Girls' Night Out

Title: Girls’ Night Out
Author: Monkey Lady
Summary: Sakura is a little tired of the wait for Sasuke and finally gives up. Unfortunately for a certain silver-haired ninja, he gets caught in her sights one night at the bar and its all over for our favorite smut reading hero.
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Sakura and Kakashi
Feedback: Desired and appreciated
Characters: Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura, Kakashi, Shika, Choji, Ino, ect.
Beta: xgirlrogue is my very sweet beta. She’s been awesome and very thorough.
Author’s notes: I’m a huge Kakashi fan and I think Sakura is a good match for him, once she is a little older. I’m really not into the 12 year old student thing. My characters really need to be older for me to enjoy it. I don’t think it’s too far fetched that, were they real people, the two might be a good match…of course in fantasy land they are anyway. :)
*Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. I just like writing about them. I’m not making any money off of it…*sigh*.


Girls’ Night Out

Sakura sighed happily and dropped heavily into her chair. “This was a great idea Ino-pig,” she slurred cheerfully.

Ino grinned back, ignoring the hated nickname from her drunken friend. “Glad you finally agree,” she teased. Sakura had been exceptionally difficult to get out that night. Ino had found her moping about in the library earlier that day, not really researching, so much as hiding out. She’d made one last desperate attempt at asking Sasuke out a few weeks ago and it had failed horribly.

After letting the pink-haired woman cry a little and question her desirability, once again, Ino had dragged her home, tossed her in the shower and gone to find something suitably revealing for her planned night out.

The selection had been horribly depressing to the blond bombshell, used to short skirts and low cut shirts. Ino prided herself on making men drool when she passed, especially a certain lazy genius she had yet to get in the sack. Oh he wanted her…she knew that full well, but he thought about it too much. She wished Shikamaru would forget to think for one second and just throw her down…well wherever they were at the moment…and screw her brains out.

She’d finally found a slinky little black dress and rolled her eyes at the cliché it presented. Ino knew every girl was supposed to own a little black dress, but did Sakura even wear the thing? As far as Ino knew, Sakura had bought it simply to own one. A few moments later, upon presenting it to the depressed kounichi, she learned, rather loudly, that it had been a joke, given to her by everyone’s favorite blond, loud-mouthed ninja.

Despite her annoyance at wearing something Naruto had teasingly sent to her, Ino managed to cram Sakura into the tiny dress. After another argument about the inappropriateness of a respected kounichi baring so much flesh, Ino had sat Sakura down in a chair and started twisting and piling the heavy locks of the woman’s hair on her head. Sakura had let it grow out again, probably in another attempt at catching Sasuke’s attention, even if it hadn’t been intentional.

Ino had given up on the raven-haired man long ago, knowing that he’d never really go for someone like her. Granted he preferred blonds, but she lacked the proper…equipment… to keep him interested. A few years back she’d caught him being bent over a log by his blond rival…and he hadn’t been fighting it in the least. It was a nice mental image she liked to pull up on occasion when she was lonely at night. Naruto was getting pretty hot too, so nothing spoiled the fantasy.

Ino had pulled the reluctant woman to her favorite bar and plied her friend with beer until she was smiling and singing along to the music. She grinned at her friend. “Let’s go to another bar, the one that all of the teachers go to.”

“Why would we go there?” Sakura asked with a scowl. “Didn’t we see enough of them while we were in school?”

“Maybe,” Ino said with a shrug, “But Shika likes to go there.”

Sakura grinned and leered drunkenly at her friend, “You could have just said ‘let’s go the bar where Shika goes’. Haven’t you gotten him into bed yet?”

Ino frowned lightly and shrugged, “It isn’t from lack of trying I assure you. I’ve done everything shy of climbing into his lap and sticking my hand down his pants.”

Sakura laughed and stood up unsteadily. “Then that’s what you should do, tonight. Have a few more beers and it’ll be easy.”

