[archived] [Neji & Sakura & Shikamaru] ; Breathless ; GNSR Request #5
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Naruto
: Hyuuga Neji x Haruno Sakura
: Nara Shikamaru x Haruno Sakura
Breathless
Requested By: infi_inficio
Request: Something occurs during a strategic mission & some ShikaSaku.
Comments: Smutty. My first really smut-like work. It's, uh, pretty bad. But everyone starts somewhere, right?
It was a simple enough mission - get in, get the goods, get out, easy and smooth. It was hardly worth having three people and all the effort, yet something bugged at the back of Sakura's mind as she eyed the building warily, casually slumped against a wall. "Why are all the windows boarded closed? Aren't curtains enough to keep out the sunlight?"
"It does seem to be a bit extreme, but the..." Shikamaru's voice crackled in her ear, and she heard the pause before he chose his words a bit more carefully, "target's clients usually don't want to be seen within a mile of her home. Incoming, your way."
She gave a slightly impatient huff of sound and glanced down the street; two people turned a corner, both male and talking idly. One of them was clearly drunk while the other looked straight at her with a disapproving frown. Time to play.
She shifted her weight slightly and stood in their path, flirtatiously tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking up with a winsome smile. She lowered her voice to a seductive (she hoped) purr. "Are you lovely men looking for a good time?" And that better be enough cliches to win the reaction I want.
"We're a bit busy," the not-drunk one replied shortly, pushing past her as though she were a leper. She pouted at his back as his drunk friend muttered something that, apparently, was quite amusing.
"What, little Giselle isn't good enough for you?" she whined after them sulkily. Some part of her died a little inside.
Pretending to stalk back to her wall in a huff, she dragged the remnants of her shawl around her and whispered, "West clear."
"East clear." Neji's voice was calm and smooth and had none of the static Shikamaru's radio carried. "Commence."
- - -
A cat looked at the intruders with a disdainful flick of its tail. It was, at least to Sakura's rather discerning and nitpicky mind, ridiculously easy.
She sidestepped a mound of magazines and squinted around the living room, silently cursing the boarded windows. That left the front door as the only way in (thankfully the neighbors were hardly nosy) and blocked any sunlight from reaching indoors. And, of course, they couldn't turn on the lights. Breaking and entering certainly had its drawbacks.
She glanced over her shoulder with a frown. "It looks like the only other room down here is a kitchen. I'll check upstairs."
- - -
Shikamaru paused halfway up the stairs. There were the soft sounds of movement above him; Neji and Sakura's whispers were nothing more than a mumble of sound. He turned, concentrating. A giggle caught at his ear.
Shit.
- - -
"This looks like what we're looking for." Neji flipped through the pages quickly. "It's all information on the city leaders."
"Blackmail?" She glanced over his shoulder, frowning. "Are you sure this is it?"
"Probably." He slipped it into a pocket. "She's entertained quite a few people from around the place, and it's hardly unthinkable that one of them might have said something about assassinating the Feudal Lord. Apparently whores can be a mine of information."
Biting back the urge to ask just how he would know that, Sakura settled the other papers neatly on the table once more. "Then let's head out of here."
"Too late." Shikamaru strode swiftly into the room, taking one glance and shoving the both of them in the general direction of a small alcove - one that definitely would not hold the three of them. "We need to hide. They're at the front door."
Neji frowned. "She was supposed to be away for at least another hour. She never leaves the bar early."
"Not unless she finds a willing customer when she's run out of drink," he replied grimly. "Hide."
"And what," Sakura snapped, "Do you expect us to do? Transform into a hat rack? There are no doors here, the window is boarded, and if you haven't noticed, we won't fit."
- - -
Well, she supposed it was as good a plan as any. A better plan would have them out of the house and on the way home, another success beneath their belts. But now Shikamaru was sitting on the ground, she was sitting between his legs with her back pressed firmly against his chest, and Neji was crouched in front of her, his breath uncomfortably warm against her forehead.
