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Torrid	By : KageKitsuneXXX Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4665 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I wanted to thank you all for the great response to the story; it's keeping me motivated to write steadily onwards. It's wonderful to see how passionate some of you are getting about the development (even the ones threatening violence). Hope you enjoy this chapter. I can't wait to hear your feedback!
It was nothing short of a paradox how a flight that long could end so quickly. Before Sasuke had a chance to get his bearings, he and Sakura were exiting customs, and looking around for their limo driver. Soon, they were on route to their hotel. Sakura was plastered to the window, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of France.
"This is so amazing Sasuke-kun, um, Sasuke. Everything and everyone looks so…French!"
Sasuke glanced up briefly and smiled indulgently; all the while, quickly and efficiently responding to his work emails on his Blackberry. Soon they were in the expansive lobby of their hotel being addressed by a beautiful and neatly attired receptionist.
"Welcome to the Four Seasons, Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha. My name is Claudia and I will assist you in any way I can."
Sakura giggled, amazed at how wonderful the title sounded when spoken in English and enhanced with a polished French accent. The young woman behind the desk smiled indulgently. Sakura blushed faintly, knowing she was going to be on the receiving end of many more indulgent smiles until she calmed down and got accustomed to her marriage and her new husband. She knew how she looked and sounded, but she just couldn't help herself.
Assured now that the young wife had regained control of herself, Claudia continued her spiel.
"Congratulations on your nuptials. We are honoured that you have chosen to spend this special time with us, and I am pleased to tell you that your honeymoon suite is ready and waiting." She didn't take a breath as she pulled out a few brochures from beneath the desk. "The hotel and its affiliates offer a wide range of activities and attractions that may interest you: tours, spas, carriage rides…"
"We'll take a look at everything you have."
Both Sakura and the receptionist were surprised by Sasuke's abrupt statement. He turned to his wife and shrugged mildly. "It's your first time in Paris and we should make the most of it. Why spend the entire honeymoon cooped up in a hotel room?"
Quite frankly, Claudia could think of at least one good reason herself, but she correctly assumed that the question had been hypothetical. She quickly delved under the desk for more brochures.
"And if you could provide a map highlighting some of the shopping districts nearby, I am sure my wife would appreciate that as well." He turned to Sakura once more. "I hear fashion's supposed to be kind of a big deal here."
Sakura grinned widely. "I really love you." She then reaffirmed it to the receptionist. "I really love him."
Claudia could certainly see that. She also saw the uncomfortable look that ghosted across Sasuke's face before it was replaced by smooth impassiveness. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. Pasting on a bright smile, she handed the radiant girl an armful of brochures and instructed them to follow the bell-boy up to their suite.
The room was magnificent. Sakura had been feeling like nothing short of a princess for the past few weeks, and this suite was doing nothing to debunk the delusion. Opening the doors to their terrace, she gasped at the excellent view of the Eiffel Tower, yelling at Sasuke to come and look. He opted instead to fish through his luggage for a change of clothes. He badly needed a shower and having been to the city so many times before, Paris held no intrigue for him. He made a mental note to take Naruto here one day; who had a talent for getting him excited about things.
"I'll be right back; I need to take a shower…unless you'd like to go first."
Sakura's speechless, blushing response alerted him to what he had unintentionally committed. She shook her head, indicating that she had to search through her luggage for a few things first. Sasuke nodded and retreated into the spacious and brightly lit, white marble restroom. Looking at the huge bath, he wondered if it would be rude to lock the door, on the chance that his wife should decide to kick-start her planned festivities early. Ultimately, he decided against it and left the door unlocked. He stood in the shower and let the warm water run over him. He knew he had a decision to make and he had to make it now.
He emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, eliciting a shy, but heated stare from his wife. He indicated that the bathroom was free, and moved aside, allowing her to duck and enter the restroom, carrying her bag of toiletries and who knows what else. He sat on the bed and waited, still clad only in his towel. Technically, the marriage would not be valid until it was consummated, and it would be pointless making excuses now. He wondered if Sakura was going to be the type of bride who had to be coaxed out of the bathroom, or if she would be one of those who were raring to go.
Before long, the bathroom door opened as if in answer to Sasuke's question. Slowly, but without hesitation, Sakura stepped out. Sasuke looked at his wife as she stood framed in the doorway, clad in black, lacy negligee. Staring at Sakura, standing there expectantly in all her glory, Sasuke came to one conclusion:
This was not going to work.
He swallowed convulsively, and his mind began to race trying to sort out what his options were and what his plan of action should be; one of escape or resignation. He had been sitting, immobilized on the bed for too long, for he could see Sakura's shy, hopeful smile start to waver a little. It was his move.
"You will try your best; you will honour and respect your wife…"
Sasuke stood and extended his hand to the nervous woman. Sakura's palm was warm and clammy, and she ran her tongue anxiously over her suddenly dry lips.
"You look beautiful, Sakura."
