Three's Company

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Movie night had been a tradition ever since Naruto had started making enough extra cash to afford the imported film cassettes he brought back from his missions outside of Konoha.



And since Sasuke was the only one in Team Seven with a television (which he dragged out of the bedroom and into the living room on those occasions), they all crowded onto the plush couches to watch and unwind and catch up with each other.



It was a bit different with Sasuke and Sakura married, this time. Naruto moved off onto the smaller sofa instead of tangling with them on the main couch, and Sakura no longer needed the excuse of being frightened by the scary movies Naruto would pick out to shift closer to Sasuke and grasp his hand.



Three films had been chosen, as per usual.



Naruto had his cheesy horror-flicks where ghosts popped out of walls and flew menacingly after screaming girls in loose kimonos. Sasuke had his dry documentaries on politics and crime stories. And Sakura had her romantic comedies in which the guy always got the girl, and everything always worked out for the best.



And hopefully no one got killed with a messy kunai to the chest. Sakura had enough of those situations in real life. She didn’t need to watch them on her nights off.



It had taken the entire length of Naruto’s movie to coax Sasuke into relaxing enough to let her lay on his chest while they watched, her head nestling under his chin while she twined her legs slowly around his outstretched ones.



He froze for a second when she slid a hand up his shirt to rest just under his collarbone, and she wondered if this plan was such a good idea. But then Naruto laughed and shouted something gleefully mocking at the screen and Sasuke relaxed and idly moved his hand up to thread through Sakura’s hair, his eyes never moving from the television in front of them.



‘He thinks nothing’s going to happen, because Naruto’s here,’ she realized suddenly, feeling a slight shiver start in her shoulders as Sasuke’s blunt nails scraped across the nape of her neck. Her lips curved up into a smirk. ‘How wrong you are Sasuke-kun.’



Naruto’s move ended and the blond made a production of getting up and switching in Sasuke’s cassette, complaining the entire time about how boring it was going to be and how much he hated documentaries.



Sasuke made a few brief comments about Naruto’s lack of sophistication and maturity, at which the blond made a face, but as he went back to his sofa he gave Sakura a little wink and a grin, which she returned under Sasuke’s arm. The plan was in action.



About half-way through Sasuke’s video, Naruto’s bored groans and derisive comments trailed off into the snuffling noises and deep sighs of sleep. A quick glance at the sofa showed the blond reclined with his arm dangling off the side and brushing the floor, his mouth opened slightly, chest rising and falling steadily with each breath.



If Sakura hadn’t known better, she’d have sworn Naruto was asleep.



Satisfied with that stage of the plan, Sakura set her mind to complete her own task, which consisted mainly of making Sasuke too aroused to care that he was in the presence of his sleeping team mate. It was a task that wouldn’t be easy.



She started by shifting so that her weight was centered more between Sasuke’s legs than over on his hip, stroking her hand up Sasuke’s chest on the pretense of gaining balance she didn’t need. Sasuke tensed at her movements and drew back a little, peering at her suspiciously.



“Sakura?”



“Shush, I can’t hear the movie,” she whispered, her eyes glued to the screen, even as she tilted her torso up higher so that her breasts were now pressed closely against his shirt. She rubbed there, briefly, and then stilled.



Sasuke’s breath seemed to hitch, and his hands faltered where they were playing with a strand of her hair, and that more than made up for the embarrassment that was reddening Sakura’s face.



She never felt so…so wanton before, and doing this in front of Naruto who was only pretending to sleep—



She nuzzled her hot cheek against the soft fabric of Sasuke’s shirt and tried to calm the jittery feeling in her stomach. Who knew that being watched would be such a turn on? She’d never felt herself to be an exhibitionist, and to tell the truth, having anyone else in the room would have made her too nervous to try anything at all. But somehow, knowing Naruto could hear her thighs shift across Sasuke’s lap and the way his breathing grew harsher at each movement…it was way beyond exciting.



Slowly, very slowly, Sakura began to tease Sasuke into arousal. A brief press of the thigh up into Sasuke’s groin and then a slide downwards, as if she was only getting comfortable. Her head rolled against his shoulder and she could feel the shudder of his body as the soft wisps of her hair grazed and tickled his throat. He swallowed hard.



“Sakura,” he whispered sternly, “what are you doing?”



“Watching a movie,” she whispered back, nails skimming the skin covering his ribs and meeting under his arm in a slow stroke.



“You’re touching—”



“Can’t I touch you?” she interrupted, with a pout. “I am your wife, after all. Can’t I just do this—” her thumb slid down his side and made lazy circles just above his hipbone. “—or this?” She turned her head and brushed her lips softly over the hollow of his throat, breathing warmly on his skin.



Sasuke’s chest contracted as he huffed out a sigh, fingers tightening in her hair, and then spreading out to gently cradle the back of her head. His hips flexed beneath her and she felt a distinctive hardness prod against her stomach.



“You…” His shoulders hunched as he curled over her, legs raising just enough to send her sliding even further into his lap. She felt his throat work against her head and smiled. “If you want to,” he ended up muttering, moving his one hand from her hair to her back, settling there heavily.