It was uncomfortable and embarrassing as hell, but they fit. And - Sakura's heart jumped into her throat as feet thudded against the stairs and something slammed against the wall - she would die before admitting it, but she would have been panicked if they weren't there with her.
Neji's hand tightened on her arm; she felt Shikamaru's leg flex against hers.
A giggle, a throaty moan, a whisper she couldn't quite catch, and then they spilled into the room, the woman's hands catching at clothing, tugging and pulling and tossing in swift movements. Neither looked toward the alcove, where the illusion was hastily placed.
Her laughter was throaty and seductive and held promises; Sakura felt a little blush color her cheeks as she thought of her lackluster performance earlier. No wonder she hadn't been propositioned. Not that she had exactly wanted to be - and even if she had, Shikamaru would have come along with a manly swagger and a scowl, starting a little drama and scaring off potential suitors. Hardly the best cover, but certainly the only they could have really afforded in a seedy neighborhood.
Sakura closed her eyes tightly, struggling to even her breathing. Control. Calm down.
A rough demand - "Yeah, right there, baby" - and wicked laughter. She could hear the rustle of their clothing, the wet smack of kisses.
Another moan, and something like a purr. He was telling her how much he liked it - in detail - and Sakura's ears burned. Something shivered down her back; she wasn't quite sure what it was. Disgust? No, not quite that. It certainly couldn't be excitement. Of course not. They... they were dirty, there, in the room, never realizing they had three silent watchers. And they were doing things. Things that Sakura hadn't dreamed about.
Well, she assumed they were. She wasn't sure, really; she hadn't been watching after the first glance of bare chest and a groping hand squeezing the woman's bottom.
Sakura jumped as Neji shifted slightly, and her eyes flew open when his shoulder bumped her nose. Shikamaru moved behind her, and she drew in a sharp breath. She was ignorant, not stupid; some part of her knew he was uncomfortable. Certainly he couldn't like what was going on - not Shikamaru, with the outdated chivalry - but he was probably aroused nonetheless.
Her back stiffened unconsciously, and both boys - men, her miserable mind corrected - stilled immediately. A glance upward at Neji's face showed what she expected to see; brows drawn together in something like irritation and his jaw tight. And he was...
Watching.
Embarrassment colored her face as she followed his gaze, only to see a perfect side view of something she'd only heard about. Her breath hitched as she frantically tore her eyes away, feeling a shameful flush shiver through her body. Shikamaru shifted behind her again, and she held herself stiffly.
She was all-too-damned aware of little things; Shikamaru's inner thigh pressed up against her hip and Neji's arm brushed against her shoulder, his hand braced against the wall. If she moved the slightest inch forward, she could easily touch his shoulder.
If she moved back just a bit, she would be snug against - against...
She closed her eyes tightly and shut off that thought firmly, wishing she could do the same to the sounds - murmurs, whispers, groans, naughty words - and the feelings - that shameful heat curled in her abdomen, reached a little lower - and the imagery that flashed through her mind. Sakura found herself wondering just how it felt to be licked, and jerked a little when she realized it.
"Concentrate," Neji hissed in her ear - his breath against her skin, citrus sweet and warmly moist - and she stifled a whimper, reflexively pulling back. Her back was flush against Shikamaru's vest, and she felt arms automatically rise to embrace her - pause, still, and fall back to his sides. Sakura jerked again, swore silently in her mind - which promptly went blank when Neji's hand caught hers.
Warm skin, large hands - strong and rough and how will they feel on me? She bit her lower lip, hard, feeling Shikamaru's hand on her back. It was probably supposed to be something steadying, calming. She wanted to moan.
"Baby, touch me," the woman whispered throatily - Sakura flinched, flushed, and felt Neji's grip gentle. The hand against her back rested a little more lightly, hot against the skimpy fabric of her disguise.
Oh, God.
She was still dressed as a whore.
Guilt crept through her, and she felt intensely relieved that the two were behaving (mostly) like perfect gentleman. No wandering fingers, no soft caresses, despite the temptation that had to be there. Despite the... ah, view.
