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While You Were Out	By : Mishka00 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Sasuke/Sakura Views: 2556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-While You Were Out
- 2-Snow-Pocalypse
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I do not own Naruto, nor do i make any kind of profit on this story....

While you were out

"Snow-pocalypse"

What started as a light drizzle quickly shifted into a torrential downpour of snow and ice. We were caught in a literal tempest with no hopes of escape until the threshold of snow around the perimeter subsided.
Kakashi-sensei was back in Konoha. He hadn't taken the mission with us on the excuse of training his new students, who were fresh out of the academy. Though, he would most likely ditch them as well and lock himself in his apartment. The poor Genin didn't know what they were getting themselves into with the lazy sap as their teacher.
Yamato-taichou was taking place as captain of team Kakashi for the first time in two years. This would have been all well and good if it weren't for the storm. We were stranded in Mist Country and it seemed as if our mission would not be accomplished after all. We had traveled for three days until now to intercept an official client on his way to General Azuki. It was believed that he had information that would prove useful for Tsunade-shishou when she began her and Suna's coup over Mist. With the whispers of war coming, we needed to be ready for an invasion. If an invasion was even on its way, that is.
Sakura was thankful for Yamato-taichou's presence, for if he wasn't there they would most likely have frozen overnight. He had used his famous Mokuton no jutsu to fortify a small, warm structure of thick wood and earth. It would be virtually invisible to any enemy ninja who were to pass by. It seemed that the entire structure was covered in snow. From an outside perspective, it would appear to be a large hill of thick ice. But she could almost say that she wished her old sensei was there as well. As it was, Yamato-taichou could keep them warm and lead the way just as well as Kakashi-sensei; but architecture and warmth weren't enough to keep this team together. He could not command the two other males on this team the way Kakashi-sensei had. Naruto was an idiot who could be manipulated into any argument at the drop of a hat, and Sasuke didn't respect anyone's authority besides Kakashi's and his own. As per usual, said two were bickering and starting fights with any given opportunity which caused Yamato-taichou to stress more than was already necessary.
The rosette woman would never have guessed their temporary Jonin leader was deathly afraid of blizzards. He would flinch at each crash of thunder and huddle closer to the fire the darker the sky became. In fact, he didn't seem all that thrilled to be in Hidden Mist territory in the first place. Perhaps it was a past experience that caused one of the most feared and revered Jonin in Konoha to be reduced into a dribbling puddle of tears over a little bit of snow. Well, a lot of snow. But that was beside the point.
It seemed as if it was her job to keep things running smoothly for the night, or however long it took for the hail to cease. She could only hope that Naruto and Sasuke would listen to her long enough to not kill each other. She could tell the two's sanity would not last long together in a confined space.
Sakura gazed into the fire, extending her hands forward to keep the bitter cold from her fingers, and pondered how to calm everyone- especially Yamato-taichou.
The fire crackled and popped minutely, the heat encircling her hands. She gazed at her fingertips. The light from the fire had turned the ends of them red, almost as if they were translucent. She remembered when she used to take her small flashlight and stick it in her father's nose to see the same red, semi-transparency as a Genin. How immature she had been...
She doubted she could get Sasuke to listen to her, seeing as he still seemed to view her as she had been then, no matter how much she showed him of her changes. Naruto would be easy enough, but why would someone as multifaceted as the raven haired man take advice from someone as ambisinister as herself?
"Shut up! Sasuke-teme!" Naruto practically yelled, making Yamato-taichou flinch once more. He was always the thrawn one. Good thing there was no one to hear him for miles around their perimeter...
"Make me, Naruto-dobe." Sasuke replied challengingly in that infamous, monotonous, steely, sultry voice of his... Sakura shook her head clear. Those kinds of thoughts were not for kunoichi on missions. 'Shinobi rule #25: A shinobi must never show emotion, no matter what the circumstances. Emotions are a weakness that serve only to cloud the shinobi's judgment,' Sakura thought idly. This rule was repeated in her mind so often... She had given up hope on the stoic man before he had even returned to Konoha after all those years. After all the pain he had caused those closest to him, she could not forgive him as easily as Naruto obviously had.
