AN: Back to my usual shtick of Modern!AUs. A little note, Imma be a little mean to Sasuke in this, just go with it.

Enjoy!


Summary: Sakura has been dragged out for a night of post messy break up drinking. Only for her to catch a glimpse of someone who might make her having put on nice clothes worth it after all. Modern!AU.


Chapter Twenty Nine: NaruSaku - Teach


'Hey …' Ino said slowly as she leant on her arm, her eyes zeroing in on something Sakura couldn't see. 'Who's that guy? He looks familiar.'

Sakura didn't turn from her drink. She'd had a seriously shitty week and honestly, the last thing she wanted today was more guy drama. Sasuke's cold betrayal was still seared through her and it would probably be a long time til she ever looked at another guy.

Because men were pigs. Cheating, lying, misleading dickheads who couldn't be trusted to be out of eyesight or their words taken with any trust. Ever.

God, she could still see the look of shock and guilt on the girl under her now ex-boyfriend's sheets. She'd never had anything against redheads before but now … she'd probably kill the next one she saw.

She hoped none came onto her ward. She didn't want to lose her job because of it.

Or men with black hair and cold eyes that accused you of being frigid, barren wastes of time. She might actually get arrested for cutting their necks open with a scalpel.

'Give him too busy to fuck like a good woman,' Sakura growled into her wine glass.

'Seriously Sakura,' Ino said insistently, pulling on Sakura's arm, trying to force her to turn around. 'I swear I know this guy! Look at him!'

'Ino, I don't care if you know him. You probably hooked up with him, expecting he'd stick around and he just fucked off the next morning. Because he's a man.' Sakura's tone was seething but she allowed herself to be turned around as Ino all but yanked her arm out of place.

'I'm not saying we need to go fuck him Forehead,' Ino said, a long-suffering sigh barely covered. 'Just look at him.'

Sakura's eyes followed Ino's finger and stared out at the dance floor. She didn't see anyone distinctive. Just a bunch of mostly attractive pairs dancing to the boring bump and grind rhythm.

'Yeah alright, bunch of people fucking with clothes on,' Sakura grumbled, shrugging her shoulders and turning back to the bar, hand already wrapping her much emptier than expected glass. 'What's so special about that?'

'For God's sake,' Ino said exasperatedly. 'Look at the blond dude, he's dancing with the lavender haired chick with massive tits.'

She considered calling out how Ino's sympathy well had apparently run dry already. Not like she'd dragged Sakura out in the first place. She would have been quite alright staying in and drinking multiple bottles of wine thank you very much.

But Ino had insisted they go out, get dolled up and drink excessively. So she'd done it. Because her place still had loads of his shit in it and alcohol and his property was a bad mix.

Especially when she had access to fire and alcohol lowered inhibitions.

So she'd give in and do what Ino asked. Plus the blonde was practically stabbing her with her fingernails at this point.

'Fine, if it'll make you to let me drink in peace,' Sakura groused, looking back again and indeed finding the couple her best friend was talking about.

If she hadn't been so angry at the male species, she might have admitted her mouth watered at the sight of him.

He was tall, blond, chiselled and had sweat pouring off him in droves as his clothes stuck to him, revealing just how in shape he was. And she was going to blame the alcohol for her eyes immediately going to his ass.

The alcohol was also getting blame for her thinking that it looked like something she'd want to grab onto as he took her roughly too.

Bet he knows how to actually please a woman … unlike someone.

But her alcohol infused libido took a nosedive as he pulled the busty lavender haired woman to him and they danced so close they were almost merged at the chest, his hand going to the small of her back as she dipped against him further as her sizeable bust quivered.

Because of course, he had a girlfriend. And of course she was gorgeous. She really was. Sakura hated her instantly.

All tits and legs with an hourglass figure, and while Sakura was no slouch in either department, despite the cruel things Sasuke had said … why had she dated him again? … it would be a lie if she pretended looking at the woman didn't make her feel a little envious.

'Oh! I know who he is!' Ino said excitedly. Apparently ignorant to Sakura's lusty and forlorn musings. 'That's the guy who was at swing dancing! You remember when we went with Shikamaru and Choji?'

A memory of a cheeky grin and an offered hand for her to dance with him, which she'd taken for a giggly turn around dance floor filled her mind. 'Yeah! He was the guy dancing with all the old ladies! That was so sweet! Naruto something right?'

'Yeah,' Ino said with an eager nod. 'He's an old school friend of theirs. That's it, thank God for that. That would have bugged me awfully. Guess that must be his girlfriend.'