She let out a little breath, then sucked it back in as Shikamaru's hand slid from her back to her hip and pulled her a little more snugly against him.
They're perverts after all! she cried into the not-listening emptiness of her mind.
"You're tense," he muttered in her ear. "Relax, or our cover's blown. You won't keep up the illusion like this."
Hah. But relief relaxed her a bit, and she gingerly rested her back against his chest. Some part of her was thinking that she would feel something pressing against her, but - contrary to all the naughty stories - she didn't feel anything different. Then again, this was the first time Sakura had ever been so intimately snug against a man's privates (and chest, she reminded herself primly), and she... didn't have anything to relate it to.
She felt herself wanting to wriggle a little just to test it out, and stamped on that desire firmly.
Oh. Desire.
Her heart thumped, quickened, slowed.
She looked around restlessly - out of the corner of her eye she could see the woman's bare leg curved over an equally naked shoulder. She shivered at the loud grunts, the approving "Oh, mmm, yes baby", the following "Oh, faster", and the breathless "Harder, oh please!". Then she jerked again as the woman purred, "Oh, fuck me harder. It feels so good."
On one hand, the words sounded like a completely bad script. On the other, she definitely felt something swell a little behind her. And - her eyes fell - there was...
Oh, God.
She jerked her eyes away. Looking at your teammate's... um... is probably not a good thing, Sakura, she thought, and tried not to think too hard on just how big 'it' was supposed to be. She wasn't even sure what to call it in her thoughts.
She licked her lips, dry and nearly cracking. She looked again, helplessly, and her eyes nearly crossed. How could they handle that angle? And how could slamming that hard make it feel good?
But apparently it did, because the woman was groaning, the man was grunting, and Neji's grip was almost painful. Sakura shifted uncomfortably. Throbbed a little.
As though aware of how tightly he was holding her hand, Neji let it go abruptly. She bit back a whimper. Shikamaru moved again; chest, thigh, hands - they all brushed against her, pressed for a moment as he settled more comfortably again.
Sakura couldn't help it. She moaned a little, then clapped her hands over her mouth. They both stiffened - some part of her mind giggled hysterically at her choice of description - at the sound.
She didn't meet Neji's eyes, staring instead over his shoulder. She didn't flinch when Shikamaru's arms came around her waist, pulled her a little closer. His lips touched lightly at her neck, her shoulder; she could feel the mouthed apology. Then came his voice - rough and hard and low. "I won't touch you any more than this, but for God's sake, woman, be quiet."
She wanted, then, to laugh. Felt a pleased little flush curl her toes. The man was groaning and grunting and she could hear the bed squeaking loudly. Another position, but the sounds were the same - the grunts and moans and wildly shouted "Yes, right there!"
Some part of her realized, then, the power she held at that moment; it was like realizing her womanly charms threw all intellect and reason into the trash bin of the bathroom, where no one ever went searching for lost items. Her lips curved a bit and she reached out, brushing a hand against Neji's vest and feeling him draw away just slightly. Wicked and demure, she curled her fingers into a pocket and tugged.
He resisted, frowning at her.
She smiled faintly, gave a slight shrug - Shikamaru's arms tightened a little - and leaned up to whisper against his ear. Sakura knew he shivered slightly as her breath brushed across his ear. "You can hold me if you need to," she murmured.
He gave her a scowl, and she tugged a little harder, smiling victory as Neji moved forward. She drew up her knee as he tapped a finger against it, and shivered as his hand gently caressed down the top of her thigh. Shikamaru's hands were lightly caressing her belly - then down his fingers slipped beneath her top and touched bare skin.
She made a strangled little sound in her throat as Neji's lips brushed against her ear. "Keep the illusion up," he ordered - voice hard and cool and oddly flat.
Sakura flinched; flushed as humiliation heated her face. It's work. We're working. It's a mission. I'm a professional, right? Then drew in a sharp breath when he squeezed her thigh, fingers traveling further.
