My Snippets: Part 1

Unwanted Attention

"Is that what you like for the other woman to call you? Naughty boy, Mr. Uchiha."

He didn't hide his eye roll this time and placed his pen on top of his desk. Ready to give this woman a piece of his mind. "No...," he hissed; folding his muscular arms across his chest while he leaned back in his chair. "There is no other woman in my life. I'm a married man. Happily, so... I might add."

This time the female huffed and stood straighter; crossing her arms over her chest with a furious pout across her lips. "What does she have that I don't then, huh? I don't recall her being beautiful by any means. In fact, she's..."

"Don't," Sasuke growled lowly; standing quickly to glare daggers at the woman across from him. He wasn't the type of man to go around and hit a woman... but this one was pushing his buttons a little too far. Sasuke drew the line when it came to anyone insulting his wife. The Uchiha needed to put her in her place; once and for all.

Though, Yua Sato was probably to incompetent to comprehend what he would say anyway. But he knew that had to try, for Sakura's sake. "Don't you dare say a fucking word about my wife. She is the most beautiful woman in the entire world to me; and I'm lucky as shit to have her in my life."

"But..."

A soft knocking at his door interrupted them, and Sasuke quickly adjusted his tie before calling out for the person on the other side of it to enter.

When the door finally opened, the young man felt immense relief wash over him. It was his wife. It was Sakura. A very heavily pregnant one at that. The other woman in the room noticed this almost immediately, and her features darkened further. Sakura sent Sasuke an apologetic smile as she approached him; one hand resting on her widely protruding belly. "Sorry, Anata. I didn't mean to interrupt. If you are in a meeting... I can just wait outside until you're finished."

"No need for that, Sakura," he spoke with a calm demeanor while turning to face his wife as she approached him. "Miss Sato was about to leave."

"No, I wasn't." The female seethed; hands balling into tight fist at her sides. "Is this her then...," the red-head hissed; brown eyes flaring dangerously at the newcomer. Sakura merely smiled warmly in response.

"This is my wife," Sasuke declared as he brought her closer to his side with one of his arms before wrapping it firmly around her shoulders. "Sakura, this is Yua Sato, the company's newest secretary. Miss Sato... this is my breathtaking wife, Sakura Uchiha." Neither woman missed the way that he was possessively holding her... nor did they miss the irritated way in which he chose to speak the other woman's name.

Yua tried for the sweet approach, though it didn't quite reach her coffee-colored eyes; but an idea had formed inside of her mind, and she decided to try and go with it. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Sakura. I was just inviting your husband here out for drinks this evening to celebrate with me. I got a promotion today."

Sakura smiled just as sweetly in return and gave the woman a nod of approval. "Congratulations, that must be very exciting for you. Anata...," she whispered as she turned towards her husband. "If you want to go out tonight, we can change our plans."

'Finally,' Yua thought. 'This is my chance to—'

"No, I don't." Again, Yua seethed as she clamped her teeth tightly together. "Besides, she can find someone else to join her for her "celebration" I'm sure. A willing participant shouldn't be too hard to find in a place like this. Many people are in need of a crisp beverage and a warm meal to satisfy their... appetites." He turned towards his spouse and placed a gentle kiss upon her temple before turning to the woman across from them and gave her a dismissive wave with his free hand. "I think we're all done here, Miss Sato. You can take your leave now."

"But I..."

"If you will... I would greatly appreciate it. I would like to spend some alone time with my better half before my break is over." The implications of his words hit the other woman... hard and the deep; and if that wasn't enough, the deep shade of red that stained his wife's cheeks was definitely an indication of what her superior's true intentions were as well.

Yua knew what they would be doing the second she exited the room, and she wasn't happy about it. But really... what could she do? Sasuke Uchiha was technically married to this woman after all... and so, with a bitter and seething heart, she chose to leave. But not before witnessing the soft moan that left the pinkette's lips as her husband brought her in for a passionate kiss.

Yua practically slammed the door behind her and stalked off; everyone in close proximity giving the angered woman a wide birth. 'This isn't over, you pink-haired bitch. Not by a long shot.'

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While he helped Sakura, so that she could easily sit on top of his desk, she couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She had to know. "So, was that her, Sasuke? The woman you've been telling me about?"

"Hn," he answered; slightly distracted as his lips attacked her neck and shoulders; while his hands worked to undo the big, metal zipper on his black dress pants.

"Should I be worried?" Sakura knew the answer; but still, her insecurities sometimes took over—

Sasuke pulled away to look her in the eyes. "You already know, Tsuma. You have nothing to worry about. It's just some unwanted attention; nothing more. She means nothing to me; just an irritation that I try to avoid at all cost. I'm sure Yua won't be here much longer anyways. You have nothing to worry about."

"I'm sorry, Anata...," she whispered bashfully as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. "It's just the hormones, I think. I've been feeling a lot more things lately... and i feel like it's making me just a little bit crazy."

He gave her a tender and loving peck on the lips before stepping into her personal space. Allowing his strong arms to wrap around her upper body. He could easily feel their baby kicking against his wife's stomach, (where it rested against his) and smiled softly to himself while he nuzzled his chin against the top of her head gently. "Don't worry so much, Sakura. I promise, you have absolutely no reason to. I am yours and you are mine."

"I know. But I still think you should report her to HR...," she spit and Sasuke chuckled lightly at her concern for his well-being.

"What do you think all of this paperwork is for?"

Her joyful giggles soon turned into soft, feminine moans when her husband began to brush himself against her thigh. "You know... if we keep this up, the baby will be coming out of me much sooner than we had originally planned, Sasuke."

He simply shrugged his shoulders and smirked. "What's a couple of weeks... if she's healthy that is."

"You know... we still need to name her either."

"We have time...", he insisted before resuming his earlier actions. Sakura couldn't find any reasons to argue with her husband... but mostly because she didn't really want to. So, the pinkette allowed for no further words of conversation to form between them and instead focused on this alone time with her partner.

For once their sweet little baby came along... she imagined that they probably wouldn't be able to get much alone time to themselves anymore.