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Enter standard disclaimer here. Nope,
not mine, not mine at all…damn…

For Leafy_Girl - the Genma/Sakura fic trade/challenge including
the line “Black coffee in bed.” It’s
extremely late and half a page short ::hides face and
apologizes:: here goes nothing. -_-;;

Italics =
flashbacks to the night before.

About Last Night
By – Wicked Innuendo

The glow of the rising sun and the song of the wild sparrows
lured the sleeping woman into consciousness.
She was reluctant to wake; it had been an eternity since she had slept
so deeply. She pulled the khaki
comforter over her head and buried her face into the down pillow. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafted into
the bedroom, tempting her to finally wake up.
She could hear the rain like sound of a shower running; followed by the
soft moan of old pipes as the water was turned off.

She slowly sat up; holding covers not her own to her bare
torso. The relaxed feeling of good
night’s rest was ebbing away, replaced with the anxiety of waking in a strange
place. Green eyes darted around the
foreign bedroom taking in its masculine décor of dark wood, neutral beige
linens, and the antique shinobi sword hanging above the heavy pewter headboard.

Sakura pushed a tendril of pastel pink behind her ear, straining
to remember anything about last night; flashes of dark eyes, darker hair, and
an irresistible little smirk came to mind.
She tried to remember; a dull headache began to surface the more she
attempted to recall the events that led her to wake in this strange bed.

= = =

Mint green eyes skimmed over pages of research data,
rereading information she hand long since memorized. She glanced out the laboratory window;
watching the last vestiges of dusk fade from periwinkle to deep blue. He was late.
He was more than late; most likely he wasn’t planning on coming in at
all. Roseate eyebrows dipped into a
small scowl. She knew he disliked the
tests, but the decision wasn’t his to make.
The Hokage wanted work up done on every advanced bloodline clan within
the Hidden Leaf Village, the Sharingan
first and foremost as the clan had diminished to a tribe of one with no
immediate prospects of restoration.

Sakura sighed, recalling the events of the past two
years. If she had been asked on the day
she graduated from the academy where she saw herself at age twenty, she sure
wouldn’t have said special Jounin medical nin under
the tutelage of the Hokage herself. It
was like a dream come true, she had been given the opportunity to apply the two
things she excelled at, super smarts and near perfect chakra control, to make a
difference in the lives of those around her.
She spent her days practicing medical ninjutso and modern medicine at
the hospital, although she did miss working in the field.

Her ears heard the hearty chuckle of a male voice stop and
converse outside her lab entrance. She
ti her her head to the side, trying better to hear the conversation. The talking subsided and the door to her
laboratory swung open, a tall Jounin with a head full of silver rooster hair
peaked around the door’s edge, reminding Sakura of the first time she met her
former sensei nearly thirteen years prior.

“I thought I heard your voice, how have you been Kakashi?”
the twenty year old kunoichi rose from her seat behind the desk and walked
across the expanse of the large room to greet the infamous copy nin.

“Sakura?” His visible eye widened in shock as he took
in the sight of the girl child turned woman.
It had been a few years since he saw her last. Team 7 had separated before they had even
reached Chuunin level. Sasuke had become
Anko’s charge, Naruto spent his time training with Jiraiya-sennin, Sakura was
rumored to be studying with Shizune and training with Tsunade-sama. He had barely seen the old Team & at all,
Sakura the least of his three former students.

“Tsunade said I should stick my head in here and speak with
the person in charge of research about the Sharingan. You’re the only one here?” He asked,
disappointed that he was too late, he was sure Tsunade would chastise him on
his tardiness again.

Sakura nodded, a small smile played over her features, she
had an idea what was coming next. It was
a simple pleasure, she’d come to enjoy.
She’d spent her Gennin and Chuunin years being underestimated. Seeing someone look up at her from the flat
of their back or dumbfounded at her title, gave her a jolt of pride.

“I guess I missed him.” And then he said exactly what she
was expecting, sometimes men could be so predictable.

“Her.” Sakura corrected, straightening the white lab coat
over her snug red dress, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

“Sorry.” She could see his visible eye crinkle, in the tell
tale sign of a smile. “Can you tell her
that I’ll drop in tomorrow morning?”

“Or you can tell her yourself,” Sakura smiled. It amused her to no end to see the reactions
of people when they realized this young woman was responsible for such a large
project. Kakashi’s
dark eye drifted to the desk in the corner and read the small plaque on the desk’s
edge, Haruno Sakura - Special Jounin Medical – Laboratory Director.

“I feel like an idiot.”
Kakashi half laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“You should, that almost hurt my feelings,” she touched her
hand to her chest, feigning offense in a hurtful tone.

“I’ll make it up to you at pub. You’re coming to the farewell get together,
right?”

“Farewell get together? I’m not sure; I’m not a big drinker.” It had
been awhile since she allowed herself the luxury of attending a social
event. Sakura had so dedicatedly thrown
herself into her work that social invitations were becoming more and more sparse.

“A soda then or some
milk.” He added jokingly, amused at the quick scowl she gave him. “There’s a little goodbye party of sorts for
Genma, Neji, and Sasuke. They’re leaving
on an extended mission tomorrow.”

