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“Now this is the good stuff.” Ino slammed the sake jug down on the bar counter, setting aside the bag she had used to sneak its contents into the bar. She threw back the rest of the cheap sake in her glass and then poured from the slightly cracked white jug into it. A milky white liquid sloshed out; it gave off an acrid tang that made Sakura wrinkle her nose where she sat next to Ino. “What the hell is that, Pig? And why did you have to sneak that in here…” She cast a dubious glance around them, but they were in their own bubble amidst the raucous and vibrant atmosphere of the small bar.

“It’s my homebrew special sake.” Ino’s icy blue eyes glittered beneath her thick layer of black mascara as she shoved Sakura’s glass toward her. Sakura’s gloved fingers wrapped around it and she swallowed the last sip of the sake left in it before handing the glass to Ino, who immediately poured in several finger’s worth of her homebrew alcohol. Sakura reached out to her with sweat pearling on her brow. “Pig, not so much!”

The grin on Ino’s lip-glossed mouth was decidedly wicked as she handed Sakura the generously filled tumbler, the hard glint in her stare making it clear that there was no choice involved; only demand. “Ugh, you’re going to kill me with a single sip of this crap…” Sakura took the glass, green eyes peering into the cloudy contents. When its odd tang stung her nostrils she set it on the counter with a shake of her head. “No way. Absolutely no way.”

“It’s not crap,” Ino protested, and she pushed the glass back toward Sakura with a practiced pout. “You’re insulting an old, secret, and very good Yamanaka family recipe. I made it myself and you promised you would drink it if you lost that bet earlier.”

Sakura gave a groan at the slight glisten of Ino’s eyes, knowing she couldn’t bring herself to upset her over refusing the drink, and her stomach lurched with the thought of what she was about to consume. She sighed as she settled her hand back around the glass and lifted it back toward her lips, and she shot Ino a glare. “You’re lucky I like you, Ino-pig. I’ll drink your damn sake.” She braced herself as Ino grabbed her own glass, and they held their glasses by their mouths in unison. “If you run off with Sai in the middle of tonight, though, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Same to you, Forehead.” Ino’s grin was the perfect opposite of Sakura’s frown as their drinks met their lips and they threw back a swallow. At the burning feel of the strange sake homebrew going down her throat, Sakura thoroughly regretted ever gambling with Ino.

Two hours in, and Ino had caught Sai’s eye from across the bar. She was already dragging him out of the front doors as Sakura noticed, stumbling after them in her drunken anger with full intent to make good of her earlier threat and kick Ino for running off -- but by the time she made it out into the night air, Sai had scooped Ino up and disappeared into the dark. Sakura cursed loudly as she leaned back against the side of the cheap dark wood of the bar doors. Her head spun and throbbed. She had another glass of Ino’s homebrew sake in her hand, and she considered it as her thoughts swirled through the glass she clutched tightly. She threw back the rest of the cloudy drink as she swerved back into the boisterous bar on her own.

She could feel it as she danced - with each sway, spin, and shift across the well-worn small dancefloor. The feeling lingered as she curled away from men offering sweaty hands to her and as she briefly dallianced, giggling, with other dancing drunken women. Even in her inebriated state Sakura was well aware of the feeling of being unwaveringly watched by many.

She had already known before that she’d catch the eyes of fellow bargoers here; she was a shinobi among civilans, and she was aware that she had a reputation that expanded beyond shinobi ranks and well into civilian gossip in Konoha and beyond. She was, after all, part of the legendary Team Seven, the touted “second-coming of the Sannin”. She was used to being stared at just for her unusual and unique naturally cherry-blossom hair, let alone for her well-respected status as an expert medic and Tsunade’s apprentice. She had probably treated most of the people in this bar for something or other in her medical career already.

But the feeling was stronger, sharper, like the thrumming caused in one’s sixth-sense from an intense stare, and as Sakura swerved another round on the dancefloor in the arms of a laughing drunk older lady civilian, she caught it in her peripheral vision again.

