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summary: Modern AU - itâs a lonely, Sunday night and Sakura doesnât want to spend it alone with her memories.
a/n: I suck at summaries hahaha okay, I LOVED writing this one! I had this idea a while ago when I was listening to an old song and I just had to use that feeling of two lovers in the night with SasuSaku. Iâm not sure if it worked the way it was meant to, but Iâm happy with the result! I hope you guys enjoy this one, and I also hope you forgive me for my mistakes. My beta is still busy, so all the typos and grammar mistakes are on me. Have fun!
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Though Sakura has always considered herself to possesse a wild imagination, her 13-year-old self wouldâve never pictured she would eventually grow up to become a regular costumer at the nearby pub. In fact, being the goody two-shoes she used to be, her younger self wouldâve laughed at whoever said anything that stupid about the brilliant future that certainly awaited for her.
First, I will graduate high school with the best scores, then I will be a famous doctor. Iâll stay away from any addictions and Iâll marry a wonderful guy so we can have two, wonderful kids before I turn thirty!
She would answer that whenever someone asked her about what she wanted to be when she grew up, and there would be no doubt lingering in her voice regarding it. Sakura had everything planed for herself, and anything slightly different from that scenario would be unacceptable.
Poor, little girl, she thinks now, taking a sip of her double scotch. Thereâs a smirk decorating her lips as she places the glass back on the wooden counter, and she closes her eyes as the liquor slips down her throat.
It doesnât burn anymore. Hasnât burned in ages, in fact. The alcohol now is no stranger to her body, but unfortunately, itâs not as effective as it used to be when she first started coming to this place. She rarely gets drunk anymore, needing many doses to make her pass out, but she doesnât know if thatâs something that a small-town girl should be proud of.
Her life was supposed to have been different. Maybe not exactly like the one she had pictured, but she shouldâve been able to do more after she actually managed to become a doctor and work at a prestigious hospital. She believes she has become a successful womanâ a strong one, as some of her young patients usually call herâ but that alone isnât enough to protect her from a lonely night.
If it were, perhaps, she wouldnât be all alone in a pub, drinking her problems away and talking to her only friend in the city, Uchiha Sasukeâ the pub-owner.
Tonight, since most of his employees are off duty, he is the one serving his clients their drinks, and right now, he is giving another dose of whiskey to the old man sitting some benches away from her. Her green eyes carefully observe him from her seat as he slowly pours another dose while telling him that, maybe, heâs had enough for the night. There aren't many people drinking on this Sunday nightâ 4, including her, all of them men around their fiftiesâ and she couldnât help but feel a bit greedy.
Maybe itâs the alcohol or maybe itâs the night itself, but Sakura doesnât want to share him tonight. She enjoys his company more than she cares to admit, and seeing him so far away makes her rosy lips turn into a pout. Heâs the reason why she keeps coming back to this place, and heâs also the only person who makes her feel less shitty about herselfâ and that says a lot.
At first, the pinkette thought it was just the way he treated all the other costumers, but slowly, she realized that was not the case. Heâs a cordial man to everyone, at most, but itâs become easy for her to tell that he actually likes her. He is always sincere whenever he asks her about her day, and more than once has he closed the pub earlier so they could have a drink or two while sharing a pizza. They talk about a lot of things, and she simply loves to hear the weird stories about some weird costumers and their weird stories.
Whenever she hears about these people, a part of her just hopes sheâs not just another weird story in his repertoire.
Ever since she arrived in the city and destiny brought them together, he has been there for her, giving her tips on the urban life and even telling her which restaurants she should order food from whenever she didnât feel like cooking. Eventually, they discovered that they have a lot of similar interests, such as mystery books, horror movies and old, American songsâ the kind that would always start playing whenever she came byâ and itâs undeniable that they feel comfortable enough around each other to share some personal memories, too.
