Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Relief ❯ Relief ( Chapter 1 )

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Relief

by Lemon Drops/thatreevesgirl (they're both me)

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Authors Note: Okay, well, my other short I posted today was like this, but not as good. I'm actually really proud of this piece and I hope you like it.

 

 

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One-Shot

 

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She had said it was merely for stress relief, because as of late Sakura could actually see the waves of worry coming off of him.

 

You can't save Sasuke like this.

 

So they touched, were close, felt and met for moments of semi-intimate reprieve. It never went very far before; a kiss, a lick, a bite, a caress or hesitant stroke through orange fabric or a teasing squeeze over red material. Sakura then wondered why was it when Naruto kissed her, she felt like it was meant to be so much more. Why was there an attachment to things she had only wanted for Sasuke, feelings which she swore to save for the last of the Uchihas, and these were timed perfectly, rising amongst the lapse in physical moments, and coming in flashes of confusing white heat which burned into her very core.

 

He had been a terrible kisser, at first, because his lips mirrored the way he fought. Naruto was too fast, too hard, rushing and pushing further than needed, so Sakura urged him to follow her lead. Languid and soft, tempting Naruto to harden in preparation for something not part of their agreement, thrusting cautiously against her hip as her lips continued an onslaught of warm, gentle ministrations.

 

He wanted to be inside her, he didn't know why, well…he did, but surprisingly didn't know how, but Naruto knew he needed her. Naruto thrust again, urging her to move a bit, give him more access. The friction was no longer between her hip and his arousal, no, lifting the rough tan fabric of her skirt and through thin layers of orange and black fabric they felt each other. Even though it was covered, she was moist and slick and ready for him, unconsciously dripping with a preparation her body had produced to welcome him in.

 

The kiss stopped, and Naruto looked into her eyes, felt the heat and lust which radiated from the unbelievable strong kunoichi.

 

In you, I want to be in you.

 

Inside, thrusting and pushing, feeling the connectedness which had been there secretly since they were merely academy students. Somewhere underneath the layers of latent desire was something more, something much, much more.

 

“Sakura, can I?” he queried, wrapping spry fingers around the tight black bands of her shorts.

 

She stalled, gripping his shoulders with her fingers, clutching him as she tried to decide why she shouldn't allow him this. No reason came to mind, not a single, solitary excuse to deny Naruto the thing which they both wanted. She gulped, then nodded.

 

Slowly Naruto pulled her shorts down to her thighs, and used a kunai to slice through her white cotton panties, tossing them aside before pushing his fingers into the warm wet heat. Jiraiya had told him about such things, but Naruto still didn't really know what he was doing, so his rough fingers slid about between her nether lips, exploring and getting to know the velvety female sex which he couldn't believe he hadn't been denied. She whimpered, and a hand dropped and gripped his, guiding it to a spot, a tiny pearl of arousal which made Sakura cry out when he brushed against it.

 

“Naruto…” she murmured as her head leaned in to rest on his chest. He stroked it again, and again, once a bit too rough as she cried out in a way which spoke of pain instead of pleasure.

 

His free hand unzipped his pants and Naruto clumsily freed the trapped arousal from its tight confines, urging her fingers to touch him. “Sakura, will you? Please?”

 

It was a request for her to return the favor he was giving, and she took him hesitantly in her fingers, gripping the length curiously as she watched it from the place her head was still resting against his chest. A gentle tug, strong fingers wrapping around him, pulling and stroking. Naruto responded by thrusting toward her and groaning, low and guttural, needy.

 

“Harder,” he begged, hoping for something which teetered on abuse to the throbbing arousal Sakura was fisting, but she was too busy maneuvering Naruto's fingers to the place where he could sheath his digits into the wet heat of her inner sex. He plunged into her, and she brutally yanked him, hoping to give Naruto what he had asked for.

 

“Uhn, Sakura, Sakura…”

 

Then their lips locked, fighting and both desiring dominance, because Sakura wasn't one to be taken idly by a man, no, her strength was well renowned, even Kakashi acknowledging her growth, so sex would be no different. Naruto could have her, but he wouldn't take her.

 

Naruto's animated banter between the convulsing muscles of Sakura's sex and his fingers grew frantic and he searched for something which was known, but unknown. In and out, swirling and pushing, exploring unrestrictedly with a need and reckless desire. In a way, he was still the young boy of thirteen, not the man of nearly seventeen which he had grown into. He had changed and matured, and Sakura recognized this. No longer annoyingly loud, just boisterous and enthusiastic, wholly passionate, nearly an adult, and Sakura wanted him. She wanted the man he was becoming, the one who had claimed since youth that he loved her.

