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Adult ++
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Settling In
Chapter 9 - Settling In
Sakura sighed with contentment as Sasuke scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs, Naruto dashing ahead to turn down the covers. They’d been together this way for nearly a year, now, though no one knew it. Sakura and Naruto each lived in their own apartments, but Sasuke’s house had become their love nest, a place to hide from the world, an island of bliss among dozens of empty houses.
They never spent the night at Sasuke’s unless they’d snuck out of their own apartments first, and they all kept a careful watch out for any changes in behavior from their friends and family.
So far, there was no call for alarm. In fact, Sakura’s mother had been bothering her for some time that she needed to settle down and get married, suggesting several possibilities since her teammates “obviously were never going get over that adolescent angst phase.” The sheer thrill of doing this without anyone knowing was enough to keep Sakura from spilling the secret to her mother, though she was hard pressed to keep from laughing each time the subject came up.
No, outwardly, nothing had changed. In public, they behaved the same as ever, though both Sasuke and Naruto seemed to get a thrill out of doing things when no one was looking, but they could be at any second. Like that time last week when Sasuke had accosted her at work.
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Her head was pounding, and she repeatedly pulled at the front of her uniform, trying to fan some cooler air in beneath the heavy white fabric. It helped a little, and she decided that the heat was oppressive enough that she could risk showing a little more cleavage than normal, pulling another snap at her neckline free.
She’d been at work for nearly two days straight, and her patient had finally stabilized enough that she felt safe taking a break, though going home was out of the question. Opening the door to her office, she wasn’t really surprised that someone had come to check on her, though Sasuke wasn’t who she’d been expecting. He avoided the hospital like the plague unless he was injured, and even then she had to drag him in. So the sight of him sitting in her chair with his feet propped up on her desk in full Anbu gear worried her, and she vaguely wondered how long he’d been waiting.
“What’s wrong?” the question was short, but conveyed her concern.
“You,” he replied succinctly. “You’ve been over-working again, and if you don’t stop it, you’re going to burn yourself out.”
“But there was a burn victim with injuries covering more that seventy percent of…” she was cut off by his arms suddenly materializing around her. She was so tired, she hadn’t even seen him move. That alone proved to both of them that any argument was futile, and she sighed. “I guess I could use a short break, but I have to check up on her again in half an hour.”
“So we have thirty minutes?” he whispered huskily in her ear, his voice echoing chillingly through his mask.
“Thirty minutes for what?” she asked, though she already knew the answer as they both glanced at the cot she kept in her office for short catnaps during long shifts. To her surprise, however, after releasing her to lock the door, he simply grabbed the pillow from the cot and laid it on the desk. “What are you…?”
She didn’t get the chance to finish as he pulled her over and pushed her down until she was bent over the desk, her torso pressed against the pillow. Keeping one hand pressing against the small of her back, he flipped up her skirt, revealing a pair of white lace panties, part of a matching set of underwear he’d purchased for her recently. Not that anyone, even the store clerk, knew he’d been the one buying them.
His intimate knowledge of Sakura’s body had proven a blessing as he had managed a perfect henge no jutsu, and bought the lingerie wearing her face. With a smirk, he traced a finger down her cleft, catching the lace and pulling it out of his way.
“Sasuke!” she hissed. “I’m at work! What if someone came in?”
“I locked the door.”
“And if they had a key?” Her argument was not in the least bit preposterous. Tsunade and Shizune weren’t the only ones with keys; practically the entire custodial staff had access to her office.
“That’s why I’m not completely undressing you. You can be visibly presentable in less time than it takes them to open the door.”
“But what if someone hears?”
At this point, he’d carefully picked up each of her feet, removed the panties completely and, unbeknownst to her, unzipped his own fly, easing his member out before he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Then you’d better be quiet.” His hands slid over her hips and he parted her folds, eliciting a gasp.
Her reply was cut short as he thrust into her and she nearly screamed as his member hit new and untouched portions of her sex from this previously untried angle. With so much pleasure coursing through her, she couldn’t even contemplate asking him to stop now. Gripping the pillow tightly with both hands, she pressed it against her mouth, muffling the sounds that escaped despite her constant effort to bite them back as he pounded into her again and again.
His hands held her hips for the first few moments, but as she grew accustomed to this new position, one slid upward over her curves, pushing into the neckline of her dress and underneath the bra of white lace which matched the panties now lying on the floor. The other slid down her leg then back up, between her and the edge of the desk until his probing fingers found that little bundle between her legs that always made her scream. He wasn’t disappointed, if the cry the pillow wasn’t adequate to silencing was anything to judge by.