And then hands - both hands, all hands - slid lower, higher, eased without apology beneath flimsy skirts and simple cotton. One hand, then two, and don't stop don't stop don't STOP--
She bit Neji's shoulder to tell him to stop his fingers, his hand - it wasn't what she'd signed in for. What were they doing? And oh, please, don't stop.
But only, do, because--
Because she wasn't the slut she was dressed as.
But he apparently misinterpreted (or ignored) her bite and there were fingers rubbing, brushing, circling--
She whimpered and wriggled, silently cursing them both as Neji warned her - again - about the illusion. Fuck the illusion, she wanted to say. Or maybe, Then let's get the hell out of here and continue later. Then, more practically, she thought, Let's never do this again.
Which, of course, meant let's have as much fun now as we can, because it won't happen again.
Her breath caught in her throat; it wasn't just rubbing and squeezing and teasing touches anymore. It was something more. "I thought you weren't going to..." Breathe in. Shuddered breath out; the faintest hint of a moan. "Touch me... more than a hug?"
Hard thrusts and rough handling, their breathing choppy and hot and insanely erotic to her ears.
"I lied."
She whimpered at the sound of Shikamaru's voice, rough and unsteady. Reached out, grabbed at his thigh. Squeezed, whimpered - knew which hand was his, then, because he was rougher and squeezed and rubbed her nearly raw - and Neji's mouth covered hers. Warm tongue, deep kisses, hot and wet and Oh God, their hands were everywhere.
Some part of her thought, Illusion, illusion, the fucking illusion. The rest of her didn't really think at all.
- - -
They were rumpled and sweaty and smelled like...
Sakura's mind shied from that thought as the three of them snuck out of the alcove, past the snoring bodies. Her watch told her quite clearly that it was easily three in the morning.
Her legs felt like rubber beneath her, and her clothes were beyond straightening, and she still had her virginity intact.
Some part of her really, really wanted to fix that. The other parts - the rational, logical and intelligent parts - told her sharply that she was being very, very silly.
It wasn't until they hit the night air that she spoke.
"This never happened." She stared at the sky, cheeks red and hot and memories - recent ones - flying through her mind. "Okay?"
Naruto
: Hyuuga Neji x Haruno Sakura
: Nara Shikamaru x Haruno Sakura
Breathless
Requested By: infi_inficio
Request: Something occurs during a strategic mission & some ShikaSaku.
Comments: Smutty. My first really smut-like work. It's, uh, pretty bad. But everyone starts somewhere, right?
It was a simple enough mission - get in, get the goods, get out, easy and smooth. It was hardly worth having three people and all the effort, yet something bugged at the back of Sakura's mind as she eyed the building warily, casually slumped against a wall. "Why are all the windows boarded closed? Aren't curtains enough to keep out the sunlight?"
"It does seem to be a bit extreme, but the..." Shikamaru's voice crackled in her ear, and she heard the pause before he chose his words a bit more carefully, "target's clients usually don't want to be seen within a mile of her home. Incoming, your way."
She gave a slightly impatient huff of sound and glanced down the street; two people turned a corner, both male and talking idly. One of them was clearly drunk while the other looked straight at her with a disapproving frown. Time to play.
She shifted her weight slightly and stood in their path, flirtatiously tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking up with a winsome smile. She lowered her voice to a seductive (she hoped) purr. "Are you lovely men looking for a good time?" And that better be enough cliches to win the reaction I want.
"We're a bit busy," the not-drunk one replied shortly, pushing past her as though she were a leper. She pouted at his back as his drunk friend muttered something that, apparently, was quite amusing.
"What, little Giselle isn't good enough for you?" she whined after them sulkily. Some part of her died a little inside.
Pretending to stalk back to her wall in a huff, she dragged the remnants of her shawl around her and whispered, "West clear."
"East clear." Neji's voice was calm and smooth and had none of the static Shikamaru's radio carried. "Commence."
- - -
A cat looked at the intruders with a disdainful flick of its tail. It was, at least to Sakura's rather discerning and nitpicky mind, ridiculously easy.
