Summary: Turns out, Sakura's hiding more than just skeletons in her closet. Sasuke always did think that cosplay sex was the best sex out there. Sequel to "Think Twice"!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any relating plots and characters. Sepcial thanks to CA.M.E.O1 and Only for the inspiration for the summary!

1,800 seconds. 30 minutes. Half an hour.

It seemed that no matter how he sliced it, the time he spent waiting for her to get out of the ("freakin', no-good, motherfuc-!") shower didn't seem any shorter.

He shifted in her bed, trying to find a comfortable position. It was a perfectly good bed, don't get him wrong, but it just seemed emptier without her there beside him. Her refreshing scent still lingered on the slightly damp sheets, a result of their frantic lovemaking. He was so desperate at the time to get her underneath him, writhing and pleading for his touch, that he had practically dragged her out of the shower cubical and dumped her on the bed. As gently as he could, of course.

He recalled the seven glorious hours with their bodies entwined, his flushed skin upon hers, their tongues playfully teasing each other. Groaning, he looked down and found that he had made a large tent in the blankets. And hearing Sakura's joyous, but off-key singing made him realize that it would quite some time before he could relieve it.

Damn it, now he knew why Kakashi resorted to reading Icha Icha Paradise.

Closet Obsession

by Ardent Ly

Trying to distract himself while Sakura was in the bathroom, Sasuke slipped on his discarded boxers and began to roam her room. To be frank, there were better things he would rather be doing in her room – with her, right now – but the damned woman wanted "to finish her shower". He rolled his eyes as he remembered her reasoning:

"Sasuke-kun! I have work tomorrow, and I don't have time to shower in the morning! I need to get clean, so move it!" She had said, searching for a way to escape his grasp.

"You smell fine," He said curtly, dipping his head so he could kiss her. But, showing that she nearly stubborn as he was, Sakura would have none of that. She pushed him off her using her famous strength and dashed into the bathroom. The click of the lock made it clear that she was serious.

Scowling at his lover, Sasuke made a move to barge in there right after her and remind her exactly who she was dealing, when he heard her sweet voice call out to him.

"Don't pout, Sasuke-kun. I promise to give you a treat if you're good." The implication was clear and being the good boy that he was, he settled back on the pillows and patiently waited.

"Damned tease," he said under his breath, still looking around. He was mildly surprise at the look of her room – plain, clean, and white. There wasn't a trace of color anywhere except the light pink of the walls and bright orange teddy bear sitting on the edge of her dresser that basically screamed that it was from Naruto. It didn't seem to fit her personality at all.

There was, however, a great abundance of pictures resting in random places around the room. Varying in frame size, they ranged from pictures of two proud parents holding a crying baby Sakura to a seemingly recent snapshot of the little nurse and Ino clad in festival kimonos.

It was a picture of the current Team Seven that caught his full attention. It was the pervert, the idiot, and his Sakura, all draped around each other and smiling as if they didn't have a care in the world. A heavy stone dropped to his stomach as he realized that he should've been there; that his absence in the petty picture almost made him want to cry out in his loneliness.

There wasn't much time, however, for him to wallow in his pain as a defining noise reached his trained ears. He was on full alert now, whipping out the few weapons he had on him while the Sharingan unknowingly made his eyes bleed red. He quickly spotted the source of the sound, and slowly approached Sakura's closet.

Sasuke was livid. How dare someone intrude on this private moment! He clutched a kunai tightly in his hand, ready to dig it into the poor bastard's heart, while the other reached for the doorknob.

Finishing his mental countdown, he made the door fly open and poised for attack. What met him was not the sight of a whimpering trespasser, but instead, a slew of boxes came flying down at him from the high shelf and landing in a heap on the floor.

Still unsure, Sasuke quickly scanned the closet and the perimeter of the room, searching for any traces of chakra signitures. After a few minutes, he relaxed; it was clear from as far as he knew.

Glancing down at the boxes with the intention of placing them back in their original space, his movements were stilled as he picked up a police officer's hat. It was a strange color, a deep orchid, and the crest at the side didn't seem familiar. A stray piece of stiff paper fell out, and wanting to satisfy his curiosity, Sasuke gingerly picked it up.

Happy 20th birthday, Forehead! it read, Do yourself a favor and get yourself laid already! Love you much, Ino.

Strangely enough, reading the note didn't seem to relieve him any further. The word "laid" strung along with Ino's name just spelled trouble. Picking up the box closest to where he found the hat, he cautiously peeled back the delicate tissue paper and nearly had a nosebleed.

Inside was an officer's uniform that appeared to come straight out of an issue of Icha Icha Paradise. There was a narrow strip of purple leather he assumed to be the skirt, thigh length boot of the same material, furry handcuffs, a lacy bra and a cropped top with a collar and deep v-neck. Gleaming almost tauntingly just above the breast of the top was a badge stating saucily, You have the right to remain sexy, sugar!

What. The. Fuck?

Searching the rest of the boxes, Sasuke found similarly cut outfits. As it was, Ino had been giving Sakura the suggestive outfits since her eighteenth birthday; starting first with a seductive little nurse's outfit and getting more creative as the years went on with a provocative maid's dress, the police outfit, a mouthwatering bunny costume, and, even more recently, a raunchy school-girl uniform.

Attached to each gift was a note, all bearing the same message: get your ass in gear and get fucking laid already!

Eyeing the sexy costumes, his imagination ran wild and his body began to build with desire.

"What are you doing?!" Sakura's shriek brought him out of his sex-induced fantasies. She was staring horrified at the embarrassing clothes (if you could even call them that!) laid out in front of him, eye twitching all the while. She knew should've burned them when she had the chance!

Sasuke, on the other hand, had different plans. He lifted the handcuffs from its box and smirked up at her. "Ready for round seven?"

I really hope you guys enjoyed readng it as much as I enjoyed writing it, haha! Please don't forget to review! I promise to write more if you do!

~A.L.

"That was great Sasuke-kun... by the way, where're the keys for this thing?"

"Um..."