Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ridding Me of You ❯ Chapter 16: A Day for Lovers ( Chapter 16 )

Your most unhappy customers are your greatest source of learning.

-Bill Gates

 

We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people.

-Arthur Schopenhauer

 

Author'sNotes:

 

If the story below is extremely confusing it is because I am really, really, really and utterly sick…have been nursing a cold and a fever now for like a week or two…I lost count…I can't stop writing though and since I want to post it ( hoping that it would jolt my immune system to work), I did.

 

Er, enjoy?

 

DISCLAIMER:

 

Do not own Naruto. Would not own Naruto. I am sick. Can't one sick person at least have her one wish fulfilled? No? sigh. Guess not.

 

Ridding Me of You

By Boyarina

 

Chapter 16: A Day for Lovers

 

 

Standardized pocketbook scenarios would have made this easier for him. Certainly, there would have been no need for him to automatically become like the dork that he usually was (around Sakura) had everything in his life been scripted, organized and structured such that he would be fashioned into suave, `I-shall-take-you-now', kind of man when the untimely situation arrives (which, by the way, is here, right now, staring at his face). He would know what to do, he would know how he would react and most importantly, he wouldn't be like a complete dunce, struck dumber by a high-energy bolt of lightning, staring at the girl of his (wet) dreams after she just asked him if he wanted to make love to her or not.

 

It was a tad too surreal to Naruto for Sakura to invite him to bed. Under no normal circumstance should a thing like this happen. It's too mind boggling. He is not a great thinker (greatly regrets to admit that he is not born a genius and most of the time is quite slow on the uptake) and therefore should never be exposed to a complex scenario wherein an answer would be demanded of him. He barely had been able to get over the fact that Sakura actually asked him to decide whether they should fuck. How in the world would he be able to answer her question next?

 

Since he could not answer her now, he threw the question back at her.

 

“Do you want to do this, Sakura?”

 

He said this softly but she responded as though he had shouted at her. She blinked as she quickly took off her hand away from his shoulder.

 

“I should probably take off.”

 

Her hand went back to his shoulder. This time, instead of detaining him from moving, she helped him in the process of getting off her. He desisted, however. He didn't waste second as he covered back the half-inch space that he had distanced himself from her.

 

“Wait a second.” He licked his lips, stalling for time. He was desperately summoning for rationality to rearrange his scrambled thoughts. He wanted Sakura to go since he did not want to do something that she might eventually regret doing, yet, at the same time, he needed for her to stay. He needed her to be with him until everything inside his head gets sorted out and everything between them to returns back to normal.

 

He needed for her to be there the moment it would finally sink into him that she asked him (not too long ago) to make love to her.

 

“No. I think I should just head home.”

 

Naruto panicked a little inside. Sakura's strained voice told him he had sorely disappointed her. As much as he wanted to believe that he has her best interests at heart, he could not help but wish that he could take back what he had said.

 

“I'm sorry,” he said,

 

“For what?” she asked airily, but with her face turned severely away. She inched backward, drawing his erection slightly out of her opening. Deprived of her warmth, he sought to have it once again and scooted towards her. He slipped inside her easily.

 

“I think you should stay.”

 

Probably recovering from the sensation of him sliding back into her, Sakura closed her gaping mouth shut and glared at him.

 

“You know, I am having the most damnable time trying to make sense out of you,” she snapped. “Would you just let me leave?”

A little devil inside Naruto cajoled him to rock their hips together (Kyuubi no doubt) in order to make Sakura breathless and incapable of speech. He has resisted the temptation (some thing that he truly congratulated himself for) however—his face becoming tight with repression.

“No,” he replied. When Sakura inched back for the second time, he followed once again and relished the way her breath hitched as he moved back inside of her.

Sakura's eyes narrowed. In a warning tone, she said, “Naruto…”

“I want—“

Sakura laughed out sarcastically, cutting him off. “What? You don't. Obviously.” She looked away, disgust etched on her face.

Naruto shook his head. He was about to say that it is killing him to keep his lust for her at bay but she had mistaken his hesitation for something else. How can she think that he doesn't want her? He was just making sure she would not end up regretting what they would do.

