Their eyes lock in a stare-down that seems to last ages – something so powerful and unwavering that perhaps only two Sannins like them would do.
Sakura knows he's waiting for her to back down from her implication. Or he's waiting for her next move, she's not really sure.
His mismatched eyes darken to a smoky shade she hasn't seen before, and heat pours from them in waves. Heat, and a gleam of confidence and expertise that reminds her of her Sasuke and at the same time gives her a taste of more.
He seems calm but expectant – which lifts her own confidence up, because this is Uchiha Sasuke and he wants her – and under his heavy gaze her body is engulfed with flames. Her hands tremble slightly, not from nerves, but anticipation. When she thinks that she's so close to press her mouth to his, her heart races faster than any summon creature she has seen.
As if sensing some trace of uncertainty, he inches closer, his inner thighs brush against her outer ones. She momentarily looks down at them, and when her eyes track the way up again, she stops to appreciate his throat. She's either imagining, or she can actually see his pulse throbbing as his Adam's apple bobs painfully slow.
Sakura feels her palms growing damp, but she refuses to wipe them and show her insecurities – she might be inexperienced when it comes to this, but she's strong and he'll see nothing else. She's also very aware of the heat radiating from the legs that are caging her, the faint scent of earth, sweat and something uniquely Sasuke, and the slight curve of his lips as he tries not to smirk.
It's that curve that pushes her though; that smart mouth of his, which most days seems to have a limited vocabulary, will be rewarded – or punished, she doesn't know yet.
Her hands reach up, touching his cheeks tenderly, one thumb traces his lips, then his chin. Each touch is treasured as if it's the first and the last. As she sweeps over his jaw, prolonging her exploration, Sakura gives him the chance to stop too, because she's respectful like that. When he doesn't, she brings her mouth to his.
She hears his breath hitching when their lips meet (probably not expecting that), and then she feels something foreign and intense. Something that maybe she has heard of – or read about it – but has never experienced before. Wave after wave of liquid fire run through her veins, pulsing and unfurling inside of her. It starts at her mouth, and it ripples down her body, cascading and tingling every extremity. She notices as her breasts heave, and the tips prickle, before the heat reaches even lower.
Her lips move in sync with his, as if they know this dance he's leading since forever. He tastes minty, and she remembers the peppermint tea she made him drink earlier, when he was still half-asleep. There's also something else, another flavor she can't name, but that's as addicting as the kiss itself. Her lips part without her permission, and Sasuke seems eager to use this opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth.
When he does so, she doesn't hesitate to join. As their tongues tangle, moving, tasting, and exploring, he growls like a starving predator. The sound vibrates, traveling from the back of his throat to her mouth, the feeling is so erotic that her entire body shivers.
One of her hands slides up his cheek, the scratchy feel of his short stubble intensifies the whole thing. If she wasn't already sitting, she'd be melting on the floor by now. His face is strong, sharp, and so sexy, that the simple thought of it burst a damn inside of her; she needs him, she needs more.
A desperate moan escapes her as she twists her fingers in his hair. Grabbing a handful of dark locks, she angles him, and he automatically deepens the kiss. She's eager to explore, she's hungry for him.
Sasuke's hand travels down her arm, burning a feathery trail in its wake. Slowly, a powerful arm encircles her waist and grips a hip. He brings her closer, also lifting her from the seat. Sakura feels her breasts pressing against his hard chest, and the wild hammering of her – or his? – heart. It's difficult to confirm at the moment, but she's certain that his excitement matches her own.
He groans when she bites his bottom lip, the husky sound distracts her, and he takes over. Sasuke's mouth is demanding and firm, moving over hers with a skill and confidence that leaves her breathless – and she thinks that there's nothing more fitting for the last Uchiha.
He nips and bites, and Sakura feels an answering tug in her nipples. Instinctively, she whimpers, pressing hard against his chest. He leaves her mouth and she nearly whines, but then he starts this hot trail of kisses along her jaw, dipping down to find her neck, where he switches to open-mouth kisses and swift licks. They all make her a shiver-mess in his lap, and she wonders what everything else will do to her. She hopes that she'll live to remember.
When she hears the needy whimper that leaves her lips, she startles. Sakura didn't know kisses – uh, making out – could be this intense. She's desperate and she's not sure for what, she wants to feel his mouth on hers again, but she also wants him to keep doing what he's doing. The grip on his dark locks tighten and she remembers her own strength then. She tugs a little anyway, trying to bring him back to her for another melting kiss.
He obeys, rather reluctantly, moving his way back to her chin. He's in no hurry, it seems, and she huffs half amused.
"Are you sure?" He rasps.
Sakura replies with a kiss, taking his lips as she fully settles into his lap, straddling him. She knew she would love his kisses, but she didn't know how much. They vary from sexy and sloppy to hurried and demanding, but they are all skillful and undeniably amazing.
Sasuke's lips brush and tease, lazily even, but his tongue is furtive, sneaking in and out every so often for a taste. It's a seductive dance, one that tells her how much he likes to torment her.
She hopes he never stops.