In the same way he knows about her life before she ended up where she is, Sakura knows about his family. Knows that he has lost them in an accident over 10 years ago, and that he gave up on his layer carrier after that. She also knows about the fan tattoo he has on his right forearm and that he has a snake named Aoda in his small apartment.
Heâs a very interesting guy, indeed. He holds an unique and mysterious charm behind his obsidian eyes and stoic features, and even after years of coming and going, the pinkette still feels herself being drawn to him.
How intriguing, she thinks, propping her elbow on the counter. Unconsciously, she rests her chin on the palm of her right hand, squinting her eyes a bit as she continues to stare at him. She notices that he slightly turns his head to spare her a side glance, and instead of looking away when their eyes meet, Sakura holds his stare for a couple of seconds too long until, eventually, he has to break contact in order to pay attention to his other costumer. Thereâs a sly smirk decorating her face now, and she also notices the way his lips twitch upward.
This is something they do on regular basis, now. She didnât really notice it, at first, but eventually, Sakura realized that itâs not unusual for their eyes to meet whenever heâs serving another person. It used to be shy and unconscious, but after a while, she started doing it on purpose, just to see what his reaction would be.
Itâs a bold move of hersâ or, at least, she thinks it is. An unspoken challenge between their eyes, as they tease and expose each other with every exchanged glance. Itâs an amusing and harmless flirt, and though they have no idea of how to beat this ruleless game, neither of them seem to be in a hurry to end it or anything like that.
However, losing this game doesnât seem to be that bad.
Once he finally manages to walk away from the older guy, the Uchiha doesnât waste his chance to come to her. His steps are slow, but soon, heâs standing across the counter from her. The warm lights that illuminate the bottles behind him highlight his handsome features, and she knows she could just stare at him for hours without stopping.
âHaving fun with your other costumers, Sasuke-kun?â She asks, her eyes now holding a joyful gleam.
âYou can say so.â He says, simply, organizing some of the glasses and bottles near his reach. âIn fact, heâs curious about you.â
âMe?â She furrows her brows.
âAah. He doesnât understand what a pretty girl is doing all by herself in a place like this.â
âWellâŠâ She starts, the tip of her tongue smoothing her lower lip. Sakura loves hearing that question whenever she comes by, especially since she doesnât know the answer herself. Every time, she makes a new excuse and creates a different lie, just to see how people would react to her crazy stories. Tonight, though, she doesnât really feel very creative. âTell him itâs just a lonely night playing its tricks.â
ââŠI see.â He nods, knowing better not to press on her matters. Though he has heard her problems many times before, Sasuke has learned that, on some nights, nothing really can be done. He knows when she needs space and when she needs a shoulder to cry on, and right now, itâs clear that itâs the former. âHe's been ordering the same as you, but I donât think he will be able to stand for too long.â
âIt takes years of practice to reach my level, right?â
âYears, right?â His lips curl up slightly at her words, probably remembering the girl she used to be when they first met. On that day, she had ordered a diet coke, and she made him swear at least three times there was no drop of alcohol in her glass before she took a sip. And even if nowadays there are times when she really just comes for her diet coke, she knows heâs a man worthy of her trust.
âYeah.â She giggles, then, taking the last sip of her drink. âTell him that befriending the pub-owner does that to you.â
âOh, so now this is on me?â
âOf course. If you werenât such a nice guy, perhaps, I wouldnât be here tonight.â
âHn.â He closed his eyes, pouring some more in her glass. Though she didnât really use words to ask him, he already knows how to read her unspoken wishes. âI'm glad Iâm a nice guy, then.â
âVery nice, indeed.â
She takes another sip of her new drink, and allows her mind to drift back to the moments they shared. Though she really believes him to be a nice guy, Sakura canât help but feel a certain heat pooling in her stomach because of the times when he wasn't really that nice.
Her eyes land on his handsâ so strong and firmâ and she remembers how warm they feel against her bare skin. The way his muscles tense at her touch and the marks he leaves on her hips whenever he pins her against a wall are signs of his hidden roughness, and she bites her lower lip at the memory of his kisses trailing down her neck.
