unedited/ not proofread (12/13/20)

Sakura

This is a lot more fun than I thought it'd be. Seeing him react the way he is right now, eyes ablaze with want, alight with the flame of desire as he focuses solely on me, top bare in front of him. On any other day, I would not have done this, but there's this thirst to win, and I don't mean the project, but this secret game between just us, unknown to even those close to us.

I don't stop him as his fingers lightly graze the curve of my hip, my lips rising to a smirk.

"You've no shame."

I shrug. "Technically, I threw it out the window when I basically dry humped you in the gym." He lets out a breath, entertained by my words, and I can see the hint of restraint in his eyes, dimming the fire. Not exactly what I want. "Care to help me out of my jeans?"

He looks to be in thought, while his thumb does a light touch, up and down my bare skin, his hand still on my waist. The touch sends a small electric current up my body, my mouth opens to release a soft sigh as the current between us continues to heat up.

"To repay me for my kindness," I add to fill the silence, awaiting his answer.

"Your kindness?"

"I helped you unbutton your shirt."

"Right."

His hand traces the curve of my waist and trails down to the curve of my hip.

"That's not where the zipper is, sir."

"Impatient, are we?"

"Just wondering if you know what to do."

He looks up at me, his features shift in amusement. I notice just how close he is to me, and I try my best to appear unaffected. "You know I know what to do."

"Really? Care to elaborate?"

"Giving up?"

Scoffing, I lightly slap his shoulder. "No. I'm talking about my jeans. The jeans you still haven't gotten off of me."

He shakes his head but says nothing, eyes going back down, his fingers leaving my hip to unbutton my jeans, his hands slow at unzipping. I see him smirk.

"You had me fooled."

"What?"

"I almost thought you've trained yourself and wasn't going to be as affected."

Shit, what gave me away. Trying to stay confident, I raise a brow. "What makes you think I'm not?"

"Clenching your thighs," he says. "How am I supposed to get this off?"

Inwardly cursing my body's betrayal, I relax myself, but it's not enough to wipe the arrogance off of his lips. Or I could do it some other way. As his hands graze my ass, I'm reminded of our living room tryst and suppress my body's desired response- to shiver. I don't even notice that he's looped his fingers on two belt loops until he pulls me closer to him, my hands landing on his chest in surprise, my exposed chest meeting his half-exposed upper body. I flush.

"Sorry," he says.

He's not. He's enjoying this. Shit, no. This is my plan, I can't let it give him a lead. I think of what to do, replaying the moment in the emergency stairwell when we came up with this little challenge.

That's it. Whoever bends first loses. Obviously that means sex, right? That means a kiss is fair game.

He regards me curiously. My face must show I'm in deep thought. But before he can mention it, I decide to act on my impulse, grabbing him by the lapels of his button down that he has yet to fully remove and kissing him.

His wide eyes meet mine the moment our lips make contact, but as seconds pass, he relaxes, the surprise in his eyes melting away. His hands rest on my hips as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, standing on my toes to match his height.

There's comfort in the newfound familiarity of his lips and a thrill of newness at our predicament, all happening simultaneously. My fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue darts out, prodding my lips open. I oblige, an exhale leaving my lips as his tongue ignites a familiar fire within me, a fire only he could spark.

My eyes flutter to a close as I relish in his taste, how his lips move, how his tongue possesses and controls, and I let him, urging him to continue, arching my back to him. One hand trails up my side and down again, sending chills up and down my spine. His fingers graze the side of my breast, and my breath catches.

His tongue delivers long strokes against mine, filling me with the bitter flavor of the coffee he had on our way here.

"Sakura," he breathes out.

"Yes?"

I can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses me. "I take it you forfeit?"

I laugh, making space between our lips to speak. "This isn't sex."

He cups my ass, giving it a light squeeze. I bite my lip at the sensation. "I don't recall that detail in our agreement."

"It was implied," I say, my fingers playing with his opened shirt briefly before I take it off of him completely. It drops to the floor, and I flash him a playful grin as I bring my hands up to the back of his head, my fingers tangling themselves into his black strands.

"You like playing dangerously close to fire."

"I won't be the first to get burned." I feel his hand smooth over my ass, trailing down to the back of my thigh, lifting my leg so my clothed core meets his hardening length over his tented pants. I inhale a sharp breath at the contact.

"You're testing my patience."

I look down to where our bodies meet and suppress a cocky (pun intended) grin. "You could just forfeit."

Knowing that he's just as competitive as I am, it brings some sense of pride as I see him struggle with a comeback.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

He groans as he glares at me, a mix of emotions in his dark pools that only make me laugh. "Not a cat."

He moves, our lips meeting again in a frenzy, and fuck, does it feel good. I try to quell a moan as my hips grind into his groin, his hardness only making me crave more. He groans into my mouth as he lowers my leg and walks us back a few steps until his feet feel the rise of the platform behind his ankle. Lowering himself, he sits, and I immediately climb on top of him, straddling his lap as our lips continue their assault on each other.

Fuck, his taste is intoxicating, his desire for me evident by his steeling length, and I only add to the torment by rubbing myself on him.

His lips leave mine, his eyes on me as his tongue trails down my neck to my clavicle and ever so slowly to my breast. I stifle a moan as his teeth capture a nipple, and my hips respond by grinding on his crotch.

He's so hard. There's no way he can walk away from this. He has to forfeit. For both our sake's, I need him to forfeit because I know all too well that I'm getting wet and eager for this to be over with. But only when I win.

There's a haze in the room, a mist of lust overtaking our senses and making us act this way. But we're both prideful people. How long will he let this torment last?

His mouth returns to my lips and I breathe him in like oxygen, wanting more of his taste. I tug on his hair. He grabs my ass. Oh, please, I need him to throw in the towel already.

"Excuse me?"

It's like a record scratch.

From the other side of the door, there's knocking and a cheery employee's voice. "Are you finding everything good?"

I can't find my voice, mortified at the familiar situation. Sasuke speaks instead, irritation lacing his words as it did the last time we were in a similar predicament. "Yes, we're fine."

No, we are not fine. We're fucking crazy.

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dsjkfhsd at least they got a room this time