naruto fic: "you said, you promised"
something i found in my HD, had it done for months and i had totally forgotten about it XD
wow, 24 more hours till the end of 2011, i'm sooooo looking forward to it XD
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Title: "you said, you promised"
Rating: R-ish
Words: 1,405
Characters/Pairings: Sasuke/Sakura
Theme/Prompt: theme #97 - nighttime, from this table
Warnings/AN: umm, innuendos and suggestive themes. a sequel to "they're supposed to live happily ever after, moron", thought it's not necessary, i sugest you read that one before
Summary: In which Sasuke is reminded of a promise… in a very, very nice way. (Or in which Sakura tries to be a naughty, naughty girl and fails... miserably.)
Disclaimer: the usual.
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He plops down onto his rickety bed, and sighs tiredly. Untying his headband, he throws it to the side, half hoping it lands on his nightstand but not really caring if it does. The apartment is too quiet, as it is to be expected, it is past midnight after all, and the only other occupant is surely asleep.
Whatever had possessed him to accept a truce with the Hokage of the rebuilding Village of the Hidden Leaves, the same village that had destroyed his life and his clan and the same village he had crushed years ago, he doesn’t know. Well, actually he does know.
It’d been because of Sakura.
Both Tsunade, the current Hokage, and himself worry about Sakura’s wellbeing, so they had made a truce. As long as Tsunade trains Sakura to the best of her abilities, he swears to remain loyal to the village.
That had been their agreement, eight years ago, when Sakura had turned eight, and he had spared the Hokage’s life.
Everything is good, so far; true to her word, Tsunade trains Sakura day in and day out to help her become an elite ninja, and true to his, he risks his life for the village doing A-ranked and S-ranked mission constantly. There is the occasional B-ranked mission, when he goes out with his team: a blonde, loud-mouthed, obnoxious boy; a shy, stuttering, always-on-the-verge-of-fainting girl; and Sakura. The three of them are among the best Chuunin of the village, and he will secretly admit that their skills can be easily compared to those of a Jounin.
He sits up with great effort, ignoring the scream of agony his abused body gives, and proceeds to discard his clothes. First his Jounin vest, along with his globes and sandals. Then the bandages from his shins and forearms. And as he reaches for the hem of his turtle-neck shirt, the gentle groan of the floorboards from the hallway makes him stop, and he curses inwardly.
The door to his room opens slowly, and a feminine silhouette steps in, closing the doors just as silently as it was opened.
“Sakura, go back to your room.”
The girl ignores him and walks in his direction quietly. Sasuke wonders briefly if she’s gone back to her sleep-walking habit (she had it for a few years when she was younger), but rejects the idea and settles for admitting, though only mentally, that the mission left him exhausted enough to make him clumsy when sneaking into their apartment. Either that, or Sakura is getting better at detecting his presence.
He is inclined to believe the former.
Sakura climbs on the bed, crawling her way to him. With an unexpected move, she forces him on his back and crawls into his lap, straddling him.
“Sakura-”
“Tsunade-sama invited me dinner tonight… yesterday night, whatever…”
Her tone is lazy, almost as if she had woken up or had been in the process of falling asleep when he arrived. He groans inwardly, because without further explanation, he already knows what she’s going to say.
“And I tasted the sake she likes so much-”
“You’re drunk.”
“I am not.”
She smiles lazily at him, bends over, and places a sloppy kiss less than an inch from his mouth. She slips her hands under his shirt and yanks it over his head, trapping his hands above it-well, not really, he can free himself easily, but to do so he’ll have to get a little forceful with Sakura.
And that is never going to happen.
“Sa-”
“I’m only a little dizzy, and maybe a little sleepy too…” she trails off, her mouth hovering over his and her half-closed eyes causing havoc to his self-control. “I was waiting for you.”
“Saku-”
This time it is himself the one that cuts his sentence short, hissing, in pain or maybe in pleasure, he’s not sure, but it is most likely a product of the teasing kisses Sakura is leaving across his chest. Really, the girl will never make things easy for him, will she. Freeing his hands from its lousy confines, he grabs her wrist firmly and sits up with her still perched comfortably on his lap. Sakura smiles that lazy smile that sends jolts down his spine again and he growls at her.
“Stop it.”
His voice is harsh, maybe too harsh, had it been louder, but as it is, it only comes out as a strangled whisper. One Sakura takes the wrong way-or maybe the right way, he isn’t sure anymore.
“You have no idea how I’ve longed to do this, Sasuke…”
His name comes out as a throaty moan, and he has to do everything in his power not to pin her to the bed and ravish her. Everything. The fact that she decides that exact moment to move in forwards doesn’t help him much, as her lips collide with his in a hungry kiss. He falters only long enough to respond briefly, before pulling back abruptly, but this doesn’t deter Sakura, as she redirects her ministrations to his neck.
The hiss that escapes him now is definitely one of pleasure and he can feel his body responding to the girl, in a way that shouldn’t, couldn’t, but does because self-restrain can only last so long. And his is way over its limit.