'Suppose,' Sakura said with a sigh, turning back to the table, her finger idly playing around the rim of her glass. 'Well good, he might actually be one of the few good guys left.'

Ino frowned sympathetically. And then her face lit up with a mischievous grin. 'You should ask him for a dance.'

'What?! No!' Sakura blushed dark red, snapping to glare at her still grinning friend. 'He wouldn't remember me and besides, he's with his girlfriend!'

Besides, she wanted to do more than dance with him. So much more.

She seriously was beginning to plan out a time machine so she could go back to the night she'd met Naruto and make sure to dump Sasuke. Then maybe Naruto would be dancing with her like that. And other stuff.

Yeah, definitely other stuff.

'I wouldn't be so sure about that,' Ino said, bringing her cocktail to her mouth and sipping daintily. 'Look again.'

The lavender haired woman hugged Naruto, looked up with a smile, said something that made him laugh and then she walked away into the arms of another man who she immediately kissed on the mouth!

When the kiss broke, the scruffy looking guy, with distinctive red fang face tattoos, held the woman Sakura was really beginning to hope was his girlfriend, very closely to how Naruto had.

Only his big hand was almost possessively grabbing her arse. Something Ino and Sakura shared an exasperated look over, before Naruto forcibly lifted the other guy's hand up and planted it on her side and clearly telling them to dance.

He stood there watching them dance, his back turned to Ino and Sakura, his hand clearly moving the dude's hands to more respectable places, his fingers brushing the woman in the same places her boyfriend was outright groping, making the woman flush so hard they could see from the bar.

'Lucky bitch,' Sakura muttered as said woman jumped at Naruto's fingers brushing her side for the tenth time.

Ino just hummed her agreement before she started laughing. 'He's teaching them how to bump and grind!'

He definitely was. And as the couple walked away to dance alone, a quick hug and a crisp high five from each respectively, Naruto scooped up a water on the nearest table and drained it in one long pull.

Which gave Sakura a moment of inspiration. And she was just drunk enough to act on it.

Waving down the bartender, Sakura ordered two drinks. The bartender poured them as Sakura passed her purse to a grinning Ino.

'Going somewhere Forehead?' Ino asked, her smile practically feline, as she waggled her eyebrows at her. 'Thought all men were pigs?'

She picked up the two drinks and smiled at the older woman behind the bar.

'Well you've been saying all week I need to get out more …'

'I have,' Ino said, smirking slightly. 'Didn't quite expect you to take a leaf out of my book though.'

'I'm not. He's a dance teacher right?' Sakura said over her shoulder as she made her way to Naruto, blushing profusely at Ino's entirely inaccurate insinuation. 'I'm just going to ask about lessons.'

Ino cheered from behind and raised her glass in salute.

Sakura blushed some more and powered on. Her steps strong until Naruto clocked her and an easy smile slipped onto his gorgeous, dishevelled face immediately.

'Hi!' she said, suddenly feeling much more girlish than she had before those gorgeous blue eyes were on her. Godddd. 'Sorry to bother you, I'm sure you don't remember me but I'm …'

'Sakura Haruno,' he interrupted, with a smile of recognition. 'From swing.'

He remembered her?

That was months ago!

Shit.

'Heh, yeah, that's me, how did you –'

'I tend to remember when a beautiful woman steps on my feet for an entire dance,' he said teasingly.

Oh God.

FUCK!

'I'm so sorry … wait,' she said, her cheeks getting redder the longer he smiled at her. 'Beautiful?'

He winked. She could have died.

'I can give you some pointers if you like?' Naruto offered. 'Not tonight sadly, I'm helping Hinata and Handsy over there …'

He gestured with his head and Sakura made herself look away from his face to see that Naruto was entirely on the money with his nickname for the man. His hand was so far up Hinata's ass he could be wearing her pants like a glove.

'… but if you give me your number I could text you and we could set up a time and place?'

'Did you just ask for my number?' Sakura asked, a smile curling onto her face.

'Depends,' Naruto said, his own smile getting just a little coyer. He pointed at one of her hands. 'That drink for me?'

She glanced down at the two glasses. 'Yes.'

'Then yes,' he said simply, taking the drink from her gently. 'I am.'

His fingers trailed over hers as he pulled away, and it was like electricity shot up her spine and down between her legs.

'Give me your phone.'

Naruto chuckled, his hand already going to his pocket.

She guessed coming out tonight had been worth it after all.


AN: Do you guys have any idea how hard it is to write someone being smooth like that when you yourself are the most awkward of ducks? Cos I do.

I'm also giving out cookies for anyone who picks out the cameos. No you don't get one for Hinata lol.

Should be back to our normal one a day after this.

Ta ra.