“Listen to me…” He trailed off and stopped himself just in time from sounding like he was pleading. He lost his momentum now. Truth to be told, he actually didn't know what to say in the first place.

The next move he has in his head was to kiss her. It has a stamp on it that blared out to him “Wrong! Wrong!”, but considering that he already has landed himself on a sinking ship (neck-deep in shit, more like) he really has nothing to loose. Well, except maybe the loose strands of friendship that he has with Sakura—then again, she wouldn't really be mad if he had not hesitated before, right?

He kissed her. Though the moment has nary even completely passed, (armed with no experience whatsoever) he commenced on making love to her.

999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999

 

Simply put, it had been utterly primeval. They acted as though they were in the battle field as they pushed, pulled, shoved, slammed each other on the bed, slammed each other against the wall, and ground into each other in an effort to subjugate and dominate. Slow and hesitant at first, but with the increasing number (and loudness) of their moans, pants, and the arching of their backs, trembling of their legs, plus their unrelenting determination to stay each other's climaxes, they have transformed from two clumsy teenagers who doesn't know what they were doing to something that resembles-- closely enough-- two experienced lovers.

 

They were both insatiable. For the just better part of the morning till noontime, they had been able to do it several kinds of way—slow and solemn, vigorous, harsh and bordering on torturous, playful, teasing and almost lovingly. They have played each other's bodies like until they were exhausted, and then some. When one had been on the verge of crying out `mercy', the other had done something so arousing, the both of them started pleasuring each other rigorously anew, exhaustion completely forgotten.

 

Surprisingly, for a ninja who should have been immune to most physical stimuli, Sakura turned out to have a lot (A LOT) of erogenous zones. Naruto technically have them al listed in his head (documented, memorized, bookmarked and cross-referenced). However, to make sure he had got them all down correctly, he had continually gone back to those areas and confirmed time and again to himself that these spots were the ones make Sakura writhe more, to breathe his name a bit more harsher (an act that made him imagine that she wants him more than she is letting on).

 

Ah. The joys of love making. Naruto personally thought that he would make a muck of the whole thing and eventually drive Sakura away because of his lack of skills. But apparently, he had been knowledgeable enough to make her stay and enjoy what he is doing to her. Well, 50% of the time, anyways. To be brutally honest, (and due to the very, very strange need to butcher his masculinity and dignity in front of his female audience; mayhap it is endearing?), half of the time he had known what to do because she guided his mouth and his hands to the body parts that she wanted him to attend to.

 

Like, for instance, when he had been underneath her (during the very moment she had been gliding him in and out of her), she had taken his hand to her mouth, slickened one his fingers with saliva, and ordered him to insert this into her anus. No questions asked he did as he was told. He probed using his wet digit her butt opening and gradually eased his finger into this warm and constricted portal. Sakura writhed and bit her lip to keep from crying out in time with the movement of his finger (and in time with the pumping of her hips). Incensed by her response, he impulsively swiped his tongue over one of her nipples (very erect, stone-hard nipples). Sakura, though he had not been expecting it, gave a little whimper of `more' at this, convincing him to repeat the act over and over again.

 

To climax or not to climax? It had been a very hard decision for him to do. Confused, undecided, very aroused and edging the thin lines of frustration for the fact that he doesn't know if then was the right time to get his release, Naruto's domineering side kicked in. Without any undue warning, he flattened her on her back, (a bit rougher than what he had intended) making her gasp in surprise. He raised her up by the waist and rammed his manhood into her time and again until SHE shuddered HER release.

 

Yep, if you are thinking it, Naruto had been one very happy teen that very second. He actually assumed that nothing would have been able to top that when Sakura backed him to wall. She went down on her knees and took him into her mouth. She sucked, licked ad gave him an oral with the gracelessness of an amateur, but Naruto could not have wanted anything better.

 

Naruto made love to Sakura and nothing in his life would be able to beat that.