Ino stood just as unsteadily and linked arms with her friend. “You’ve done this before?”

“No…I was going to save myself…” Sakura muttered, frowning and staring at the ground as they left the bar and headed down the street. “Stupid I know…but it doesn’t matter anymore. I think I know who he’s really interested in…and I think they’ll be good for each other.”

Ino wondered again if she should tell the woman what she’d seen in the forest, but decided to do it later when Sakura had completely moved on. “Let’s find someone for you then…at least for a night or two,” she finished with a grin.

“Like who?” Sakura asked curiously. “I don’t want my first time with a guy to be with a stranger.”

“Well, let’s look at the possibilities,” Ino said thoughtfully as they walked. “Lee’s a nice guy, if a little high strung.”

“Yeah but he’s in love with me. I don’t want to lead him on,” Sakura pointed out. “I’m pretty sure that if I slept with him, he’d think we were going to get married or something.”

“Good point,” Ino murmured. “What about Neji or Kiba, or even Choji?” she asked. “Neji is a little serious, but he’s pretty damn hot. Choji is really sweet and funny, so you could do worse there. Kiba is pretty cute too, and, from rumors floating around headquarters, a wild ride in the sack.”

“That’s promising,” Sakura murmured thoughtfully. “Isn’t he sort of dating Hinata though?”

Ino blinked. “You know I think you’re right. Lucky girl. Oh well. Let’s just see who’s here,” she said, pointing at the bar. She pulled Sakura inside and headed straight for the bar.

Once they were armed with their bravery boosting drinks they glanced around to see who they knew. A few people their age were present, including Sakura and Ino’s teams. The four men spotted them and Naruto waved them over with a grin.

Naruto leered at Sakura as she sat next to him. “You actually wore it?” he asked waving to her tiny black dress.

“Ino’s idea, not mine,” she muttered grumpily, drawing amused chuckles from the rest of the group.

“You look nice,” Choji said with a friendly smile. “Too bad I’m not single, or I’d ask you to dance.”

“When did this happen?” Ino asked her teammate curiously. She didn’t know that Choji liked anyone.

“That’s why we’re out tonight,” Naruto announced. “Choji’s getting married in a month.”

“WHAT?” Ino gasped. “Why didn’t you tell us you were dating someone?”

“I’m not dating her. Miko is a nice girl from Kiba’s clan. Our clans have worked together on the soldier pills for a while now, so this is a way to solidify the bond,” he said with a shrug.

“An arranged marriage?” Sakura asked sadly. “But what about falling in love?”

Choji smiled, “I think it’s still possible. Miko and I have known each other for years. We’re good friends and we were given the choice on whether or not to marry. It will be a good thing for both clans and we already get along.” He shrugged and continued smiling, “I think we’ll be happy together.”

Ino blinked and then forced a smile, “Then we’re happy for you Choji. I think I know which woman you’re referring too, and she really is a nice person. We wish you good luck, love and happiness,” she said raising her beer. The others echoed her toast and raised their own glasses. The six spent the next hour laughing, teasing Choji, and getting steadily drunker.

It wasn’t until the two women were helping an unsteady Choji to his feet, so he could go home, that Sakura noticed that they were being watched by another group of ninja in the bar. Kakashi, Asuma, and Kurenai were watching them all in amusement, probably remembering similar nights of their own.

She smiled back at them and nodded to Kakashi. He hadn’t really been her teacher for a few years now, but it was hard to see him any other way. He glanced over the itty-bitty dress she wore and winked at her teasingly. She rolled her eyes lightly and hooked a thumb in Naruto’s direction, indicating who was responsible for the scrap of material. He simply grinned and turned back to his drink.

Sakura watched in fascination as he slipped his mask down just past his lips and sipped from his sake. She couldn’t see his whole face, only the side really, and his chin was hidden, but what she saw was stunning. Who would have thought her teacher could be so hot? She already knew he was muscular…they all were, but did he have to be so damn handsome too? Her knees weakened and she found herself sagging into the table.

