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Back to Basics	By : AubreyWitch Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Sakura Views: 4594 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Well, I hadn't planned to continue this one further, but here it is. Sorry I didn't finish the lemon this chapter (but well shouldn't you guys be used to my half-assery by now??) Decided to go ahead and post it up as I'll be busy the rest of this week. BTW, Naruto and Sakura are being extra cute this chapter. :3 Enjoy?
�That hardly counts,� Sakura frowned in disapproval.

�Come on, Sakura-chan,� Naruto simpered�an effect which was mostly ruined as he was in the midst of stripping off the rest of his clothing. �Ninja are supposed to look beneath the underneath. S'not my fault if you didn't notice.�

He stepped out of his capris, baring himself fully before her and settled her with a look he hoped matched the ghost weight in the pit of his stomach.

�Besides,� he added, reaching down to brush a calloused palm along the underside of her jaw. His voice was thick with need and teasing. �I owe you one for tricking me like that.�

She blinked up at him, and he thought he might drown in those dark green eyes. But the draw of her mouth was stronger as a wide smile swept across her face�and he was struck with the memory of those pink lips wrapped around him, engulfing his entirety.

�I'd say we're even then, don'tcha think?�

�H-huh?� He didn't quite get her meaning, but something about that sugary-sweet grin was starting to rub at him. It held the slightest undertone of wickedness which felt somehow out of place. �How do you figure�?�

She reached up between his legs, fingers teasing along the underside of his balls in feather light caresses, lulling him even as they encircled his sack. And then he was suddenly on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks and barely able to gasp out, �I take it back.�

�What was that?�

�No fair.�

�I didn't hear you.� She gave another firm squeeze and he let out a sort of strangled grunt.

�Even,� he rasped. �I said we're even.�

She leaned close, purring her approval against his ear, �Good boy,� with an accompanying lick and when she'd pulled back again he offered her a half-scared look, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. But he couldn't deny that even the small act of her whispered teasing�the guttural edge to her voice and that hot breath against his skin�had made his cock snap to attention.

He finally understood the power that women possessed and why Jiraiya was going on about it all the time. Women held such power over men, and it was a very frightening thing.

�Up.�

She stood and he stood with her, lest he part with 'the boys' tragically too soon. She guided him toward the mouth of the hallway, toward the direction of her bedroom, and he followed, lacking much else to do. Why was his breathing so heavy? He didn't want to be led around like some kind of dog, he wanted to rip the rest of her clothing off and knead those pale breasts in his hands�squeeze them together and push them apart. He wanted to throw her down in the bed and touch and taste every inch of her body. He wanted to make her confess how much she wanted him and how much she wanted him inside of her.

�You never let me be cool.� He was whining again, but it was true. Sakura could be so unfair sometimes. He imagined differing scenarios where he summoned some helper clones to force her into the bedroom and a much more favorable (for him) position. Yeah, yeah, he'd use his ultimate ninja techniques and have her begging for his attention; he'd�

She turned to look at him, glancing over her shoulder with an almost-laugh turned smile at his complaint, and he couldn't help but smile back at her genuine and happy�it amazed him how without even trying she could always draw it out of him�and turning back, she released her hold on him, instead slipping the hand up to hold his, using that to pull him the rest of the way.

She was leading him to her bedroom, and he was naked, and they were going to have sex. And he'd had spicy ramen for breakfast. This was the best day of his life.

�Let me do the work.� It was a statement or was meant to be but suspiciously sounded like a request and he kicked himself for not having more guts to take charge of the situation.

She nodded, strangely compliant once his hands had started their roaming and he couldn't stop now, even if she'd denied him. The feel of her after so long was too good. And he knew it, he just knew she wanted him.

That's why she was blushing and leaning back some wasn't it? He slipped her bra off�finally, gliding the thin straps over her slender shoulders, blue eyes greedily drinking in the sight of her freed breasts, but his hands didn't move to cover them as instead, he leaned in, wanting to touch his lips to hers. He wasn't sure why he felt the pressing need for a kiss (an acceptance) after all she'd already given him, but it was suddenly there weighing on him, and he couldn't close the distance, just hovered there almost-nearly brushing her lips and terrified that she'd refuse him.

Because even a bastard child carrying a fox demon in his belly didn't deserve to be fucked without a kiss.

Except that in the awkwardness of the moment she hesitated and that's when he knew even if he'd do it anyway. The realization stung, like maybe he really was broken inside, but he didn't have time to dwell as she took that moment to touch their mouths together.

He jerked as if physically shocked when her lips finally bumped his, actually trying to pull away until her arms snaked around his neck, locking him in place.

And he wanted to laugh it off I dunno what came over me, but her tongue was in his mouth and her palms rubbing circles over his back were saying It's okay. So he did the only thing he could: he gave in, which was to say, he melded against her and brought his hands up to gingerly cup her breasts.

She nipped at his tongue when he tried to return her affections, seeking entrance to her mouth, and he gave a little snort, pushing her back onto the bed and crawling on top of her, pressing his mouth to hers more forcefully as he kissed her back, needy and full of desire.

She broke away, voice light and breathy as she mock-protested, �This isn't the point of the lesson, you know,� but there was no deterring him now, and her fingertips were tracing idle swirls across his shoulder blades.

He was about to say something stupid to assure her like, You don't have to be with me after this, I don't expect anything, but instinctively he kept his mouth shut, instead using his hands to communicate, gliding the pads of his fingers all along her silken skin, silently signing in the language of love.

Finally, he'd worked his way down her body and back up, using hands and lips and teeth and tongue until she was pulsing, splayed beneath him�damned near radiating from his touch. This might be the only chance he got (if he'd thought she'd be receptive to it, he'd have cloned himself so as to enjoy three times the memories) so he had to do it right; he had to prove to her that he was worth it.

His fingers flitted uncertainty down from her belly-button and along the lacy ridge of her panties, hesitating for the shortest of breaths before he was peeling the band back and away from her skin, rolling the undergarment until it bunched and slid down her thighs. He eased the panties free of her legs, tossing them over the edge of the bed and turning appreciatively to take in the sight of her.

The whole time, Sakura merely watched, unnervingly silent, but she didn't tell him to stop.

He swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of his nakedness, but pushed the thought aside. It was silly to feel shy now.

He crouched between her knees, parting her legs with his hands to grant him access to her sex, touching her almost immediately but careful not to seem overly eager, rubbing slow circles around the outside before dipping to lick along her lips. He explored her with tongue and mouth, kissing there in the way he'd kissed her earlier until she was slippery enough to insert his middle finger.

He wriggled in and out of her. He ground his palm lightly across her clit and glanced up the length of her body, searching her face.

�You can tell me how to do it, Sakura-chan. I want to know what you like.�
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