Swaying her hips under the lights and accepting the arms of another dancer, Sakura chose to ignore her increasingly blurred curiosity of whatever the golden thing ensnaring her shinobi instincts was. She was surrounded by that color here: the flashes of gold at the dancers’ throats and hands, the glittering gradients of amber and marigold of the sakes and beers and whiskeys in tumblers and glasses at the bar and tables, the humming yellow-orange glow of the low lights above her.

Sakura revelled in the colors around her, alive to the beat of the music that she no longer found tacky, glowing under the stares of those around her. She wasn’t even paying attention to who she danced with now, swinging and dancing between partners with a careless, glowing smile. She loved the feeling of being held and spun and the vibe of the lively crowd around her. It felt so good to let go for once. It felt even better to feel like she wasn’t being admired for her status, her titles, but perhaps just as a fellow drunk having a good time.

She spun in the lights and swirled over to the side, too dizzy to continue. She had felt aglow for a moment, and she allowed herself to savor that glow as she looked around, tired in the best of ways. It was not long before the back of her mind began to seep back into the bitterness she had been trying to escape, and again she sought distraction. She ignored the tugging in her chest and stumbled back toward her table she’d had with Ino, feeling her loneliness tainting her stomach like a poison that she was determined to drown out with more sake.

As Sakura strode clumsily through the dark back toward her table, she caught the slight flash of something gold at the other end of the bar.

At first, she thought nothing of it, collapsing back in her stool with a slouch. She drowned her dizzy mind moodily into her now-empty glass; she let herself spin with the circles that cascaded pleasantly through her head as her stomach stirred and churned with heat and drink. The pleasantness began to sour into a bitterness that she knew too well, and Sakura closed her eyes as she hung her head. Her drunkenness had kept it at bay but she had known it would make its return regardless.

Her body still ached from her long shift at the hospital doing surgeries for over fourteen hours. She had been pulling sometimes twenty-hour long shifts at the hospital, cat-napping between surgeries in the on-call bunks, throwing herself body and soul at her work with nearly every waking moment. It had been purely chance that she had come across Ino during one of her increasingly rare trips out beyond the hospital or her apartment, and soon enough she had found herself roped into gambling and then drinking.

Sakura knew she didn’t regret a single moment spent with Ino regardless of how dizzy and sick she felt with the drinks. She had helped her to forget her unhappiness, if just for a few hours.

She opened her eyes to stare again at her glass as the sounds of the bar loudened between her ears. There was a rakish jazz tune playing that was on the objective end of terrible; most of the other sounds of the bar were the laughs and loud, slurred rambling and shouting of other patrons. This was a civilian dive bar; where Sakura had no choice in the matter of whether or not she and Ino would be drinking tonight, she did get to choose where, and considering how exhausted as well as down she felt, she didn’t want to run into anyone she knew. This bar was her getaway from the world on her particularly bad days.

Sakura felt the exhaustion and drink exacerbating her unhappiness instead of abating it now, and she felt her thoughts spin faster. Lonely.

The word lingered. It was what spattered bitterness throughout the corners and curves of her mind and sunk deeply into her with dark stains alongside several other unwelcome words. Lonely. Empty. Bored…

Sakura picked up the glass, sipping it again to taste the last drops of the acrid homebrew sake. She desperately needed an escape from the bitterness that rose like bile up her throat. She didn’t want to think about how she worked longer and longer shifts to escape the empty darkness that awaited her at home. She didn’t want to think about how finally moving on from her interest in Sasuke had freed her and then crushed her with the deeper realization of her loneliness. She didn’t want to think about how the end of the war had given her nothing left to do with herself but work; she wanted to be happy with just healing others, paying no mind to herself, but her life was catching up to her in sharp tandem.

There was another glint in the corner of her eye, and Sakura turned her head, green eyes searching the din of the bar. It had poked her instincts this time like the sixth-sense feel of someone’s eyes upon her and she seized the distraction with greedy mental fingers. Her peripheral vision swirled with her intoxication as she blearily scrutinized the dim bar for what had caught her interest, and when she was about to set down her glass and surrender completely to her bitterness, she saw it again.