“Sakura, we can’t-damn it.”
He really ought to stop talking, as every word comes out raspy and laced with lust, something that will surely have the contrary desire if he hopes to make Sakura stop.
“If you’re gonna tell me you could easily be my father, then save it, because you’re too young to pull that off,” she says, pausing long enough to look him in the eye with that wicked glint that screams TROUBLE for him in capital letters.
“But I am certainly old enough to be your brother-”
“But you’re not.”
“Sakura.”
“I want you.”
Sasuke pulls back from her, stopping her from delivering anymore kisses to his naked chest successfully. He glares at her, and it’s only then he realizes what she’s wearing and his glares magnifies exponentially. One of his old shirts, that is way too big for her small frame, as the collar is falling over one shoulder while precariously hanging onto the other. And while the garment is long enough to reach her mid-thighs, it is currently ridden high around her hips, letting in plain sight the green-cotton panties she probably got as a present from one of her friends.
“Sakura.”
“You want me too.”
To prove her point, she grinds her hips into his painful erection, forcing a groan out of his throat. Damn the girl.
“I’m ten years your senior-”
“And ten years more experienced, I know,” she gasps, grinding her hips against him again and keeping a steady rhythm. “God, Sasuke, you don’t know how I’ve longed for this…”
“Couldn’t have been long,” he growls. “You’re only sixteen.”
“A year is long enough…”
In an unexpected move, Sasuke pins her to his rackety bed, presses his body into her, and lets out an animalistic growl into her neck.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he growls, demands.
Sakura grabs his face and locks her eyes with his, giving him the sweetest of all her smiles. “Because you promised… you promised, remember? You said you couldn’t be my Prince, but that you could be my Knight… all those years ago… when… said you’ll be my Knight…”
Slowly, her words trail off and her eyes drift close and her body goes limp. Sasuke blinks, perplexed, as he watches her enter a deep slumber.
Stupid kid, he thinks resignedly, and rolls off her.
With a sigh, he picks her up, valiantly ignoring his body’s protest, and carries her to her room (which is way bigger and more homey than his) where he put her back in her bed and tucks her in. Just because he doesn’t want to go yet, and because he can, Sasuke sits on her bed, and brushes some of her pink strands away from her face.
“You’re annoying, Sakura…”
She really is, he realizes, but they’ve been through so much already that… well, it would be odd not to have her annoying-ness around him anymore, but-
“…I did promise, didn’t I?”
-as long as she keeps annoying him, and him only, Sasuke doesn’t mind.
“Sasuke…”
“Hn.”
He doesn’t mind at all.
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comments plese? =D
wow, 24 more hours till the end of 2011, i'm sooooo looking forward to it XD
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Title: "you said, you promised"
Rating: R-ish
Words: 1,405
Characters/Pairings: Sasuke/Sakura
Theme/Prompt: theme #97 - nighttime, from this table
Warnings/AN: umm, innuendos and suggestive themes. a sequel to "they're supposed to live happily ever after, moron", thought it's not necessary, i sugest you read that one before
Summary: In which Sasuke is reminded of a promise… in a very, very nice way. (Or in which Sakura tries to be a naughty, naughty girl and fails... miserably.)
Disclaimer: the usual.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~
He plops down onto his rickety bed, and sighs tiredly. Untying his headband, he throws it to the side, half hoping it lands on his nightstand but not really caring if it does. The apartment is too quiet, as it is to be expected, it is past midnight after all, and the only other occupant is surely asleep.
Whatever had possessed him to accept a truce with the Hokage of the rebuilding Village of the Hidden Leaves, the same village that had destroyed his life and his clan and the same village he had crushed years ago, he doesn’t know. Well, actually he does know.
It’d been because of Sakura.
Both Tsunade, the current Hokage, and himself worry about Sakura’s wellbeing, so they had made a truce. As long as Tsunade trains Sakura to the best of her abilities, he swears to remain loyal to the village.
That had been their agreement, eight years ago, when Sakura had turned eight, and he had spared the Hokage’s life.
Everything is good, so far; true to her word, Tsunade trains Sakura day in and day out to help her become an elite ninja, and true to his, he risks his life for the village doing A-ranked and S-ranked mission constantly. There is the occasional B-ranked mission, when he goes out with his team: a blonde, loud-mouthed, obnoxious boy; a shy, stuttering, always-on-the-verge-of-fainting girl; and Sakura. The three of them are among the best Chuunin of the village, and he will secretly admit that their skills can be easily compared to those of a Jounin.
He sits up with great effort, ignoring the scream of agony his abused body gives, and proceeds to discard his clothes. First his Jounin vest, along with his globes and sandals. Then the bandages from his shins and forearms. And as he reaches for the hem of his turtle-neck shirt, the gentle groan of the floorboards from the hallway makes him stop, and he curses inwardly.
The door to his room opens slowly, and a feminine silhouette steps in, closing the doors just as silently as it was opened.
“Sakura, go back to your room.”