Though that black shirt might make him look composed and recollected, she knows better than to believe that professional facade of his. His intense stare and his dark locks hide more than anyone can tell, and she likes to believe this is their little secret.
It has happened a few times already and even if they say they canât keep doing this forever, itâs a lot easier said than done. They share a deep connection neither of them really understand, and from time to time, their souls seek for a certain comfort that they can only find within each other.
Itâs more than just physical need, they know. Itâs more than raging hormones and alcohol, for thereâs an intimacy neither of them had counted on when they first started their rendezvous. Theyâre already past that one-night-stand thing, but to say itâs something moreâwell, perhaps sheâs still too sober to dwell into this.
âYou're oddly quiet tonight.â He says, breaking her from her thoughts.
A soft smiles crosses her lips as her fingers start playing with the brim of her glass. She looks down, at first, then her eyes return to him. âI guess I donât know what to talk about.â
âAnything is fine, I suppose.â
âUhmmâŠâ She hums, trying to think about what to say. âI guess it would be easier if I was like the others that come here with marriage problems or because they got fired.â
âBut youâre not like them, Sakura.â He states, his dark eyes intensely staring at her. Her heart starts pounding faster in her chest, the air feeling too heavy inside her lungs. She feels defenseless under his stare, as if he is stripping her of her good senses, and although she really came by just for a couple of drinks and a nice talk, something inside her urges for more. His sincere concern is probably his most charming feature, and he knows exactly when to use it against her.
Damn it, she really hates him for that.
âWell...â She starts, a teasing smile on her lips. âYou would probably know exactly what to tell me, right?"
âIt depends a lot, to be honest.â
âHow so?â
âIf the problem had anything to do with your job, I would probably just tell you to try again since this is the main reason why you came to the city in the first place. Your job is important to you, and even if you complain about it every now and then, we both know you love what you do.â
âThis is a very good advice, indeed. Very professional.â She giggles, tilting her head to the side. âAnd what if it was about marriage problems?â
âIn that case, I donât think I would be able to give you a real advice on that.â He starts, looking around, as if he is checking his surroundings. She can tell heâs mostly messing around, but by the time he leans towards her, she doesnât miss the way his eyes grow a bit darker. Their faces are bare inches apart, and the smell of his cologne invades her nostrils as he whispers to her. âI donât think I would be able to remain impartial.â
Her eyes drift to his lips for a second, and itâs as if she can feel his warmth irradiating towards her body. Sakura is very aware that heâs teasing her, and even if she would normally be a bit more cautious with her words around him, right now, she doesnât really seem to care about extending their little game for the night. âI guess I would be talking to the problem himself, right?â
A smirk grows on his face at her words, and slowly, he returns to his previous position. Heâs towering over her now, only the wooden counter standing between their bodies. They donât move for a couple of seconds, their lustful eyes still too busy flirting with each other to even pay attention to the world around them. And if not for his other costumer calling his name, they wouldâve remained like that for who knows how long.
Once their eye contact is broken, she looks down at her drink once more, her lips still holding the memory of a smirk. Seeing how bothered his face seems right now is incredibly amusing, and for that, she decides to forgive that man for interrupting them.
He just wanted his drink, after all.
âSomeoneâs calling you, mister barman.â
âTch.â He scoffs. âDon't go anywhere. Iâll be right backâ
âOh, donât worry. Iâll be right here with my drink.â She starts, her eyes now sparing his other costumer a side-glance. âBut I donât think our pal over there is gonna last that much longer.â
Sighing defeatedly, the raven haired boy makes his way towards the other guy. Heâs speaking louder now, his words coming out with no connection between them. For what she could understand, he was trying to say anything about being an excellent drinker, and that he could drink more than everyone in that pub. He seems completely sure about that, but to no oneâs surprise, it doesnât take long before his head falls face-first on the counter top. At first, both Sasuke and her worry that he might have stopped breathing, but as soon as the Uchiha confirms that the man is just asleep, she relaxes again. Apparently, instead of an ambulance, they believe calling a cab should be just fine.