Now that she was facing the direction it was coming from, she noticed it as twin pin-points of pure yellow-gold; small in the distance and slightly aglow in the darkness. It disappeared again over the heads and chair backs and general lighthearted madness of the crowded stools and booths. Abruptly Sakura shoved aside her glass on the table and got to her feet.

She made her way across the bar toward where she had seen the flash of gold, keeping her focus on it. Her hand trailed along the wall as she swayed between people and through the din, music and laughter melting through her ears and warming her head as she stopped before a shadowed booth. Whatever she had seen was immersed in a darkness she could not see through, just beyond the table that was the final obstacle between them. Sakura narrowed her eyes into the dark, reaching out a gloved hand with a determination to satisfy her curiosity. She was too drunk to question her actions or to be embarrassed when her fingertips brushed something cool and smooth.

“What are you doing?” A silky, low voice chuckled in the depths of the booth. “Sakura-chan? You’re so drunk.”

Sakura scowled when whatever she had touched pulled back further into the dark and away from her reaching hand, her fingers plopping down unceremoniously onto the table’s edge where she stood. Her blurred mind did not register the voice as she leaned forward over the table toward the dark. “Golden… thing. Why’re you backing away? Don’t be rude.” Her words were slurred and stumbling; there was a pause before the voice spoke again, this time with amusement in his tone. “Golden thing? Have you somehow forgotten my name?”

Sakura thudded into the booth with a hmmph. Her annoyance at his unspoken rejection of her reaching hand had set off an already tumultuous snowball of frustrations within her and she felt it beginning to roll with her dizzy stomach as she reached out again, her determination unfailing as her fingers moved further into the dark booth. This time she found something that was as silky as the texture of the voice that had spoken. Her fingers glided across its smoothness as it was revealed in a dark sienna shaft of the bar’s light. It was a long lock of black hair, and she squinted down at it with increasing annoyance. “Pretty hair.” She examined it with intense focus. “Whaddid you do to make this so soft? I have used… every kind of conditioner, and none of them make my hair this nice.”

Cool white fingers appeared over hers, prying her grip gently from the hair and retreating back into the darkness. Sakura stared blindly at the dark as the voice spoke again. “You don’t want to direct your… drunkenness at me, Sakura-chan. Go back to whatever you were doing before.”

Her annoyance bulked with her earlier frustration and Sakura’s scowl deepened as she turned fully toward the person in the dark of the booth. “Whaddyou know about what I want? I can do what I please.” She threw her weight toward the dark in her attempt to scoot down the seat, drunkenly misjudging the right amount of momentum to use, and she thunked bodily against the shadow in the booth. There was a low oof when she had shoved herself up against a slender side. Sakura paid him no mind as she took a handful of the black hair strands again and inspected it, peeling off her gloves. “Smells like limes n’ something else,” she slurred as she felt the strands between her fingers, and she felt a tentative arm descend lightly around her shoulders; at the feel of his hand curling around her shoulder, Sakura jerked her head to look up at the person she had pressed herself beside.

Two piercing eyes watched her face, less than an arm’s length up from her face in the darkness. Her stomach dropped to her feet as she could see every detail of the golden eyes that had caught her attention now. There was an iridescence in the ochre-yellow hues of his distinct snake-irises, flecks of light catching and reflecting in their depths as she stared into them. She was mesmerized and not listening at all as his velvet voice purred against her. “Do you recognize me now that you’ve thrown yourself on me?”

Sakura hummed softly, letting go of the strands of black hair in her fingers as her attention fully shifted to his gaze. She watched the way the dim light glittered in his unusual eyes, completely capturing her focus. She was noticing now how his irises glowed faintly in the darkness.

Her thoughts plunked against her dizziness, alarmed instincts repeating over and over beneath the easy circles that the alcohol drew in her head. His name that she unconsciously recognized was obscured by the stirring of the drinks in her stomach and the heat in her skin. All Sakura was thinking about beyond the warm spinning of her intoxication was that it felt good to hear and to feel the warm presence of a man so close to her after so long. She breathed in unmistakeable male pheromones with the warm smells of sake and eucalyptus, a blend of scents that was unusual but not unpleasant, causing heat to pool in her lower stomach. Her body whirred with the need to pull him closer and immerse herself, to escape the bitterness that chased the tail-end of her thoughts.

