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When Cherry Blossoms Fall	By : inuyoukai8 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5805 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Lollipops. Simple things really. So easy to find. Bright, colorful, innocently, sugary confections on a stick. The bane of Shikamaru’s existence for the last several months. And it was all HER fault. ~ Sakura headed home from her shift, a bundle of medical files under her arm. Being Tsunade’s apprentice was a great honor and joy for her, even though it often meant long hours of work and research. She would do it though. She had promised herself…for their sake. She entered her apartment, setting the files on the coffee table and moved to open the door to her small balcony. How nice it was to just stand in the breeze for a moment. Glancing over at the clock, she sighed, just enough time to shower before the guys arrived. Somehow Thursdays had become the official grab take-out and meet at Sakura’s for dinner night. A tradition that was closely followed unless she was on a mission. Ah well. She loved time with them. Moving on tired feet, she headed to the kitchen, pulling out the set number of plates, glasses and chopsticks. She flipped on her stereo as she passed it. Then she double checked the lock to make sure they could get inside before heading off to her bathroom to shower the tension of the day away. Shikamaru arrived first as always, claiming that waiting around outside was troublesome. He opened the door after a single knock and entered the apartment on silent feet. He could hear the shower from the hall and the soft voice of his host while she sang. He smiled to himself when she didn’t quite hit the high note. He set his offering of foods on the table and toed off his sandals at the door. Then he took over his usual spot, the corner of Sakura’s over stuffed couch. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. There were so many things that her apartment offered each of them. Solace, refuge, a warm meal, a warmer smile. Peace. She had always made sure that her home felt like theirs when they came. For him, it was more tactile than that. He loved the scent of her apartment. A mixture of clean air from the window, the green tea and jasmine oils she used to scent the rooms. The lemon of the furniture polish. And at times like these, the scent of orchids coming from her shampoo. The softness of her rugs under his toes, the silk of her throw pillows. The utter contentment he felt here. With her. Always with her. Only with her. He heard the water shut off and sighed softly. What was he going to do? Sakura dried herself, figuring that she had company by now. She pulled on a pair of cropped sweat shorts and a large t-shirt. One of Sai’s maybe…. She couldn’t be sure, she often nicked shirts from them, they were just more comfortable. She was just pushing her hair up to secure it in a clip when she stepped into the living room. Her eyes fell on the lazy nin at once and she smiled softly though she knew he couldn’t see it. “Hey Shika” His arm was thrown over his eyes, “Yo” came the soft reply. She chuckled at him, lazy man. Beautiful man. She reached over to ruffle his ponytail lightly and he made a soft tch sound. His eyes locking on her. She laughed, heading for the fridge, “Juice?” “Mmm” he grunted. She bent over to retrieve the container from the bottom shelf, unknowingly giving Shikamaru a good look at her legs, and the curve of her bottom. “Pineapple or raspberry?” He blinked coming back to himself, “Either” She put the pineapple back and began to pour two glasses of the crimson liquid. “Brought work home with you again I see” he said then. She glanced at the folder, “Oh yeah” she replied, “You know I have been doing some research and I think that there might be a better use for chakra to minimize poisons medically” He listened as she chattered away, a small smile teasing his lips. Just as she turned back to him, glasses in hand, the door flew open. “Sakura-Chan!” Naruto sang out, stepping to the apartment, Sai and Kakashi right behind him. They took off their shoes, dropping food on the table. Sakura laughed to Shikamaru and rolled her eyes, setting the glasses down to fill three more. “Sakura” Kakashi said then and she glanced up to meet his happy eye crinkle, “I am leaving on a mission in about an hour. But I didn’t forget these” He lifted a small bag into view, “Picked them up with my new book” She peeked into the bag and smiled brightly, “Oh you are the best!” she said, leaning into brush a kiss against his cloth covered mouth, “I was nearly out” Shikamaru didn’t have guess what they were, since she stuck her hand into the bag, drew out a lollipop and slid it into her clip for later. Kakashi grinned under his mask. No one questioned the closeness of the people in her home. Combat and years had woven strong bonds between each. “Kakashi. At least eat before you leave” she insisted. He nodded, catching up a plate, “Come on then” he