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There's a knock on the door when she wishes to be alone the most.
She's always been alone at times like this, no matter how hard it can become. She's vulnerable and weak, her body asking for one thing she can't possibly bring herself to accept. So she endures alone in the safety of her room.
"Sasuke?"
Sakura.
She can't see her like this.
"Go away," she grits out, a dangerous thought crossing her mind.
Sakura could help. Sakura's touch could ease the pain and make it go away.
No!
Her door creaks, the light of the corridor coming through.
"Are you okay?" her teammate's voice resounds from behind the door frame, "I brought you dinner."
Sasuke hisses. "I told you to leave, Sakura."
She fidgets on her bed, trying her best to cover her frame with the sad for a blanket the inn has provided. But Sakura has always been so damn annoying.
A pained moan leaves her lips.
The door is open, Sakura by her side in an instant.
"Sasuke? Sasuke?"
So damn annoying. Her body reacts to her name being called in that voice. Her mind buzzes with excitement. She ignores it.
"I'm fine," she croaks, feverish.
Sakura brings a hand to her forehead, her scent hitting her nostrils. It takes all her willpower to not slap her hand away.
"You're burning!"
"I'm fine," she repeats, tightening the thin blanket around her form, "I'm fine on my own."
She has tried dealing with it on her own in the past. It hardly satiated the demands of her body, but it was sufficient. It was enough.
Thinking Sakura has honoured her request, she closes her eyes, waiting for the sound of the door closing.
It doesn't come.
"Sasuke? Are you in heat?"
She chances a look at the girl. And there it is. That look. The look she's never seen on any alpha's face.
That look of pure adoration.
"Am not," she says, her voice betraying her as it breaks.
"I'm also an omega, remember? I know the signs," Sakura tells her.
One more reason to stay away. The touch of an omega will never satiate her—Nature will not allow it.
She still can't bring herself to lay with a total stranger, no matter how strong and skilled he proves himself to be. She'll have to think of loving green eyes and soft, pink lips as she brings herself to the edge over and over, forsaking her omega instincts and succumbing to her own desires.
"Sasuke?"
Sakura's hand cups her burning cheek, and it's all it takes for that voice in her head to be silenced.
Don't need no alpha.
Need her.
"I'm here," the other omega whispers, her right hand planted on her right side, her leg nudging between Sasuke's knees.
"Sakura… What are you doing?"
"Taking care of you," Sakura mumbles, almost shy. She looks drunk as her eyes look at her up and down, making her feel completely naked.
"I can take care of it myself," her arms cross over her body as a defensive mechanism.
Sakura grabs her wrists. "Omegas have died for less. Besides, would it be so bad?"
It wouldn't be bad at all. Slick has started to wet her sheets. She prays her teammate didn't notice.
"Would it be so bad, Sasuke?"
Her lips pursue as the girl looks at her from above. Here's that look again, mixed with hope. Has Sakura seen the way she looks at her, the same way Sasuke noticed the girl's feelings she never bothered to hide?
Her eyes flutter shut, contentment filling her mind as she feels cold fingers touch her pulse on the side of her neck.
Her soul is practically purring, her resolve to fight this, to resist Sakura slowly melting away.
It's not bad at all.
"Can I?"
Anxiety seizes her as Sakura peels the sheets from her body. Delicately, slowly, her figure is untangled from the coffin of fabric it had been voluntarily trapped into.
"Sasuke," Sakura breathes, desire apparent in her eyes.
She's wet. Has been since the afternoon, before Kakashi and Naruto conveniently left them at the inn. Nothing seemed to diminish the ache between her legs when she touched herself earlier, certainly not the knowledge that Sakura was not far behind.
Her nostrils flare as she smells their mutual need.
"Need your mouth…down there," she says in a low voice, breath itching. She's not certain she's thinking properly, but Sakura did offer her help.
Nodding eagerly, Sakura looks down between them. Sasuke shivers as her finger touches her core, collecting wetness on her fingertips. Then she kicks the sheets to the side of the mattress, and descends.
Feverish, Sasuke spreads her legs, goosebumps forming on her skin as she senses the light touch of Sakura's hair on its rough surface.
Her hands grab onto the sheets as the warmth of her mouth first makes contact with her sex.
She thanks herself for mustering the courage to ask for this. Sakura's mouth is clumsy at first, but eager. Greedy. She watches helplessly as the pink head moves slowly between her thighs, moaning at the feather-like sensation of Sakura's tongue tickling her nerves.