Sakura’s vision tunneled as her hands reached up, threading through the long black hair that surrounded his intense golden eyes, and she tugged him down to her as she pressed her lips against his parted ones, interrupting whatever patient protest was about to depart from them.

Her kiss was soft, insistent, half-sloppy; his cool lips were still and unresponsive beneath hers for a long moment. She was lost in the scorch of the thrill that had run through her at the touch of her face against another’s, her skin singing with heightened awareness of his proximity - that thrill that reminded her she was alive, and increasingly more so.

Drawing back slightly, spinning mind sent cascading back down from the adrenaline pushing headily through her blood, Sakura’s attention shifted from his still-unmoving lips to the taste his had left on her own. There was the slight tang of potent sake and something sweet - but she was halted in her drunk curiosity as his white hands gripped her by the shoulders and all but shoved her away from him abruptly.

Sakura fell back on the rough leather seat, her brain spinning exponentially more from his rejection. She squinted up at him in the dark, her narrowed green gaze catching again on his flashing golden eyes as he leaned over where she was sprawled back on the booth. When his pale face was illuminated dimly in the dark orange light, Sakura’s mind finally picked up his name from the thundering of her blood.

“Sakura-chan. Did you not hear me earlier?” Orochimaru blinked at her from the darkness where he sat with narrowed eyes and slightly flared, slitted pupils.

She reached out, grasping the open collar of his dark blue tunic shirt, feeling her frustration rise again. She did not like that he had shoved her away. Regardless of the twisting of her gut or the clanging of her thoughts, her pride and her stubbornness would not allow him to reject her, and she wanted to taste that thrill that had brought an old spark back into the hollowness within her.

Sakura tugged where she gripped Orochimaru’s dark shirt sharply, causing him to have to brace his hands on the seat on either side of Sakura’s head to avoid being thrown violently across the booth from her drunken misjudging of the strength needed to pull him back into her personal space. His mostly shadowed features shifted into a curious but irked frown as she gripped him more tightly, the seams beginning to tear beneath her fingers, glaring up at him. His name clicked oddly in her brain, and she felt both revilement and frustration as well as a burgeoning heat in her core.

“You’ll regret this later if you keep going,” Orochimaru warned again, hands covering hers where she had grabbed his collar. His words were a statement of fact rather than a threat, and she ignored his silky admonition as she pulled him down to her.

Sakura continued to ignore the alarmed pulsing of her instincts and listened to the pull of her body as her impatient tug brought Orochimaru all the way down to where she laid back on the booth seat, aligning his body with hers. One of her hands touched his angular cheekbone lightly as she kissed him again, and he didn’t stop her this time. She opened her eyes, drowning in gold, and one of her legs slid up across the booth and against his side; she felt his arms encircle her waist as he began to respond to her lips pressing insistently against his.

Sakura could taste the sweetness on his lips more thoroughly now as he allowed her to explore him. Her mouth opened as she tilted her head. Orochimaru’s wide lips meshed with hers as she tasted his warm breath, the tang of sake and a hint of matcha registering in her brain; when she felt his cool hand trail up her side, she gave a low groan. “Don’t blame me when you’re sober tomorrow,” he murmured as his lips slipped from hers and he placed a lingering kiss beneath her ear. Her thoughts still plunked in the back of her mind, but the sensations of having his weight pressed against her, the growl in his voice, and the feel of his cool hands drove back her doubts and invoked her desires. The combinations of sights and sounds and scents spun with her intoxication and Sakura revelled in the absence of her bitterness as she enjoyed his slow touches, her skin searing where he dragged his lips along her throat and up against her jaw.

With increasing impatience, Sakura turned her face and captured his lips again. Her hands gripped his sides and she brought both legs up to clamp around his waist, adjusting so she was lying completely flat on the long booth seat. She heard a heavy scrape as Orochimaru pushed away the table, allowing them more room in the dark matted booth, and her heart thudded wildly against her chest as the simple action made her blood burn. Her legs clamped again around his waist as he settled his weight atop her completely, and he drew back enough to study her wide green eyes a moment, lips pulling back from hers.

