Only in Dreams

Sakura made her way down the streets of Konohagakure, her bag of groceries in hand. Today was a lazy day with nothing planned, and the sun was gently beaming down from a cloudless sky. Sakura's mind, though, was not on the beautiful weather; all she could think about was the dream she had had the night before. It was a hot and steamy sort of dream, but no matter how hard she wracked her brain, Sakura could not remember who the other person in the dream had been. She remembered softness and gentleness, and an intense passion, but try as she might, she simply couldn't remember. She sighed, and tried to put it out of her mind. It wasn't as if it was actually important. Still, it was annoying that she couldn't -

"Oof!" a soft voice cried out. Sakura was violently shaken from her reverie; she had run into someone, who was now on the ground from the impact.

"I'm so sorry!" Sakura frantically apologized. "I wasn't watching where I was going! I - " She stopped when she realized who it was that she had knocked over: a girl her age, with long, dark hair. "H-Hinata!"

Hinata smiled gently from where she sat on the ground. "It's alright, Sakura-san, it was an accident," she said, standing up and brushing the dirt off of herself. Sakura was silent, merely staring at the girl standing across from her, her jaw hanging open slightly. When she had laid eyes on her, it all came crashing back - Hinata was the one in her dream. It had been Hinata's hands over her body, Hinata's lips on her skin; she suddenly remembered how vivid a dream it had been. "You looked happy."

Sakura found her voice and returned to reality. "I d-did?"

Hinata nodded. "Yes, you did! You had a big smile on your face. Are you doing anything fun later?"

Sakura stammered again. "O-oh, no, not really. I was just on my way home...from the grocery store..."

If Hinata found Sakura's behavior awkward, she wasn't letting it show. "Well, I hope you have a good rest of the day," she said, bowing slightly. "I'd better be going. Goodbye, Sakura-san." She walked past Sakura, who turned her head to watch her leave.

"Bye...Hinata," Sakura said weakly. She swallowed hard, then sighed and starting walking again. Sakura shook her head roughly from side to side. So what if she had a sexy dream about Hinata? It wasn't like she had never had a dream like that about anyone before - Sasuke, Naruto, even Kakashi-sensei that one time (Sakura blushed slightly at the memory) - but she had never acted so out of it around the person in question before.

Sakura reached her front door and walked inside, placing her groceries on a counter in the kitchen. She sighed again and leaned against the counter. Hinata is awfully cute, she thought. I certainly could do worse than her. She caught herself and shook her head violently again. What was she thinking? Hinata was her friend, that was all. She wasn't going to let a stupid dream mess with her head. She put away the groceries and straightened up the kitchen. She quickly busied herself by tidying up the house - sweeping, folding laundry, anything to keep her mind off of that dream. An hour or so later, Sakura had run out of chores to do, and collapsed on her bed. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her mind began to wander, and before long, she thought back to her encounter with Hinata earlier that day. She closed her eyes, and pictured their conversation ending in a different way.

"Yes, you did! You had a big smile on your face. Are you doing anything fun later?"

"I didn't have anything planned," Sakura said, looking at Hinata lustfully, "but I was hoping maybe...you."



Sakura wrinkled her nose. That was a stupid line.

"I didn't have anything planned. If you aren't doing anything either, would you like to come back to my place?"

Not quite as bad, but still not great. Sakura mentally skipped forward a few scenes.

Sakura opened the front door of her house, Hinata following closely behind with a reluctant look on her face. Sakura looked deeply into her eyes. "Hinata, is something wrong?"

"Oh, no, there's nothing wrong..." Hinata said softly, blushing slightly. "It's just...I've never...with a girl...well, with anyone..."

Sakura smiled and reached her hands out to touch Hinata's face. Her blush deepened. "There's nothing to be afraid of," she said, taking Hinata's hand in hers, and led her toward the bedroom.

Sakura frowned slightly. Were these really her best lines? Maybe this was why she could never get a date. She skipped ahead again.

Hinata stood with her back to the bed, watching Sakura nervously. Sakura only smiled and stepped closer. "Sakura-san -" Hinata began, but Sakura put a hand to her lips, silencing her. Moving her hand under Hinata's chin, she gently pressed her lips against hers. Hinata hesitated for a moment, before returning the kiss. Their eyes closed, they slowly came closer together until their bodies were pressed against each other, their hips, stomachs, breasts were touching, pressing together. Sakura put one hand against Hinata's lower back, pulling her even closer, the other moving behind Hinata's head, fingers running through her smooth dark hair. She opened her mouth slightly, and Hinata did likewise, as Sakura moved her tongue into Hinata's mouth. The two tongues intertwined briefly, before Hinata grabbed both sides of Sakura's face and pulled away. Sakura opened her eyes slowly, staring deeply at Hinata. Her lilac eyes were wet with emotion.

