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[beachlass]

Story: Expectations
Disclaimer: Naruto and Co do not belong to me.
Follows from previous story  here
Rating: PG? R? (contains licking)

For lykomancer, who was at the dentist today, again

Everyone slept around on missions, Sakura reasoned. Ino did, and they compared notes, and even Hinata had been known to disappear for an evening. It was a good way to relieve stress, to authenticate undercover work, to tease out information. Shinobi traveled, and stayed in good inns and crappy ones, and sometimes ran across the same traders or craftspeople or musicians. It wasn’t unknown to hook up with someone, and then run into them a year later, in another dark common room.

 

There were a couple of men, and a woman that Sakura had been sleeping with for the last few years whenever she ran into them. She dated in Konoha too, but there was something about <i>those ones</i> that were special. It was a way of touching, of looking… heated eye contact that seemed to burn under her skin. She always knew immeadiately when there was one of them in a room… she’d even overheard Yamato tell Kakashi that there was something he couldn’t put his finger on about the strangers who caught Sakura’s eye.

 

But she was careful, she looked for henge, and checked for weapons, and was all too aware that anyone she picked up might be a shinobi, just like herself. She was careful about what she said, and where she went, and made sure to check in with her team. Ino had noticed that Sakura never looked twice at dark hair, and this night was no exception.

 

Sakura leaned against the wall in the corner, smiling warmly at the woman beside her. The diplomats Ino and Sakura were guarding had retired for the night, and when Sakura had looked at the blue haired woman across the room, she had asked Ino to take first watch. The two women talked and laughed, and moved closer together, until their thighs brushed against one another, and the blue hair swept against pink. When the woman trailed her fingers down Sakura’s cheek, Sakura turned, mouth open and licked the fingertips. She marveled at how, these encounters with outsiders seemed to tingle with energy, as though there was a tangible electric charge she could lick off their skin.

 

Everyone slept around on missions, Sasuke reasoned. Tayuya did, and even Kabuto had been known to disappear for an evening. It was a good way to relieve stress, to authenticate undercover work, to tease out information. And his modified henge was good enough to let him play in it. It was just caution that kept him in the same bodies: there was less to remember if he only juggled a few aliases. It was just to be expected that he would run into Konoha nin while out spying. It was just coincidence that he kept running into Sakura and Naruto. It was carcareful to sleep with them; he knew they wouldn’t hurt anyone. It was to be expected.

 

And so he leaned against the wall, eyes half closed under blue bangs, a confident woman’s body hiding the younger Uchiha traitor. He listened to Sakura talk, and then trailed his hand down her cheek in a friendly, flirting gesture that would be that last thing expected of him in his own body, and was exactly what Sakura expected in this body. Sakura licked his fingers, and he closed his eyes against the chakra surge generated by her wet tongue on his skin.

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