said to the rest, “Lets eat!” Once the plates were loaded they would usually wander to the living room, taking a variety of seats, some on the floor and eat and talk and just enjoy each other. Naruto noticed the folders, “Sheesh Sakura-chan” he groaned, “You really need to start relaxing at home. Not work.” She waved in a careless manner. “Bet, she’s tense from all day too” Sai quipped. Naruto ran his palm over her shoulder and nape, “Hey yeah” Sakura moaned softly as his clever fingers worked the tension away. Ahh, how nice to have her boys spoil her. She smiled up at him a few minutes later and leaned her head against his leg, “Thanks” He gave a wide grin, “Anything for my buddy” She chuckled. Naruto had become her very best friend over the years. In fact she was still patting herself on the back for finally getting the blonde and Hinata together. Now if she could only do it for herself. ~~ Two hours later, dishes done, Sai and Naruto left. Shikamaru was on her couch again, muttering that moving when he was full was too troublesome. She didn’t mind. She gathered her files and moved to sit beside him on the couch. Shika closed his eyes. He heard the soft shuffling of papers as she read. How peaceful. And then… The sound… THAT sound. *crinkle crinkle* He held his breath. *crinkle crinkle* He cracked one eye open to see the pink roundness of the lollipop vanish into her mouth. Slowly she twirled the stick and slid it from her mouth. He watched as her lips blossomed around the candy, her tongue sliding over it, before sucking it again. How he hated lollipops. He knew she adored them. As such he had seen this several times. Each time he became hyperaware of her actions. Some parts of him more than others. Sakura glanced up to see his eyes on her. She pulled the sucker out of her mouth. “Shika?” she asked, drawing his eyes back to hers, “I’m sorry. Would you like one?” He shook his head and she shrugged, returning to her reading. He knew what would happen next. She had a pattern. He had noticed it. Suck. Twirl. Lick. Lick. Suck. And then, sometimes she did the one thing that shattered any semblance of concentration he might have had. Made him harden painfully. She would run the candied sphere against her lower lip, leaving a slight sheen of sugared flavor before catching the bit of flesh between her teeth and licking it away only to repeat the action again. And her lower lip would grow red, moist and just a little swollen, begging to be rescued, begging to be kissed. He bit back a groan when she did once, twice. The third time he reacted. Leaning in to lap at her lower lip with a soft growl, she felt more than heard. Green eyes snapped wide at the bold move, the heated texture of his tongue against her mouth making her gasp. Shikamaru gently slid his tongue across her teeth, barely brushing her own tongue in that moment. Delighting in the silken softness of her mouth, the flavor of her palate and the hint of candy. Sakura shuddered at the feeling even as the lazy nin withdrew. Her mind a jumbled mass of confusion and growing desire. Shikamaru watched the becoming blush travel across her cheeks and throat and smirked as it vanished below her collar. “Shika” Sakura said softly, drawing his attention back, “I really can get you one of your own.” He arched a brow at her playful tone, “Stop playing dumb” he said bluntly, “I want THAT one”. Reaching over he neatly plucked the stick from her slender fingertips. Before she could react, she found herself draped over his lap staring up into amused eyes. “Shika” she whispered softly. He held her eyes as he took a lazy lick of her sucker. That one small action making her think along lines she shouldn’t have. Shika withdrew the candy from his mouth to brush it against her lower lip. Her tongue slipped out to meet it. Shika cupped her neck in the crook of his arm and lifted her back to his mouth. His tongue replacing the candy, following it’s path on her flesh. “Lets not do this anymore” he whispered against slightly sticky flesh, “Pretend that we are just friends”. Then he sucked the flesh clean and Sakura moaned softly. She met his eyes when he pulled back and swallowed hard, “Um, Shika…” He saw it there, in her eyes. The wonder, the fear and he wanted to kill Uchiha Sasuke in that moment a thousand times over. It was his fault. Entirely his. Sakura was afraid of love, afraid of trusting someone with her heart and so she always sabotaged her own relationships before they got too far. Sad part was she didn’t even know she was doing it. But Shika, Sai and the rest of her friends did. Pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth he sighed, “I’m not him Sakura. I won’t leave.” And he kissed her, a wild and forceful kiss that raged through her like wildfire. Soft lips meshing, heated breath mingling with the softest trace of sugar. Her hand slid to his nape, nails scratching lightly. He groaned, angling his head to take his kiss deeper. Sakura moaned into his mouth feeling his fingers splay in her hair and