after, the pair of women emerged from the crowded dance floor, Ino dragging Sakura by her hand. Madara was taken aback by how beautiful she looked every time he laid eyes on her tonight, but he quickly averted his gaze when they arrived at the table.
Sakura sipped her drink slowly, quietly, her skin lightly dusted with sweat from dancing as she fanned herself. Ino, on the other hand, tossed back the rest of her drink as though it were a shot. It wasn't.
The scenario was exactly what he expected when he realized he'd join them. Though she's gotten drunk several times in front of him, Sakura would never get recklessly trashed in a place like this. The only exception was when she found out Sasuke cheated on her, but he felt that was a good excuse.
When the woman noticed his gaze, her bright eyes warmed, and she smiled softly as though wordlessly trying to apologize for her friend dragging him along.
Madara was about to say something to her, only for Ino to appear at his side, wrapping her arms around one of his so he could feel her breasts against it, "Let's dance, gorgeous," she grinned at Sakura, "We'll be back, Forehead. Get us another round!"
He tried to pull his arm away, but the blond wasn't giving in, so he gave the pink-haired woman at the table an apologetic frown before being dragged into a sea of people. To his surprise, she didn't stop when they were in the center of the room. No, she kept pulling him along clear to the other side of the massive club, where a second bar was located.
Once they were out of the densely populated area, Ino removed one of her hands from him and smirked at him, "Baby boy, you're so fuckin' whipped."
Madara sighed, rolling his eyes when the woman laughed. He'd been right. She read him like a book. The leggy blonde pulled him until they were at the far wall, where she guided the man to stand while she stood in front of him, a hand on the wall near his shoulder.
'Aren't the roles usually reversed in this position?' the Uchiha man subconsciously noted.
"Here's the thing. I think I'll be a better match," Ino reached up with her free hand to slip her fingers into his hair and pull him a little lower so she could look into his eye more easily.
Madara's teeth gritted, and his eyes narrowed into a glare. He didn't want to offend her because she was Sakura's best friend, but she knew what she was doing was unwelcome. The Yamanaka girl pressed herself against him, breasts pushing against his chest in a way that gave him a decent view of her cleavage, but his stern gaze remained on her face.
"So, are you interested? We can get out of here. I'll text Sakura and let her know we're leaving."
The Uchiha man closed his eyes, took a calming breath, and removed her hands from him as gently yet firmly as possible, "No, and don't try something like this again. What if-" "What if Sakura sees and gets the wrong idea? That's the plan, dumbass," Ino cut him off, dropping her seductive facade to instead appear incredibly amused.
Madara was confused, "What?"
She rolled her eyes, sighing as though explaining was exhausting, "Nevermind that. Just trust me." She turned, grabbing his hand as though she were about to drag him back to the other side of the club since the song was about to end, but he stopped her.
"You don't even know me."
Ino turned to face him again, her smirk turning into a genuine smile. She tilted her head with a warm look, "No, but I get the feeling you're a good guy. Sakura wouldn't like you so much if you weren't. Just don't hurt her, or I'll break your dick, got it?" Madara's eyes widened at her threat, watching as she raised both hands and curled her fingers as though mimicking cat claws so he could see her long, pointed nails, "Into pieces, Handsome."
Over the next hour, Ino tried to make Sakura jealous by touching my arm or flirting. It only seemed to make the woman uncomfortable. When he realized her plan, the man discretely tried to make her stop, but she refused.
Madara knew they'd gone too far when she excused herself to go to the ladies' room and didn't return.
"Ooh, I think she's upset," Ino mused, stirring her drink with her chin resting on her fist and a smile.
The man glared at her, "Who's fault do you think that is? Knock it off."
Suddenly, a pale man with dark hair and eyes leaned against the bar between them, waving down the bartender. Ino's eyes surveyed the new arrival's appearance, and the Uchiha man felt relieved that at least she had a new target.
"What's your name?" The man spoke calmly to the blond without looking her way, not giving her a chance to make the first move.
Her blue eyes shined as she smiled, "Would you look at that? My glass is empty."
The man's bored-looking gaze turned onto her, and he grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes, "I'm Sai."
The bartender arrived, and "Sai" ordered two of whatever Ino was drinking, one for her and one for him. When served, Ino sipped it with a look of victory, speaking around the straw, "Ino."
Madara tossed back the rest of his whiskey. Unintentionally, he'd drank more than he had planned because Ino was getting on his nerves, and it gave him something else to focus on. So, he was feeling the effects. As he thought about what a mess the night had become, he accepted a refill with a sigh.
