Four Ways Sakura Could Have Met Brooklyn (Plus One Way She Did): Part Three
Title: Four Ways Sakura Could Have Met Brooklyn (Plus One Way She Did)
By: firefox1490
Summary: Four ways Sakura could have met Brooklyn during the course of her life. Plus how she actually did met Brooklyn.
Rating: PG-13 (For sexual undertones)
Disclaimer: Takao Aoki owns Brooklyn, I’m just borrowing him for the time. Sakura is mine. No money is being made from this story. Its solely for my own amusement and entertainment and to better my skills as a writer.
Sakura could have met Brooklyn at a party. He would have been nineteen and she would have been eighteen. Her parents would have just died, his would still be pretending that they loved one another. He would have gotten to the party before her, she would have arrived after it was in full swing. He would have been standing off to the side when she made her way in. She would have made a bee line for the open bar.
Brooklyn would have seen Sakura when she came in. Sakura would not have even noticed Brooklyn. Sakura would have been smashed within two hours, Brooklyn would still be sipping the same drink for the whole night. She would have thrown herself into dancing the night away. He would watch the crowd not dancing.
Every male eye would have been on Sakura that night. Brooklyn would not have been able to look away. He would watch her the whole night. Finally he’d get tired of watched and leave his corner. He’d come up behind her on the dance floor, press against her bare back - sometime during the night she’d lose her shirt and end up in her skimpy camisole - and wrap his arms around her waist. She’d look over her shoulder and give him a dreamy smile. She didn’t care who she was dancing with so long as they moved to the music with her.
They’d spend the rest of the night dancing. Even after everyone else was long gone they’d stay pressed together. Him because he liked how well she fit in his arms, her because she wanted him in her bed for as long as possible. She had the if you could dance well you could fuck well and she wanted - badly - a good fuck. Anything to help her forget her parents, even if it was just for the night. Before everyone left they’d stumble upstairs to one of the guest room.
The next morning Sakura would wake up with one of the worst hangover she’d ever experience. She’d curse her stupidity for getting that drunk. She’s stumble into the bathroom to shower. Brooklyn would wake up hearing the shower. He’d wait a moment before going into the bathroom himself. He’d slip in behind her in the shower. She’d look up see him and smile. She’d think to herself, at least the sex was good. He’d take the wash cloth from her, press her against the wet tile. She’d wrap her arms around his neck and lean up for a kiss. Once they’d finished kissing - several minutes later - she’d smile at him again. “Sakura,” she’s say by introduction, “Brooklyn,” he’d reply. They’d quickly clean themselves and attempt to get dressed only to get distracted by the heat between them. Later they’d decide they liked having sex with one another and would try to get to know each other better…outside of bed.
But…this isn’t how they met. By the time Sakura was eighteen she would have already have met Brooklyn eleven years prior. Instead they would have skipped the party. Sakura in fact mourning her parents death and Brooklyn called away because of his parent divorce case, they had no reason to continue their sham of a marriage now that he was nineteen and an adult. Sakura drunk herself stupid that night, Yumi sitting up with her as she cried and vomited her insides out. Brooklyn did the same only he had no one to keep him company in his misery.
TBC
(Word Count: 581)
By: firefox1490
Summary: Four ways Sakura could have met Brooklyn during the course of her life. Plus how she actually did met Brooklyn.
Rating: PG-13 (For sexual undertones)
Disclaimer: Takao Aoki owns Brooklyn, I’m just borrowing him for the time. Sakura is mine. No money is being made from this story. Its solely for my own amusement and entertainment and to better my skills as a writer.
Sakura could have met Brooklyn at a party. He would have been nineteen and she would have been eighteen. Her parents would have just died, his would still be pretending that they loved one another. He would have gotten to the party before her, she would have arrived after it was in full swing. He would have been standing off to the side when she made her way in. She would have made a bee line for the open bar.
Brooklyn would have seen Sakura when she came in. Sakura would not have even noticed Brooklyn. Sakura would have been smashed within two hours, Brooklyn would still be sipping the same drink for the whole night. She would have thrown herself into dancing the night away. He would watch the crowd not dancing.
Every male eye would have been on Sakura that night. Brooklyn would not have been able to look away. He would watch her the whole night. Finally he’d get tired of watched and leave his corner. He’d come up behind her on the dance floor, press against her bare back - sometime during the night she’d lose her shirt and end up in her skimpy camisole - and wrap his arms around her waist. She’d look over her shoulder and give him a dreamy smile. She didn’t care who she was dancing with so long as they moved to the music with her.
They’d spend the rest of the night dancing. Even after everyone else was long gone they’d stay pressed together. Him because he liked how well she fit in his arms, her because she wanted him in her bed for as long as possible. She had the if you could dance well you could fuck well and she wanted - badly - a good fuck. Anything to help her forget her parents, even if it was just for the night. Before everyone left they’d stumble upstairs to one of the guest room.
The next morning Sakura would wake up with one of the worst hangover she’d ever experience. She’d curse her stupidity for getting that drunk. She’s stumble into the bathroom to shower. Brooklyn would wake up hearing the shower. He’d wait a moment before going into the bathroom himself. He’d slip in behind her in the shower. She’d look up see him and smile. She’d think to herself, at least the sex was good. He’d take the wash cloth from her, press her against the wet tile. She’d wrap her arms around his neck and lean up for a kiss. Once they’d finished kissing - several minutes later - she’d smile at him again. “Sakura,” she’s say by introduction, “Brooklyn,” he’d reply. They’d quickly clean themselves and attempt to get dressed only to get distracted by the heat between them. Later they’d decide they liked having sex with one another and would try to get to know each other better…outside of bed.
But…this isn’t how they met. By the time Sakura was eighteen she would have already have met Brooklyn eleven years prior. Instead they would have skipped the party. Sakura in fact mourning her parents death and Brooklyn called away because of his parent divorce case, they had no reason to continue their sham of a marriage now that he was nineteen and an adult. Sakura drunk herself stupid that night, Yumi sitting up with her as she cried and vomited her insides out. Brooklyn did the same only he had no one to keep him company in his misery.
TBC
(Word Count: 581)