across her jaw. When they broke apart for much needed air, he pressed his forehead to hers. Eyes closed. Sakura lay panting in his arms, heart beating a frantic pace. “I can’t do this anymore” Shika announced, snapping Sakura from her stupor. “Shika?” He lifted up and away from her, keeping her in position with an arm over her waist. “I can’t pretend that this is good enough. That I don’t think about you all the time. That I don’t want more.” Green eyes went wide at his words, “You never said anything” His eyes rolled towards the ceiling, “Tch, thought you would have figured it out by now. Troublesome.” She smiled softly, feeling warmth move into her chest, “Why don’t you tell me exactly what it is you want?” She waited, expecting soft declarations of love. “You” he whispered, “Naked.” She blinked, mouth falling open, her hand curling into a fist, “What? Why you little per…” He covered her mouth with his hand and chuckled at her outrage, “In time.” he admitted, “I want you to be with me Sakura. Just me. Don’t you get tired of pushing everyone away? I might be lazy but I’m not stupid. This, you and me, could work.” She tensed in his arms wanting to believe, wanting to hope. Somehow knowing better than to try. ‘The last time you tried to love someone, really love them, look what happened’ she silently reminded herself. But had that been love? Or just the childhood illusion of it? No, she had died when he left. That was love. And love plain stunk. She met confident eyes and bit her lip, “I don’t know..” she began, her hand making a helpless gesture, “I don’t really have such good luck when it comes to these things.” He smiled gently, “Doesn’t take luck Sakura” he told her, “Takes strategy and determination. Like planning for battle.” She arched a brow, “Well.. I’ve never heard of a relationship referred to like that. Doesn’t sound all that convincing.” He chuckled as he sat her up on his lap to straddle him. Face to face he began to teach her. “Anything involving more than one person or entity can be considered from a strategic standpoint. Right now I am the aggressor, I have a clearly defined objective.” “And I would be the defender?” He nodded, “Exactly. You seek to deny me what I want, so I have to plan and gauge. Every move must be based on the reactions I expect to get from you.” She looked less than thrilled, “Wow, that dampens the magic of dating.” He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to her ear, breathing softly against the whorl. Sakura shivered lightly and he smirked against her skin. “I know what you are afraid of” he went on, “Those fears have given you a rock solid defense. You can hold out against almost anyone.” She smiled then, “Guess that means you don’t have a chance huh?” He smirked then and leaned back against her couch, “You think?” She cocked her head at him, wondering what he was thinking of. She reached out to recapture her lollipop, twirling it between her fingers. “Not at all.” he assured her, “Every defense has a weakness, even yours.” She lapped at the candy, noting that his eyes followed the light sweeps of her tongue. “And?” He leaned forward to brush a chaste kiss against her lips, “The weakness that comes from the inside”. She looked slightly confused but accepted another kiss. His presence feeling comforting and natural with her own. “What’s inside?” She breathed. He nipped her bottom lip, “Me”. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, pressing his face to the underside of her chin, raining nibbling kisses there. “Let go” he murmured against her throat, “Trust me. I’ve never given you a reason not to, so don’t hold me to the line he made.” His final words shattered her and she found herself nodding, clinging to him. Shikamaru pressed his lips to hers again, teeth finding her abused lower lip and holding it hostage as he gently sucked on it. One hand slid over her jaw as he trailed nipping kisses over her lush mouth. Tongue stroking at the tender corner, making her gasp. Sakura shivered as his mouth slid to her cheek and further on. His teeth catching her earlobe, tugging it lightly. Her legs pressed together as she sought to ease the growing ache. Her hips shifted against his hips making him hiss. Slender fingers slid beneath the Chunin vest to splay against the well defined muscle beneath. When a curious fingertip slid against his nipple, Shika growled pulling her tongue into his mouth to suck on it. Sakura flushed hot, every small suction drawing moisture from her core. Shikamaru released her jaw to trace his knuckles over her cheek and along her neck. Even as he nibbled the opposite side. Her head fell back in the cradle of his elbow, forcing his attentions to the neglected patches of her throat. Her own lips blossomed against the warm flesh of his neck, tongue dancing against the pulse of his throat. His hand tightened at her waist and he let out a small hum of satisfaction. When his hand slid upwards, she tensed with want. However, the genius merely brushed his knuckles along the