Though he didn't know where she was, Sakura wouldn't leave without texting one of them, and the security in this club was surprisingly top-notch, so the chances of someone hurting her were low. For that reason, he continued to drink rather than cut himself off.
Another hour passed, and it was almost one in the morning. Madara recognized that he was drunk and didn't want to overdo it, so he milked the drink he had.
'Damn, Ino. If it wasn't for her, Sakura'd still be-' The Uchiha's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of someone's hand landing on top of his, and he looked over to see the subject of his torment: Sakura. She was obviously drunk, but not so much so that she wasn't aware of her actions.
Emerald eyes burned into his, and he allowed her to pull him along, entranced by the unexpectedly sure look on her face. In a blink, they were dancing, surrounded by bodies.
Another blink and the woman led the way into her apartment, his hand in hers. Ino had texted her that she was going home with the guy she met at the bar, so the pair called it a night and took a taxi back to the apartment. Madara thought he'd be going to his own place, but the pink-haired woman didn't let go of his hand. He didn't want to say goodbye, so he happily allowed her to drag him wherever she pleased.
For the first time since she reappeared to him at the club, he had a chance to apologize, "Hey, I'm sorry for all that stuff that Ino-" "Do you like her?"
His mouth closed, and he lifted his gaze to the back of her head as they turned into her bedroom, "...What?"
They stopped beside her bed, and the woman finally turned to face him, her eyes alight with an undefinable emotion, "I asked if you like her. Do you like Ino? She likes you."
Sober Madara would simply deny it, but this was Drunk Madara, and he had less self-control, "Would it upset you if I do?"
'Don't play these games, Madara. You know they always lead to disaster.'
Sakura's brow furrowed, and she clenched her hands into fists with a red face, "Of course it would!"
His gaze dropped to her lips. They were in the cute pout she gets when she's embarrassed. Even though he knew he was pushing his luck, he tilted his head, studying her responses, "Why's that?"
'Stop. You can't do this, not before Christmas. You have a plan, remember? What about the plan!'
"Because….Because who does she think she is, showing up out of nowhere and telling me she's gonna steal you away? God, I could kick her ass, for real!"
The pair searched one another's faces, unconsciously inching closer.
Madara gave in and asked, "Do you like me, Sakura?"
'No. You've both been drinking; it's not right.'
Emerald eyes widened, and the annoyance in her expression dissipated. When she couldn't respond, Madara's voice naturally lowered, "Do you?"
They were so close that he felt it when she suddenly sucked in a breath and held it, her eyes frantically darting down to his lips and back up. It was too late to go back, so the man allowed himself to do what he pleased.
Cautiously, he ran his fingers up the side of her neck and back to tangle in her hair, his nose brushing against hers, "Answer me, Sakura."
Eyes wide, she paused, but, like a switch had been flipped, the hesitance in her gaze faded, and she nodded, "I do."
Then they kissed.
Ino had threatened to "steal" Madara from her like he was a piece of property to be owned, and she was trying hard to succeed. Sakura frowned into the small glass on the counter before squeezing her eyes shut and tossing it back, nose scrunching at the bitter taste.
'I'm a coward.'
She'd fled. When it was impossible to further mask her jealousy, she ran away instead of being honest.
It's not that she doesn't want to be with the Uchiha man because she badly does. It's that, until now, she's never seen him with other women around. Sakura thought she was over that insecure, body negativity crap by the time they graduated high school, but apparently, she'd been mistaken.
'You don't know he'd want to be with you anyway. Sure, he cares, but you can't expect him to choose you just because you're in love with him.'
That's right. Ultimately, telling Ino to back off would be rude because, for all she knows, Madara might be enjoying her flirting. As his friend and not his girlfriend, it's not her place to keep women at bay. He's his own person, and he can choose what he wants to do.
Sakura downed another shot when the bartender filled her glass, shoulders sagging depressedly. If Madara didn't want Ino's advances, he'd have stopped her. Sure, he gave her a few warning looks, but he didn't say a word.
She'd already been tipsy when she arrived at the opposite bar, and she's taken three shots of whiskey since then. A couple of guys had tried to hit on her, but she haphazardly turned them away, wanting to wallow in her self-pity alone.
Almost an hour passed, and Sakura was officially drunk. Those shots, plus one more, set in. She was happy to report that inebriation took the edge off of her bitterness.
