Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ink Me ❯ Of storms and studs ( Chapter 5 )

Ink me

Chapter 5

 

AN: Well HELLO!!! Never thought you'd hear from me again now did ya? WELL HA!!! I proved you wrong now didn't I? Well how could I NOT post another chapter after such glowing reviews, with mentions of “fantastic” and “yummy” and “genius”…. that genius part REALLY surprised me. I could never have imagined my artwork described that way.

 

Again from the bottom of my heart….thank you

 

Disclaimer: Naruto is not my whore, he's owned by some dude…. no wonder people always do Yaoi.

 

 

 

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Sakura stretched with her arms lifting above her head her back arching forcing her sharply angled hips forward, lifting the hem of her shirt of her short shirt just below her nipples. She stared up at the starlight twinkling between her out stretched fingers and felt the delicious pull of the stretch across her belly and thighs. Her fingers came down to trail across the slightly corrugated skin of her belly where the dragon had decided to rest. Its scales still ruffled from her reaction to seeing Sasuke standing in the doorway.

 

 

She walked up the rickety creaking steps that slightly rocked with the gentle sway of her hips. They had been in need of fixing for a while and the apartment manager kept insisting that it would be fixed any day now, but it didn't worry Sakura much, their sad state made it almost impossible to sneak up these stairs. She knew Naruto had tried on more then one occasion and she had always used this opportunity to prepare herself for whatever nasty little prank he had in store for her.

 

 

She wasn't surprised to see the dark haired man waiting at the top of the stairs, but despite that she could not manage the courage to look him in the eyes. He waited there slumped to the side, holding up the rickety banister with his hip, those unruly dark bangs hanging down over his eyes. She allowed her eyes to roam over the flesh exposed by his carelessly open shirt, watching entranced as he casually flicked his hair out of his midnight eyes. His eyes scanned the roof tops and when they came back around to face her his gaze locked hard onto hers mesmerizing her and holding her entranced. Long slender fingers dipped into his waist pouch and brought out a long hand rolled cigarette. Such a cautious man…. who rolls his own cigarettes, she could imagine in her mind the painstaking time it had cost him to lay out his papers, fill them with his special brand of tobacco, then roll them up, licking and pasting the papers together and carefully placing them in his pouch only to repeat the process again the next week.

 

 

Never leaving her eyes he lifted the cigarette to his mouth and lit it with a click flick of his wrist puffin and breathing in the intoxicating scent of his expensive self indulgence. She could smell Clove and cardamom in every exhalation as he deliberately blew the smoke in her direction. She swore she could almost feel those fingers of smog wrap around and envelope her body; she opened her mouth to let the flavor linger on her soft palette and sink into the membrane. He smoked when he was done with something…done with a mission…. done with a thought, and she was sure he smoked when he was done with whatever girl he had chosen to grace his sheets for that particular night. He indulged himself whenever he felt satisfied with a job well done or a thought well processed, his own little reward to himself for being that much better than everyone else. She envied him that, that he could be so sure of himself that he felt he deserved a reward, even such a small one.

 

 

She boldly walked into the drifting tendrils of smoke seeing nothing but his body outlined by the street lamp behind his back, the glowing tip of his cigarillo a glowing ember in the dark. The wind died and everything fell still around him, she moved closer and distantly heard the light creak of her own feet as she felt the warmth of his Chakra pulse against hers, as if fighting her and alternately inviting her presence. Just by being this close to him she felt like he was drawing her in like a lodestone and she cut her eyes away. She listened as once more the wind picked up, tossing the branches of the trees into the air filling the air with the roaring sound of their rustling leaves. Her hair came up to blow in her face as once more the tip of the cigarette was raised to that full mouth and once more glowed brightly as he pulled in and held his breath allowing the full affect of the smoke to settle in his lungs before blowing it out once more to fill the air around her.

 

 

“Sasuke,” she whispered knowing that the wind would take it to him or not depending on its fickleness. Distant thunder sounded as lightening lit the clouds over the Hokage monument as the air pressure changed signaling the arrival of a storm. She could feel pressure slowly escalating as everything around her slowly wound up anticipating the release brought by the storm to come.

 

 

“Are you going to invite me in?” The cold voice came out of the darkness and Sakura shivered as she felt his cold waves hit her own heat causing a friction storm in the small space left between them.

 

 

“No, I hate smelling your cigarettes in my house.” She turned away and placed her key to the lock hoping to end the conversation. She had no inclination to speak about what went on earlier, she leaned her head against the wood of her door and waited for his dark ominous presence to pass.

 

 

“He doesn't like you, you know. At least not the way you want someone to like you.”

 

 

“How would you know what I want Sasuke? You don't know anything about me!” She snapped in rejoinder feeling the hurt well up in her chest like a ball that would choke her to death if she could not swallow it.

 

 

“ I know a lot of things about you…how could I not? You have spent most of our lives making sure I knew as if-“

 

 

“Shut up Sasuke! The things girls say and the things girls think and feel are not always the same thing.” She looked up into Sasuke's eyes but was surprised to see him glaring over her shoulder.

 

 

“I see it was a good thing I followed you Sakura-chan, I'd hate to think the two of you were going to have a little party without me, but aren't you missing some one? Where's Blondie?” Sai came up the stairs, somehow avoiding every crack and creak, moving silently up to her side.

 

 

“Right here Jackass!” The exuberant reply came from the banister where Naruto had just landed beside Sasuke.

 

 

“Well I see you guys have failed to invite me to yet another of your little get-togethers. You better watch out or you might hurt my feelings” He leaned against the side of the building lifting his hands to inspect his fingernails, occasionally glancing up at her two glowering teammates.

 

 

“You stay away from Sakura-chan you penis-obsessed freak!” Naruto roared, completely forgetting his friendly truce with his teammate.

 

 

 

Sakura banged her head repeatedly against the wood paneling while she felt her night spiral down into some sort of tawdry soap opera Hell. She glanced over at the men glaring in Sai's direction as he let his gaze rest on her, silently asking her some unfathomable question with his dark eyes; at that moment she decided retreat was the better part of valor and shoving the key in the lock and twisting hard enough to break the key off, she rushed into her room and slammed the door behind her, leaning there until she could hear their quiet retreat. She went over to the window and opened it, allowing the scent-laden breeze to fill the stuffy room, finally she breathed a sigh of relief as with a giant crack over her head, the clouds released their heavy load and drenched the air with warm summer rain. She went to every room opening all the windows and sat back letting the summer squall break around her home and rush to fill in the voids of her soul with static and elemental rage.

 

 

 

She turned off all the lights and opened her drawer with her sleep wear at the bottom, a large cotton shirt she had filched one drunken night from Narutos' place, and a pair of Kakashi's jogging shorts that had been lent to her on one occasion that she had just never given back. It was more then comfort to wear their things, she always felt she slept better with their things close to her skin. She hooked her fingers into the bottom of her shirt and pulled turning back towards the futon laid out in the middle of the floor.

 

 

She froze with the shirt pulled free of her breasts as the room flashed revealing the dark form lounged back on her futon watching with black eyes as the shirt hung wrapped around her elbows about to be pulled over her head. She pulled it free and threw it to the ground standing with her hips akimbo as she stared at the figure lounging so casually among her sheets filling them with his scent…. “Damn, I'll have to wash them,” she cursed to herself.

 

 

“What the hell are YOU doing here?”

 

 

 

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Now i KNOW what your saying "kri-Chan you are <B>SO</B> bad making us wait this long for nothing more then a transition chapter!"

 

KU KU KU KU KU!

Some one told me i was like Itachi today....is that a compliment? i chose to think it is.