Ink Me

AN: Well HELLO!!! Never thought you’d hear from me again now did ya? WELL HA!!! I proved you wrong now didn’t I? Well how could I NOT post another chapter after such glowing reviews, with mentions of “fantastic” and “yummy” and “genius”…. that genius part REALLY surprised me. I could never have imagined my artwork described that way.

Again from the bottom of my heart….thank you

Disclaimer: Naruto is not my whore, i just rent him out for tricks

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Chapter 5
Storms and studs


Sakura stretched with her arms lifted above her head, her back arched forcing her sharply angled hips forward; lifting the hem of Sai's short shirt to just below her nipples. She stared up at the starlight twinkling from between her outstretched fingers and felt the delicious pull and stretch of skin across her belly and thighs. Her hands cam down to trail the slightly corrugated skin of her stomach where the dragon had decided to rest. It's scales still ruffled from her reaction to seeing Sasuke stand in the doorway.


She walked up the rickety creaking steps that rocked slightly with the gentle sway of her hips. They had been in need of fixing for a while, the apartment manager kept insisting that it would be fixed any day now, but it didn't worry Sakura much. Their sad state made it almost impossible to sneak up those stairs. She knew Naruto had tried on more than one occasion. She had always used this opportunity to prepare herself for whatever nasty prank he had in store for her.


She wasn't surprised to see the dark haired man waiting at the top of the stairs, but despite that, she couldn't manage to find the courage to look him in the eyes. He waited there slumped to the side, holding up the rickety banister with his hip, those unruly dark bangs hanging down over his eyes. She allowed her eyes to roam over the flesh exposed by his carelessly opened shirt, watching entranced as he casually flicked his hair out of his midnight eyes. He scanned the rooftops and when they came back around to face her his gaze locked hard onto her; mesmerizing her and holding her hostage. Long slender fingers dipped into his waist pouch and brought out a long hand-rolled cigarette. Such a cautious man...who rolls his own cigarettes.


She could imagine in her mind the time and painstaking detail it cost him to lay out his papers. To fill them with his special brand of tobacco, roll them up, licking and pasting the papers together, and carefully placing them in his pouch, only to repeat the process again the next week.


Never looking away from her eyes, he raised the cigarette to his mouth and lit it with a flick of his wrist, puffing and breathing in the intoxicating scent of his expensive self indulgence. She could smell clove and cardamom in every exhalation as he deliberately blew the smoke in her direction. She swore she could almost feel those tendrils of smog wrap around and envelope her body; she opened her mouth to let the flavor linger on her palate and sink into the membranes.


Sasuke smoked when he was done with something...done with a mission, done with a thought, and she was sure he smoked when he was done with whatever woman he had chosen to grace his sheets for a particular night. He indulged himself whenever he felt satisfaction in a job well done, or a thought processed. His own little reward to himself for being that much better than everyone else. Sakura envied him that, that he could be so sure of himself; to the point he felt he deserved a reward even such a small one.


“Sasuke,” she whispered, knowing that the wind would take it to him, or not, depending on its fickleness.


Distant thunder sounded as lightening lit the clouds over the Hokage Monument, the air pressure changed signaling the arrival of a storm. She could feel pressure escalating as everything around her slowly wound up anticipating the release brought by the storm to come.


“Are you going to invite me in?” The cold voice came out of the darkness and Sakura shivered as she felt his cold waves hit her own heat, causing a friction storm in the small space left between them.


“No, I hate smelling your cigarettes in my house.” she turned away and placed her key to the lock, hoping to end the conversation. She hand no inclination to speak about what went on earlier, she leaned her head against the wood of her door, and waited for his dark ominous presence to pass.


“He doesn't like you, you know. At least, not the way you want someone to like you.”


“How would you know what I want Sasuke? You don't know anything about me!” she snapped in rejoinder, feeling the hurt well up in her chest like a ball that would choke her to death if she could not swallow it.


“I know a lot of things about you...how could I not? You spent most of our lives making sure I knew. As if-”


“Shut up Sasuke! The things girls say and the things girls think or feel are not always the same things.” She looked up into Sasuke's eyes but was surprised to see him glaring over her shoulder.


“I see it was a good thing I followed you Sakura-chan. I'd hate to think the two of you were going to have a little party without me, but are we not missing someone? Where's Dickless?” Sai came up the stairs, somehow avoiding every crack and creak, moving silently up to her side.


“Right here Jackass!” the exuberant reply came from the banister where Naruto had just landed beside Sasuke.


“Well, I see you guys have failed to invite me to yet another of your little get togethers. You better watch out or you might hurt my feelings.” he leaned against the side of the building, lifting his hands to inspect his fingernails, occasionally glancing up at her two glowering teammates.


“You stay away from Sakura-chan, you penis-obsessed freak!” Naruto roared, completely forgetting his friendly truce with his teammate.
Sakura slammed her head repeatedly against the wood paneling while she felt her night spiral down into some sort of tawdry soap opera Hell. She glanced over at the men glaring in Sai's direction as he let his gaze rest on her, silently asking her some unfathomable question with his dark eyes. She again decided that to retreat was the better part of valor; shoving the key in the lock, twisting hard enough to break the key off, she rushed into her room, and slammed the door behind her.


Sakura leaned there, against her door, until she could hear their quiet retreat. She went over to the window and opened it, allowing the scent-ladened breeze to fill the stuffy room. Finally she breathed a sigh of relief; as, with a giant crack over her head, the clouds released their heavy load, and drenched the air with warm summer rain. She went to every room opening all the windows and sat back letting the summer squall break around her home. Sounds rushed to fill in the voids of her soul with static and elemental rage.


She turned off all the lights and opened a drawer with her sleep wear at the bottom, a large cotton shirt she had filched one drunken night from Naruto's place, and a pair of Kakashi's jogging shorts that had been lent to her on one occasion that she had never given back. It was more than comfort to wear their things, she always felt she slept better with their clothes close to her skin. She hooked her fingers into the bottom of her shirt and pulled, turning back towards the futon laid out in the middle of the floor.


She froze with the shirt pulled free of her breasts as the room flashed, lightening revealed the dark form that lounged back on her futon watching with a black eye as the shirt hung wrapped around her elbows about to be pulled over her head. She pulled it free and threw it to the ground standing with her hips akimbo. Sakura stared at the figure laying so casually among her sheets, filling them with his scent. 'Damn, I'll have to wash them,' she cursed to herself.


“What the hell are you doing here?”


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Now i KNOW what your saying "kri-Chan you are SO bad making us wait this long for nothing more then a transition chapter!"

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Some one told me i was like Itachi today....is that a compliment? i chose to think it is.