"Hinata..." Sakura began, but that was as far as got before Hinata kissed her again, hard, and Sakura squealed in surprise and delight. Hinata's hands were in Sakura's hair, Sakura's hands were around Hinata's waist, each girl fiercely exploring the other's mouth with her tongue. Sakura reached under Hinata's coat, tugging it upwards. Hinata broke away from the kiss to unzip it while Sakura pulled her own shirt off over her head, soon joined on the floor by Hinata's shirt. Sakura reached behind Hinata's back to unhook her bra, and Hinata did the same for Sakura. Naked from the waist up, they each took a moment to admire the other's body, before Hinata suddenly squealed and covered herself with her arms, clearly embarrassed. Sakura grinned and grabbed Hinata's wrists. "You're so beautiful," she said, looking deep into her eyes. Hinata was blushing, but despite her discomfort, dropped her arms to her sides. Her breasts were huge, and Sakura felt a momentary pang of jealousy. She put her hands on Hinata's shoulders, and kissed her again, deeply, before moving her hands down to Hinata's chest, and gently cupped her breasts. Hinata moaned softly into Sakura's mouth as she lightly rubbed her nipples with her thumbs.

Sakura gasped softly, surprised by the stirring feeling and warm wetness between her legs. She kicked off her skirt, and, with her eyes still closed and focusing on the fantasy unfolding in her mind, she reached her hand into her underwear to stroke the swollen mound between her legs. She moaned, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation. She exhaled slowly.

Sakura slowly leaned forward as Hinata laid back onto the bed. Breaking the kiss, Sakura tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear as she looked down at the girl lying beneath her.

"Sakura-san..." Hinata said, her voice lusty and filled with longing.

"Call me Sakura," she grinned, before leaning down to kiss Hinata's lips, her jaw, her neck, her chest. She licked one of her nipples, and Hinata gasped with pleasure at the sensation. She put her hands on Sakura's head, running her fingers through her short, soft hair. Sakura trailed kisses down Hinata's stomach to her navel, and stopped once she reached the waistband of her pants. She quickly pulled them down, leaving Hinata in only her panties, before Hinata sat up and leaned toward Sakura, kissing her again, deeply. Sakura moaned against Hinata's lips, and as Hinata began leaning forward more, Sakura began lying back, until she was flat on her back with Hinata bending over her.

Sakura rubbed herself faster and faster, writhing under her own touch. Her clit was throbbing with need under her fingers, and each stroke brought with it another jolt of pleasure through her body. With her other hand, Sakura reached underneath her shirt and up to her breast, gently pinching and rubbing her nipple. She breathed heavily, a shaky moan escaping her lips. She moved her hand down her chest, to her stomach...

Hinata slowly rubbed her hands over Sakura's lean stomach, and repeated the trail of kisses that Sakura had left on her own body, gently touching her soft lips to Sakura's pale, warm skin. She grabbed the hem of Sakura's skirt and slowly pulled it down and threw it to the floor, and did the same with her panties. Hinata continued trailing kisses, down her stomach and toward the small patch of pink hair between her legs.

Hinata's tongue was warm, strong but gentle, moving across her swollen clit, then down and into her wet opening. Sakura moaned loudly, arching her back as Hinata pressed her tongue harder into her, sweeping up and over her clit again, circling it, kissing and gently sucking it, sending Sakura nearer and nearer to the edge...

"Hinata..."

A white-hot electric heat began at the base of Sakura's spine and quickly moved forward. "Ah!" she cried out, her eyes suddenly opening. A wave of pleasure washed over her entire body, as her hips uncontrollably bucked and her toes curled. Her body twitched all over, and it felt as if every nerve ending was in a frenzy. She crashed back down onto the bed, breathing heavily. She stared at the ceiling, as what looked like tiny stars danced in front of her eyes. She sighed, with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Closing her eyes again, she saw, among the stars still dancing there, a girl her age, with long dark hair, before drifting off to sleep.



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"So, how have you been?" Ino asked with a smile. It was the next day, and Sakura was visiting Ino at the flower shop. Ino was leaning over the counter, her chin resting in her hand. Sakura looked up from the flowers she had been browsing.

"Fine, fine," Sakura answered. "I haven't been doing much. Yesterday I barely even left the house."

"That's nice, every once in a while," Ino said, walking out from behind the counter to tug at an errant blossom in a flower arrangement. "I wouldn't mind a nice quiet day at home, but my dad has been making me watch the shop almost everyday."

"Yeah, it is nice," Sakura said, glancing out the window. "You can have a lot of fun by yourself."

Before Ino could ask Sakura what, exactly, she meant by that, something outside caught Sakura's eye. Hinata was walking down the street past the shop. Sakura watched her, watched how her hair flowed behind her as she moved, how her body moved with each step, and before she realized what she was doing, she ran out of the front door and after the girl with the dark hair, leaving Ino alone in the flower shop, wondering what was going on with Sakura today.

"Hinata," Sakura called out, a few paces behind Hinata, catching her breath from her short sprint. Hinata stopped and turned her head, and smiled when she saw Sakura.

"Sakura-san, hello," Hinata said. "How are you?"

"I'm..." Sakura paused, stood up straight, and cleared her throat. "I was wondering...are you doing anything tonight?"