Unfortunately, Shizune happened to be on her way to Sakura’s office just then and heard the scream. Sasuke’s skills as a ninja hadn’t slipped, even if he was banging his lover at the moment. The moment he heard the slight increase in speed of the footsteps in the hall, he pulled out, flipped Sakura’s skirt down, forced himself back into his pants, and moved over to the exam table, pocketing her panties on the way. The moment he started moving, Sakura did as well, unlocking the door, straightening her dress, and raising the pillow as if to throw it at her secret lover.
By the time Shizune actually opened the door, there was a first class argument going full speed as Sakura reamed Sasuke out for not coming to her sooner when he was injured. “You’re not indestructible, Baka, and I’m not God! One of these days, you’re going to wait too long, and I won’t be able to heal you!”
The Hokage’s second cleared her throat loudly, bringing a halt to the tirade just before Sakura brought the pillow down on his head. They froze, an embarrassed silence falling, the flush on Sakura’s cheeks as she turned to face her friend having a logical explanation.
“Sakura, Tsunade-sama asked me to bring you these,” she dropped a pile of manila folders on the desk, “and to tell you that she doesn’t want to see your face in the hospital for at least twelve hours. Once you finish up with the Uchiha there,” a slight stern look was the only reminder of several lectures to stop beating up her friends while treating them, “go home and get some sleep. I’ll take over your cases while you’re gone, and most everyone else is home for the night.”
“Arigato, Shizune-sempai.” Sakura bowed slightly before rounding on her teammate again. “Alright, Sasuke, strip. If you’re not going to tell me exactly what’s wrong, I’m going to need to do a full exam. You can start by taking your shirt off, so I can have a look at that shoulder.”
Though he was pretty sure the entire statement was for Shizune’s benefit, Sasuke was still impressed that she’d actually noticed how sore his shoulder was. He didn’t think he’d been favoring it at all, but she was the top medic in the hospital for a reason. Gingerly, he began unbuckling his chest protector, noting with amusement which didn’t register on his stoic face that Shizune was gone long before his shirt was.
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Sorry that it took me so long to post! My computer is having trouble. Fortunately, I was able to save my work thus far, but posting is going to be a little slower, since I have to borrow a friend's computer, and she didn't know I was writing fanfiction at all - let alone romantic fanfiction.
Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and let me know what you think.
Have a great day, and good reading!
Crimson Iris
Sakura sighed with contentment as Sasuke scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs, Naruto dashing ahead to turn down the covers. They’d been together this way for nearly a year, now, though no one knew it. Sakura and Naruto each lived in their own apartments, but Sasuke’s house had become their love nest, a place to hide from the world, an island of bliss among dozens of empty houses.
They never spent the night at Sasuke’s unless they’d snuck out of their own apartments first, and they all kept a careful watch out for any changes in behavior from their friends and family.
So far, there was no call for alarm. In fact, Sakura’s mother had been bothering her for some time that she needed to settle down and get married, suggesting several possibilities since her teammates “obviously were never going get over that adolescent angst phase.” The sheer thrill of doing this without anyone knowing was enough to keep Sakura from spilling the secret to her mother, though she was hard pressed to keep from laughing each time the subject came up.
No, outwardly, nothing had changed. In public, they behaved the same as ever, though both Sasuke and Naruto seemed to get a thrill out of doing things when no one was looking, but they could be at any second. Like that time last week when Sasuke had accosted her at work.
~~~~*~~~~
Her head was pounding, and she repeatedly pulled at the front of her uniform, trying to fan some cooler air in beneath the heavy white fabric. It helped a little, and she decided that the heat was oppressive enough that she could risk showing a little more cleavage than normal, pulling another snap at her neckline free.
She’d been at work for nearly two days straight, and her patient had finally stabilized enough that she felt safe taking a break, though going home was out of the question. Opening the door to her office, she wasn’t really surprised that someone had come to check on her, though Sasuke wasn’t who she’d been expecting. He avoided the hospital like the plague unless he was injured, and even then she had to drag him in. So the sight of him sitting in her chair with his feet propped up on her desk in full Anbu gear worried her, and she vaguely wondered how long he’d been waiting.
“What’s wrong?” the question was short, but conveyed her concern.
“You,” he replied succinctly. “You’ve been over-working again, and if you don’t stop it, you’re going to burn yourself out.”
“But there was a burn victim with injuries covering more that seventy percent of…” she was cut off by his arms suddenly materializing around her. She was so tired, she hadn’t even seen him move. That alone proved to both of them that any argument was futile, and she sighed. “I guess I could use a short break, but I have to check up on her again in half an hour.”
