Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Two Drinks Too Many ❯ Two Drinks Too Many ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

TWO DRINKS TOO MANY
A Naruto Fanfic Request

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I know about this much *pinches thumb and forefinger together to form an "o"* about Naruto. I have read some of the manga in "Shonen Jump" and I own the first four volumes published in English. Still, some hard-core fans may find this story a bit hard to swallow. But that's all right. This story's meant to be out of character...mostly. =P My first fanfic for this fandom and done at the request of my friend Atalia. This is for you girl! *hugs* One-shot. Sakura x Sasuke pairing. Lemon content. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the story.




"Okay, Sakura, remind me again how this happened?"

"Well, Sakura, it started out as a quiet evening, minding your own business -- for a change -- when there's a knock on the door."

"Oh yeah. And silly me got up to answer it, didn't I?"

"You sure did."

"And that's why my room is such a mess, right?"

"It sure is."

Sakura sighed to herself, wondering how she was ever going to clean a room so messy. It had been clean over an hour ago! Now what little belongings she had -- and treasured -- were strewn about carelessly. One of the figurines she'd bought earlier that day was lying in pieces on the table. Her sheets were everywhere, her pillows missing. She was certain her futon was under the mess somewhere.

How did this happen again?

Oh, yeah. Someone left a drunken Sasuke on her doorstep.

Now he was half asleep on her floor amidst the mess he created.

Sakura cursed her own dumb luck. The one time she has Sasuke all to herself...and he's drunk. But how did he get drunk, she wondered. Drinking was not something he did on a regular basis. Actually, she couldn't remember a time when he even TRIED an alcoholic beverage. This was more Naruto's style...at least Sakura thought so.

Which answered the question of WHO got Sasuke drunk.

But exactly how much did he have?!

A groan caught her attention and Sakura remembered Sasuke lying on the floor. She dug through her things, organizing them as well as possible. This took some time, and Sasuke's groans kept getting louder and louder. She wasn't certain what was wrong until he bolted upright, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other plastered over his mouth.

"No, not yet! WAIT!"

She barely had enough time to grab a small pail let alone drop it in front of him when he decided to vomit. She wrinkled her nose first at the sound, then the smell. He wretched once more before falling back onto the floor.

"Sasuke?"

He made a noise that sounded very much like a grunt. Sakura took that as a good sign. At least he recognized his name.

"Sasuke, how do you feel?"

He answered with another grunt, deeper this time and shorter than the last. It took some decoding but Sakura figured he still felt like crap and very much not himself.

"Give me a moment to find my futon, okay."

The third grunt echoed the second. Sakura ignored it in favor of cleaning up more of the mess. It took a few minutes to clear a large patch of floor. Thankfully part of it contained her futon. Swiftly she managed to clear the area and was proud of herself when she finally found her bed, the blankets and both her pillows. She turned back to Sasuke who had rolled about a foot in the opposite direction and was now lying on his stomach. Was that a good thing, she wondered.

"Okay, Sasuke, let's get you to bed."

"O...kay...." Finally managing to speak after a prolonged silence, the boy's voice sounded strangely childish and playful. The smile on his face only confirmed it.

"Master Kakashi will have your head if he finds out about this," she warned him, pulling one of his arms around her shoulder and helping him to stand. Gods was he heavy! "Work with me, here. We just need to go a few steps."

"O...kay...."

'Man is he heavy,' she thought, carrying most of his weight as she led him to the futon. After about five steps they made it as close as possible. Sasuke was just too heavy and being no help. With a sigh, Sakura let go of his arm, allowing the boy to slide to the floor unceremoniously. He curled up then, making himself comfortable on her futon.

Watching him, Sakura got this urge to talk to him. It wasn't everyday she had a captive audience, and there was something she'd been meaning to tell him. They were only weeks from graduation. If she didn't say it now, she may never get the chance again!

Sighing again, she sat on her knees. "Sasuke...there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while. It's kind of important...."

"Sakura...chan...."

"No, no. Let me finish," she said, holding up a hand to stop him. "You see. I realize I've been somewhat of a pest, but only because I care about you, see. I've thought about it for a while now, and I know that what I feel for you is not a crush." She sighed, preparing herself. "I'm...Sasuke, I love you." She grimaced, waiting for some kind of reaction.

One never came.

