unedited/ not proofread (12/11/20)

Sakura

Honestly, I wasn't too sure about how I'd keep this "come-hither" act going, but so far, so good. For some odd reason, that man is really able to read me well, and right now, it seems like he hasn't got a clue that I'm nervous as shit. Be that as it is, it is fun to see him squirm and be affected by me. But let's face it, it's all carnal desire.

I'm not going to deny that ever since that day when I put down my guard and allowed myself that moment of sheer, unadulterated passion, I've been replaying it in my mind. I also may or may not have whipped out that not so little electric boyfriend just to ease myself off. But even with it, it didn't compare. They did say it's always the quiet ones that were beasts in the bedroom. Except we weren't even in a bedroom. We were in my living room because we were both too horny to even reach a damn bed.

It doesn't matter right now though. As much as I'm thirsting for the very same man I'm supposed to not stand, we're in a competition. Well, two, technically. And I intend to win both. I'm not going to let my libido cloud my judgment.

The employee leads us into the familiar hallways of the private dressing rooms. Yes, rooms. Not stalls. There's a reason Racks is a pricey store. The clothes are all high quality, the store itself is massive, but what could really put a dent in your wallet are the private dressing rooms or even personal shoppers that you can book online. Even if I'm not one to spend all my money on shopping, I do indulge in it every now and then, particularly to celebrate a really well received article or when I feel like I deserve a good shopping trip. Racks is always at the top of my list of favorite shopping spots in the city.

But why the private dressing room? It was the first thing I thought of when suggesting the shopping trip to Tsunade for the next date. If I'm going to bring this irritatingly sexy man down, I'll have to suck it up and channel my inner Ino.

The doors close behind us, and we're left in the relatively large room, rounded platform situated in the middle of the room with a mirror on the wall opposite where we stand. I can see the items I already picked out online to the wall on my left. It looks like everything I had looked over online: Two dresses and three tops on hangers, three pairs of jeans. But as I walk closer, I freeze seeing what's placed on the small table. I definitely didn't pick those out. But I know who would've had the chance to sneak them in my cart when I had to go pick up some article reviews.

Fucking Ino. I should have seen this coming. I did tell her to click purchase for me. Of course, she'd sneak in lingerie for shits and giggles. Then again, it could work. I don't know exactly how far his level of restraint goes, and this could work.

"Something wrong?" I hear him say from behind me.

I don't turn around to answer, trying to compose myself. "Nope, everything's fine!"

With a deep breath, I turn around and find that he's been behind me the whole time, eyes curiously set on the lingerie sets displayed on the table. He looks at me with a raised brow, both mirthful and exasperated.

"Really, Sakura?"

I put on a cheeky smile. Can't let him see me nervous. "What? I can't shop either?"

"You're-"

"Ridiculous, I know." I raise a hand to his cheek. "But I don't like losing."

"I don't think people try on lingerie before they buy it."

"You've shopped for some before?" Somehow the thought of that doesn't make me feel good. "Besides, I already bought them. I'm just trying them on."

I let my hand fall to my side. He sees it and brings his hand to my wrist, bringing it up between us as his thumb lightly traces the lines of my open palm. My breath hitches at the contact. His thumb rests back onto my wrist, and a smirk forms his lips.

"Your pulse is quickening."

I try my hardest to stop the flush on my face from showing, but by the interest in his eyes, I can tell it's to no avail. "It's because of that trick of yours."

"Right."

I can't let this backfire on me. This is my plan, damn it.

"Aren't you supposed to be trying your clothes on?" I ask, removing his hand from mine. My fingers move, finding the first button of his button down shirt.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you."

He let out an amused chuckle. "Are you?"

I give him an incredulous look. "You don't look like you're going to try them on. What else should I do?" With the first button undone, I move to the second, making sure my fingers touch his bare skin lightly as I do.

I feel his hands on my hips, his right moving up, his fingers playing with the hem of my blouse.

"I'm capable of undressing myself, you know," he says, heat sparking in his eyes.

"I can be impatient."

"That I know well."

My cheeks heat up at the recollection of my behavior in my apartment. "So you should know you shouldn't make me wait."

"You don't have to wait. You could just end this now."

I scoff. "Like I'd do that."

That smirk, I'd wipe it right off his face if it didn't do things to me that really shouldn't affect me as much as it does.

"Right, you prefer things be difficult."

I smile. "I do like hard things."

"What?"

"Are you hard?"

He sighs. "Sakura."

Laughing, I finish undoing his last button. "Lighten up. It's just a joke." Pausing, I take a peek down. "Unless..?"

"You're intolerable." He says that, but I can see he's a bit embarrassed by the tint of red on the tip of his ears. It's almost adorable, really.

Wait.

Sasuke Uchiha? Adorable? What am I on?

His hands are still on my hips despite his 'insults', though. "Intolerably irresistible, you mean?"

"Do you ever tire of being like this?"

"What, being myself? No, actually."

His right hand continues playing with the hem of my shirt. "Right."

"What are you doing?" I look down at his hand on my shirt.

"Returning the favor."

His hand goes under my shirt, his warmth on the skin of my waist, and I can't help but bite my lip to quell an oncoming grin. He raises the shirt up, and I raise my arms up so he can remove the clothing. I can see the surprise in his eyes when he looks at me again, my lips forming a smirk.

"Like it? I seem to think you like me in red."

"That doesn't hide much," is all he says upon seeing the red, lacy bra I dug out from my closet, but he doesn't avert his eyes. Oh, this is going to be more fun than I thought.

"It doesn't?" I shrug. "Well, then, what's the point of wearing it?"

I reach for the back of the bra, unclasping it slowly, witnessing the spark in his eyes ignite into a fire that stirs something in me, a burst of confidence and an ever growing desire for him to look at me that way more often. But not until I win.

Notes:

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