"You're kidding! I'm going to school in Kiri. We should link up once you get there." A familiar voice piqued Sakura's attention, and she looked across the bar to see Ino flirting expertly with a handsome black-haired man. Though his face was bare of emotion, he stared at her like she was the most interesting thing on the planet.
'Yeah, she tends to have that effect on men.'
She watched with a deadpan expression as the blond laughed prettily, using the moment as an excuse to touch his arm. If Ino were a man, she'd definitely be categorized as a playboy.
The pink-haired woman wasn't faulting her for her sexual prowess and appetite, of course, just acknowledging that they were much higher than everyone else. You'd expect others to call her a slut, or think she's a whore, but the truth is the opposite. Confidence is respectable and impressive. Even most women around Ino fall for her charm, sexually or not.
'Wait a minute…. What's she doing here with that guy when things seemed to be going well with Madara?' Ino chose that moment to notice her friend and walked around the bar, dragging her companion along to sit beside her, "I'm disappointed. I thought you had more backbone than this."
Sakura's brow furrowed, "If he likes you, it's not my place to get in your way."
Ino flicked her nose, making irrational rage pool in the pit of Sakura's stomach, "You dumbass. He turned me down the moment I tried to make a move."
'He…. what?'
The news set the thin woman in motion. Her mind went blank. Without sparing her friend and the pale man another word, she crossed the club to search for Madara.
When she found him, a small smile met her lips. The slightest hint of red dusted his nose and cheeks, and he almost appeared to be pouting, if she could fathom that. Whether he noticed or not, a small group of women on the other side of the bar were eyeing him, whispering to one another and giggling. One would likely shoot their shot by the night's end if nothing was done to prevent it.
Bravely, she slid her hand atop his, her heart fluttering in her chest when his eyes darted coldly onto her, only to warm when he realized it wasn't some stranger acting too casually. On instinct, she guided him out to the floor with her, their eyes not straying for a moment.
'Stop hesitating and just enjoy yourself.'
They danced.
They received a message from Ino saying she was ditching them.
They returned to her apartment.
Madara allowed her to guide him, following behind her like a puppy as she held his hand. If she glanced back, she'd see the warm and dark look in his eye, so she kept her back turned as she unlocked the door.
"Hey, sorry about all that stuff that Ino-" "Do you like her?" Sakura cut him off as they walked through the living room. She had to know for sure, or else she was about to make a fool of herself.
"What?"
They turned into her bedroom, and Sakura stopped at her bedside, turning to face him and releasing his hand. This time, she was unwilling to let herself beat around the bush or get too shy, "I asked if you like her. Do you like Ino? She likes you."
'That was a little too aggressive, I think….'
Madara's brow raised, "Would it upset you if I did?"
'What did he just say? Is this a joke? I haven't confessed to him, but he's no idiot.'
The heat in her face became more from blush and anger than the alcohol, and she clenched her hands into fists, "Of course, it would!"
Being so blatantly honest was embarrassing, but Sakura stood her ground. She stared at his face as his eyes danced down, seemingly to her mouth. They didn't rise as he tilted his head like a dog trying to understand a master's command, "Why's that?"
'He knows why. He just wants to hear it.'
Madara's tone wasn't curious at all. By now, if he only had suspicions, they had to be confirmed. He still waited for her response, though.
"Because….Because who does she think she is, showing up out of nowhere and telling me she's gonna steal you away? God, I could kick her ass, for real!" Sakura's teeth gritted angrily once she was done venting. Though drunk, she knew she'd come to feel humiliated by this conversation in the future.
That's when she noticed he was still struggling not to look at her lips, his eyes dancing between them and her gaze. Ever so slightly, he was coming closer. Sakura mirrored the action, her heart pounding nervously fast.
The Uchiha man's gaze locked onto hers and finally stayed there, "Do you like me, Sakura?"
'He just comes right out and asks. This man….'
Sakura's bravery faltered as he searched her face. If she answers this question honestly, something's going to happen, something she's thought about many times over the past couple of weeks. When she does, though, their friendship will never be the same. By now, she didn't fear he'd be gone when she woke, at least not immediately. What would happen instead? She wasn't sure.
"Do you?"
The man's voice was significantly softer, but the tone was low and insinuating, tempting her to answer.
'What if things don't go well? I mean, I've only ever slept with one man. I barely know what I'm doing when I'm sober, and I'm drunk as hell!'