Ino jumped to her aid and held her up. “You okay Sakura?” she asked in concern.

“Yeah,” Sakura said, dragging her eyes away from the smiling, half masked man across the room. “I guess I’ve had too much. I’m going to go to the bathroom. Could you order some water for me?” she asked disengaging herself from the other woman’s grasp.

“Sure thing,” Ino said, looking a bit confused at Sakura’s shift in mood. She looked more upset than drunk. But as Sakura wandered across the room, she lost her chance to press her for information. She shrugged and headed for the bar for water and more beer.

***

Sakura sighed and leaned back against the door of the bathroom stall. She was glad the room was currently empty. It hadn’t been a lie when she told Ino she’d had too much. She doubted she could hold an intelligent conversation at the moment.

Worse, she couldn’t believe that she’d just been gawking at her former sensei. Wasn’t he like thirty-three or something? Was that old…too old? She didn’t think it was. He still looked young really and he hadn’t lost his edge in the least…on the battle field that is. She didn’t know what he was like in any other aspect of his life actually.

For a blushing moment, she wondered what Kakashi would be like in bed. Sure he was lazy and late most of the time, but when it came to actually doing something important, he was thorough and never sloppy. How would that kind of care cross over into bedroom activities? Besides being languid and ‘late’ could be a bonus in bed.

She smiled and bit her bottom lip. Somehow she knew Kakashi would be amazing in bed…if she could just get him there. She wondered only briefly if she’d regret it, but thanks to the powers of beer and tiny dresses, decided she wouldn’t, even if she should.

***

Kakashi watched Asuma and Kurenai head for the door of the bar and sighed. He idly wished he had someone to go home with at night. Asuma and Kurenai had been together, officially, for five or six years now. He didn’t know why they didn’t just get married. Maybe it was the whole ‘I might not come back from a mission’ thing. That risk forced many ninja into a life of loneliness and depression. Who really wanted a life without love?

Kakashi had found a small amount of respite in brief relationships here and there, but nothing lasted. Civilians couldn’t handle the stress of a ninja’s life and ninja couples rarely lasted longer than a few long missions. The strain of wondering where your loved one was just took its toll too quickly.

Sex was about all that most ninja had left, and even that was rare. You never knew who you could trust. His dark eye flicked to where Sakura was laughing and smiling next to Ino. The scrap, she likely referred to as a dress, was scrambling his wits, already fuzzy from sake. An ungodly amount of cleavage was on display, more than he’d ever seen her show, and he was looking. Why waste such a lovely opportunity?

Still, he felt like a dirty old man, looking at his former student, despite the fact he wasn’t that old. She was only about ninteen or twenty for crying out loud! She looked up and caught his gaze. Sakura quirked a knowing smile at him and winked, returning his earlier salute.

Kakashi was infinitely relieved that he’d tugged his mask back up, because he swore he was blushing. Was it his imagination or was Sakura flirting subtly with him? Nah…she wouldn’t…not with him…would she?

***

Sakura grinned inwardly as she winked at her startled looking mentor. He actually blushed a little and looked confused. It was rather empowering to fluster the normally languid man with something as simple as a smile and a wink…and, well, an ample amount of cleavage hanging out.

Deciding to play a little, she leaned forward on the table to talk to Naruto, effectively lifting her cleavage for all to admire. Naruto and Sasuke didn’t seem to care and Shika was presently chatting with her abandoned blond friend. Kakashi on the other hand, lifted a brow at her and flicked his gazed down and then back up to her smug face.

Upping the ante a little further, she continued to chat nonchalantly with Naruto, and let her knees fall apart. Very unladylike, but effective. Kakashi’s sake cup shattered in his hand and he looked a bit alarmed.