Furthermore, it seemed that the ones who loved him most were the ones who ultimately suffered in the end. He was a rock that they broke themselves against.
Sakura had become neurotic about not becoming like that again, though she couldn't deny to herself that the feelings she once held were still there- hidden beneath the other things that had taken its place in his absence. Underneath her new-found independence, strength, self-esteem, and fierce passion for those she had become near to, there was still that little Genin with a violent thirst for the cold man. But, now, they weren't infatuation. They were wanting.
Whenever she was around him and was inanimate enough, her mind seemed to occupy itself by shoveling these feelings back to the forefront of her consciousness and sub-consciousness alike. Whenever she was away from him for some time after missions and training, however short that time was, she spent almost all of that time trying to bury it again in the same abused soil at the back of her mind. It felt like, directly after spending so much effort to organize all of it, he would show up and chaos would ensue inside her once again.
In a way so recurring that it was almost crude, he was constantly on her mind.
Sakura shook her head more wildly than before, remembering what she was supposed to be focused on. Naruto and Sasuke were still arguing over who could beat whom in a duel and Yamato-taichou was currently moved to the fetal-position, breathing deeply and slowly. Perhaps a drink would do some good. It would certainly calm the most highly strung of them. The four Jonin were so disparate it was a surprise to Sakura how they were considered by a vast majority of Konoha to be the best working team other than the Legendary Sannin. Which, everyone knows how that team ended up working out in the end...
The female Jonin rifled through her bag until she grasped what she had been searching for. The flames reflected in the chrome shell molded around the flask. It had been a present from Kakashi-sensei when she had turned eighteen a few weeks ago. She hadn't used it yet and it seemed a fitting time to break it in. Under regular conditions, she wouldn't think about bringing alcohol on a mission. This had been the exception. She knew there was to be snow in this region during the first few days of the month, though she would never had guessed at the heavy amount. She had underestimated the percentage of precipitation by a large sum. The only reason she packed the flask was because she had a little extra room in her duffel and a tiny amount of alcohol could keep her warm without affecting her accuracy on the battlefield. But, seeing how they were in a 'safe-house' for the night, boozing a little wouldn't hurt anyone.
It was up to her so stop the bickering before it became too out of hand. She had to give it a shot. She took a deep breath and tilted the flask back between her lips, taking in a few gulps. "Naruto," She captured his attention after calling his name a few times, getting louder with each repeat and interrupting his argument. He looked at her with a stupid expression. "Do you want some, too?" she asked, holding the chrome container out towards his person.
"Nah, Sakura-chan. Thanks though. The Dobe's getting on my nerves and I'm gonna' go to bed….." he glanced towards Yamato-taichou again. "Yamato-sensei, why don't you come too? You're stessin' me out, man…" he gently lifted up the older man and lead him away, gliding silently past Sakura and the black eyed Uchiha, to the separate rooms deeper in the wooden structure.
The silence was awkward, in her opinion. Sasuke was probably just peachy-keen in the pregnant quiet of the room. He was used to such things. The rosette haired woman nervously flung her arm towards him, holding the flask out in offering. He stared into the fire for a moment longer, and then seemed to decide to perceive what she was presenting him. He stared blankly in disinterest for a moment again then took the bottle from her, making sure not to touch her hand in the process. This was always the same. He barely ever made bodily contact with her of any sort unless it was to pull her out of the way of a kunai or explosion in battle. Even then, it was short and he would push her away almost immediately afterward.
Said man gulped down the strong liquid in the same fashion as Sakura had and stared back into the fire, stoic again. He handed it back to her, gazing at the frost covered window for fear of looking at her face. He never smiled anymore around her either.
