Prompt # 7—Teacher
Hot for Teacher
By Kaze and Kiba
A/N-What?! Don't give me that funny look!
Sasuke did a double take when Sakura walked down the hall and into the kitchen.
"What are you wearing?"
"Huh?" Sakura looked down at herself and back at him. "What's wrong with it?"
"So what, Sasuke?" She looked down at her simple red dress and heels—nothing too fancy, but it fit her well and gave her confidence. "I wanted to look nice for my first day. I'm a little nervous. I've never taught children before."
"Iruka never dressed like that."
"Iruka taught survival and jutsu. I'm teaching theory. I don't need to wear my jounin jacket."
Sasuke frowned. "If he looked like that, no one would have learned anything."
"What do you want me to do? Take it off?"
A sly smirk caught the corner of his mouth. "Yes."
Her hands met her hips and she glared. "Pervert!" Sakura stepped toward the door and he caught her by the waist, drawing her back into his hard frame.
"If my sensei looked like you," he breathed in her ear, "I never would have left the village."
"Liar." She tried valiantly to fight off the shivers running down her spine. "I was right there Sasuke, begging you to stay."
"You were…but you look different now." One of his hands shifted down to pull the scarlet material up her gorgeous leg, while the other drifted higher to cup her breast.
"Gee," she murmured wryly, still trying to resist his advances, "I don't know whether to be happy or insulted."
"Happy. Be happy and come back to bed." Still in nothing but his boxers, it was glaringly evident that indeed he was already very happy.
"Sasuke-kun," she said slowly, her brain turning to mush as he caressed her body. "I have to go to work."
"Call in sick." He kissed her passionately. "Let's work on our own children today." His fingers found the edge of her panties and slipped under them.
She groaned. "We agreed to wait one year before we started trying."
"Hn," he hummed against her nape.
"Don't pout," she panted. "You thought it was a good idea too—give ourselves time to settle in."
"Then you shouldn't dress like this," he said, unbuttoning her dress while his tongue and teeth did absolutely indescribable things to her neck. "It's too distracting, Sensei."
'Distracting?' she thought with the small part of her brain that hadn't yet turned to goo. 'Who's distracting who?'
"Listen up, young man! You unbutton one more button and I'm going to—"
Sasuke smirked sexily at her and popped the button completely off her blouse with his thumb.
"—call in sick."