As she beheld his hale and shadow-crossed face above hers, a brief memory flickered through Sakura’s mind, and her expression as a whole smoldered mauve as a dark idea danced on the threshold of her thoughts. Her lack of inhibitions whatsoever allowed the idea to avoid the filtration of her subconscious and she voiced her piecemeal thoughts aloud, her voice slurred and soft as her breath fell hotly across his hovering face. “Long…” Sakura squinted into his slitted golden eyes, feeling something curl in her gut as she dared ask. “Don’t you… you have a super long…” She swallowed, even her completely drunken bravery hesitating in the face of expressing her bold, implicit request. “Tongue?”

Orochimaru’s golden eyes flared wide as he processed her question, her words so slurred that it took him a moment to translate her words until they connected and he tilted his head. There was a playful yet ominous look in his darkening golden eyes, and Sakura unconsciously squeezed her legs where they were clamped around his sides. His silky voice had taken on a somewhat husky tone as he replied, and he rose a single dark eyebrow as his pupils contracted and his cheeks darkened. “What are you really asking, Sakura-chan?”

The warmth in her belly and the sensations of his weight pressed against her made Sakura give completely into her bodily desires. She gained a stab of bravery that made the words ghost past her lips as she gave Orochimaru a wicked grin. “Show it to me.”

His answering smile was wider and much more sinister than hers. “As you wish.”

Sakura let out a yip as they were then what felt like instantaneously standing outside of their booth in a swift blur of limbs. She leaned against Orochimaru’s side heavily, made dizzier from the sudden movement and still intensely drunk. She shook her head of its wildly cascading spinning, looking up determinedly toward the back exit of the bar with her intent to see that promise through, and felt more than saw Orochimaru smirk beside her as the two of them began to make their way through the din of boisterous noise and dancing and song around them.

Even in her inebriated state Sakura sensed curious eyes dragging across herself and Orochimaru. She tried to appear nonchalant as she fervently hoped in the back of her circling, blurry mind that nobody recognized him. She also noticed, as she looked up at him, that his long black hair had come loose from its tie that had been keeping it restrained behind his back. It fell as a long, perfectly straight black curtain around the sides of his face and down his shoulders, obscuring his features from passers-by. Sakura shook her own head of medium-length, mussed pink hair, hoping for the same sleek effect but still knowing she looked like a drunken fool. Orochimaru was weaving gracefully through the crowds like a cat, leading Sakura by the elbow and occasionally her shoulder as she wobbled in and out of retaining her balance.

Sakura let out a relieved sigh as they pushed through the back door. She sucked in a deep breath of the cool night air and swerved, her eyes wide upon where Orochimaru awaited her. Sakura’s blurry attention dragged up and down his slender form and loose hair and slight smile. Was that dubiousness she spotted in his expression?

Sakura swayed forward, her hands clamping around Orochimaru’s slight but toned shoulders, glaring up at him with vehemence amplified by drink. Though Sakura was gripping him like she were about to toss him across the village, he stood as steadily as a statue. He raised a single eyebrow at her, his gilded eyes slightly aglow in the darkness around them.

“Are you certain about this, Sakura-chan?”

Sakura blinked up at Orochimaru, the drunken, slurred, accusatory taunt that had been about to burst from her lips wilting. Her fingers flexed uncertainly around his shoulders, and she suddenly retracted her grip upon him, realizing now how much she’d seized and grabbed and otherwise forced contact upon him throughout this ordeal. Her drunkenness had abated just enough that she vaguely understood Orochimaru was being more than just patient with her - had someone tried upon Sakura what she had tried on him at this point, she’d have destroyed them for it long ago. Orochimaru was clearly unperturbed by, or experienced in, handling wildly violent and demanding drunks - an observation Sakura wanted to both investigate and squash out of her head forever.

His question repeated in her circling mind, and Sakura’s glower slowly returned, that hatred of feeling rejected riling up that lonely spark in her chest that had helped ignite her fire in the first place.