When she was twelve, team seven had taken a mission to Mist territory. It was similar to this trip, but without the snow. They had been derailed that night and forced to camp in the woods. It was the first time she had built a fire before on her own. She had struggled with it at first, but got the hang of it in the end. Naruto and Sasuke had sat and watched, snickering to one another that she would never be able to do it. She proved them wrong. The fire had stood, bright and strong, that chilly night. She had protested loud and clear into the sky her happiness. "I make fire!" she had gestured stiffly with her fists towards the flames- using a perfect caveman voice and pounding on her chest like a boy. "Me! I make fai-ya! Ooh!" This had earned a hysterical Naruto and one elusive smile from the young Uchiha.
That was the first and only time he had smiled at her. It was in that moment that her infatuation turned into love. That one smile; she remembers it every time she builds a fire.
She wondered what to say. She wanted to ask him if he remembered that story as well, but decided not to waste his time with it. He most likely wouldn't recall such a thing and she didn't want to hear that something so mnemonic to her was so unimportant to him that he would cast it out of mind. That was a very long time ago, she thought to herself. Of course he won't remember such a stupid thing. It's redundant for you to do such a thing as well….
She looked to him but he was still staring into the fire once more. There was something about fires that seemed to captivate him. He would spend nights not sleeping at all; just staring into the dancing flames. She didn't know this until a mission together a month ago.
Naruto and Kakashi were needed in Konoha, so Sasuke and Sakura were sent as a two-man squad to a small village in Suna. She had woken in the middle of the night and quietly left her tent to fetch a drink of water, only to find the Uchiha himself sitting stubbornly by the fire still. His face had been more relaxed than she had seen before- more peaceful. His black eyes reflected the light so well that she had stared until she felt awkward- and even then- she kept staring. His eyes were mirrors that night.
He hadn't noticed her gaze until well after a shinobi of his caliber should have- he was so doused in whatever he had been thinking. He didn't say anything as he watched her fixed stare, and she didn't dare speak either. It was the first time she had welcomed the silence between them without intermission. His eyes were like intense pools of the blackest ink. They were tired, she noticed almost immediately. How long had it been since he last slept? How many nights of their mission had he sat by that fire until morning broke through the horizon? She asked him once and he just said, "It's dangerous out here at night. I'm keeping watch for enemy ninja." It had flattered her that he was staying up all night to keep her safe; it was the nicest thing he had ever said to her.
She gave everything to him that night. Body and soul. Everything.
She chugged a few more gulps and winced as it slid down her throat. Or did she wince from the memory? She could still recall that night so vividly that it hurt. That night…only one month ago. It seemed like ages since. That was the only time he had touched her like that; the only time anyone had touched her like that. She felt deprived of something detrimental now. Ever since, he kept more space between them than necessary.
He was hungry that night- needy, exhausted, frustrated. He had pushed her into her tent without concern in his roughness. He was not gentle. He was not loving. But she never protested in the slightest. She loved every minute of it. She could see in his eyes that ne needed it. He needed the instinctual, guttural lust to be fulfilled. She knew he wasn't lusting her….it was just who he was- she understood that. The man was a world-known criminal and lived on basic human needs for so long on the run from his captors. She couldn't expect him to return to Konoha as a regular ninja after so many years as an animal. He was a man, after all, and had needs- no matter how depraved or deprived.
She had whimpered when his calloused hands had harshly molded her body, but if he noticed, he didn't pull back or lighten his grip. He pressed her against himself with such force that she thought she would shatter. He never kissed her, though she had tried. His hand constrained on the small of her back as he began to untie the sash around her waist and she had taken it as opportunity to lift her lips towards his, but he had evaded. Her body was crushed to his with rage, but he ducked from her waiting lips to her pulse with gentle fervor. The compare in contrast between his hands and mouth were so different, it confused her. She wouldn't decide whether he was enraged or passionate with her.
But, still, she did not stop him.
