Title: Legendary Lovers
Summary: A post-war celebration leads to large consumptions of alcohol and a couple dirty games, producing a night that Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke won't soon forget. Naru/Saku/Sasu – spoilers up to Manga 675 and possibly 676! With side pairings of Ino/Shika and hints at Kiba/Hinata/Shino.
This is a short chapters story. I figure it's been awhile and since nothing's happening for Bonding, I was hoping writing new (and short) stuff would spark something. Enjoy, and please review. And a forewarning, I haven't done any proof reading. I will update daily mostly due to short chapters.
It was working quickly, Sakura thought as she eyeballed the ice frosted shot glass filled with clear liquid. It looked like water, but it sure didn't feel like water going down. Sakura inhaled sharply and patted her chest, which still ached from the last Vodka shot Ino had coaxed into her hand. This one was going to have to wait.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Sakura asked her.
Ino shrugged. "And if I am? We're celebrating. What's celebrating without a little alcohol? We won the war and the injured are healing better than we thought, thanks mostly to you overworking yourself—you haven't even talked to Sasuke because you've been so busy, have you?"
"What's there to talk about? He saved us as much as Naruto did." She smirked up at the blonde, feeling the heat in her cheeks spreading to her neck as the alcohol worked its magic on her body. "All's forgiven."
Ino scoffed and sat on the floor next to her. Folding her legs under her, Ino settled her back against her faux suede tan couch and lifted an eyebrow at Sakura. "You declared your undying love to him, offered him the world, and he hit you in the head, and left you on a bench—forget the fact that later, he almost tried to stab you to death—that can't just be forgiven. You have to talk about this stuff."
Sakura licked her lips, tasting the remnants of vodka and her mango drink from earlier that day, clinging to her skin, and settled her wrist against Ino's coffee table, wrapping her fingers around the frozen glass. The cold seeped into the warmth of her hand, helping cool her off. She was tempted to lift the glass to her face she was so hot. "I'm not bringing the past up, not now at least."
Tapping her fingernail against the cherry stained table, Ino clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her brow furrowed into a scowl. "But you will eventually? I'm telling you, this stuff doesn't just go away."
"Hey!" Sakura slapped her hand on the table. "If this is a celebration, no talking about that stuff okay," she said, and paused as she made a show of looking around the table, exaggerating the fact that she noticed it was just the two of them. "Some celebration though."
Wiggling her shoulders, Ino gave, what looked like, a jaw throbbing smile. She reached forward and with a finger, nudged the glass in Sakura's hand further into her palm. The condensation from the melting glass seeped into her palm even more and her fingers tightened instinctually.
"Which is why I told everyone to be at Sasuke's house in thirty minutes, so drink that shot and let's go," Ino said.