“So we have thirty minutes?” he whispered huskily in her ear, his voice echoing chillingly through his mask.
“Thirty minutes for what?” she asked, though she already knew the answer as they both glanced at the cot she kept in her office for short catnaps during long shifts. To her surprise, however, after releasing her to lock the door, he simply grabbed the pillow from the cot and laid it on the desk. “What are you…?”
She didn’t get the chance to finish as he pulled her over and pushed her down until she was bent over the desk, her torso pressed against the pillow. Keeping one hand pressing against the small of her back, he flipped up her skirt, revealing a pair of white lace panties, part of a matching set of underwear he’d purchased for her recently. Not that anyone, even the store clerk, knew he’d been the one buying them.
His intimate knowledge of Sakura’s body had proven a blessing as he had managed a perfect henge no jutsu, and bought the lingerie wearing her face. With a smirk, he traced a finger down her cleft, catching the lace and pulling it out of his way.
“Sasuke!” she hissed. “I’m at work! What if someone came in?”
“I locked the door.”
“And if they had a key?” Her argument was not in the least bit preposterous. Tsunade and Shizune weren’t the only ones with keys; practically the entire custodial staff had access to her office.
“That’s why I’m not completely undressing you. You can be visibly presentable in less time than it takes them to open the door.”
“But what if someone hears?”
At this point, he’d carefully picked up each of her feet, removed the panties completely and, unbeknownst to her, unzipped his own fly, easing his member out before he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Then you’d better be quiet.” His hands slid over her hips and he parted her folds, eliciting a gasp.
Her reply was cut short as he thrust into her and she nearly screamed as his member hit new and untouched portions of her sex from this previously untried angle. With so much pleasure coursing through her, she couldn’t even contemplate asking him to stop now. Gripping the pillow tightly with both hands, she pressed it against her mouth, muffling the sounds that escaped despite her constant effort to bite them back as he pounded into her again and again.
His hands held her hips for the first few moments, but as she grew accustomed to this new position, one slid upward over her curves, pushing into the neckline of her dress and underneath the bra of white lace which matched the panties now lying on the floor. The other slid down her leg then back up, between her and the edge of the desk until his probing fingers found that little bundle between her legs that always made her scream. He wasn’t disappointed, if the cry the pillow wasn’t adequate to silencing was anything to judge by.
Unfortunately, Shizune happened to be on her way to Sakura’s office just then and heard the scream. Sasuke’s skills as a ninja hadn’t slipped, even if he was banging his lover at the moment. The moment he heard the slight increase in speed of the footsteps in the hall, he pulled out, flipped Sakura’s skirt down, forced himself back into his pants, and moved over to the exam table, pocketing her panties on the way. The moment he started moving, Sakura did as well, unlocking the door, straightening her dress, and raising the pillow as if to throw it at her secret lover.
By the time Shizune actually opened the door, there was a first class argument going full speed as Sakura reamed Sasuke out for not coming to her sooner when he was injured. “You’re not indestructible, Baka, and I’m not God! One of these days, you’re going to wait too long, and I won’t be able to heal you!”
The Hokage’s second cleared her throat loudly, bringing a halt to the tirade just before Sakura brought the pillow down on his head. They froze, an embarrassed silence falling, the flush on Sakura’s cheeks as she turned to face her friend having a logical explanation.
“Sakura, Tsunade-sama asked me to bring you these,” she dropped a pile of manila folders on the desk, “and to tell you that she doesn’t want to see your face in the hospital for at least twelve hours. Once you finish up with the Uchiha there,” a slight stern look was the only reminder of several lectures to stop beating up her friends while treating them, “go home and get some sleep. I’ll take over your cases while you’re gone, and most everyone else is home for the night.”
“Arigato, Shizune-sempai.” Sakura bowed slightly before rounding on her teammate again. “Alright, Sasuke, strip. If you’re not going to tell me exactly what’s wrong, I’m going to need to do a full exam. You can start by taking your shirt off, so I can have a look at that shoulder.”
Though he was pretty sure the entire statement was for Shizune’s benefit, Sasuke was still impressed that she’d actually noticed how sore his shoulder was. He didn’t think he’d been favoring it at all, but she was the top medic in the hospital for a reason. Gingerly, he began unbuckling his chest protector, noting with amusement which didn’t register on his stoic face that Shizune was gone long before his shirt was.
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Sorry that it took me so long to post! My computer is having trouble. Fortunately, I was able to save my work thus far, but posting is going to be a little slower, since I have to borrow a friend's computer, and she didn't know I was writing fanfiction at all - let alone romantic fanfiction.
Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and let me know what you think.
Have a great day, and good reading!
Crimson Iris