Her eyes are still looking at Sasuke from afar as he ponders his next options with his sleeping costumer. Judging by his face, the Uchiha seems troubled, and this is enough to make her laugh. Itâs an honest laugh, she knows, and she realizes she hasnât laughed like that for a while now. She rests her head on her left hand this time, and allows herself to appreciate that rare moment of joy in such an awful night.
When she left home that evening, the pinkette couldâve never imagined she would actually be able to laugh at a drunk man, and she believes she has to thank Sasuke for that. Though she knows her problems are still lingering in her mind, haunting her for even daring to show signs of happiness, Sakura is not a woman who willingly chooses to remain unhappy. As long as she can identify a valid way out, sheâs always fast to ignore whatever is bothering her, and even if that doesnât solve anything, at least it works as a coping mechanism.
Sometimes, she thinks, overthinking is just a useless, human reaction. There are times when worrying about something wonât really do anyone no good, and tonight is one of those times.
Sure, she could have chosen to tell him about her childhood best friend who got married in her home town and even the fact that she wasnât invited for it. She could tell him how those severed ties made her really homesick, and how missing her family makes her remember her grandmotherâs harsh words when she first told them she was moving out because of her new job.
Sakura couldâve really told him all that, but what difference would it have made tonight?
Knowing him, Sasuke would probably try to tell her not to let those things get to her, but at least for tonight, itâs already too late. Itâs already gotten herâ a lot more than she thought it wouldâ and now itâs just too late to fix anything.
Not that she even tried, to begin with.
At the same moment she decided to come by for a couple of drinks, the pinkette had an idea of how her evening would end. She never really planned on getting a different point of view on that matter and she certainly wasnât looking for any advice on what to do next.
Sakura was just thirsty for a drink or four and some good company. His company, more specifically.
By the time she makes up her mind, the Uchiha has already called that man a cab and the other costumers are also taking their leave. They all pay him for the drinks and the service, and when theyâre finally left alone, Sasuke decides that it should be fine if he closes earlier tonight. Sheâs still sitting on her bench when returns from the now locked door, her glass now almost empty, and her eyes follow him as he starts placing the bottles back on the shelves.
âDo you want some help with anything, Sasuke-kun?â She asks, sincerely.
âThank you for the offer, but donât worry. Iâll just organize a couple of things so Naruto can finish everything tomorrow morning.â
âI bet heâs gonna love the surprise.â She chuckles, her mind already imagining the blonde cursing his boss. âYou should give him a raise.â
âNot happening.â He denies, firmly.
âWell, Iâve tried.â She shrugs, a smile on her face as she closes her eyes for an instant, her mind drifting back to his other costumer. âI guess that guy still has some training to do if he wants to beat me.â
âHe really didnât know what he was getting himself into.â He nods, wiping the counter top from peanut shells. âBarely he knew you would be drinking him under the table so early.â
âThey never do.â She says, proudly, before finishing her drink.
Thereâs a smirk on his face at her words. Thinking that such a small girl would actually be able to handle so much alcohol without even losing balance really amazes him. âDo you want another drink?â
âOh, no. Iâve had my share for tonight, thank you, Sasuke-kun.â
âAre you sure? You donât have to work tomorrow or anything and you didnât even drink that much tonight.â
âIâm sure.â She says, and itâs as if she can feel her eyes turning a darker shade of green as she looks at his back. Her heart is beating faster now, and she knows she wonât be able to hold an innocent conversation for too long. When he turns to face her, then, she holds his stare for a bit too long, and unconsciously bats her eyelashes. Sheâs blushing nowâ just a dust of pink on her cheeksâ and she takes a deep breath before her voice comes out almost as a whisper. âI might not be close to drinking myself under, butâŠas they say, another drink and Iâll be under the host.â
Her eyes are half-closed now as she looks at him, and slowly, she makes a bridge with her fingers that lingers just below her pouting lips. Sakura is very aware of what sheâs doing right now, and judging by the way his eyes grow fonder, she can tell he knows it, too. Theyâre way past subtle advances now, but they know better than to just skip the steps.