Opening one eye, she turned to see his reaction.

He was out cold.

"Oh, that figures," Sakura mumbled to herself, arms crossing over her chest. "I try to confess to him, even while he's drunk off his ass...and he passes out on me." She sighed. "Great, just great."

Mumbling a few more curses to herself, she plopped down onto the floor next to the futon. Oh well, she told herself, maybe this wasn't the greatest situation, but she could make the best of it. Sasuke was usually so reserved and quiet, keeping his distance from her and Naruto at times. Okay, she admitted almost vehemently, MOST of the time! So this was her chance to get close.

He was already passed out in her bed after all.

A small ray of hope shown through her heart. She could lay down with him. It would be totally innocent -- and slightly less than what she REALLY wanted -- but it could work. No harm, no foul, right?

But her giddiness faded as her conscience spoke, "He's drunk! You'd be taking advantage of the guy! Do you really want to play it that way? When he finally comes to, he'll hate you! And then what if everyone finds out--?!"

"Okay, okay!" She waved a hand in front of her face as if swatting away an annoying bug. Her thoughts were just as annoying, but they were right. She had no desire to take advantage of Sasuke. No. She wanted to win him over fair and square. Cheating wasn't her thing.

And, she admitted to her herself with a miserable groan, it just wouldn't be right.

Sighing, she grabbed a second blanket and laid down on the floor next to the occupied futon. It wasn't comfortable, but her tired body didn't care. Who would've guessed Sasuke would be a handful when he's drunk? She smiled at the thought, closing her eyes and allowing sleep to overtake her.



The clock on the table next to the bed read 3:47AM in bold red. Sasuke wondered from the bathroom, trying to get his bearings. He wasn't in his room, that much was clear. The bathroom wasn't in the right place and he was certain he didn't own a pink towel. The room smelled different as well. There was a floral scent he hadn't noticed before. So this DEFNIITELY wasn't his room.

Then...where was he?

He staggered back over to the futon, tripping over a bundle of sheets before falling unceremoniously to the ground. Just what had been in those drinks Naruto had given him. That was the last time he trusted the fox with his emotions. At least he had the courtesy not to laugh. But did he have to be so damn cheerful all the time?!

Head pounding and body aching from the wretching he'd just done, Sasuke laid down with a groan. He realized, with some effort, that the drinks must have had alcohol of some sort. Cursing his luck -- and Naruto -- he closed his eyes, willing his stomach not to lurch. He groaned again as his thoughts swam, his stomach somersaulting. He prayed to whatever god would listen that he wouldn't have to vomit again. Rolling over, he prepared himself for another run to the bathroom.

And came face to face with another pair of eyes in the darkness.

His first instinct was to jump. He forced himself into a sitting position, preparing to fight. His head swam, the world spinning a round him. It didn't improve his nausea either. Adrenaline pumping through his system he prepared himself for the worst...and to make a run for the bathroom if need be.

"Sasuke," a feminine voice grumbled through the darkness. "You're awake?"

"Yeah," came the weary reply. Was that? "Sakura?"

She blinked sleepily. "Huh?"

Sasuke could make out Sakura's outline through the shadows. His body relaxed, though his stomach still clenched in pain. "What am I doing in your room?"

"You...you passed out in front of my door," she explained, a bit embarrassed now that he was awake and seemingly coherent. "Well, you were passed out anyway...and drunk. So I brought you in here."

"Really?"

"Yep. You know, you're pretty laid back when you're drunk," she commented with a hidden giggle. "You act just like a little kid."

Sasuke flushed a deep red in the darkness, glad that his roommate could not see it. "Sakura, did I...did I do anything...while I was drunk?"

Silence filled the room as the girl thought back through the experience. "Well...you did make a mess of my closet." A pause. "And you broke that new CD I just bought." Another pause. "Then there's the picture you drew on the wall...."

Sasuke silently cursed himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trouble you." Then he paused, looking at the girl through the shadows. "Did I...really do all that?"

"Umm...yeah. You did."

"Anything else I should know about?" For some reason he remembered Sakura wanting to tell him something. She'd said it was important.

Sakura shook her head. "No, I don't think so. You passed out on my futon. I left you there to sleep."

"Ah." Perhaps it wasn't important after all. Not as important as nature's call. Again. "Excuse me," he said, covering his mouth with one hand while he made a run for the bathroom.