She sidestepped a mound of magazines and squinted around the living room, silently cursing the boarded windows. That left the front door as the only way in (thankfully the neighbors were hardly nosy) and blocked any sunlight from reaching indoors. And, of course, they couldn't turn on the lights. Breaking and entering certainly had its drawbacks.
She glanced over her shoulder with a frown. "It looks like the only other room down here is a kitchen. I'll check upstairs."
- - -
Shikamaru paused halfway up the stairs. There were the soft sounds of movement above him; Neji and Sakura's whispers were nothing more than a mumble of sound. He turned, concentrating. A giggle caught at his ear.
Shit.
- - -
"This looks like what we're looking for." Neji flipped through the pages quickly. "It's all information on the city leaders."
"Blackmail?" She glanced over his shoulder, frowning. "Are you sure this is it?"
"Probably." He slipped it into a pocket. "She's entertained quite a few people from around the place, and it's hardly unthinkable that one of them might have said something about assassinating the Feudal Lord. Apparently whores can be a mine of information."
Biting back the urge to ask just how he would know that, Sakura settled the other papers neatly on the table once more. "Then let's head out of here."
"Too late." Shikamaru strode swiftly into the room, taking one glance and shoving the both of them in the general direction of a small alcove - one that definitely would not hold the three of them. "We need to hide. They're at the front door."
Neji frowned. "She was supposed to be away for at least another hour. She never leaves the bar early."
"Not unless she finds a willing customer when she's run out of drink," he replied grimly. "Hide."
"And what," Sakura snapped, "Do you expect us to do? Transform into a hat rack? There are no doors here, the window is boarded, and if you haven't noticed, we won't fit."
- - -
Well, she supposed it was as good a plan as any. A better plan would have them out of the house and on the way home, another success beneath their belts. But now Shikamaru was sitting on the ground, she was sitting between his legs with her back pressed firmly against his chest, and Neji was crouched in front of her, his breath uncomfortably warm against her forehead.
It was uncomfortable and embarrassing as hell, but they fit. And - Sakura's heart jumped into her throat as feet thudded against the stairs and something slammed against the wall - she would die before admitting it, but she would have been panicked if they weren't there with her.
Neji's hand tightened on her arm; she felt Shikamaru's leg flex against hers.
A giggle, a throaty moan, a whisper she couldn't quite catch, and then they spilled into the room, the woman's hands catching at clothing, tugging and pulling and tossing in swift movements. Neither looked toward the alcove, where the illusion was hastily placed.
Her laughter was throaty and seductive and held promises; Sakura felt a little blush color her cheeks as she thought of her lackluster performance earlier. No wonder she hadn't been propositioned. Not that she had exactly wanted to be - and even if she had, Shikamaru would have come along with a manly swagger and a scowl, starting a little drama and scaring off potential suitors. Hardly the best cover, but certainly the only they could have really afforded in a seedy neighborhood.
Sakura closed her eyes tightly, struggling to even her breathing. Control. Calm down.
A rough demand - "Yeah, right there, baby" - and wicked laughter. She could hear the rustle of their clothing, the wet smack of kisses.
Another moan, and something like a purr. He was telling her how much he liked it - in detail - and Sakura's ears burned. Something shivered down her back; she wasn't quite sure what it was. Disgust? No, not quite that. It certainly couldn't be excitement. Of course not. They... they were dirty, there, in the room, never realizing they had three silent watchers. And they were doing things. Things that Sakura hadn't dreamed about.
Well, she assumed they were. She wasn't sure, really; she hadn't been watching after the first glance of bare chest and a groping hand squeezing the woman's bottom.
Sakura jumped as Neji shifted slightly, and her eyes flew open when his shoulder bumped her nose. Shikamaru moved behind her, and she drew in a sharp breath. She was ignorant, not stupid; some part of her knew he was uncomfortable. Certainly he couldn't like what was going on - not Shikamaru, with the outdated chivalry - but he was probably aroused nonetheless.
Her back stiffened unconsciously, and both boys - men, her miserable mind corrected - stilled immediately. A glance upward at Neji's face showed what she expected to see; brows drawn together in something like irritation and his jaw tight. And he was...