A little romance never did anyone no harm, after all.
After they maintain eye-contact for a couple of seconds, the Uchiha is the first to break it, as he clears his throat, causing the smile on her face to widen a bit. Once he finishes what he was doing, he grabs a bottle he keeps under the counter and a clean glass before walking away so he can join her on the other side. He takes a seat next to her, and carefully, he pours them another dose and handles her the previously-empty glass. Heâs also holding one, now, and her expression softens as he comes closer.
âThen letâs make it worth it."
Their faces are just inches apart when he says that, and she canât find words to describe how good this feels. Though itâs far from the relationship she had pictured for herself a long time ago, Sakura believes this is much better than settling for whatâs considered to be normal all over the world. Sasuke has brought an adventurous charm into her life, and he has showed her how beautiful the rain is even in the middle of a storm. Heâs probably the most simple, yet most intriguing part of her life, and right now, she canât really imagine herself without him anymore.
He has turned her small and monotonous world upside-down, and made her learn that, sometimes, people can grow thirsty for one another and thereâs nothing wrong with that.
They clink their glasses before drinking the liquor, and they giggle a bit to that. His hand is now cupping her face, and his thumb softly brushes her cheek. They donât need any words to express their feelings now, and when he finally kisses herâ so roughly, yet gentle and passionateâ itâs like all the alcohol she has consumed during the evening is making her throat burn. Her stomach is on fire, her heart is racing and sheâs growing intoxicated by his touch.
Uchiha Sasuke is certainly the strongest and most inebriating thing in her life, and in this big and lonely city, heâs the only one who can quench her thirst.
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My Sasusaku Month contribution for the prompt : Drink Me Under.
Iâm sorry for the mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. I hope you like it.
Summary : Sasuke tripped and Sakura caught him before he fell on the ground. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
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Sasuke tripped and Sakura caught him before he fell on the ground. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Sasuke said that he did not need help and that he could walk alone, but he almost fell a few times along the way. Sakura held him tightly and helped him walk straight. He mumbled incomprehensible words, which she did not even bother to understand. Idiots, both of you, she thought. She thought about the evening she had spent with Sasuke, Naruto and Hinata. What had started with a quiet evening between couples ended with a drink contest between Naruto and Sasuke. And of course, they decided to lead Sakura to drink with them. But they forgot that none of them held their drink at all and that Sakura had been Tsunadeâs apprentice. It took much more to get her drunk.
They finally arrived in front of the apartment that Sasuke had rented since his return to Konoha. Seeing that he was having trouble finding the keyhole, Sakura helped him open the door. They entered and she took him to his room. She was familiar with his apartment, it was not the first time that she had visited him. Once in the bedroom, Sasuke collapsed on the bed, laughing. Sakura took his shoes off. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. She stroked his cheek and smiled. He was asleep and looked so peaceful. It was rare to see him like that. She stood up, thinking it was time for her to leave. Suddenly she felt Sasuke grab her hand. He pulled her to him and she fell on the bed and gasped.
âStay.â
He looked at her with such intensity that Sakura blushed. He put a lock of hair that was falling on her face behind her ear. He moved his lips close to hers and they kissed. It was not the first time they kissed. Or the first time she was in his arms. But she still felt that same feeling of happiness every time she was with him. The kiss ended and Sasuke hugged her. He closed his eyes, overcome by sleep.
âStay with me forever,â he whispered.
Sakura smiled and kissed him one last time.
âForever,â she said.
She snuggled against him and closed her eyes, falling asleep too.