Sakura flinched as the vial wretching noise continued. He'd been in there for a good ten minutes. Was he all right? She sighed, knowing it would be pointless to ask...not like he could answer at any rate. So she busied herself with preparing some broth. It was a remedy she'd remembered from class. Mixing the few ingredients needed, she heated it over a small hot plate. It was taking longer than she'd thought, but then so was Sasuke.

Grabbing a fresh towel from her bag, she walked over to the bathroom door. "Sasuke, are you all right?"

"I'll...be out in a minute," came the muffled reply.

"There's a clean towel outside the door if you need it."

"Thanks."

Sakura returned to the broth, stirring the steaming brew until the bathroom door finally opened. Sasuke re-entered the room, the fresh towel hanging around his shoulders. His hair was soaked, his face pale. He flinched as his eyes came in contact with the brighter light. He looked at her curiously as he made his way towards her.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a healing brew," she told him, her voice tired. "You don't have to drink all of it, but a few sips should help settle your stomach."

"I...didn't mean to wake you."

"It's better that you did," she said, pouring a small amount of the broth into a cup. With a smile she handed it to him and said, "Besides, I wasn't sleeping very well on the floor."

Sasuke wrinkled his noise slightly, sniffing at the broth. "Why didn't you lay down on the futon?" He took a sip, surprised to find that it tasted rather good. "There was plenty of room?"

Sakura, although surprised by his question, replied with a sigh, "I didn't want to infringe on your personal space."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow in question. Apparently this wasn't the answer he expected. Come to think of it, if circumstances were different, he very well would have expected to wake up next to Sakura. Wasn't she his personal raving fangirl or something?

"Aren't I the one infringing on YOUR personal space?"

Sakura shrugged, cleaning up what little mess she made before moving back to the futon. "Not intentionally. And...I don't really mind."

"You don't?"

Sakura sat on the futon and shook her head. "No. I don't have a problem helping friends when they need it." She giggled, remembering some of the things Sasuke had done. "Especially when they act so out of character it's funny."

Sasuke frowned, sitting next to Sakura. He cradled the cup of broth, now half empty, in both hands. Staring at the contents, he stated flatly, "I'm glad you were amused."

Sakura's laughing stopped almost abruptly. "I'm sorry, I know it's embarrassing, but...."

"But?"

She sighed wistfully. "But it was good to see you so out of control, you know. You're such a control freak sometimes. Always focused on on your goals. Not that they're not admirable or anything," she hurried to add. "But it's nice to know you're as normal as the rest of us."

He stared at the cup in his hands. "Normal, huh?" A small smile tugged at his mouth. "I'd never considered it."

"Well, maybe *yawn* you should start."

Sasuke watched as Sakura stretched her arms over her head. He'd only noticed on several occasions her lithe body, her graceful movements. It's part of what made her a good ninja. But he'd never had the strange urge to be close to her before, to touch her. Was he still drunk or were his hormones finally kicking in?

Shaking his head as if to clear it, he asked, "What time is class today?"

"Eight sharp," she replied wearily.

"And it's almost five." He sat the cup aside. "Perhaps we should both get some sleep."

Sakura eyed him carefully as he laid down on the futon. Then she sighed. "You're not the one sleeping on the floor," she mumbled.

"No," he replied in a tone more usual for him. "We're both sleeping on the futon."

Surprised, Sakura felt an arm snake around her arm and pull downward. Before she had a chance to move, she was lying on the futon, facing away from Sasuke, one arm pinned around her and the covers up to her shoulders. "Sasuke?"

"Just like I said, plenty of room." He seemed pleased with himself, although a part of him wasn't sure why.

"Ummm...Sasuke?"

"Go to sleep, Sakura," he murmured, feeling quite lethargic himself. "I know you're tired."

'Well, that might have been the case,' she thought. And while her body was screaming for rest, exactly how was she supposed to do that with the guy of her dreams snuggled up close behind her?! 'Breathe, Sakura,' she had to remind herself, 'Deep calming breaths.'

Breathing did little to calm her screeching nerves, but as time went on, she could hear Sasuke's even breathing, feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back. Gods he was close! So very close! Her nerves still on a high, her breathing began to echo Sasuke's until they were breathing in unison. Her body began to relax then, her thoughts wandering into happy dreams as sleep took over.