 

99999999999999999999999999999999

 

The aftermath. This is clearly characterized by penetrating silence, now and then shattered by the whisper of a breeze or the softest of sighs and murmured words. Survivors of a fulfilling battler, alive to witness the aftermath, would stare and blink at their surrounding, drowned by the onslaught of emotions that had flooded them over. Awestruck, dumbfounded, then relief, happiness and contentment—these are but a few of the nameable emotions that get piled up to our survivors' throats.

 

“Can I be your blanker forever?”

 

Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and chose not to answer immediately. Since she had not been expecting for anything to be voiced out—well not until after a whole lot of whiles—she had failed to prepare for this kind of attack. Besides, this was supposedly the time whence everyone waits of everything to settle down and get sorted out. A time whence consequences were things that could just be dealt with later (much later) in the future. In fact, after what had recently transpired, Sakura's mind made itself completely and conveniently incapacitated as it had deemed to follow the natural course of things.

 

“Hmmmm.”

 

This is the reply that came out of her. She is actually was aiming for something that would have at least skated the borders of `no.' However, considering that her mind had already filed and had taken its Leave of Absence, her mouth, her hormones, her desires did as they wanted to do and formulated her answer to be: “hmmmm.” If it wasn't for Inner Sakura who had been chanting all this time, “Naru-chan and Saku-chan LYING on a bed, F-U-C-K-I-N-G”, her answer would have most likely resembled something like, “sure.” or `why not?', which certainly would have been more phenomenally disastrous.

 

Thank God for annoying, talking, ANNOYING subconscious.

 

Sakura shifted gingerly in place and endeavored not speak another syllable. For the duration that her mouth, her hormones ad her desires are left to their own devices, she would be better off staying put and get lulled by the rhythm of Naruto's heart. When sleep had drawn near, she welcomed it warmly, and readied herself for a (hopefully) dreamless slumber.

 

“I guess you are sleeping, Sakura-chan?”

 

Sakura would have heartily agreed to Naruto's softly murmured words, but technically since she had been assumed `sleeping', she buttoned her lips and tongue high and tight. She tried to appear as boneless and unconscious as possible when Naruto deigned to rearrange their bodies. She let him fix her to a position that he saw fit. The second he was done, they were spooning once again—her back against his chest, her bottom placed on his lap, and their hands clasped together right beside her chest.

 

“Do you think you'd love me as much as I love you?” Naruto asked in a whisper. He gave her a butterfly kiss on the shoulder and continued with his monologue. “What did you see in Sasuke anyway? Good looking though he maybe, he's a prat and asexual. You two do not fit each other. You and I do. Even a blind would have been able to se that!”

 

Naruto heaved a soulful sigh. “I am scared Sakura. What if you wake up hating me again? What if I got you pregnant and you start hating me more? What if you leave me because of that? I… Can't you just be mine, Sakura?”

 

When Naruto had finished, Sakura's mind was reeling. She had been feeling light-headed and giddy at the first part of his speech, but when he got to the second part, her happy-on-cloud-9 disposition mutated into alarm. The shift in her motions was so sudden, it seemed as though a part of her was still grinning and the rest of her were being sucked in the vortex of negative feelings, screaming in panic. The pull was hard and strong and she ended up being swept away.

 

“Pregnant?”; “Hating him more?”; “Be mine?”—what if the premise “pregnant” is true? Would she be “hating him more?” (or consent to being his?) At this day and age, being pregnant and having a kid at such an early age is frowned upon by society. She could be shunned or rejected by her parents. Would she hate him for this?

 

Being his—wouldn't that be all worth it? Inner Sakura suggested gently. Sakura personally thinks her Inner Self's logic (wonder of wonders) couldn't have been more right. But life, as they know it, could sometimes be a little tricky, if not all together naughty and nasty. With one fell swoop, it could alter your outlook and make you see things in a completely different light. For now, she has to withhold her decision to actually hate him or love him more until after she had confirmed that she is pregnant.

 

“You know, for you, I could become like Sasuke. I could manage to always look constipated! If need be, I am willing to stick something up my ass! I'd grow my hair long and have bangs dangling on my face and style my hair so it would look like there's a peacock at the back of my head. I could manage going around and conversing with people just by saying `hn' all the time. Acknowledging your presence with just the tilt of my head would be most difficult, but I will try!”