***

What in the hell was she doing? Was she doing it on purpose to tease him; to flirt? Or was Sakura, sweet, pink-haired Sakura, coming on to him in a crowded bar? Deciding not to find out he stood abruptly, swaying slightly under the influence of too much good sake, and headed for the bathroom. A quick splash of water and then he was getting out of here.

He cupped his hands under the faucet and rubbed cool water over his face, wishing he could dump it in his pants too. In a bar, though, wet pants were just too embarrassing. He’d definitely need a cold shower when he got home…or at least his hand and a few of Jiraiya’s sketches. They’d been his only comfort for too many months now and he was feeling the strain of it now.

Kakashi sighed and reached for a paper towel to dry his face and hands. The door swung open and footsteps entered. He didn’t bother to look up at the newcomer and simply crumpled up his paper towel and tossed it towards the can. The person walked into a stall near the urinals and closed the door. Deciding he might as well use the bathroom while he was in one, he wandered toward the wall and unzipped his pants.

Before he could even blink the stall opened and he was pulled bodily inside. “What the hell?” he grunted as he landed on the toilet seat. He looked up at his ‘attacker’ and very nearly choked. “Sakura? What are you doing in here?”

Sakura was standing over him, hands on her hips and looking rather pleased with herself. “I’ve come to make a request,” she said with a small smile.

“In the men’s bathroom?” he grumbled crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow. “Isn’t this a little inappropriate?”

“The main room seemed more inappropriate,” she said with a shrug. She sighed and regarded him seriously. “Kakashi…do you know how old I am?”

"Nineteen I believe,” he replied, still unsure where this was going, but willing to play along until he figured it out.

“Right, I’m nineteen,” she said firmly. “And I’ve accomplished a lot in those ninteen years. I’ve become a ninja, I’m currently a Jounin and ANBU just accepted my application. Things are going pretty well,” she admitted.

“Congratulations,” he murmured, still not sure what she was getting at.

“Thank you,” she said with another small smile. “Now let me get to the point.”

“I wish you would,” he grumbled. Very much longer and his buzz would wear off. At that point he wouldn’t be able to blame any of this on alcohol.

“I foolishly focused on one man my whole life,” she started. “I thought I loved him and saved everything just for him…but then I discovered something interesting about this man I loved.”

“And that is?” he asked, getting rather annoyed by this twisting and turning request she had for him.

“Hmm?” she asked softly. “Oh! He likes tall, loud, blond men,” she replied. “They don’t know that I’ve figured it out of course.” She tapped her finger against her lip, frowning softly. “I find that I don’t really care about it as much as I thought I would though. However it does leave me with an annoying problem.”

Here it comes, he decided. He desperately wished there was a polite way to escape, but the sake clouding his thoughts wouldn’t let him figure one out. It didn’t help that her dress barely covered anything important, and all of the important parts were within easy gazing and reaching distance. He’d never realized just how long her legs were either. Shaking his head slightly he looked past her full breasts into her face. “And your problem is what?” he asked, knowing full well what it likely was.

“I saved my first everything for him and now I’m stuck with them. I haven’t even kissed anyone, let alone done anything that led toward sex. I desperately want all of that and I think I’d like it now,” she said firmly, stepping closer to him.

“From me?” he ground out, suddenly assaulted by the sweet smell of her perfume and arousal. “I was your teacher. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

She frowned and stepped closer, sinking down over his thighs. “Why not? You’ve taught me all kinds of things about life. Why is this different?”

“Intimacy is always different from any other lesson I could teach you Sakura. It will change you and it will change our relationship,” he reasoned, trying to ignore the damp heat sinking into one thigh. He’d bet big money that she wasn’t wearing panties at the moment. To his embarrassment his body agreed and began to respond to the closeness of her welcoming body. It didn’t care that he’d known her since she was twelve. He desperately wished his zipper was up, as he was about three heart beats from exposing himself to his drunk, yet innocent, former student.