When he bit down so crudely onto her neck and shoulders she did not fight him. When he licked and kissed the mark away, she moaned sultry words into his shoulder. He had liked that. She could tell from his next actions. He had dropped her night-shorts away and prodded her ass, grinding her hips into his own as hard as he could. She found it so erotic; the look on his face. His grimace of pleasure could have killed her, her heart slammed in her chest from the thrill it gave. She was gasping for breath before her shirt was even removed. It hadn't taken much time before this, too, was gone. He had grasped the side of her neck, still creating the heavenly friction between their hips moving, and dragged his palm down coarsely until his hand clenched the front of her thin, silk shirt. He watched her face, his own stern, as he tore the fabric away with a quick tug that left welts from the resisting fabric.
She would have cared if not for his keening ministrations. The friction between them was making her the needy one and she ground herself harder into him in time with his movements. He didn't like this as much as she had hoped. He wanted to be the one in control. He was not the kind of man to give back or let someone give to him. He took, plain and simple; and he took anything he wanted. After so long without a woman, he was in demand.
To punish her, he had held her hips to his tightly to refuse any more movement. She groaned in resentment, earning growl and yank of her hair. His fist was buried so deep in her tresses and mouth nuzzled so breathily against her shoulder and neck that she couldn't think anymore. All that registered in her mind were his movements. She tried again to move herself against him, grabbing around his back and onto his shoulders for stability and aid, but his grip was too strong. She couldn't help but defy him when he would leave her burning in such a way. Another yank of hair and a downward spiral towards the ground.
He had pushed her onto her elbows and knees on her sleeping bag, one hand restraining her wrists so she could not lift off of her elbows, the other grasping her hip in place. She didn't know what he was planning to do, but she found her immovability quite enjoyable. This was precisely concerning because she was intrigued by being dominated by him so thoroughly.
"Should I tie you up and make you take it?" he whispered brutally into her ear, panting and grinding into her backside. "Or are you going to be a good girl?" His voice sent a slight tremor down her body with the sheer truth in his words and she shivered slightly, hoping he didn't notice, but his eyes missed nothing. He surprised her next.
His expert hand snaked around her waist and his nimble fingers rubbed her through her panties. Her hips bucked in surprise and she gasped shortly in shock, not expecting the Uchiha to do such a thing. His hand tightened around her wrists. She felt a thrill through her at her vulnerable position. He was so much larger than her he seemed to loom over her body in a show of power. She had never been able to imagine Sasuke in such a way. To think of the man in heated throes seemed absurd. She would never have believed the man could get hard if the proof wasn't grinding slowly and roughly into her backside.
She didn't know anything about sex or what they were doing, but he obviously did. Plus, she didn't know if he was being serious about tying her up, but it seemed a lot more pleasurable than being 'a good girl', as he put it.
She ground back into him as hard as she could and waited for her punishment with a smirk, but all she acquired was the sound of his sharp intake of breath. She liked it even more than what his hands were doing….almost. She did it again and waited for another grading noise from the man's throat but the noise came as a whimper from her own as he bit down on her upper back and rubbed her faster. She hardly registered that the moans and pants she heard were from herself.
She could feel his smirk against her back. He didn't kiss the marks away this time, but she didn't give a damn. What he was doing with his fingers was the single most amazing thing she had ever experienced in her life. But, it ended all too soon when he removed his hands from her wrists and core to her hips and thighs. He pulled her knees out from under her in one swift motion and twisted her so as to flip to her back, but he was on her again as soon as she realized what had happened.
His body covered hers effortlessly, sucking her collarbones and opening her thighs as wide as they would go. She found herself a little disappointed that he didn't seem to intend to tie her up, but forgot the thought as he pressed himself against her once again. "Nh….mmmmm…" her mouth produced syllables that didn't exist.
"Sakura." He breathed warningly. She knew what he was saying. After so many years of one-worded sentences from him, she could understand fairly well what he needed without his having to say it all. She took a deep breath and nodded in consent.
She hadn't noticed he had removed his shirt until that moment while he stretched her panties to the side, not removing them in his haste. He trusted into her without candor, covering her mouth to keep her sharp cry as muffled as possible. Nobody would hear, with how far out they were, but she supposed he just didn't want to hear it. She could tell he tried to slow down for her but, just as earlier, his passion split like lightning into disturbingly bitter movements and he couldn't help himself.