underside of her clothed breast. Her tongue toyed with his earring and she purred appreciatively when he palmed her. She was a perfect handful, neither too large nor too small. She was soft and heavy in his hand. Catching her nipple between two fingers, he pinched the peak lightly even as he kneaded her. She was still moaning when he upped the stakes, sliding beneath her shirt to repeat his actions on bare flesh. Fingertips drawing delicate swirls over her pale skin. “Shikamaru” she murmured when he drew close for another kiss, her hand on his chest holding him back. She ran her palm along his vest, “Do you really need this?” He shook his head as she rose from her position. He shrugged pulling the garment off, and then tugged his shirt off too. Holding his hand out to her, he beckoned her to return to his lap. Eager to pick up where he had left off. She shook her head, giving him a teasing smile, stepping back towards her hallway. He arched a brow in question, a small smirk forming on his lips. Her eyes were alight with mischief and desire. His pants suddenly felt three sizes too small. Before she could move, Sakura found herself pinned to the wall, caught against his longer body. One hand behind her head to protect her from any impact. His mouth was on hers, hot and hungry. Drawing sweet whimpers and moans from the lovely kunoichi trapped between him and the wall. Her hands were everywhere, soft touches of fire grazing over needful flesh. Her aggression nearly matching his now. Clearly she’d been alone for much too long. Not that he minded. If he had anything to do with it, he’d been remedying that in a most permanent way soon. He bit down on her neck making her cry out and clutch him closer to her body. Her hips rolled against his. Shika knew what she needed, reaching down, he caught her knee and lifted it, draping her leg over his hip. Lining them up nicely. He pulled back just long enough to pull Sai’s shirt off her form. He ducked back in for a breath stealing kiss. Sakura gasped as the contact of hot flesh to flesh. Her nipples hardening against the hard press and slide of his chest against her. She tightened her leg around him as he ground against her, his length bumping against the part of her needing him most. She moaned and panted as he teased her endlessly with his hands, his mouth, his body. Her hands slid into his hair to slide through dark strands that felt like silk against her fingers. His band came loose, those dark locks falling around his face. Making him look rougher, wilder. She cupped his face in her hands, fusing their mouths together with a soft mewl. “Sakura” he groaned as her nails slid lightly over his shoulders, down his chest to hook in the waistband of his pants. Her palm moved to brush against the hard length she found just south of his button. His jaw clenched at the sweet sensation. His palm flattened against her stomach, sliding down to tease at the tops of her panties, teasing back up to circle her belly button. Then lower again, dipping to tease against cropped curls, he felt the slight wetness that clung there and smiled against her. His mouth descended to press soft kisses around her collarbone. Tongue flickering to the small hollow there. This was his favorite part of a woman’s body. Something so easily seen but not easily caressed. Like a naughty joke that only he knew the punch line to. He moved lower to brush his smooth cheeks against the pale pillows of her breasts, breath teasing over pink buds. Her breath hitched, his mouth brushing the valley between them. Nibbling, nipping, his lips heightening her awareness and her arousal. Fingertips teased her curls again, the tender flesh just above them. Her body trembling in his grasp. “Shika!” she panted. His breath teased over her nipples again, “I haven’t even started yet” he chuckled. She cried out, her hands clasping his head to her when he lapped one tight peak. Sucking with gusty pulls of his mouth. Each tug echoing in the muscles of her core. His long fingers slid downwards once more, past candy colored curls to stroke bare lips, slick with want, swollen with need. Her head fell back against the wall, mouthing falling open on a sharp gasp as his fingers parted her, teasing her opening. Shikamaru gathered that silken wetness on his fingers before pressing higher to circle around her pearl. “Oh!” she mewled, jolting in his arms at the searing touch. Her leg tightening on him again. Sliding lower he pressed his fingertips just inside her opening, massaging the walls there. She groaned, grinding her hips downward seeking more. Shika backed off, unwilling to cut his play time short. He slid upwards to tease her nub again. Wringing panting cries from her. “Shika…Shi…Shi…” “I’ve got you Sakura” he soothed. Circling the fleshy bit again, feeling her jerk and writhe against him. He lifted his face from her chest to stare at her flushed face. “Look at me” he commanded softly. Her brow furrowed and she managed to obey him, green locking with brown. “Good. Stay with