“I don’t care,” she muttered. “The men my age are all off limits. Shino has been married for two years, Kiba is with Hinata, Lee’s off on a long mission and would get too attached anyway, Shika is Ino’s territory, Choji is engaged, Neji is kind of Ten Ten’s, and clearly Naruto and Sasuke have something going. I don’t know many other men or at least not well enough to sleep with them. I don’t really want something long term Kakashi.” She leaned in until her lips were just brushing his. “I just want a simple, no strings attached, chance at feeling what it’s like to be with a man. I won’t be knocking on your door in the morning all starry-eyed and in love, so just stop thinking so much.”

He felt the soft mingling of their breath tease over his lips, smelled her sweet perfume, and shifted slightly against the damp heat on his thigh. It had been so long since he’d sought the comfort of a woman’s arms. Her offer was more than tempting. Torn between what he knew he should do and what he desperately wanted to do, he sat frozen on the toilet.

Sighing softly Sakura decided to make up his mind for him. She leaned in completely and kissed him. It wasn’t graceful in the least, but she had to try. He responded almost instantly and took over the kiss. Well that wasn’t too difficult, but then she had a little helper called ‘sake’.

She shuddered slightly at the way he coaxed her lips to move with his, to open under the gentle nudge of his tongue. This was what kissing was supposed to be like! This is what she’d fantasized about doing with Sasuke for years. Somehow she didn’t think he would have done it like Kakashi though. Kakashi’s kiss was really something…wonderful. It was languid and deep; slowly melting her bones and sending blood roaring through her body.

He growled softly into her mouth, skimming his hands over her back and hips, knowing he should be pushing her away, but deciding he’d worry about regrets later. With her long legs straddling his thighs and her soft warmth pressed far too close to his gaping zipper, he didn’t really care much about the consequences. “You know I shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured into her mouth, running his hands up her thighs.

“That’s half the fun,” she murmured back, winding her fingers into his hair and pressing closer into his hard body. “Can we speed this up a little?” she asked impatiently.

He laughed softly. “Considering it’s only been about three minutes since dragged me in here, we aren’t exactly moving slowly.”

“I don’t care,” she said kissing his neck and grinding her hips down. Streaks of sensation flashed through her from the friction of his clothed thigh against her bare flesh. “I want to know what it feels like.”

“Haven’t I ever taught you about the folly in impatience?” he asked as he unzipped the back of her dress and slid the straps down. He hissed softly when it became apparent Sakura had forsaken all undergarments for the night.

She reached up and ran her hands over her own breasts, drawing all of his attention solely to the plump, firm mounds. “Yes, but I don’t really care right now. Let’s pretend you’re Naruto for the moment,” she said with a slight smile.

He laughed and shook his head, glancing briefly up at her amused expression. “First a quickie and now we’re role playing? You are in a rush,” he teased. Pushing away her exploring hands, he covered her breasts with long fingers, reveling in the soft warmth filling his hands. It had been way too long. He growled softly and squeezed the soft flesh, teasing his thumbs over her taut, pink nipples. “Very nice,” he murmured.

Deciding he wasn’t going to help her in moving things along any faster, Sakura reached between them and unbuttoned the top button of his pants, spreading the flaps wide. Panting softly in excitement she reached inside and through the front of his boxers. She didn’t know what was more exciting, wrapping her fingers around his warm, thick length or the way he sucked in his breath with she did it.

Sakura frantically worked to get him out of the confining fabric, tearing the front of his boxers in her haste. He didn’t seem to mind in the least, pushing her dress up her rear, so the whole garment bunched up around her waist.

She looked down at the foreign looking appendage and stroked it for a moment. Finally getting the message she was sending, however, Kakashi didn’t let her study it for long. Grasping her hips firmly, he hefted her suddenly and settled her carefully down over him. She sucked in her breath in surprise, shuddering and sagging into him at the sudden sensory overload. She’d expected it to hurt at little at least. Instead she was just suddenly very full, stretched to the limit around his body. “Oh,” she gasped in surprise, blinking at him.