“Sasuke’s going to be there?” The wheels starting turning
in her head. She was going to
drag him back to the lab, attach him to her machines and take every imaginable
and uncomfortable sample from every possible orifice from the uncooperative
Uchiha. How dare he stand her up? This was work not a
social call, he could be so frustrating.

“Yes.” Kakashi confirmed, wondering what the young woman
was planning.

“Well give me a minute to lock up the lab.”

= = =

She heard bare feet on hardwood floors padding softly down
the hallway. Sakura looked around the
bedroom for her clothes, but didn’t see them.
She frowned and pulled the soft comforter tighter around her body. I swear, I’m never going to drink again?

He stood in the doorway, her eyes drinking in the sight of
him; tall frame, dark standard issue ninja pants, lean bare chest, and wet
chocolate hair. “’Morning beautiful,”
he smiled. He held two matching cups of coffee,
one in each hand, one cup’s contents black and the other content’s was lighter
with cream. “I wasn’t sure how you took
it.” He nodded at each cup, stepping towards her to sit on the bed. Sakura looked at him skeptically and reached
for the undiluted mug. “Black coffee in
bed,” he murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

The cup was hot in her hands; Sakura impatiently gulped down
half the cups contents hoping that the induction of caffeine in her system
might clear her hazy memory and burned her tongue in the process. God,
could this be any more awkward? She
set the half drunken cup on the nightstand.

= = =

Clear green eyes scanned the establishment for the last
Uchiha. If he was here she was going to
find him and drag him back to the lab.
No way was she going to allow the blood limit upstart to set her behind
schedule until he returned from some weeks long
mission.

“Hey honey,” a petite blond barmaid greeted Kakashi,
touching his forearm familiarly. “A coke and rum tonight?”

“Two and can you make the second one without the rum.”

The blonde’s face twisted in thought, “I ‘spose so. Anything for m’ favorite ninja. I’ll be right back, ‘kay
hon’.”

“Hon’?” Sakura nudged Kakashi in the side,
laughing. “I’m not even going to
ask…hon.”

“Thanks, there’s Asuma and Gai, I’ll see you at the table
in a minute.” Kakashi left and Sakura
searched for Sasuke.

Sakura saw Neji sitting with TenTen in the back of the
room. She had let her trademark buns
loose; her dark hair fell well past her shoulders in loose waves. The weapon’s specialist Kunoichi leaned into
the Hyuuga, whispering something in his ear that caused that the faintest blush
to touch his pale porcelain complexion.
They were such a cute couple, Neji and TenTen. Most of the shinobi in her age group had
begun to pair off. Hinata had finally
won Naruto, Ino had given up on Sasuke to take a chance with Shikamaru. The most surprising of them all was the Sand’s
kunoichi ambassador, Temari and her ongoing relationship with Chouji. Not that anyone could really blame the desert
blonde; the chubby Gennin had thinned into a tall muscular heartthrob of
shinobi.
“Here I am.” She invited, pulling his face to hers.

= = =

He frowned, reaching past her to the night stand. She watched with curious eyes as his long
fingers pulled a senbon from the drawer and tucked it between his teeth. “Real
man’s toothpick,” he half laughed. “I
think I know what you’re going to say.
I’ve been in your shoes enough to know what’s coming. You’re going to say that last night was a one
time thing and no hard feelings.”

“No, no. That isn’t what I was going to say. Last night is a jumble of pieces and I’ve
never done this sort of thing and I don’t want you to think I’m—“ the words flew from
her mouth, a nervous habit she had developed in her youth.

“I don’t think of you like that.” He interjected. “To tell
you the truth, my memory’s is a bit foggy too.
But, what do remember is that I truly enjoyed your company. Maybe next time we can go on a proper date.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Genma.” Her fingers
nervously fidgeted with a stray thread on the blanket.

He moved the senbon to the opposite corner of his mouth.

“Our conversation last night…was nice.” Sakura began. “And to
be honest, the only reason I let it get so far was to make another angry and I
had been drinking and...”

His brow crinkled in frustration, “I know that. You told me last night at the bar that you
wanted to piss him off. Then we left and
I offered to walk you home and then you kissed me and said you’d wanted to walk
me home instead.”

= = =

He had asked Genma to
stall her so he could make a clean escape.
Not to get her drunk. She wasn’t
a drinker. She was Sakura, plain and
tall. Uchiha Sasuke sat in the corner
unable to leave, watching the pair laugh and
talk. She smiled and it lit up the room
and he sat besides her, hand smoothing over her thigh, drinking in the radiance
she emitted like warm sunshine.

“Sakura? What
are you doing here?” Sasuke approached her, faking forgetfulness. “I was
supposed to meet you today at the lab.
It must’ve slipped my mind.”

“You didn’t forget Sasuke,
but that’s alright. I’ve been chatting
here with Genma.” Her lilt was overly cheerful as she spoke; she took another
swallow of her mixed fruit drink.

“How about some coffee
and we can try to get some work done tonight?” he offered, feeling suddenly
protective of his ex team mate.

“Not tonight, ain’t
enough coffee in all of Konoha to drag me back to work tonight.” She spoke, half laughing and slightly
slurring.