Sakura then matched Orochimaru’s posture, if slightly swaying and unsteady where she stood - folded arms, feet confidently flat on the pavement, her chin high as she stared challengingly up into his face. “I know whatthefuck I’m doing.” Her words slurred together despite her efforts, and her thoughts still spun with uncertainty, lust, sake, loneliness, and thrills of adrenaline, but the defiant glint in her eyes was the one thing that was absolute.

Orochimaru’s smirk slanted up across his wide lips. He reached out, pale hand gripping Sakura’s chin as he leaned in close, his obsidian slitted pupils flaring wide as his low voice became teasing. “But what about your Sasuke-kun, hmm?”

Sakura’s brows pinched together in a scowl. “I’ve been over him in that way for a while now. I’m surprised you’re even asking.” Her jaw tipped forward in Orochimaru’s cool grip and her heart pounded with another addictive spike of adrenaline as she searched his luminescent stare, using a saccharine tone she attempted to make just as mocking as his. “But oh, sorry, I forgot about him killing you once for a second.” Sakura drew close enough that her nose brushed against his and she could feel his warm breath on her face, her eyes widening in a mockingly innocent way as his pale hand gripping her chin tightened and she went on. “Are you worried?”

Sakura’s hopes to puncture that mocking, knowing look on Orochimaru’s face with her slurred but sharp words faltered as she swayed violently, a wave of dizziness dragging through her. He caught her easily and retained her from falling while shaking his head.

Sakura let out a curse. Pulling back from Orochimaru, she sent some finely-tuned chakra to her liver with a sweaty hand, forcing it to work faster to cycle the alcohol from her system. It hurt, but soon she felt the most potent waves of drunkenness ease, leaving her still thoroughly drunk but at least able to walk.

This done, Sakura whipped back toward Orochimaru, steering herself aggressively back toward him. She fisted his dark blue shirt lapels and pulled close again with clenched teeth and racing, heated blood. “Well don’t. Do you think I’d really be here? It took me…” She rolled her eyes like she was struggling to count the years. “...too long to figure out he doesn’t care about me like that or much at all -- and… anyway… didn’t you promise me - something?” Sakura glowered up at Orochimaru, and both of his eyebrows rose as he regarded her. This time, she couldn’t read what was beneath the look he gave her, but her impatience had finally broken through again, and she was done talking, wanting to keep chasing that heart-pounding thrill that she’d started to feel from the moment this risky dalliance had started. She set her jaw, making drunken mental declarations that blared over half of what he was in the middle of saying. “...not certain that we want the same things out of this, Sakura-chan---”

“Whatever.” Sakura fisted Orochimaru’s loose white yukata and pulled him abruptly toward the street, drunkenly confident despite not quite knowing where to go, and she let out another squeak as she was scooped up - she barely had time to realize that she was being carried, her dizziness drowning her again as they raced in a blur through the mostly deserted streets and alleys, her hair whipping around her face. The only thing Sakura could clearly see was the glint of Orochimaru’s luminescent eyes in the darkness that occasionally flicked down to her.

When the swaying and wind-whipping of searing through the neon-lit Konoha streets drew to a halt, Orochimaru setting Sakura back on her feet, they were already inside an apartment; she hadn’t even noticed when he’d made it into the building, nor when he’d entered it and carried her into here. She looked around at the dark apartment quickly, wide-eyed, before turning back to look at him. Her heart was beating with a frantic, maxed rhythm: accelerated by far too much sake, electrified with adrenaline, boosted with unexpected attraction, and punctuated by that same blinding need she had felt earlier in the bar. Even though the logical part of her brain (where her inhibitions and doubts tried desperately to escape) was immersed with a still potent drunkenness, Sakura knew that she didn’t need to declare it aloud. She and Orochimaru both were finished with talking.

Sakura stepped back, her eyes half-lidded and pinned to him as she fell onto the bed behind her, her expression both brave and inviting in a mocking, daring way. Her hair bounced around her face as the mattress gave in slightly to her weight, her clothes ruffled and her skin already rashing with heat and thrills.