Watching.
Embarrassment colored her face as she followed his gaze, only to see a perfect side view of something she'd only heard about. Her breath hitched as she frantically tore her eyes away, feeling a shameful flush shiver through her body. Shikamaru shifted behind her again, and she held herself stiffly.
She was all-too-damned aware of little things; Shikamaru's inner thigh pressed up against her hip and Neji's arm brushed against her shoulder, his hand braced against the wall. If she moved the slightest inch forward, she could easily touch his shoulder.
If she moved back just a bit, she would be snug against - against...
She closed her eyes tightly and shut off that thought firmly, wishing she could do the same to the sounds - murmurs, whispers, groans, naughty words - and the feelings - that shameful heat curled in her abdomen, reached a little lower - and the imagery that flashed through her mind. Sakura found herself wondering just how it felt to be licked, and jerked a little when she realized it.
"Concentrate," Neji hissed in her ear - his breath against her skin, citrus sweet and warmly moist - and she stifled a whimper, reflexively pulling back. Her back was flush against Shikamaru's vest, and she felt arms automatically rise to embrace her - pause, still, and fall back to his sides. Sakura jerked again, swore silently in her mind - which promptly went blank when Neji's hand caught hers.
Warm skin, large hands - strong and rough and how will they feel on me? She bit her lower lip, hard, feeling Shikamaru's hand on her back. It was probably supposed to be something steadying, calming. She wanted to moan.
"Baby, touch me," the woman whispered throatily - Sakura flinched, flushed, and felt Neji's grip gentle. The hand against her back rested a little more lightly, hot against the skimpy fabric of her disguise.
Oh, God.
She was still dressed as a whore.
Guilt crept through her, and she felt intensely relieved that the two were behaving (mostly) like perfect gentleman. No wandering fingers, no soft caresses, despite the temptation that had to be there. Despite the... ah, view.
She let out a little breath, then sucked it back in as Shikamaru's hand slid from her back to her hip and pulled her a little more snugly against him.
They're perverts after all! she cried into the not-listening emptiness of her mind.
"You're tense," he muttered in her ear. "Relax, or our cover's blown. You won't keep up the illusion like this."
Hah. But relief relaxed her a bit, and she gingerly rested her back against his chest. Some part of her was thinking that she would feel something pressing against her, but - contrary to all the naughty stories - she didn't feel anything different. Then again, this was the first time Sakura had ever been so intimately snug against a man's privates (and chest, she reminded herself primly), and she... didn't have anything to relate it to.
She felt herself wanting to wriggle a little just to test it out, and stamped on that desire firmly.
Oh. Desire.
Her heart thumped, quickened, slowed.
She looked around restlessly - out of the corner of her eye she could see the woman's bare leg curved over an equally naked shoulder. She shivered at the loud grunts, the approving "Oh, mmm, yes baby", the following "Oh, faster", and the breathless "Harder, oh please!". Then she jerked again as the woman purred, "Oh, fuck me harder. It feels so good."
On one hand, the words sounded like a completely bad script. On the other, she definitely felt something swell a little behind her. And - her eyes fell - there was...
Oh, God.
She jerked her eyes away. Looking at your teammate's... um... is probably not a good thing, Sakura, she thought, and tried not to think too hard on just how big 'it' was supposed to be. She wasn't even sure what to call it in her thoughts.
She licked her lips, dry and nearly cracking. She looked again, helplessly, and her eyes nearly crossed. How could they handle that angle? And how could slamming that hard make it feel good?
But apparently it did, because the woman was groaning, the man was grunting, and Neji's grip was almost painful. Sakura shifted uncomfortably. Throbbed a little.
As though aware of how tightly he was holding her hand, Neji let it go abruptly. She bit back a whimper. Shikamaru moved again; chest, thigh, hands - they all brushed against her, pressed for a moment as he settled more comfortably again.
