All the Colors

"What are you smiling
about?"

Suddenly distracted from
her perusal of a scroll on ice jutsu, Sakura looked up. The blonde girl stood
beside her chair, seemingly out of nowhere, not scowling exactly but not looking
especially thrilled.

"Oh, nothing in
particular."

The dark teal eyes
narrowed. Regardless of how she behaved at times, Ino was not stupid.

"No matter what you do
with your hair, Sasuke will always prefer a skilled woman over an ordinary
kunoichi."

Sakura smiled even
wider. "Of course, Ino-chan." Ino glared at her.

Not "Ino-pig"? Just "Ino-chan"?
What is she hiding?

Incidentally, spring had
sprung. Sakura found she had little patience for hanging around the rather dank
library when everything was blossoming into pink and green outside, filling the
warmer and thicker air with myriad fragrances. Leaving Ino to glower, she left.

She never would have
guessed it could besiblsible for life to change so much in one night.

It was more logical to
say that the change had begun a few weeks ago, when Naruto had tricked her.
However, she hadn't accepted it as a good thing until the forenight. In a way,
she was ashamed that it had taken Sasuke to make her appreciate Naruto properly.
One way or another, she found herself truly happy for the first time in a long
time.

Of course, she also knew
that tonight would be different. In several major ways. Sakura paused to lean
against the sun-warmed stone wall of a teahouse, its heat and the heat of memory
rushing through her in a torrent of delicious, disembodied tingling.

In all the years she had
spent fantasizing about Sasuke, only Sasuke, no thoughts like these had ever
crossed her mind. It had been beyond her imagination that she could gain so much
pleasure withouing ing touched. So much pleasure just from watching. She
grinned wryly. It explained somewhat why Kakashi-sensei always carried around
dirty novels.

Having their interlude
at Sasuke's apartment had turned out to be a good idea. He had an enormous bed,
perhaps the biggest one in exist, at, at least as far as she was concerned. They
had all slept soundly, and she had awaken blissfully curled between two warm
bodies. After years of loneliness, it had been the best feeling of her life.

Tonight wouldn't be that
different.

"Sasuke-kun!" Elbowing
the door open, Sakura entered last night's crash pad. She had watched him for
long enough to know his schedule, so it was somewhat to her surprise that she
found the luxurious space empty. The dining room table held his black tea
service, one of the cups half-full of foamy green liquid. She frowned and dipped
her finger in, testing its temperature. Still warm.

From the edge of her
consciousness, she heard the sound of water running steadily. Dropping her bag
on one of the chairs, she walked to the bathroom door to listen more closely.
Sure enough, the shower was on. Trailing bits of steam escaped under the crack
in the door to the cooler air outside.

Evil immediately took
over Sakura's brain, turning her eyes a darker shade of green and causing a
smile to quirk the corners of her mouth.

Well, Sasuke-kun, if
you're home after all...

She was a ninja. The
door opened soundlessly, only a telltale chill in the room's fogginess
announcing her intrusion. Quietly sliding it closed again, she glanced around
the rather generously-sized room. The shower stall's walls were almost entirely
opaque, lit by creamy golden light from the window beyond. But it was open a
crack, letting the occasional stray spurt of water puddle on the floor. And if
she pressed herself against the wall by the towels, she should be able to see...

Yes, he was definitely
in the shower. A flush that the room's steamy heat was only partially
responsible for tinged Sakura's cheeks. He faced away from her, into the
shower's spray, and her starving eyes could wander freely over his
finely-sculpted curves, the narrow hips, the delightfully rounded bottom, the
muscular back, the soaked, water-darkened blonde hair...

Blonde hair?

Blonde hair. Blonde hair
mingling with raven black, all dripping wet around the toned shoulders of both
boys as they kissed, held one another close in the humid atmosphere. With a
start, Sakura realized what she was seeing.

Just as quickly as the
epiphany had occurred, the arousal arrived. The same hot electricity she had
felt before, only now it was right before her eyes. Sakura wanted to call out
that they wouldn't get any cleaner that way, wanted to join in. Instead she let
herself slide down the wall, resting against it and watching their tryst.

What had begun as his
intention to have a shower with the other boy's expensive patchouli soap and
limitless supply of hot water had turned into more when Sasuke had gotten home
from training and joined him. He leaned back into the still-cool tile, arching
his back as the soapy hands chafed their slippery way down the front of his body
to the inner thigh and then back up again, barely avoiding more sensitive parts.
Breathless from the teasing, Naruto reached out again to pull Sasuke close,
digging his trimmed but sharp nails into the pleasingly firm ass.

Barely audible over the
constant patter of rain on tile, Sasuke's voice was a low growl.

"Does that mean you want
more?"

A trademark grin, white
and sharp and impish, and perhaps slightly wicked. "Yes."

Equally sharp nails
scored over his stomach, and down, fingertips brushing with contrasting
gentleness over his cock. Teeth grazed his shoulder before sinking hard into the
line of muscle at the side of Naruto's neck. The hot breath in his ear would
have been indistinguishable from the steam if not for his intense awareness of
their intimacy, the nearness to rapture. He nearly cried out when Sasuke's body
and warmth left him to the relative vacuum of the shower's wet heat.

Sakura jumped halfway
out of her skin. The water had stopped. She had been so involved in watching
their sensuously primal embrace she somehow hadn't noticed them moving apart,
Sasuke leaning over to hit the spigot...

"Sakura-chan?"

"Erk." She blinked,
knowing no innocent look she could produce now would be convincing. They stood
very near each other, both dripping wet and sending scents of clean male wafting
into her consciousness. "I..."

"You like to watch."
Sasuke sounded amused. Not scandalized or angry, but rather amused. Fortunately,
not in the patronizing way. And she realized that it was an accurate observation
that she couldn't argue with.

"Well, yes."

A spark began in
Naruto's eyes, carrying through, turning them the warm blue of shallow ocean
that had bathed her last night as they both made love to her. He smiled again,
and for once she was as aware of it as she was Sasuke's smirk and intensely
obsidian eyes.

"Then I say we give her
a show."