Red numbers screamed 6:23am as Sasuke woke up yet again. This time, it wasn't from nausea or an upset stomach. No, he felt just fine. A little warm, but fine. He moved to sit up but memories of recent events reminded him of where he was and who he was with.

Besides, it was difficult to sit up with someone half-lying on top of him.

Lying back down, he remembered that he was sharing the futon with Sakura now. While it had been his idea, he was slowly wondering why he even suggested it. She was willing to sleep on the floor as she had before. Now she was snuggled up on his right, her body pressed against his side. One leg was draped over both of his and one arm slung across his middle. Without looking he could tell she was still asleep, her breathing deep and slow, easy and even.

'Just take a deep breath. That's it,' he thought to calm himself. There really was no need to be nervous, even with Sakura so close. She wasn't going to hurt him. Probably couldn't even if she tried.

So what was he so uptight about?

Sakura stirred, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep. She rubbed against him unconsciously, her leg and arm shifting. He remained impossibly still the entire time, not wanting to wake her up. It was difficult again, of course, once she settled down. Snuggled impossibly tighter against him, her knee was now stuck between his legs and relatively close to a spot he preferred she not go near. Her arm had hugged him before her hand trailed up his chest to rest on his left shoulder.

'I'm either dead or going to die,' he thought, feeling the heat from his blush.

Daringly, he turned his head and looked at Sakura's face. She looked very sweet lying there, her face conveying no hint of anger or happiness. She simply looked content to use him as a pillow.

'I don't think she's ever looked more innocent,' he thought. Slowly he brought his left hand around so that he could move a stray piece of hair from her face. His right arm, which she was lying on, snaked around her, holding her closer. 'She's really not so bad after all. Actually...she's kind of cute.'

'What do you mean cute?' a little voice squeaked. 'She's a demon! She's been after you since the day she saw you.'

'What girl in my class hasn't?'

'Hmm...good question.'

Whether he'd ever admit it out loud or not, Sasuke did care for Sakura. Was it because they were teammates? More than likely. Otherwise he never would've gotten to know her as a person as well as a fighter. She was not the most skilled of their class, but she was one of the brightest. She gave 100 percent no matter what the challenge. Even if she failed, she was a winner. Sasuke could admire her intelligence and determination. He always had.

Sakura stirred again, this time sighing and moving her leg -- more specifically her knee -- from the place of danger where it had been. Sasuke took this opportunity to turn on his side -- his back was killing him now -- and face her. Momentarily, she looked distrubed about something, but once he wrapped his left arm around her, she settled down, falling back into the world of dreams.

'I wonder what she's dreaming about,' he thought idly, looking her face over once again.

It was his last thought before he went back to sleep.



Sakura groaned. Her neck hurt as she tried to lift it to look for the clock. It was so bright in the room! Was it dawn already?

'Dammit, forgot to turn off the lights,' she admonished herself. Actually, if she remembered correctly, Sasuke didn't give her time to turn off the lights. Did he really just pull her down onto the futon and tell her to go to sleep? 'Oh well. What time is it?'

Craning her sore neck, she found her clock. 6:39am. There was at least half an hour before her alarm would go off. A half an hour left to rest. She was surprised by how tired she really was...and how comfortable sleeping with Sasuke had been. Until she tried to move, that is. Her body hadn't moved a whole lot, her muscles sore and tight. She groaned with the effort of stretching, very much aware of how close Sasuke was and...wait a minute! They were facing each other now! How did that happen?!

'Does it matter,' her inner self questioned, grinning happily.

Sakura sighed, her eyes sweeping over his face. It looked so gentle, devoid of his usual concentration and determination. 'He really is cute when he sleeps.'

'And he's right in front of us!'

Sakura frowned. 'I am NOT taking advantage of him.'

Her inner self frowned as well. 'Why not?'

She sighed again. 'Because....'

'Because...why?'

Sakura turned red from fuming. 'Just because!'

'He's right there!'

'I know that!'

'So have at it!'

'NO!'

'Why NOT?!'

'Because....'

Her inner self huffed, "Oh not THAT again.'

'Because I want him to have a say, too.'

'What do you mean?'

'I want him...but he has to want me back.'

'Oh. That would be nice, wouldn't it?'