“I want to,” she said, but backed off a little. She didn’t want to push too hard too soon. For the next fifteen minutes they twined together, her finger making small circles over his chest and sides while he stroked his hand up and down her spine, pulling slightly at the stretchy material of her shirt.



Every so often she’d bestow a small kiss or lick to Sasuke’s neck and he’d shiver, and his arms would tighten around her. The bulge between his thighs kept getting harder, and she made sure to brush against it periodically, with her hips and thighs, masking her attempts as innocent squirming under his hands.



Soon, the sound of both their breathing was overpowering Naruto’s soft snores, and Sakura caught herself wondering if he were watching, and if he was enjoying the show they were putting on. She didn’t dare turn her head to look, however, and Sasuke’s pressure on her back would have prevented that kind of movement anyway.



She made due with giving a rather sharp nip to Sasuke’s chin and hearing him gasp out loud. The sound seemed to shock him out of whatever pleasure-induced trance he was in, and he pushed her back a bit, glazed eye focusing on the television screen where the credits to the movie neither of them had watched were running by.



“The movie’s over,” Sasuke said, dully. His thighs tensing under Sakura’s as if he wanted to sit up. She leaned forward and dug her knees into the couch, preventing that.



“Don’t care,” she muttered, kissing the corner of his mouth delicately.



He shifted restlessly underneath her.



“Do…do you want me to put your movie in now?” he asked, voice faltering a little as she rubbed wantonly against his body.



She looked at him seriously. “Sasuke I want you to touch me.”



His eyes closed briefly at her words, and then snapped open again and flicked in the direction of the second sofa. Sakura turned her eyes there too, to where Naruto was still sprawled on his back, head flung across the cushions, hand trailing off the side of the sofa in lazy abandon. He gave an extra loud snore and Sakura winced.



‘Don’t overdo it Naruto, you moron,’ she seethed inwardly as Sasuke’s eyes narrowed.



“Naruto—”



“—Is asleep,” she whispered quickly, clutching at Sasuke’s shirt. “He won’t hear us. You know how he is. Even Kakashi-sensei ringing a gong near his head doesn’t wake him when he’s really deep asleep. Sasuke…please…”



She pressed her body to him, making him aware of her hardened nipples, the strength in her thighs, the flatness of her stomach. His eyes lost some of their intense focus as she writhed against him.



“I need you,” she whimpered in desperation that wasn’t one bit fake, and that seemed to do it.



He immediately shoved the fabric of her shirt up over her chest and she raised her arms obediently, so he could take her shirt off. He pressed his damp forehead to her breast as his fingers scrabbled at the hooks to her bra, finally undoing the metal clasps and sliding the straps down her arms until her upper body was quite bare before him.



She couldn’t quite help the blush that rose to her cheeks as he brushed reverent fingers over one breast, cupping the small rounded globe with his palm. His hand felt hot and rough against her skin and she squirmed and sighed as his calluses caught on the stiff nub of her nipple.



“Sasuke-kun!”



The hand at her back swiftly came around to press against her mouth and she rubbed her lips against his palm, eyes widening as he tilted his head forward and gave an almost chaste kiss to the underside of her breast. Then he mouthed the soft skin there, his breath hot and damp and raising goose bumps where it ghosted across her flesh. She dug her nails into his back and tugged at his shirt impatiently, and he removed his hand from her mouth with a warning look before helping her take it off.



Giggling slightly, she spread her fingers over his own pale chest and bent to taste the skin there, swiping her tongue flatly over his pectorals and dipping down into the plane of his stomach. His pants were tented and she rubbed his arousal curiously with the heel of her palm, feeling supreme satisfaction when his hips jerked off the couch into her touch.



She’d never been permitted to touch him like that before. He’d always shied away.



‘I guess having Naruto present really does make a difference,’ she thought as she tugged at the snaps to his pants and wormed her hand into his boxers, feeling the warm hardness of him in her small palm.



Sasuke groaned and then he was sitting up, moving her so that she was spread out on the couch beneath him, her legs dangling off his shoulders and he pushed up her skirt. The aggressive move left Sakura breathless and excited, but Sasuke seemed to falter once he had gotten her panties off. They had been in this position before, and it had never turned out well.



Sensing his hesitation, Sakura reached out and started to rub her fingers against Sasuke’s erection again, smiling when he tossed his head back and gave a sharp gasp at her manipulations. Impatiently, she pushed herself forward against him.



“Please Sasuke,” she whispered, “I want you to make love to me.”



Sasuke nodded and positioned himself, an intense look of concentration on his face. Sakura held her breath.



‘Oh god please this time…’



Sasuke inched forward, just barely inside, when Sakura flinched and tightened around him helplessly. Her eyes brimmed with tears as he immediately scowled and tried to back away.



Only he couldn’t, because someone’s hands were holding his hips.



Sakura glanced over to the other couch which was now empty. Then she craned her neck up in order to see Naruto behind Sasuke, a firm grip around his waist and a slight scowl on his face. He gave Sakura a reassuring wink before turning his attention back to the now squirming Sasuke.



“Where do you think you’re going, bastard?” he asked.



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TBC



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