Kissing Booth (SasuNaru) -Part 2-
[Two-Shot]
“Don’t forget, Sasuke! You’re running the Kissing Booth with Gaara at the Festival!” Sakura yelled as Sasuke and the baka left from practice, going in opposite directions. Kakashi had long since disappeared, probably to buy the new addition to Icha Icha Paradise. So in turn, the young ninja had been chatting after lessons, mostly about the upcoming Festival. It had been a long day of training, Sasuke had to admit. And in a sense, he couldn’t wait for the Festival that was going on later that day. Both he and Gaara had been nominated to be the Kissers at the Kissing Booth. It wasn’t that Sasuke hadn’t been expecting the nomination, but instead, the reaction Naruto gave. The dobe had laughed strangely and walked away with a sense of upmost accomplishment. Giving a smirk, Sasuke simply shook his raven head and walked in the direction of home with Gaara. They were going to coordinate their Kissing Booth wear together. So Sasuke had invited him over for the afternoon.
Gaara was a bit nervous because he still had yet to kiss anyone and Sasuke himself seemed indifferent about the whole situation. They couldn’t not take the nominations seriously. In fact, if they were to not accept, they would probably be tackled and strapped to a chair, forced to kiss girls. All the fangirls had been a part of it, would all wait anxiously to kiss the Mr. Unkissable-Subaku and Mr. Totally-Kissable-Uchiha. The fangirls … a kissing booth … even Naruto would be able figure that out.
Shrugging his shoulders at Gaara for him to follow, the two boys headed in the direction of the Uchiha estate. There they went through a multitude of possible clothing choices, not really saying much to each other. Outside of this moment both males hadn’t really hung out. In fact they didn’t have many missions together at all. This shocked Sasuke, he figured that since they were so alike, that they would have a lot in common. But no, they had little—if anything—in common.
But what shocked Sasuke most was when Gaara said and asked, “Do hope Naruto comes? Because in all honesty, I hope Lee comes.”
What was he to say to that?
---| Later That Evening |---
The Festival was packed. There were fangirls, regular girls, old people, and perverts all around and yet Sasuke felt discouraged for some reason. On his skin was a swift smelling cologne that Sakura had forced on both him and Gaara, claiming it would make things erotic. Several times had he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He was on his 309th kiss that night. There were no sparks, no fireworks, no tingling through his body. Nothing of importance, nothing of remembrance. Behind the 310th girl was a line several feet long. Internally, Sasuke groaned with annoyance. Why must he be cursed with attractive features?
Sakura had already long since had her turn at kissing the raven. So had Ino, Hinata (who fainted), Temari; TenTen and several others that Sasuke recognized but hadn’t bothered learning the names of. Out of the blue, came a girl with flowing blonde hair and too blue eyes. Vaguely familiar, Sasuke’s subconscious muttered, but brushed it off as coincidence. After placing her appointed amount of donation money into the hot pink and blinding white box, she stepped up the steps. She grinned shockingly wide, finger waving girlishly. Gaara depressedly waved back, discreetly wiping his lips of spittle.
Before Sasuke was able to process his or her actions, the blonde beauty smacked both of her hands on the raven’s cheeks and kissed him, bruising instantly.
Sasuke felt as his whole body tensed under the soft lips, surprised that she would be so bold as to kiss him. For the other ditzy freaks, Sasuke had been forced to start it. In all honesty, Sasuke preferred being the kissee rather than the kisser. The blonde slipped his hand upward into the ebony locks that were begging to be touched, earning her a groan of liking. Letting his hands have their way, Sasuke traced his way up the blue eyed’s sides, gliding over the luscious curves. His calloused hand ending up in those heavenly locks. Wondrous to withhold, silky to run through, lovingly all his own. Not being able to hold out any long, Sasuke prodded cautiously with his tongue, enticed by the smooth and savory feel of the mystery girl’s lips. Slowly, Sasuke felt those delicate lips open, allowing the raven access to her wet cavern. A small battle between tongues commenced within her mouth and soon she gave up trying. Sasuke was given complete access to this beautiful and sensual girl’s warmth and he wasn’t one to object entrance. On hand traveled and swirled circles on the other’s back and another was petting those beautiful golden locks.
Feeling feisty, she bit onto Sasuke’s tongue, causing the boy to gasp in pleasurable pain. Smirking evilly, the girl was given the ability to take dominance in the kiss, just the way Sasuke liked. And if he were standing, Sasuke was sure he’d be weak at the knees in pleasure. Sasuke loved how every part of him was explored, every possible crevice touched and ravished. Leaving him moaning once or twice seductively.
Soon the two had to surface for a gulp of oxygen, much needed mind you, though taken reluctantly. Glancing about, they both noticed the gapping looks they were getting. Blushing furiously, the gorgeous girl stood up and straightened her dark clothes. Sasuke now took notice of her tight fitting black top that cascading into a flowing dress, much like Sakura’s. Underneath was a pair of dark burnt orange tights, covering those long legs almost completely. Regretting getting so intimate, Sasuke blushed as much as he could, which was little. Peeking upward, he noticed that she was watching him silently.
Again, this mysterious girl grinned shockingly wide, showing all of her bleach white teeth. And then Sasuke watched as she bent down, nearing him until her breath could felt on his cheek.
“See ya later, teme,” was whisked across Sasuke’s now red earlobe.
Dobe?
