Love and Devotion

A/N: This is challenge fic, written for the lovely Sephirajo. So, I give her LeeSaku! Let me say that Smile.DK is what got me through this (hence the title, yes, you may breathe freely knowing that this, in fact, is not a songfic). And gasp! I finished it within twenty-four hours! This is a big thing for me. It may or may not be just a one shot. It was supposed to be a oneshot, but now I'm being threatened with bodily harm unless I continue. So! On to the ficcage!

Please, please please, comment and critique. I want to know what I can improve on in my next story.

Love and Devotion

by: KuroOkami
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Sakura let out a squeal as she was lifted bodily off the ground from behind. Someone buried their face in her lower back and she hung on for dear life as they began to spin.

“Lee! Put me down!” Her shriek was more out of surprise than anger, but she was set down gently. Lee turned her around, pulling her close so he could lean down to tease her lips. When he pulled away, she was left panting heavily, her cheeks stained and her eyes dark. His hands left trails of fire as they smoothed over her curves and his fingers slid through her short hair.

“I missed you, Sakura-chan…” Huge, dark eyes regarded her from beneath heavy lids, his mouth set in an irresistible pout. She pressed a chaste kiss to those soft lips and smiled up at him.

“I missed you too, Lee-kun.” At that, his face broke into a blinding grin. Sakura barely had the time to return his smile before she was scooped up and carried off, slung over his shoulder as easily as he would a bag of rice. She squealed again, her hands slipping on his jumpsuit as she scrambled to find purchase. A well-placed squeeze had her squeaking in surprise and she fell limp against his back.

“Lee! That’s not fair!” She flailed a bit, glaring up at him through a curtain of pink. He chuckled, patting her reassuringly. The chuckle turned into an ‘eep!’ of surprise when she retaliated with a much-deserved grope. Swallowing hard, Lee hurried to his destination and eased the door open. When he set her on the bed, leaning over as he smiled down at her, his cheeks were hot with embarrassment. Sakura didn’t need to wonder at the cute blush, the straining tent in his jumpsuit was reason enough.

“I see you weren’t the only one that missed me…” She smiled mischievously and his eyes went wide as she wrapped her hands around him and squeezed. His strangled moan was her reward, his thick lashes contrasting sharply with his skin as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Stuttering her name, he strained against the urge to buck into her hand, his muscles cording and sweat flecking his brow. Taking pity on her fiancée, she pulled him down on top of her for a kiss, her fingers running through his dark hair. When they parted for air, she cradled his head to her chest, petting his hair gently.

After a long moment, he pulled away, rising up onto his elbows to gaze down at her lovingly. She ran her hands up his arms and shoulders, the muscles taut beneath her hands, cupping his face, her thumbs stroking his lips and cheeks. His eyes fell shut against the tender onslaught, and she tousled his hair. He laughed, shaking his head to free his hair from her grasp. When he looked back at her, the fire was in his eyes again, and it stole her breath away. He bent down to catch her bottom lip in his teeth, sucking lightly as his hands worked their way over her curves again. He peeled back the layers of fabric reverently, pausing when she was clad in nothing more than her bra and underwear. He ran his hands over her bare skin, she moaned softly at the feel of his calloused fingertips on her heated flesh, the gauze of his bandages teasing her heightened senses. Her hips lifted off the mattress as her body arched into his hands, every part of her crying out for his attention.

The pitiful whimper that tore from her lips when he pulled away tugged painfully at his heart. He took her hands in his own, kissing her knuckles. Her hands were so small, so delicate compared to his, he couldn’t help but treasure them. Those hands were quick to slip from his grip, and he found himself trying to fend them off as she reached to divest him of his beloved green jumpsuit. It hadn’t taken his Sakura very long to figure out how to get it off him when they first started going out, much to his initial distress. As it was, he’d grown fond of how clever she was, even if she did catch him off guard more often than not. His bandages were unwrapped with the greatest of care, each abused knuckle lavished with a kiss before she moved on. Soon she had him naked to his waist, and for someone who appeared to always be clad from the neck down, Lee had an impressive tan.

His scars were doted on next, her fingers brushing over each, soon followed by her lips. His breath hissed between clenched teeth, and he shuddered at her touch. When her palms slid over his hips, he almost stopped her, but she nuzzled his flat stomach and busied herself with removing his legwarmers. He helped with his weights, fearing the thought of her hurting herself if she tried to take them off on her own. A satisfied smile pulled at her lips as she ran her hands over his sculpted muscles, again peeling back his jumpsuit. This time he did stop her, his raised hand cupping her cheek and he kissed her pout away.

“But, Lee—”

“Shhh, Sakura-chan. You get me too distracted. I promise I’ll make it up to you after the wedding.” He had to laugh at the look in her eyes, but the glitter in those bottomless jade pools was a sure sign that he was in trouble. At least she waited until he’d gotten out of his clothes before she pounced…

“Of course you’ll make it up to me after the wedding. All. Night. Long.” With a kittenish growl she had him pinned against the mattress, tickling him viciously until tears were streaming down his face.

“S-s-s-Sakura-chan, stop!” He could barely speak through the tears and the laughter, but Sakura took pity on him.

“Promise?”

“Yes! Yes, I promise!”

“With the Nice Guy pose?” a pale brow arched and he squirmed beneath her.

“Yes! With the Nice Guy pose!” The tickling ceased when he gave her the thumbs-up, and he pulled Sakura close with a sigh of relief, burying his face in her hair. If Gai-sensei ever found out what he’d just used the pose for…he’d die from embarrassment. Not that his Sakura would tell. Tease him mercilessly? Yes. Threaten playfully? Most likely. Actually go through with it? Never.

She kissed his forehead and the bridge of his nose, her fingers playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck. When she played with his hair, it was so soothing, his entire body relaxed under her ministrations. Before he went completely boneless, she had him crawl under the plush comforters while she ditched her bra before sliding in next to him. Her soft curves fit neatly against the hard planes of his body, and Sakura nuzzled his side. Lee smelled like the forest and sun-baked earth, and she pressed a handful of kisses to his collarbone.

“So how was the mission, sweetheart?” she pillowed her cheek on her hand, and Lee kissed the top of her head before smoothing out her pink locks.

“It went very well, but I’m glad to be home.” Even through his quiet exuberance, she could hear the exhaustion in his voice. She smiled to herself, her free hand stroking his side, a trick she used to help lull him to sleep.

“I am too, babe. Goodnight.” She kissed his chin and he muttered something in protest, eliciting a wide smile from his cherry blossom. “We can have some fun tomorrow, get your rest, you’ll need it.”

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Hope you enjoyed it, and one more round of love to the Jo!