'Yes. Yes it would.' Sakura looked over Sasuke's face again, her right hand reaching out to gently remove a piece of hair from his eyes. Her fingertips then lightly traced a line across his skin, from his temple to cheek. She smiled to herself. 'But maybe one kiss wouldn't hurt.'

Her inner self bounced with joy. 'Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!'

Sakura leaned closer, giving only a fleeting thought to stopping, before she pressed her lips lightly against his. She hadn't far to go since they were lying close together. It was a bit odd, as she was the shorter in that position, but what could it have hurt for a brief kiss?

Her fingertips caressed his cheek as her lips caressed his. She was surprised by how soft his skin was under her fingertips and how pliant his lips were beneath hers. A rush of warmth ran through her, leaving a cold tingle in its wake that caused her to shiver. Unconsciously she pressed closer to Sasuke, her body suddenly cold and in need of his warmth.

As she began to pull away, she was surprised again when Sasuke's arms tightened. His lips pressed against hers, initiating another kiss. Sakura's heart skipped a beat -- several beats -- and her body melted.

'Oh my god!' Her inner self was suddenly awake and alert. 'He's kissing us. He's KISSING us!'

Sakura remained silently, one arm snaking around his middle to hold him as tightly as he held her. Sighing, her lips parted. Yet again, Sasuke surprised her by licking her upper lip with the tip of his tongue before sending it inside to explore further. She moaned, opening herself to him, her arm hugging him as close as possible.

She'd kissed him only once before...and that was to break him of his curse. It had been quick, efficient. All the things Sasuke was. It had been nothing like the heat-ridden liplock they had just shared. Maybe Sasuke was still drunk...or maybe he was asleep and dreaming.

But when her eyes opened, the kiss over, they met with a pair of half-closed dark orbs.

'I'm dreaming,' she told herself.

'Dreaming?! God I hope not,' her inner self replied.

Sakura wasn't sure if it was the look in his eyes or just the nearness of him that sent her heart into a talespin. She was too preoccupied with trying to control her breathing. It was futile, really. Being close to him was doing something to her. She told herself she should pull away, but her body was a solid weight, unmoving. She wanted to kiss him again too, wanting to feel his lips against hers, but she held back. His silence was unnerving and guilt began to settle into her. Was he angry? Upset?

"Sasuke?"

He placed a finger to her lips before bringing himself closer. Sasuke was only half awake, but well aware of Sakura's close proximity. He had responded to her kiss. The rush of adrenaline was better than any exercise he'd undergone in training and he wanted to feel it again. So he took a second kiss, which snapped his senses wide awake.

But was he really?

Looking at Sakura, her eyes were darkening pools. She felt like a warm mass in his arms. As if a man dying of cold he held her close to him, her body molding itself to his, one of his legs slipping between hers. One of her legs draped over his, locking them together. Instincts kicking in, he rolled over, looming above her. Sakura seemed surprised by this, yipping at the quick change of position.

"Sasuke...!"

"Don't talk."

And he made sure she didn't, pressing his lips down on hers in a determined motion for silence. Sakura's eyes widened, then closed tightly, her arms hugging him closely. He responded in kind, holding her closer, the kiss becoming a rough press of lips.

'Well if he's not going to argue,' she thought, opening her mouth just a bit to allow herself to be explored.

Sasuke took the bait, delving his tongue inside her mouth as if it contained precious nourishment. It slid inside almost expertly, daring her tongue to play. Sakura didn't hesitate, responding to his demands and adding her own. Her hands traveled restlessly over his back, stroking, burning, pulling him impossibly closer. She nearly grabbed at his butt, instead grasped his sides. The intimate contact revealed a hard mass against her left hip. Her mind reeled over the implication and she suddenly grew nervous, tense.

Consumed by a gnawing hunger he'd never known, emboldened by Sakura's searching caresses, Sakuke's hands began exploring as well. Her flesh felt like fire and her cotton pajamas made a frustrating impediment to his investigation. Her stomach fluttered as his fingers passed over, her legs and arms growing rigid. Sensing his partner's growing tension, Sasuke broke the kiss and pulled back to look down at her.

"Sakura? Are you...all right?"

"Fine," she replied, breathless.

Sasuke wasn't convinced. "You need to relax."

"I am relaxed."

"Sakura, look at me."