It was the first time she had ever fought him; this wasn't what she had wanted- she didn't like this. Sakura pressed her hands onto his chest to push him away but he didn't seem to notice. She was like a light breeze against a brick wall. She hadn't realized before how much stronger than her he was. Now she could feel the danger from him that she should have felt like the other villagers did. She was afraid of him, she realized. Her arms snaked up his back to his shoulders where her nails raked as hard as they could, breaking the skin in her panic. "Sasuke…" she pleaded but almost choked on her next word as he gave one particularly hard thrust and covered her cry once again with his hand.
She tried to order him to stop, but her voice was so broken that she couldn't understand herself. Her nails dug harder, and he groaned in what seemed like pleasure. He liked it and thrust hard again, hoping she would repeat it some more. She was not in the throes of passion anymore. She finally realized that the passion was all in her mind. There were no longer any loving kisses in her thoughts, there was just this unrecognizable man moving above her-grunting and panting; taking everything she had in herself.
She didn't fight anymore, on fear that it would instigate him more. He enjoyed roughness, so she would wait silently until he was done. She would be still and bare the punishment of trusting such a man so quickly. What did she expect after he had tried to kill her while under the rule of Madara only three months before that? But she couldn't help it. She would always love him, no matter what.
His hand over her mouth was bruising and his body became rigid after a few more thrusts. She was happy it finally ended, but scared of what would happen now that he was finished with her. Even if he acted like this, she still wanted him. She just didn't know if she would be able to look him in the eye at that moment. She felt ashamed in herself, though she knew she shouldn't.
He paused with his face in the crook of her neck to catch his breath and Sakura idly wondered what she would do about contraception. She wasn't on the pill and didn't think about the protection of a condom. She felt like a downright imbecile. The shame brought tears of their own streaking down her temples and cheeks. She knew he would feel them dribble onto his face momentarily, but didn't care in the slightest at that moment. All she cared about was screaming to the sky. A loud, cracking sob tore from her throat into his hand.
He seemed to realize his hand was still pressing her head into the ground, keeping her from moving away. His eyes seemed to widen as he snatched his hand back and looked away from her face. His body rolled from hers to her right side. She mustered up the courage to peek at him from the corner of her eye when her sobs quieted down after a while. He was still lying there. If he had left, she wouldn't have noticed. He lay on his back, his face in his hands.
If Sakura hadn't known him better she would think he was crying. "Sasuke-" she was about to apologize but he got up swiftly, tugged his pants back on, and left the tent in the blink of an eye. She should have known that that was what would have happened, but she didn't think it through. Ino had told her that it hurt the first time; said that men couldn't stop themselves in that position. She knew that Sasuke was cold and aloof. She knew, deep down, that this would have ended badly- but she wanted him so bad that she didn't care at the time. Now, she realized that her decision affected not only her. He would never forgive himself. She knew that and that he would never speak of it.
She could hear him pacing outside his own tent, something he did when he was pissed off, and hear the crash of a heavy and metal object outside being thrown into a tree. She guessed it was the large cooking cauldron over the fire that was still faintly flickering. His hands would be burned, she thought.
She had been too cowardly to face him- too cowardly to say anything to him at all- and stayed in the tent.
The next morning, when she dressed and left the tent to continue with the mission as planned, he was staring at the dead embers of the fire. The cauldron was twenty feet from the fire pit and the small spruce tree that had been in its way was un-rooted.
He seemed calmer than the night before, staring more deeply into space. He noticed her presence but didn't look at her this time. She had slowly made her way toward him, grasping his hands to heal him. He let her do what she wanted, not fighting back as he usually would have. He didn't speak; his face never changed. She wanted to say something- anything, but feared it would only make matters worse.
The walk to the village was even colder. It was especially awkward since she had to find herself a 'morning after' pill at the small pharmacy. The clerk was old and couldn't hear very well. She had tried to be as silent as possible, but the old man kept asking her to speak up. She finally surrendered and spoke it plain and clear, glancing towards the Uchiha to see his face. He was leaning on the wall a few feet to her right, arms crossed and eyes closed. For a moment she thought she saw him flinch.