me now”. He urged, sliding two fingers into her welcoming heat, moving so slowly, “Do you feel me?” Her walls gripped him, drawing him deeper, “Ye… yess”. He set a rhythm with his hand, pumping and curling his fingers. Feeling her rock against him, her movements causing his hand to bump against his hardness. She bit her lower lip and he leaned forward, lapping at the bruised flesh. “Let me hear you” he coaxed. Her mouth opened on a cry that the shadow nin greedily swallowed. “Ah! Shika!” she cried out. “I know” he rumbled, “I have you.” He felt her ripple around his fingers and shoved deep, feeling the muscles clamp on him, keeping him inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she gave a strangled groan as she released. The hot rush of fluids meeting his hand. Slowly he let her leg slid off his hip, he slowly sank to his knees before her, taking her shorts as he went. A light tap to each ankle had her dutifully lifting her feet to get them off. Shikamaru looked up at the glazed eyes, the soaked curls and gently blew against the heated core of her. She jerked at the touch. He said nothing, merely lifted her leg over his shoulder and buried his face against her. Tongue sliding through drenched folds to find the salted slickness of her sex. Her hands flew to his hair, fingers clenching in his hair. Her eyes clenching shut at the erotic sight of the laziest ninja in Konoha devouring her like some rare fruit. His tongue speared through vibrant folds to flicker against her opening, wriggled higher to curl and press against her pearl. She jerked her hips against his face, his hands urging her motions. Her voice was strained, her breathing labored. Broken versions of his name pouring from her lips like rain from the sky. Her thigh shook violently against his cheek and he knew she was close. Her hands were alternating between stroking and pulling his hair. Who would have guess the lazy nin would take so much time? But she should have known. He liked to be the best at everything he did. To do something half assed was too troublesome. Then his tongue stabbed at her pearl making her back arch. Sakura shrieked as her orgasm ripped through her. Shika was on his feet an instant later, wiping his mouth on the back of his arms, one hand jerking his pants open, letting them drop to his ankles as his other arm lifted her up against the wall. Sakura let him drop her slowly until she felt the blunt head of his sex against her petals. Reaching one hand between them, she grasped him, making his head fall back. Slowly she palmed the head, trailed her fingers through the slick precum gathered there. With that hand she brought him to her opening and slowly impaled herself on the tip. Shika’s head fell to her shoulder, his other hand moving to brace her weight as he shifted forwards and upwards, filling her with his thick length. He thought he might die, his jaw clenching. Unused muscles refused him for one glorious moment before the hot liquid sheathe slowly expanded, allowing to enter fully. Hot flesh, sliding in slippery swipes over the head of his sex, to grasp the shaft and tug it deeper. Sakura moaned feeling how long and thick he was, he caused a moment of pain as her body decided to let him in, but he was more than worth it. He paused for a moment, hearing her small intake of breath. “Ok?” She nodded against him, “Please, Shika…move!” He didn’t need to be asked twice. He began to thrust against her, each action deep and sure. He angled his hips that each time he entered, his pubic bone would bump her pearl. The friction was delicious to them, the pace older than time. Need crawling under their sweaty flesh, like a burning itch that only the other could scratch. Sakura peppered his face with kisses. Shika bit her lower lip, angling his thrusts again to strike the ridge of flesh on her frontal wall. She eeped and then moaned. Her arms tightened on him and she used the wall as leverage to arch against him hard. She was too tight, too hot, he wasn’t going to last for very long. “Sakura… ughnn, so good.” One hand slid down to pinch her pearl. Her voice begging, pleading. “More! Faster! Harder!” The sounds of flesh slapping in the quiet room, panting breath, moans, groans, mewls and grunts. Like some orgasmic symphony, like dark magic. They crashed together. There would no doubt be bruises tomorrow. And then she came. Her stomach exploding in a white hot knot of need that scorched her entire being. She felt the slide of her juices on her thighs, and his lower stomach. And then he was groaning as he followed her over. His teeth finding purchase in her shoulder as he slammed into her, holding them tightly together. It took several long minutes before either one could move. Shika merely stepped out of his pants, Sakura tightening her grip on his hips as he staggered to her bedroom. “Nap” he muttered. But she was already dozing against his shoulder. He smiled softly as he put her in bed, crawling in after her.
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