“Sakura let me walk
you home.” Sasuke suggested.

Genma sat wordlessly
watching the two, finding it amusing.
Any other time, he would’ve interjected, most likely saying something
rude, but she had asked him not to and he respected that.

“No, Genma’s taking me
home.” Ah, his cue.

He laid a few bills
down on the bar’s counter.

“Are you ready Genma?”
she took his hand in hers.

“Anytime,
beautiful.”

= = =

She reached for the mug on the nightstand, taking a long
drink. “Genma you’re more than a decade
and a half older than me. This just
won’t work.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to marry you, but I do want to see if
this could go anywhere for us. Are you
that concerned about what everyone else thinks?
Damn it Sakura, I like
you. I’m older, yes, I’m not
ancient. I know what I want from life,
after talking last night; I thought we wanted the same thing. Maybe I was wrong about you.”

She wasn’t sure what to say.
Sakura had spent her whole life loving one man. The notion of caring for another was
inconceivable even after a night of great conversation followed with even
better drunken sex. What was there to
say? She could see herself happy with
him. The thought of a man returning her
affections was overwhelmingly surreal.
Her inexperienced inner hopeless romantic had always craved this type of
attention, but from another. Would it be
so wrong to fall into temptation and pursue something with Genma? The scales were tipping in favor of the older
Jounin; he was too irresistible for his goodgood.

Head held high, she strode naked to the bathroom. His eyes followed her watching her through
the doorway as she skipped the shower and slid on his too big pants and too big
faded blaouniounin shirt and closed the door.

= = =

They stumbled out the
pub together, breathing the cool night air in gulps, and laughing as they
turned the corner.

“Did you see his
face,” she was laughing so hard that her side hurt, “that was priceless. Thank you for telling me what he was up to
and thank you for sitting with me, I really enjoyed myself tonight.”

“It was funny, wasn’t
it? I hope he’s not too angry
tomorrow. I’ll explain it to him in the
morning.” He draped his arm over heouldoulder, “Let me walk you home, Sakura.”

“No,” she turned to
face him, her expression becoming suddenly serious. Sakura reached for his face, her fingers took
the senbon from his mouth. Her hands
went to her loose hair, twisting the long roseate tresses into a sloppy bun and
secured it with his senbon. “I think
I’d like to walk you home instead.”

She stood on tiptoes
and pressed her lips to his, letting her intentions be known. She wrapped her arms around his neck; his
slipped around her thin wrapped around her sides. She swirled her tongue around his, marauding
his kisses in the middle of the empty street.
He kissed like he wrote the book on it. Long, slow sweeps of his velvet
tongue caressed her own. She had spent
so much of her energy wrapped in furthering her career that she had forgotten
how nice a personal life could be and how much nicer the feel of mans lips on
hers could feel.

= = =

Genma knocked and waited by the bathroom door for it to
open. Sakura cracked the door. He laughed to himself, that one was something else.
Sakura had applied a generous amount of toothpaste to her finger and was
using it as a toothbrush.

She spit in the sink. “Maybe you were right.” Her hands were cupped under tap filling with
water. She took a mouth of water to
rinse the toothpaste from her mouth.

“What?” He watcher swr swish the water in her mouth and then
spit again.

“We should go out on a real date.” She helped herself to
three aspirin from the generic bottle sitting on the counter.

“I’m leaving this morning for that extended mission; I’ll be
gone for a few months.” He reminded her.

“That’s not a long time.”
And she meant it, she had spent years chasing after Sasuke, followed by
being so absorbed in her research for Tsunade-Sama that a couple months were a
drop in the bucket and would be over before she knew it.

“I’d like that then.”
And he meant it, he wasn’t getting any younger and he felt there was
something missing from his life. He knew
what he wanted from life now, hell, he’d been there
and done everything else. The medical
nin inspired qualities in himself that he wasn’t aware even existed and the
opportunity to pursue those routes with clever pink haired woman left him with
a fullness where he’d felt like something was lacking before.

“Good.” She smiled, removing his oversized shirt.

“Haruno Sakura, you’re a confusing woman.” His chocolate
eyes widened as she slid the too big pants down.

“Confusion is a woman’s prerogative.” She reached behind the
pattern less dark blue shower curtain and turned the shower on.

“I’d like to kiss you now.”
Genma took a step towards her and she took a step backwards, smiling at
him mischievously.

“Tempting, but I can’t.” She shrugged.

He looked at the naked woman; his gaze started with her
grinning lips, to her perfect breasts, and smooellyelly. Sakura took his chin in fingers, tilting his
chin up until his dark eyes met hers.

“I’m going to take a shower now, you should join me. And maybe, I’ll let you have that kiss.” She disappeared behind the shower
curtain. Genma wasted no time shrugging
of his pants and following her.

~end

A/N – the characterization is off, but I tried. I wanted to make this with more angsty and sexier, I might add a 2^nd mini
chapter ending later with the smut and angst.
I thank Squeeze’s Black Coffee In Bed for keeping my muses in going. This was a fic trade of sorts, Leafy’s ItaSaku fic for me can be
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