The girl ignores him and walks in his direction quietly. Sasuke wonders briefly if she’s gone back to her sleep-walking habit (she had it for a few years when she was younger), but rejects the idea and settles for admitting, though only mentally, that the mission left him exhausted enough to make him clumsy when sneaking into their apartment. Either that, or Sakura is getting better at detecting his presence.
He is inclined to believe the former.
Sakura climbs on the bed, crawling her way to him. With an unexpected move, she forces him on his back and crawls into his lap, straddling him.
“Sakura-”
“Tsunade-sama invited me dinner tonight… yesterday night, whatever…”
Her tone is lazy, almost as if she had woken up or had been in the process of falling asleep when he arrived. He groans inwardly, because without further explanation, he already knows what she’s going to say.
“And I tasted the sake she likes so much-”
“You’re drunk.”
“I am not.”
She smiles lazily at him, bends over, and places a sloppy kiss less than an inch from his mouth. She slips her hands under his shirt and yanks it over his head, trapping his hands above it-well, not really, he can free himself easily, but to do so he’ll have to get a little forceful with Sakura.
And that is never going to happen.
“Sa-”
“I’m only a little dizzy, and maybe a little sleepy too…” she trails off, her mouth hovering over his and her half-closed eyes causing havoc to his self-control. “I was waiting for you.”
“Saku-”
This time it is himself the one that cuts his sentence short, hissing, in pain or maybe in pleasure, he’s not sure, but it is most likely a product of the teasing kisses Sakura is leaving across his chest. Really, the girl will never make things easy for him, will she. Freeing his hands from its lousy confines, he grabs her wrist firmly and sits up with her still perched comfortably on his lap. Sakura smiles that lazy smile that sends jolts down his spine again and he growls at her.
“Stop it.”
His voice is harsh, maybe too harsh, had it been louder, but as it is, it only comes out as a strangled whisper. One Sakura takes the wrong way-or maybe the right way, he isn’t sure anymore.
“You have no idea how I’ve longed to do this, Sasuke…”
His name comes out as a throaty moan, and he has to do everything in his power not to pin her to the bed and ravish her. Everything. The fact that she decides that exact moment to move in forwards doesn’t help him much, as her lips collide with his in a hungry kiss. He falters only long enough to respond briefly, before pulling back abruptly, but this doesn’t deter Sakura, as she redirects her ministrations to his neck.
The hiss that escapes him now is definitely one of pleasure and he can feel his body responding to the girl, in a way that shouldn’t, couldn’t, but does because self-restrain can only last so long. And his is way over its limit.
“Sakura, we can’t-damn it.”
He really ought to stop talking, as every word comes out raspy and laced with lust, something that will surely have the contrary desire if he hopes to make Sakura stop.
“If you’re gonna tell me you could easily be my father, then save it, because you’re too young to pull that off,” she says, pausing long enough to look him in the eye with that wicked glint that screams TROUBLE for him in capital letters.
“But I am certainly old enough to be your brother-”
“But you’re not.”
“Sakura.”
“I want you.”
Sasuke pulls back from her, stopping her from delivering anymore kisses to his naked chest successfully. He glares at her, and it’s only then he realizes what she’s wearing and his glares magnifies exponentially. One of his old shirts, that is way too big for her small frame, as the collar is falling over one shoulder while precariously hanging onto the other. And while the garment is long enough to reach her mid-thighs, it is currently ridden high around her hips, letting in plain sight the green-cotton panties she probably got as a present from one of her friends.
“Sakura.”
“You want me too.”
To prove her point, she grinds her hips into his painful erection, forcing a groan out of his throat. Damn the girl.
“I’m ten years your senior-”
“And ten years more experienced, I know,” she gasps, grinding her hips against him again and keeping a steady rhythm. “God, Sasuke, you don’t know how I’ve longed for this…”
“Couldn’t have been long,” he growls. “You’re only sixteen.”
“A year is long enough…”
In an unexpected move, Sasuke pins her to his rackety bed, presses his body into her, and lets out an animalistic growl into her neck.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he growls, demands.
Sakura grabs his face and locks her eyes with his, giving him the sweetest of all her smiles. “Because you promised… you promised, remember? You said you couldn’t be my Prince, but that you could be my Knight… all those years ago… when… said you’ll be my Knight…”
Slowly, her words trail off and her eyes drift close and her body goes limp. Sasuke blinks, perplexed, as he watches her enter a deep slumber.
Stupid kid, he thinks resignedly, and rolls off her.
With a sigh, he picks her up, valiantly ignoring his body’s protest, and carries her to her room (which is way bigger and more homey than his) where he put her back in her bed and tucks her in. Just because he doesn’t want to go yet, and because he can, Sasuke sits on her bed, and brushes some of her pink strands away from her face.
“You’re annoying, Sakura…”
She really is, he realizes, but they’ve been through so much already that… well, it would be odd not to have her annoying-ness around him anymore, but-
“…I did promise, didn’t I?”
-as long as she keeps annoying him, and him only, Sasuke doesn’t mind.
“Sasuke…”
“Hn.”
He doesn’t mind at all.
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comments plese? =D