Opening her eyes she looked at Sasuke...and almost stopped breathing. There was this intense look in his eyes. He was studying her, sure, but there was something else. A question. She sighed, her body releasing a little of that tension.

"I guess I'm just...nervous," she answered thoughtfully.

Sasuke echoed her sigh, relieved that he had been doing nothing wrong. Why was he even doing it in the first place? Because he couldn't stop himself? Certainly he had more self control than that. But it had felt so good. She had been so warm, more than willing. Yet it wasn't right...was it? His instincts were bashing his conscience and a headache began to set in. His body tensed as the war between his brain and his hormones raged.

"Now who's the incredibly tense one?"

His eyes locked with Sakura's and his hormones quickly won out over his brain. There was emotion in her eyes. Care. Love. He began to realize how close they still were, the flesh of her thighs touching his knees. Animal instincts loomed but he managed to ask, "What were we talking about?"

Sakura giggled, a girlish gesture even for her. Caressing the sides of his face, she lifted herself the distance it took to press her lips against his. The instant they connected he groaned and she felt her insides turn to mush. When she pulled away, Sasuke's eyes were darker, more intense. She offered him a small smile.

"We weren't talking," she stated.

"Oh. Okay." He shrugged, smiling down at her. "What were we doing then?"

With strength greater than any she could muster before, Sakura pulled Sasuke down until their lips met again. She pressed on his lips, inviting him to explore, exploring on her own. There was no talking, no teasing. Only feeling. Emotional and physical.

Sasuke had no idea what had possessed him. All he knew is that he had to have her. To feel her skin beneath his hands. His hands moved at the thought, sneaking under her top, kneading the warm skin of her back. He groaned as she pulled him closer, moved herself closer to him. His fingertips pressed into the small of her back, his hips pressing downward. He was pleased when she pressed back, even more so when one of her legs lifted, allowing him to settle closer to his goal.

Sakura nearly screeched when she felt Sasuke's hand on her ribcage. His fingers tickled as they moved upward, her heart stopping as they closed over a breast. She moaned as he squeezed gently, testing. Her fingers reflexively tightened on his shirt, pulling it upward and balling the material in her fist. Then her fingers snuck underneath, traveling across warm skin and taught muscle.

'Off,' her inner self growled in frustrated anger. 'Take the shirt OFF!'

She moved to do so, but Sasuke was quicker. She was lifted slightly, her own shirt being removed before he sat back on his heels and removed his. Sakura wasn't all the surprised by his lean exterior. What was surprising was the paleness of the skin. How smooth and soft under her touch.

Sasuke had to remove Sakura's hands from his chest to bend over and kiss her. When her hands found purchase on his shoulders then moved down his back again, he continued exploring. Cupping a breast in one hand his mouth wandered over to the other. He tasted her skin, licking at the hardening nub at its peak. She practically purred beneath him, her finger making daring dives into the waistband of his shorts. One hand managed to get deep enough that her fingernail scrapped over the head of his growing manhood.

It was Sasuke's inner voice that told him to get rid of his shorts. And fast! With Sakura's help he managed to get the belt, button and zipper undone. Then he let Sakura take over, tugging his shorts downward. He had to maneuver to get them past his knees and off, but once they were, he knelt gloriously naked above her.

'Oh god, I AM dreaming,' Sakura thought.

'Hello! Fair is fair, you know,' her inner self said.

'Oh...yeah.'

Quickly, Sakura moved to remove her pajama shorts, but Sasuke's hands stopped her. With a smile much unlike him, he leaned over placing a light kiss to her bare stomach. As his kisses moved upward, her shorts moved downward. Her underwear, too! By the time their lips met in an intimate, open-mouthed kiss, she was naked beneath him with only Sasuke as a cover.

Hands moved swiftly about, touching, caressing, exploring. They parted only for air, then went back to kissing each other. Sasuke couldn't get enough, and was slightly surprised by how frail Sakura really looked beneath him. He knew she was no push over. The sinewy muscles beneath her smooth skin told him so. She took being a ninja as seriously as he did. But she looked...smaller...than usual. Maybe it was just the angle.

But when Sakura grasped his solid erection in her hands, all thought was gone.

"Sakura...." Her name was a plea, a question, a request.