For a moment, Orochimaru considered her. He was a black and white shadow painted silver in the moonlight before her, the two bright orbs of his golden eyes flashing beneath his loose hair.

He let out a low chuckle that became a growl as Sakura’s impatient hands flashed out and pulled him to her roughly. His limbs tangled with hers as they fell together across the bed, and Sakura let out a gasp as Orochimaru bit down viciously on the side of her neck; her fingers dug into his sides, her blood surging with renewed, intense thrills at his warning rumble spurred from Sakura’s undying, inviting defiance.

Quick cold hands pulled aside Sakura’s vest and tore away her chest-bindings. Orochimaru’s searing touch slid down her sides as he eased down her shorts. Sakura arched her back, thoughts buzzing and then imploding as his long tongue traveled down her neck and slowly down the sensitive skin of her chest. He explored the curves of her breasts, the shapes of her nipples, listening to her moans as he continued downward.

“Ah---AH!” His pointed tongue laved over her panties and she cried out, her hands threading through the silky strands of his long loose black hair. She groaned then as her underwear were cast aside and he delved his tongue into her. He gave her several undulations, watching the way she panted and cried out in pleasure; then he pulled back, and she relaxed into the sheets, her hands growing more gentle on his hair. “Well, now you’ve been shown,” Orochimaru purred, and Sakura glowered back at him, spinning mind focused on the heat that had pooled between her legs. “Why’d you stop?”

His golden snake eyes widened at her sharp question, and he chuckled as he lowered his mouth to her again, smiling as she groaned at the warm, wet feel of his tongue exploring her once more. He pressed it deep into her, laving it around her inner walls, and she gave an almost inhuman cry of pleasure at the way his wicked tongue felt like it was carving her out and searing pleasure from every microscopic pore of her. She stretched out her legs around his sides, her body trembling violently as he began to flick his tongue at speed in and out of her. He curled his tongue in a way that hit her inner pleasure center as well as her pearl and she convulsed as she came.

Then he rose from between her legs, licking his lips clean; he dragged his mouth up her skin as he did earlier. In her feverish pleasure Sakura reached out and tugged at his clothing. With ease he threw aside his shirt and rope belt; she pushed at his pants with sweaty fingers, and he paused above her. Golden eyes searched green, and in her drunken passion she reached up impatiently, pulling him down to her. Convinced by her kiss, Orochimaru kicked away his pants and pressed his weight against her. In the spinning of her dizziness and how she was reeling from her comedown of pleasure, Sakura felt her stubborn streak smolder into a passionate, angry desire for more. She reached out and gripped his pale, bared shoulders; with a huff she lurched her weight up and flipped him onto his back, pressing him against the bed with her weight. “More,” she hissed as she kissed him drunkenly, and she felt his cool fingers push through her hair as he smiled against her mouth. “So demanding, Sakura-chan.” She reached down and felt him, and he gasped as she sunk down and sheathed him with herself without warning. “Sakura----”

He narrowed his flaring slitted eyes at her, sweat gleaming on his skin, and she gave him a vicious roll of her hips against his. Orochimaru’s slim hands pressed into her sides with a sharp exhale as Sakura reached out and gripped the side of the mattress, steadying her spinning mind. She glowered into his flashing golden eyes and she rolled forward again, feeling him stretch her, and she closed her eyes as she reveled in the feeling of his length filling her. Her other hand reached up and splayed along his slender white shoulder; she felt his hands travel up from her hips to her sides as he pulled her back down to her.

Something twisted in her chest at the way he kissed her then; his lips were slow and teasing on hers. Sakura frowned into his kiss as she rocked her hips back and forth, her hands raking up his sides with lightly scraping nails. She smirked at his responding hiss; he bodily flipped her once more, and she squeaked as he began to press into her at an angry pace. They panted together as Orochimaru increased his rhythm, and they moved together, sweat drenching the sheets as the moonlight shone on their entwined skins through the windows above the bed. As she met his eyes, she stared, her spinning mind getting lost to the fury between them and the way the silver light glinted in his iridescent irises as she surrendered to the pleasure both then and hours into the night.