It's when that mouth captures the hood of her clit, heat pooling in her belly, that her hips lift unintentionally from the bed.
"Yes," she moans as Sakura's hands capture her thighs, her green manicured nails leaving crescents on her sensitive skin.
Sakura sucks her clit, alternating between circling movements of her tongue. She thrashes onto the bed, almost delirious, the muscles of her belly tightening, her heart racing and her body undulating to prepare for her brewing orgasm.
Her mouth tears open to let out a silent cry as her back arches on the bed, her limbs rendered boneless.
"Sasuke—"
Regaining her strength, she grabs the back of Sakura's neck and crushes their mouths together. Sakura's surprised moan is lost in the mix of clashing tongues and meshed lips.
She tastes like strawberry chapstick and something salty. She flushes as she remembers where her mouth has been.
"Where did you learn all that?" she asks her, a little breathless.
Sakura blinks. Her fingers touch her own mouth. "Learn what?"
She blushes harder. "That."
Her lips are still drenched with slick. Sasuke kisses her. Hard. She's aware she hasn't had practice, but it's the last thing she cares about as her chest presses against Sakura's.
As soon as their lips separate, her hand grabs at her shirt, pulling it up and revealing her teammate's chest.
"Wait—" Sakura tries to say, but it's too late. It's her turn.
She flips them over until she's looming over her teammate, fingers teasing the rosy buds. They're pretty, as sensitive as hers, judging by the sounds Sakura makes. She never thought she'd appreciate making someone else feel good, never imagined she'd want to touch someone else's skin or feel it against hers.
The sight of a sheepish Sakura under her is alluring.
"My turn."
What she learned felt good for her, she assumes will feel good for Sakura.
After wetting her fingers with her tongue, she rubs at the wet spot on Sakura's panties.
"Sasuke…"
Sakura's eyebrows knit together as she closes her eyes. Her lashes are pink, just like the rest of her. She wonders if she's also pink down there, so she tugs at the offending underwear until it pools at her ankles.
She smirks when her prediction turns out to be correct. They're so similar, she and Sakura. And yet polar opposites.
But when it comes to pleasure, their bodies seem to work the same way.
Her fingers stroke the mating gland on Sakura's neck.
"Aah!"
She leans down to lick it, her body growing hotter with anger and jealousy at the thought of an alpha leaving their mark on her skin.
Sakura is hers to touch. Hers to fuck.
She nibbles on the gland, making Sakura gasp. "Don't…"
Kisses rain on her flushed face as Sasuke's hands roam over her body, admiring how it reacts to her touch.
She's so damn enchanting. So damn pretty.
"Sasuke…Touch me more, please…"
She can't have her feel neglected anymore. Fingers find Sakura's clit, rubbing at the wetness that has gathered there. She's got far less slick, but the sound of her fingers working on her arousal is just as obscene. And Sakura's small cries…
Her entire face burns once she takes in what Sakura looks like when she's lost in pleasure. Tears in her eyes and mouth open. Thighs rubbing together in anticipation.
"Need you in me," Sakura pleads, her hand gripping the back of her neck, bringing their foreheads together.
Blindly, one finger pushes into the omega under her. Sakura has lived through worse pain, she thinks, but she's still considerate enough to move her finger tentatively.
"More," Sakura says, voice dripping with lust.
One finger becomes two. It's amazing how her channel grips her knuckles tightly, how Sakura's moans grow higher in pitch as Sasuke pumps her fingers in and out, her breath blazing hot, the hair on the back of her neck standing up.
Without thinking, she can feel her hips following the rhythm of her fingers. Sakura cries out as she's being rocked gently on the bed. Their bodies grind together in an unexperienced, feverish pattern until Sasuke feels Sakura come apart on her fingers.
One hand tugs at the spiky hair on the back of her head. Sakura is looking back at her, smiling weakly, and the whole ordeal has made her unaware of herself, of their surroundings, of their situation.
It's not often she finds herself lost in the moment.
"Happy?" she mutters, falling back on the mattress. Her face and hands are moist—Sakura doesn't seem to mind as she presses herself against her, hugging her middle.
"Hm. I think I smell like you."
There are alphas outside. Anyone can smell her. Everyone will know what they’ve done.
Sasuke smirks. "Good."