She literally sagged with relief. "You really like it? I was going to buy a pink one, but mother said that a grown woman wouldn't be caught dead wearing pink on her wedding night. Well, technically, it's not our wedding night; it's the day after, although if you factor in the length of the flight and the time difference-"
Sasuke kissed her then, mercifully stopping the panicked babbling. When he pulled back, she was flushed, dazed and, most importantly, speechless. Sasuke led her to the bed, lying beside her as tried to figure out just how he was going to execute this uphill task. Slowly, he undid her negligee, taking advantage of her stunned immobility. Soon she lay completely revealed to him, and Sasuke felt the first frisson of real panic start to course through his body. Slowly, almost idly, he trailed a finger down the length of her body. She shivered and gasped, drawing Sasuke's attention to her face. The naked emotion there embarrassed him more than anything else so far and he quickly looked away.
He kept moving his hand over her body, surprised at how easy it was to please her, and the intense level of her responsiveness. He slid his hand in between her legs, only to be startled a few minutes later by the force of her orgasm. He was stalling and he knew that soon she would notice. There were too many things wrong about the moment: her hair was wrong, her eyes were wrong, her sounds and scents were all off. Feeling more than a little overwhelmed, he tried to slow his thoughts and focus.
"You are so pathetic…" Even when he was nothing but a figment of Sasuke's imagination, Naruto still had the tendency to be difficult.
The apparition stood at the side of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down on the couple with marked disdain. It was difficult and taxing, keeping Naruto in focus while Sakura's motions, touches and sounds kept jarring him back into reality. Beads of sweat prickled at the back of his neck as he focused on keeping the woman stimulated and distracted, even as he imagined Naruto kneeling behind him, actually feeling the familiar weight sink into the bed.
"You are a total freak," The phantom murmured as he raked his hand down Sasuke's back, stopping to knead his backside. "And I don't mean that in a good way."
Sasuke was panting now, seeing in his mind's eye Naruto wetting his own fingers about to prepare him. Sakura moaned loudly beneath him, and the image flickered briefly. He was no longer cognizant of just what he was doing to his wife, just relieved that whatever it was, it was working. Sasuke groaned then, biting his lower lip as tanned fingers entered him.
"Just don't say my name…"
Sakura arched, writhing against the movement of Sasuke's fingers. She heard him moan, finally, and took a chance opening her eyes. Up until then, his silence had made her afraid that this was really all an illusion that would soon dissipate. She watched, mesmerized as his features became animated with pleasure, and wished he'd open his eyes too to look at her, see how good she felt and how much she loved him. Instinctively she whispered his name; reaching up to stroke his face. In an almost automatic response, he captured both her hands and kept them pinned above her head. He moaned in pleasure as he ground against her, and Sakura was completely unsure of what she was doing to bring about such gratification, but she didn't have much time to think about it. Her husband gasped, his grip on her wrists tightening as his other hand twisted into the sheets.
Just when she started wishing that Sasuke would start touching her again, she saw his face flush, watched as he mouthed something wordlessly and without warning, thrust into her. His grip on her hands loosened then and she quickly hugged him to her, wrapping her legs around him as he continued to thrust. Finally it was over, both of them shuddering to a close, sweat-soaked and exhausted.
Sasuke rolled off her and sprawled on the bed, both mentally and physically exhausted, and once again, alone with his wife. Sakura shifted, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest.
"That was wonderful, Sasuke…"
He made a soft sound of acknowledgement as he felt his body drift towards unconsciousness. He would continue working out his action plan tomorrow. Right now, he just needed to sleep.
The telephone in Naruto's apartment rang without answer. The caller was persistent though, hanging up and redialling several times, but without success. Finally, the person waited until the answering machine chimed in, stated its instructions and sounded the beep.
"Naruto, I know you're home. Quit standing there, staring at the phone like some type of marbleized Greek statue and pick up… No? Fine, I'll call back later."
From his perch on Naruto's couch, Kiba couldn't help but make a helpful comment or two.
"You know, say what you will about Sasuke, and I could say a lot of things; but the man knows you like the back of his hand. Are you going to pick up when he calls back later?"
Naruto shifted his weight from foot to foot, frowning at the blinking light of his answering machine.
"Answering what? He's supposed to be on his honeymoon."
Kiba started slurping his ramen as he watched his friend continue to stare at the phone. "Well, he won't be on his honeymoon for long. He'll be coming back home soon, and then what?"
Naruto watched the blinking light for a moment more before turning away and moving to flop into a chair. What happened at the wedding had been a terrible mistake; a lapse in judgment which he couldn't afford to make again- wouldn't make again.
"Sasuke's my friend, just that and nothing more. If he has other expectations, then that's just too bad. Our 'arrangement' was over the minute he got engaged."
Kiba nodded and shrugged, not putting on a very convincing show of believing his friend. Naruto didn't care whether Kiba chose to believe him or not; he made a resolution and he would be sticking to it.
As far as he was concerned, he and Uchiha Sasuke were through.
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