Long fingers grazed against her neck, and then they were in her hair, gently holding her still as his nose brushed against hers. Her breath stuck in her throat, and she frantically searched his face. It'd never been so close. Madara was so beautiful it temporarily distracted her.
"Answer me, Sakura."
Demanding yet careful, the command sent a flame down her stomach to flood between her legs. Her chest heaved slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure, "I do."
Half-lidded, dark eyes remained on hers as Madara cautiously kissed her for the first time. It was short and sweet, and then he pulled back slightly to ensure she wouldn't shove him away.
Sakura was lost in his eyes, his scent, his aura. He was a flame, and she was only too happy to be burnt. Her lips moved with a breathy voice unfamiliar to her ears, "Can I…?" The woman wasn't so drunk that she'd forget how rare it was for them to touch. He's a careful person.
Madara nodded, his lips brushing hers in another soft kiss. She could feel the sexual energy crackling under her skin, but she didn't want to make a mistake by setting it free recklessly.
Her hands lifted to his abdomen, running slowly upward until one rested on his shoulder and the other continued up to his neck, where she searched his eyes for a moment before pulling him closer with less hesitance.
His lips captured hers with an attractive mix of expertise and passion, barely in control. When he grabbed her hip, arousal waved through her from the point of contact. Though he was doing everything right, Sakura knew he wasn't acting entirely freely. The fire igniting his gaze was much too hot for the tepid nature of his actions.
The hand on his shoulder ran up his neck, and she brushed her thumb along his jawline while speaking against his lips, "Stop holding back."
Those gorgeous black eyes opened to meet her gaze as they pulled away slightly, confirming she meant what she said. Then what was once a campfire turned into a volcano.
Nails grazed her scalp as his grip in her hair tightened, and she accepted his demanding kiss with equal energy. His tongue was in her mouth, and her hands were unbuttoning his shirt, pausing when the arousal in her loins became too much to bear. The overwhelming man hoisted her up, guiding her legs around his hips as he moved to the bed.
When her head hit the pillows, Sakura arched her back, never parting their kiss even once, so he could reach around and unzip her dress. They took a millisecond to breathe, Sakura fumbling to slip the dress off over her head and Madara tossing his shirt away and removing his belt.
A strange, desperate moan sighed through Sakura's throat when he kissed her again, as though one or both would suffocate if they were apart for too long. Hurried hands unhooked her bra, tossed it away, and explored her chest.
"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this," Madara's raspy voice met her ears between kisses, sounding just as frantic as she felt.
Sakura's hands felt down his toned torso until her fingers found the button of his pants, unzipping them next to slide her hand beneath the cloth. He was hard as a rock. The realization heightened her urgency, and she parted her legs further, pressing against him as she removed her hand from his trousers, allowing it to travel around and press against his lower back.
Madara seemed to pick up on it because he hooked his fingers under the hips of her underwear and quickly removed them. When he pulled his body away for a few moments with the intention of removing the remainder of his clothing, Sakura watched him with heated eyes, "Hurry!"
A moan of some sort left his chest, and he gave up on removing his pants, simply lowering them enough to pull himself from the clothing. One hand on his cock, Madara dipped his head to press kisses into the crook of her neck, rubbing against her entrance a bit to make it slick with her fluids.
Sakura's eyes shot open to stare at the ceiling in shock when he finally thrusted in, a gasp passing her lips. She was right. It was nothing like how it'd been with Sasuke.
Madara's nose brushed against her jaw as he returned to look her in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he began moving. It was like their minds connected when their bodies did because they moved simultaneously. Sakura looked between them to see what it looked like where they were becoming one, and Madara sat back on his knees, his arms hooked under her legs as he continued moving.
Her breaths came in pants as the familiar sting of pleasure developed more with each thrust. The man slid his hands from her thighs, making her lift her gaze to meet his, and he leaned slightly forward as he gripped her bottom, making her legs part further.
The first uncontrollable moan of the evening passed Sakura's lips, her eyes squeezing closed, "Oh!"
Maneuvering his arms so they were no longer beneath her legs, one of Madara's hands traveled up her back until it met the middle, and he pressed his chest to hers as he picked her up, sitting back so she was straddling his lap, and he was on his knees. Pink hair came forward over Sakura's shoulders as she attacked his neck.
'It's like I weigh nothing, the way he's holding me up like this.'
Each time his cock fully thrusted in, the woman saw stars, and some kind of sound would leave her lips. This was the quickest she's ever been brought to the edge of climax. The closer she got, the more her body tightened around him, and her nails unintentionally dug into his skin.