“Oh, indeed,” he murmured holder her down tight on his body. Dear god she was tight, but then, she had said this was her first time. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” she said shaking her head slightly. “Not at all.”

“Good,” he growled, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist and standing to press her into the tiled wall.

She gasped at the coolness of the tile and the heat radiating off his body, through the thin layer of his shirt. “Move,” she whispered. “Please.”

He hummed in approval and pulled his hips back, thrusting back into her hard. His eyes flicked over her face as her eyes slid shut and her mouth fell open. “Open your eyes Sakura,” he murmured, repeating the hard thrust. “I want you to look at me.” She sucked in a breath and after a few more thrusts managed to get her eyes open again. “Good girl,” he purred.

Sakura struggled to look at him as he moved hard into her. She knew it would feel good, but this was more than she’d expected. Somehow she knew it had something to do with the man more than the act. Kakashi did everything well.

Her attention caught on his eyes as he supported her with one hand and pressed his headband up. She vaguely noted that she was looking at his whole face for once, something that hadn’t registered earlier. His mask was gone, probably down from when he’d been washing his face. “You’re beautiful without your mask,” she whispered.

He chuckled softly and tilted her jaw up so he could look directly into her eyes. “You’re always beautiful, even with a layer of dirt and blood on you. I’ve always thought that,” he admitted softly. She blushed lightly at his words and then gasped under another swift thrust.

Kakashi hummed softly in pleasure, reveling in the slick slide of her tight body around him. “You feel good,” he groaned softly, leaning in to nip at her bottom lip.

“So do you,” she panted back, arching against him with each upward thrust of his hard body.

“I can make it better,” he murmured. “If you trust me.”

She looked at him through heavy lids and nodded slowly. “More than any one else,” she whispered.

Kakashi pressed into her fully, holding her hard against the wall with his body and one hand. He gently laid his hand over her mouth. “Just trust me,” he murmured when she gave him a silent, questioning look.

Sakura wasn’t sure what he had in mind at first. He’d stopped moving altogether and was simply looking down at her. Confused, she flicked her gaze up to his and immediately froze. His Sharingan was spinning lazily, drawing her gaze forcefully into its depths. She began to struggle against him and whimpered in panic. What was he doing? The Sharingan was a horrible thing to use on someone you liked.

“Hush, it’s not just a weapon Sakura. Relax a moment and just look,” he said softly, holding her firmly against the wall. He moved against her a few times, reminding her of the truly intimate situation she was in; reminding her that she had come to him because she trusted him.

She relaxed slowly, tightening her legs around his waist as he moved into her body. Nodding her head slightly, she indicated that he could continue. The Sharingan continued to spin lazily, drawing her in and relaxing her body against him.

It soon became apparent why her mouth was covered. Her chakra was shifted slowly and a strange burning sensation started low in her body. She furrowed her brow in confusion as it began to build and swirl into something familiar and exciting. Kakashi smiled a little at the expressions crossing her face and began to thrust against her, maintaining his gaze carefully.

Sakura gasped into his hand as raw pleasure blazed through her groin and thighs. Everything felt ten times more sensitive, almost to the point of being painful. Almost. Her chest heaved, and tears gathered at her eyes as his thrusts stroked her towards an impossibly high peak. She moaned into his warm hand and thrust back into him, desperately trying to reach the climax that was just barely beyond her grasp.

Kakashi gritted his teeth and fought to hold the jutsu he’d constructed, but between too much sake and the raw pleasure rolling through his groin, he doubted he’d be able to hold it much longer. “Sakura, I’m getting close,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

Sakura was beyond responding and just looked back at him with a glazed look in her eyes. He shuddered and lost his hold on the jutsu as his climax began to tighten deep in his body. He let his forehead lean into the wall behind her and thrust hard and fast into her welcoming body. Just when he thought for sure he’d come without her, muffled, high gasps filled his hand and her body clamped like a vice around his body.