The female ninja grinned devilishly, squeezing his engorged manhood and stroking his lightly. It was surprising, the contrast between silk and steel, but her thoughts vanished when she felt Sasuke touching her back, his lips suckling at her breast while his fingers toyed with her femininity. So strong were the urges within her, so deep were his fingers buried in her wet folds, that she released his erection and grasped onto the futon mattress, holding the material in a death grip as her first orgasm slammed into her.

"Sasuke...oh my--!"

He groaned as he felt Sakura clench his fingers within her. Moaned as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his closer. Her legs shifted again, one of them wrapping itself around his middle. He lowered himself into a more comfortable position. Her leg locked him in place, with no intention of escape. No, there was something else, something urging him on. He had to have something.

He had to have her.

Sasuke's head lulled forward, his forehead resting in the valley between her breasts. The tip of his erection positioned itself naturally, as if knowing what to do on its own. Gritting his teeth, he gently pushed forward. A groan escaped him as he felt himself being enveloped by moist heat. He bit his lip to restrain a grunt as Sakura's nails dug into his back. He could also move no further. Not without....

"Sakura--?" This was her last chance, he told himself. Control hung by a thread. All she had to do was say the word.

"Don't--!" She closed her eyes as pain shot through her. One tear fell, then another. She released her death grip on his back, her fingers trailing up to his shoulders. "Don't stop." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Sasuke...onegai...."

The last of his control snapped at the desperate sound of his name. Bracing himself he pulled out an inch, then slammed into her, driving himself completely inside. Sweat formed on his brow, heat and pleasure coursing through is body. Was this what it was supposed to feel like? Euphoric and strangely...awkward? Doing his best to move only minutely -- 'It's a supposed to hurt a girl her first time, right?' -- he lifted himself to look down at Sakura.

Ignoring the tears she felt falling into her ears, Sakura focused on the strange new presence inside of her. It hurt, her body stretching to accommodate his. She inhaled one shaky breath, then another. Finally her body succumbed to the intrusion, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body as she adjusted her hips, just slightly. She opened her eyes then, her body falling into a state of euphoric lethargy.

"I never knew," he whispered. But this couldn't be everything, could it?

No, his instincts told him.

His eyes locking with hers, he began a gliding rhythm. He felt Sakura sigh, felt her body tense then relax. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her nails scratching downward. She closed her eyes again, tossing her head as far back as it would go against the floor. Sasuke felt himself lull, his head dropping down again as he picked up his pace.

Sakura opened her mouth to scream as her first orgasm slammed into her, but no sound came out. Gasping for air, her body arched closer to his, trying to take more of him inside of herself, if it were possible. She went rigid for a moment, moaning and squirming like a fish out of water. But as his pace continued, she found herself giving back, matching his thrusts with her own. Soon they were moving in unison, building to a new level of passion.

Fingers digging into the futon, Sasuke tried to hold onto something as he felt his climax approaching. Was this the end? This soon? Placing a sloppy kiss to the swell of one breast, he put everything he could into their joining. His pace hit a fevered pitch and didn't stop even as Sakura found her voice and screamed his name. He grunted in reply, slamming into her as hard as he could before his own body gave in. Her name flowed from his lips in a whisper as he let go.

Sasuke fell on top of her, managing to roll his upper body to the right before laying beside her. He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. Sakura sighed closing her eyes and hugging him in return. Everything turned a hazy shady of white before completely being engulfed in darkness.



"Okay, Sakura, remind me again how this happened?"

"Well, Sakura, it started out as a quiet evening, minding your own business -- for a change -- when there's a knock on the door."

"Oh yeah. And silly me got up to answer it, didn't I?"

"You sure did."

"And that's why I'm butt naked in bed with an equally naked Sasuke beside me, right?"

"It sure is."

Sakura smiled to herself, snuggling deeper into bed and closer to a still sleeping Sasuke.

A yawn echoes through the room. "What do you think he'll do when he wakes up?"

"Freak out, of course."

Another yawn. "We're going to be late for classes."

"Who cares?!"

"He will."

"Then wake him."

"Uh-uh."

"And why not?"

"Because I want to stay like this *yawn* a little longer."

A sigh. "Suit yourself."


~OWARI~

DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Sasuke, Sakura, or any of the other characters mentioned in this story. Naruto, all characters and likenesses, are copyright Shueisha and TV Tokyo. They are used here without permission. No money is being made from this story therefore suing would be pointless.