That was the night it all began. His evasions of any bodily connection, lack of eye contact, he didn't speak to her... Hell! He never even protested when she healed him at all anymore. These were such strange occurrences that even the clueless Naruto knew something was up. Even when she insisted on healing his superficial scrapes, just for a reason to touch him, he did not object. He let her do whatever she wished when he usually would have called her a demeaning name and walked away. It was as if this was his way of apologizing; by staying as far away as possible. And when he couldn't get far away in person, he would do it in mind. He wasn't there when he was there.
Like now. She had been staring off into space for so long and he was still staring into the fire. It could have been hours that she was remembering such things; she had lost herself in the thought. She gurgled down some more shots, trying to obtain some courage to say something to him. She hadn't tried to speak to him yet to resolve the issue. Every time she would be about to, she would punk out. A coward through and through, she thought.
She handed the falsk back to him. He took it silently and carefully once more without any contact and gulped down a healthy helping as if he was as strung out in thought as she was. She wondered idly how long he would be staring into the fire this time. He hadn't slept in days. She knows now why not. The nightmares seem to haunt him. Only she knew. Only she had heard him cry out in his sleep before. It was their secret. It was unspoken...just like that night.
She wondered, as well, how long it had been since he was with a woman again after what had happened. He kept himself so busy with missions nowadays that it seemed he didn't allow himself the time for that. She couldn't help but think about it. She had never been angry with him, after all. He was the one who was angry about it, as ironic as that was. She still wanted him as much as she did before, but how could she tell him that? She guessed that she could throw it out there casually…. "So, Sasuke kun, how do you think the mission's going so far? Oh! And by the way, my passion for you is almost as powerful as my obsession." Hmmmm. She was sure that would go smoothly (insert sarcasm here).
Besides, he always responded more coherently to actions rather than words. With that and liquid courage coursing through her veins, she lifted herself lithely from her wooden chair and sauntered towards him. He wasn't expecting it, she guessed, because he looked quickly into her eyes then looked away after realizing his slip-up. Even when she stood directly in front of him, his gaze kept forward, looking through her. When she leaned forward, he did nothing to stop her, as she knew the wouldn't. But, when her lips gently pressed against his, his body seemed to come to life once more and he gently pushed her back while touching her with just the tips of his fingers for as short a time as possible.
The look he gave her made her feel like a child caught stealing cookies before dinner. It also invigorated her. His eyes were as dark and smoldering as ever, this time with warning instead of lust. She wished it was the other way. She wanted to live that night over and over again. She would do it differently. She wouldn't make him feel guilty. She brought it on herself; she wanted it. How would she make him realize that?
"I want you." She whispered so quietly it was almost nothing. He pressed his lips together, either to keep from yelling or something else, she wasn't sure. His face was still so stoic, even with the concentration in the set of his mouth and the grim line of his brow. "Stop frowning at me, because it's really not much of a turn on." she spoke softly for lack of anything else to say. He acted like she was repugnant and even being by her was a challenge that a god wouldn't be able to face alone.
He gave her a leveled gaze for a moment then sighed, looking back through her again. "No, Sakura." His voice was so flat and uncaring, it flared a little anger inside her.
"If this is about you feeling guilty for-" she changed her path of conversation when she saw his glare. "That was nothing. Really." She smiled a small smile, hoping he'd buy it.
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
"You."
"That does not inspire me to believe you." He thought she was lying to him and herself.
He still wouldn't look at her either. She decided to be bold and leaned forward, as if to kiss him again, but he fell back- keeping two inches open between their lips. She grabbed him through his pants, rubbing him- as if it would convince him she was telling the truth.
"Does that inspire you?" she attacked his mouth, moaning into him. She had missed this, even though she had only had it once before...