“Ah fuck!” he ground out as she arched and shuddered, yanking his own climax from him forcefully. Hot pleasure shot through his body and he thrust one last time, emptying himself deep inside her heat.

Sakura shuddered around Kakashi, eyes wide and chest heaving with the climax she’d just endured. It had been one of the scariest and most wonderful things she’d ever experienced. The surging pleasure and complete loss of control over her body was unlike anything she had ever felt. It left her feeling like mush in his arms.

Kakashi let his hand fall from her mouth, panting softly from their exertions. “Sakura?” he murmured. “You okay?”

She nodded against the side of his head. “Yes,” she said in a soft quavering voice. “I didn’t know…it was like that. Thank you.”

Kakashi pulled back so he could look at her again and smiled. “Thank you,” he murmured back. He reached down and grabbed some tissue and handed it to her. She looked at it in question and then back at him. “I’m going to pull out and it’s going to be…messy,” he said, trying to be discrete. How else did one say it? “I should have pulled out, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “I’ll go in and take care of it tomorrow.” She quivered slightly as he slipped out of her body and helped her find her legs again. Blushing lightly she wiped him from her tender flesh and tossed away the tissue. “Thank you,” she murmured, not sure exactly what for, but feeling the need to say it.

He looked up from buttoning and zipping his trousers and smiled gently. “It was my pleasure, even if I don’t tell you that later…or even believe it in the morning.”

Sakura smiled and tugged her dress into place. She turned so he could zip her up. “I meant what I said. I won’t come knocking tomorrow…at least not about this…but could we…?”

“Hmm?” he murmured zipping her dress gently and smoothing out some of the wrinkles.

“Could we maybe do this again sometime?” she asked shyly turning around to look up at him again. “It was fun…and it felt nice…so maybe…?”

“Maybe,” he murmured with a smile.

She smiled back and nodded, satisfied with that at least. “I’ll go back first. Will you join us again?”

“No,” he said gently. He nodded his head to the window. “That’s my exit. Go have fun with your friends.”

She nodded again and slipped out of the stall and out of the bathroom, nearly smacking poor Shika with the door in the process.

“Eh? Sakura?” he murmured in confusion. He glanced at the sign on the door and then back at her.

She swallowed sudden panic and grinned dopily at him. “Whoops! I guess I got the wrong one. Silly me,” she murmured with a shrug. He simply nodded and let her pass without another word. Sighing she wandered back to the table where Ino was drooping and Sasuke and Naruto were whispering to each other.

Ino perked up at the sight of her friend. “Jeez Sakura,” she whined. “I thought you’d either fallen or ditched me! Are you sick or something?”

Sakura smiled and shook her head. “No I just got held up” against a wall.

“Oh?” Ino murmured. “Well now that you’re back let’s get cracking on finding you a man!”

Sakura sank into her seat and crossed her legs, wiggling a bit as her sensitive fleshed pulsed lightly in memory of what had just happened. “Already taken care of,” she said with a satisfied smirk.

Ino blinked at her. “Pardon?”

“Oh didn’t I say?” Sakura murmured innocently, and softly. She didn’t want the two men across the table to ask any questions. “I got held up in the men’s bathroom, with a certain silver-haired ninja.”

Ino blinked again and looked first at the men’s bathroom door, then to the empty table across the room and then back to Sakura. “I may be a little drunk but…did you…with him?” When Sakura simply grinned, Ino clapped her hand over her mouth and squealed in delight. “Oh my god! Sakura, I love you, you know that right?” Ino laughed. Sakura nodded and grinned again, ignoring the men’s odd looks and sipping at her drink.


A/N: I may do a Naru/Sasu and an Ino/Shika to go with this series too. :)