 

Does he still love me? Does he still want me in that way, or is this really just a moment of release between two people?

 

“If I admitted something…” the words couldn't reach completion, because Sakura moaned and gripped Naruto hard, biting his shoulder in an abstruse reaction to the additional thrusting fingers added to the cornucopia of sensations. “If I loved you…then what?”

 

He didn't really have an answer, because Naruto couldn't believe what she had said. Was it merely the throes of passion, or was it true? God, he wanted it to be true. He bit back the urge to throw the words right back at her, admit he was still madly in love with the woman she was, but held back because she had formed a question, not a statement.

 

“Do you love me?” he asked, quirking his eyebrows a bit to hide the anxious feeling stuck in the pit of his stomach, the one which wasn't from the growing need to plunge into her and fuck her into oblivion. This turbulence was a quieter, sweeter, a nearly unheard desire, the one which wanted to love Sakura. To love her with his mind, his body, and soul, a trinity which would take him so much further and was much more dangerous than the fickle release they were currently moving toward.

 

“If I did?”

 

“No, do you, do you love me?”

 

So quiet, nearly inaudible Sakura replied, “Always.”

 

There were foolish crushes, the ones which can seem irrefutably real, but true love isn't definable or explainable, and never is it something which can be chosen. True, honest love, is something which merely happens, a phenomenon which is both incomprehensible and altogether ambiguous to the person stuck amidst it. Her love for Sasuke was Sakura's choice, but her love for Naruto was true.

 

Naruto sighed, quietly, in some great relief that Sakura had finally come to him, admitted to feelings which he knew she had.

 

“I love you, too, Sakura,” Naruto told her as he pulled her hand away from himself and parted her thighs—those creamy, ivory thighs—which allowed him access to a world he wanted to be in. Lifting her a bit, Naruto maneuvered to Sakura's entrance. He didn't ask this time, only pushed inside, sheathing his arousal deep in the convulsing flesh around him.

 

Sakura shuddered, then panted and moaned, and he was secretly glad that arduous training ridded the kunoichi of her womanly barrier, which might have caused her pain upon his entry. Naruto didn't move, not at first, he reveled in the silky confines of this love, feeling as though they shared flesh. It wasn't hers, and wasn't his—it was theirs.

 

Naruto couldn't believe how numb his fingers felt, every other square inch of his skin tingled with the anticipation of completion, everything but his fingers. They felt dead and heavy as he tried to grip her hips to thrust and maneuver. Fuck, it was hard to stay composed in her, so difficult to remain focused through the consummation of their relationship.

 

They were outside, among the training grounds, and the only thing Naruto could find to balance her against was the rough bark of a nearby tree. Somehow they managed to make it there with him still inside, and it was time he needed to regain himself, to detach at least a bit from the situation in order to push onward. And he did, pushing and thrusting, ignoring the throbbing erection which screamed for completion. It jerked and spasmed, and it surprised Naruto that he was able to stay in control. His abdominal muscles burned, rippling as he moved in and out of Sakura, finding some rhythm which moved in sync with her within her tight, wet flesh.

 

Then Naruto felt it, Sakura became rigid, her right arm flailed and her left hand balled a fistful of orange and black jacket, pinching some of the skin on his shoulder with it. She shuddered violently, and immediately he felt her clamp down on him. Inexperience guaranteed Naruto wouldn't last through her orgasm, and he was barely able to push all the way in before spraying ribbons of iridescent, milky liquid into depths of her womb.

 

On the way down from her orgasm, Sakura tried to suck in air, but it came in broken, weary spurts, still depriving her body of the oxygen it needed after the experience. Naruto limply pulled out and dropped to his knees, because they were now gelatinous in nature, completely boneless as he looked up at the woman leaning against the tree, a trail of semen and her own secretions dripping from her entrance. Naruto smiled, that was his, that was theirs, and he hugged her legs and reiterated how much he loved her. Sakura's mind, still not completely aware, heard his admittance, and closed her eyes. She loved him too, completely and wholly loved Naruto, and she whispered this to him.

 

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END OF ONE-SHOT

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End of Chapter A/N's: Yay! I like writing this, I hope you liked it as well. I would love to hear what you think. (Reviews are like crack for me, and write well when on imaginary review-crack).