Sakura couldn't help it. She moaned a little, then clapped her hands over her mouth. They both stiffened - some part of her mind giggled hysterically at her choice of description - at the sound.
She didn't meet Neji's eyes, staring instead over his shoulder. She didn't flinch when Shikamaru's arms came around her waist, pulled her a little closer. His lips touched lightly at her neck, her shoulder; she could feel the mouthed apology. Then came his voice - rough and hard and low. "I won't touch you any more than this, but for God's sake, woman, be quiet."
She wanted, then, to laugh. Felt a pleased little flush curl her toes. The man was groaning and grunting and she could hear the bed squeaking loudly. Another position, but the sounds were the same - the grunts and moans and wildly shouted "Yes, right there!"
Some part of her realized, then, the power she held at that moment; it was like realizing her womanly charms threw all intellect and reason into the trash bin of the bathroom, where no one ever went searching for lost items. Her lips curved a bit and she reached out, brushing a hand against Neji's vest and feeling him draw away just slightly. Wicked and demure, she curled her fingers into a pocket and tugged.
He resisted, frowning at her.
She smiled faintly, gave a slight shrug - Shikamaru's arms tightened a little - and leaned up to whisper against his ear. Sakura knew he shivered slightly as her breath brushed across his ear. "You can hold me if you need to," she murmured.
He gave her a scowl, and she tugged a little harder, smiling victory as Neji moved forward. She drew up her knee as he tapped a finger against it, and shivered as his hand gently caressed down the top of her thigh. Shikamaru's hands were lightly caressing her belly - then down his fingers slipped beneath her top and touched bare skin.
She made a strangled little sound in her throat as Neji's lips brushed against her ear. "Keep the illusion up," he ordered - voice hard and cool and oddly flat.
Sakura flinched; flushed as humiliation heated her face. It's work. We're working. It's a mission. I'm a professional, right? Then drew in a sharp breath when he squeezed her thigh, fingers traveling further.
And then hands - both hands, all hands - slid lower, higher, eased without apology beneath flimsy skirts and simple cotton. One hand, then two, and don't stop don't stop don't STOP--
She bit Neji's shoulder to tell him to stop his fingers, his hand - it wasn't what she'd signed in for. What were they doing? And oh, please, don't stop.
But only, do, because--
Because she wasn't the slut she was dressed as.
But he apparently misinterpreted (or ignored) her bite and there were fingers rubbing, brushing, circling--
She whimpered and wriggled, silently cursing them both as Neji warned her - again - about the illusion. Fuck the illusion, she wanted to say. Or maybe, Then let's get the hell out of here and continue later. Then, more practically, she thought, Let's never do this again.
Which, of course, meant let's have as much fun now as we can, because it won't happen again.
Her breath caught in her throat; it wasn't just rubbing and squeezing and teasing touches anymore. It was something more. "I thought you weren't going to..." Breathe in. Shuddered breath out; the faintest hint of a moan. "Touch me... more than a hug?"
Hard thrusts and rough handling, their breathing choppy and hot and insanely erotic to her ears.
"I lied."
She whimpered at the sound of Shikamaru's voice, rough and unsteady. Reached out, grabbed at his thigh. Squeezed, whimpered - knew which hand was his, then, because he was rougher and squeezed and rubbed her nearly raw - and Neji's mouth covered hers. Warm tongue, deep kisses, hot and wet and Oh God, their hands were everywhere.
Some part of her thought, Illusion, illusion, the fucking illusion. The rest of her didn't really think at all.
- - -
They were rumpled and sweaty and smelled like...
Sakura's mind shied from that thought as the three of them snuck out of the alcove, past the snoring bodies. Her watch told her quite clearly that it was easily three in the morning.
Her legs felt like rubber beneath her, and her clothes were beyond straightening, and she still had her virginity intact.
Some part of her really, really wanted to fix that. The other parts - the rational, logical and intelligent parts - told her sharply that she was being very, very silly.
It wasn't until they hit the night air that she spoke.
"This never happened." She stared at the sky, cheeks red and hot and memories - recent ones - flying through her mind. "Okay?"