 

Naruto's voice had become louder, as if provoking from her an answer. She sorely wanted to disappoint him, but his resolutions tickled her inside. They vanquished her alarm with their broad swords and paved way for the bout of giggles that rose to her throat. She fought to stave them away. Unfortunately, Inner Sakura deemed it her right to flash her a picture of a Naruto failing at the act of looking morose, a log stuck up his ass, complete with bangs and a bird's tail feathers hairdo, his head tilted exaggeratedly at the side, greeting her a `hrn' (his very own patented and copyrighted version of `hn'), a picture which even poker faced clowns (with sad painted on faces, mind you) would have a hard time reacting to.

 

Of course, Sakura burst out laughing.

 

Startled, Naruto bolted upright, “You're awake!”

 

Sakura seriously considered faking sleep again, but the intensity of Naruto's stare made her take a peek at him.

 

“Erm…”

 

“Sakura… Did you hear everything that I have said?”

 

“Just a bit,” she replied shiftily.

 

Naruto swallowed hard and blushed faintly. “What do you think then?”

 

“Of me being pregnant, or me being yours or you being Sasuke?” She clarified in a small voice.

 

Naruto blushed harder. “You—you heard all of that?”

 

Sakura bit her lip. “Erm... I hate you?” She joked, having no idea what to say.

 

His face fell. “You mean that?”

 

“No.” She scoffed, which made Naruto frown in confusion.

 

“What?”

 

Caught at the trap of her very own making, Sakura looked around for an object that she could use as a scapegoat. Seeing nothing of the sort (Naruto's apartment really and utterly needs some remodeling and decorations), she reverted her gaze back at him. With nothing better to do, she pulled a pout.

 

“I need a hug,” she said, injecting a 100-ml intravenous dose of forlorn to her words. She knew the instant Naruto lost his frown and had blinked at her blankly that she had befuddled him even more badly than before. Taking advantage of this, she pulled Naruto into her arms and was cheered by the fact that he wrapped his around her in return.

 

A moment moseyed by them and on its wake, the dawn of Naruto's reawakening arousal.

 

“Na—“

 

“Sorry! I can't help it!” Naruto interjected weakly. “Just…. Ignore it.”

 

Sakura groaned. How in the world does he suppose she do that? What subjects, what topics should one conjure in order to keep the feeling of your lover's erection pressed against your own genitalia? If she knew firsthand, she would have done it.

 

Why do you overanalyze things, Haruno? Inner Sakura pointed out irritably. Can't you just act the way the situation calls for it? What have you got to loose? Your hymen? Her subconscious snorted. Ha! That's a laugh!

 

“Naruto?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Sakura took a deep breathe and plunged right on. “I can't ignore it.” Naruto moved to release her, but she tightened her hold on to him.

 

“Don't go,” she said hastily. “I… Do you think it's too soon to do it again?”

 

Naruto coughed. “It wouldn't be too soon for me,” he mumbled. He probably meant to say this only to himself for he started when she had given him her reply.

 

“Good.” She said, then nodded. “I want y—it. It.” She made sure that she had emphasized the last word.

 

After he recovered from (most likely) sheer shock, he said: “I promise to be gentle this time.”

 

Inner Sakura smirked. Even if you are not, she'll like it anyway.

 

Steam blew out of Sakura's ears. Having had enough of Inner Sakura's meddling, she fetched the cage she had been keeping her infernal subconscious in and sternly signaled for her to go in. Inner Sakura rolled her eyes and stomped all the way to her prison.

 

It's not like what I had said is a lie, she muttered before going in.

 

Sakura slammed the cage door shut and rolled it away from the scene. Then, she focused her attention back on Naruto.

 

He has her in an arm's length now. He gazed her at her intently, his mouth in a tight line.

 

“I want you to be on top of me.”

 

Sakura felt her throat constrict as a blush crept in and out of her face.

 

“Yes.”

 

0000000000000000000000000000000000000

 

Hmmmm… I really just want to get over my cold….and on to the rest of the story…coming up….hmmm, a take on Hinata and Sasuke? Er, not sure yet….hmmmm…..let me lie down a bit and think it over….