It became too much to bear, and she cried out, giving up on kissing his neck and tossing her head back as she held onto his shoulders for dear life, "Fuck, I'm close!"
Sweat dusted both of their skin, and when Sakura lifted her head to meet Madara's eyes, he shoved her back down against the mattress and kissed her passionately. With each thrust, his chest pressed against hers, and one of her arms slid around his side to cling to his back and feel the muscles contracting under his skin.
One moment it was like the fuse of a bomb had been lit, the anticipation killing the woman, and then the explosion finally came. The Haruno girl's legs trembled and tried to squeeze closed, though they couldn't because of the man between them. A breathless moan forced her to pull away from their kiss, and her middle pressed against his body.
Madara didn't pause, instead watching the woman beneath him with a look of arousal and intrigue.
When the waves of climax stopped debilitating Sakura, she wrestled her way on top so she was straddling his hips. At first, she was leaning forward, one hand holding her weight and the other gently encircling his neck with her thumb under his chin to make him meet her eye.
When the man's surprise passed, though, he slid his hands up her thighs, body, and arms to interlace the fingers on both of their hands. Using the support his grip gave her to move while entirely upright, Sakura straightened her spine. Her eyes trailed over the gorgeous man's body as she moved, glancing at his face every other second to admire the tortured, pleasured expression he was offering.
'He's huge. Ino was right.'
If she were any less aroused, it'd likely be painful to take all of him in, but it was impossible not to feel at least a little feral with a body like that beneath her. Her hips jerked slightly when the angle lined up perfectly to rock her to the core, and Madara moaned, his teeth grit and head thrown back.
"Like that. Do it like that."
Sakura adjusted her legs so her feet were against the mattress, crouching so she'd have better control over her movements, then she tried to replicate what her body'd naturally done, "This way?"
"Mm…." His voice was deep and low. Before he even responded, she knew she'd gotten it right because the same shock of pleasure came over her.
Tearing her hands from his, she reached behind her to hold herself up with a hand to his thigh, reaching down to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. Madara gripped her hips, aiding her in moving more quickly as they both approached their finish lines.
She straightened her head from it having been tossed back and held the man's gaze, her brow furrowed as she moaned softly.
The Uchiha man surprised her by reaching up to brush his thumb across her bottom lip, pressing it past with heated eyes. The woman's lips closed around the digit, tongue flicking against it as though it were a different part of his body.
Then Madara's eyes were closed, and a strangled sort of groan left his mouth as he pressed into roughly, once, twice, and then Sakura felt a flexing feeling of his member twitching, followed by a hot sensation pooling in her lower abdomen.
Her insides fell into convulsions around his member, and she came forward to press her forehead to his shoulder, her fingers still between her legs as she climaxed. This time, all the air in her body left, and no sound came out at all. Madara quickly removed his hand from near her mouth, instead holding her waist with one hand and wrapping an arm around to keep her tightly against him with the other.
When the sensations faded, the pair was left breathless and tired. Sakura slowly slid her hand out from between them, running it up the man's side. His left her waist to grasp onto it, lifting it up so he could kiss the back of it softly. Slowly, he rolled them over, holding himself up with the arm that'd been wrapped around her.
The pink-haired woman's head hit the pillow, and she opened her eyes to lock onto his. Only then did he pull out, lips still pressed to her hand.
Drunk and uninhibited, Sakura spoke in a raspier-than-usual voice, "I hope I did alright."
Madara released her hand, instead cupping her cheek as he kissed her, "You were incredible."
Tipsy giggles softly passed her lips between each touch of his lips to hers. When he pulled back, a slight grin on his mouth, she hissed, "You're way too big, y'know that?"
The Uchiha man chuckled, kissing her repeatedly, "And you're way too tempting. Stop pressing against me like that, or I won't let you sleep tonight."
Guilty blush met her cheeks, but she simply tilted her head, searching the rugged man's features, "Can you even manage that, old man?"
His grin disappeared, and he furrowed his brow with a frown, "You know what?" Then he was flipping her around onto her hands and knees, lining himself up.
Sakura looked at him over her shoulder, smirking knowingly, "Did I hit a nerve?"
Then he was inside, bending over the woman to grab her jaw and speak into her ear, "I don't want to hear a single complaint from you tomorrow."
An amused hum rumbled through Sakura's throat, but she didn't verbally respond. Instead, she pressed back against him so he'd stop talking and start moving.
Madara obliged.