Sasuke broke the kiss as soon as he could without hurting her and grabbed her wrist to stop her advancements through his pants, then fixed her with a thunderous glare. "Sakura, knock it off!" he growled under his breath through gritted teeth, trying not to wake the others. But she could see his resolve wavering. His grasp on her wrist was just strong enough to keep her in check, but not hurt her. It was controlled. She could use that to her advantage. It he didn't want to hurt her it would make it easier for her to ensue. He wouldn't be able to push her off without hurting her somehow.
She leaned forward again, pretending another kiss, but crawled onto his lap. The hand he had wrapped around her wrist was pressed into her core through her panties, but his grip did not falter. She realized again how much larger he was than her. His fingers alone overlapped each other while around her arm. The first time she noticed this, she was frightened. But, now it brought a sort of dangerous thrill. She knew Sasuke and knew that he would not hurt her now if he could help it. The last time was just a fluke. He had been in an unstable state and she had, even knowing that, instigated everything.
Maybe that was why he wouldn't touch her again. Maybe last time was just someone he could fuck and get what he wanted. What if he wasn't attracted to her at all, really?
"You don't want me?" she whispered and licked the shell of his ear. The raven haired man didn't move. She pressed her core against the hand incasing her own so that she could move her arm somehow. As she pressed into his hand, she was able to move hers marginally more to press into him. She could see his indecision and swept it to the edge. She knew the places he liked to be touched.
Sakura tilted her head to capture one lobe and felt his hand become involuntarily lax in his distraction. She used this as opportunity to delve deeper, unzipping his pants hastily and releasing him from his boxers. Her other hand was busy running up his shirt to the place he liked best. She could feel small scars that her fingernails had made on his upper back and shoulder blades. Her nails raked firmly down his spine, earning a slow intake of breath. She could feel him becoming increasingly aroused, but it wasn't enough. She wanted him again. All of him.
His hands made their way to her rear and pressed her more into his lap, her hand pumped him faster- keeping him aroused, but not satisfied with the speed. He panted and laid his forehead on her shoulder, trying to clear his head.
"Sakura…..stop." he repeated but pulled her deeper to himself.
"Then give me what I want." She ordered him. She slowed her hand slightly, making him groan in disappointment. She would drive him until he gave in. It was close now. An Uchiha didn't take keenly to being ordered around or played with. She wondered if he liked dirty talk.
"Do you like to know you're the only one who gets to fuck me?" she whispered huskily in his ear and pumped him a little faster. He became noticeable harder than a moment ago. His hands moved from her rear to grasp the back of her thighs for support.
"Don't you want a sex slave for the night? I'm yours." He groaned and grimaced, his head fell to rest on the back of the chair. His hips thrust slightly into her hand and she pumped a little harder again. He just needed a little more and he would be gone…
"Mmm. How do you want me? On my knees? On my back? You choose." With the last word she raked her nails down his spine and captured his lonely lobe again. The grasp on her thighs tightened marginally and his hips jerked upwards into her hand now, groaning into her hair. His growl was cacophonous when she suddenly stopped pumping him and grabbed a fist full of his raven locks, jolting his head back and speaking into his neck between bites and gentle sucks. She was never one for dirty talk but it seemed to pay off. To tell the truth she would never have known what to say- all her lines were form the infamous Ino.
She placed herself above his hardness and rubbed herself against him, not letting him enter her yet. "Hn, Sasuke-kuuun," she purred. "Do things to me that I've only fantasized about." she ordered into his jaw, the words vibrating against his skin. "Ah, come on. Show me how a real man fucks…." She went on. "Or I'll just have to find Naruto if you're not up to i-" That was all he needed- the breaking point.
He muffled her mouth again as he pulled her hips down over his, earning another sharp cry. But her cry wasn't of pain and it was his lips that muffled her noises. He knew that he should silence her, for she may wake the others, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear her scream and know that this time it wasn't of pain. He wanted the others and anyone else who heard to know that she was his, that it was him who was doing this to her- making her moan in ecstasy. Her hips were honey, moving in time with his thrusts. She was just as tight as the first time and, just like the first time, he couldn't control himself.
And, just like the first time, Sakura loved every minute of it. She loved it because she made sure.
She will never be ignored.
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