Sorry Honey, the Bachelor Wanted the Cheesecake
A/N: hey guys, I'm really sorry I haven't updated in like…2 years. I'm really sorry. My betas didn't reply to me, and I've been neglecting this—junior year's been a real crackass. I'm sorry to my betas too, I posted this without telling you. I'm really sorry D:
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Naruto. :)
Dedications and thank-you's: Thanks to my very supportive and wonderful Beta's: Merridaine, littlehomiieex3, Frog-Wallet and Sakura4eva. Thanks so much, guys! And of course to daisukii I swear, look for her reviews, they're AMAZING.
Warnings: Don't blow it, Sakura, dear. A lady must keep her emotions and her hormones in check when in front of others, you know.
OLT: I decided to put the chapter title after the recipe. Just for fun :D
Sakura's-Oh-My-God-I-Can't-Believe-It Irish Cream Bundt Cake
1 cup chopped pecans
1 (18.25 ounce) package yellow cake mix
1 (3.4 ounce) package instant vanilla pudding mix
4 eggs
1/4 cup water
1/2 cup vegetable oil
3/4 cup Irish cream liqueur (A/N:Denise recommends Bailey's :")
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup water
1 cup white sugar
1/4 cup Irish cream liqueur
Oh no you didn't. Then again, we all knew this would happen, so there's no point in trying to defend yourself, really. It was obvious that you couldn't keep your hands—or should I say mouth?—off him. Yes, dreams count, dear.
But it's not like we're complaining—it was ultra steamy.
Preheat oven to 325 degrees—ready? Let's get on with the cake. Grease and flour a 10 inch Bundt pan liberally with butter and sprinkle chopped nuts evenly over bottom of pan.
Don't bother hiding it anymore, just suck it up (not the way I think—scratch that, I know—you're thinking), drink it down and deal with it. After all, he is one sexy piece of ass.
Lets not bother with scratch baking, it isn't really fulfilling at a time like this. So let's just go the easy way—thank Ms. Crocker for creating such easy mixes for the burnt out chefs out there.
In a large bowl, combine cake mix and pudding mix. Mix in eggs, 1/4 cup water, 1/2 cup oil and 3/4 cup Irish cream liqueur. Beat for 5 minutes at high speed. Pour batter over nuts in pan. Ah, wasn't that fast? God. Betty is a godsend woman, oh yes she is.
Bake in the preheated oven for 60 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the cake comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes in the pan, then invert onto the serving dish. Prick top and sides of cake. Spoon glaze over top and brush onto sides of cake. Allow to absorb glaze repeat until all glaze is used up.
To make the glaze: In a saucepan, combine butter, 1/4 cup water and 1 cup sugar. Bring to a boil and continue boiling for 5 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat and stir in 1/4 cup Irish cream.
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Chapter Nine: Sakura
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He rushed, having a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, she'd still be there. Flashing lights shined brightly, advertising all the restaurants and clubs that passed as the cab made its way—or at least tried to. It was seven in the evening and Konoha's food district was famous for their bars, night clubs and ramen stands; in short, traffic was killer as cars were parked all over the place and drunks loitered around the streets—not to mention, it was rush hour. You can't expect it to be all chick-flick wonderful all the time. After all, God isn't always so forgiving. After all, you get bored even in heaven, don't you?
"Goddamn it. I'll walk." The cabbie looked at Sasuke from the rear glass window, eyeing the large wad of cash in his hands once again. He smirked—being a cab driver, he knew that the food district would be this packed, his customer really was gullible. Finding it hard to separate the large amount, Sasuke divided the roll in half and tossed the money in the passengers seat, not even bothering knowing the real bill. Quickly, the man grabbed the money and a greedy glint shone in his eyes, knowing well that he at least made three thousand yen. Oh, he knew very well who rode his cab—was there a soul in Japan that didn't? Chuckling evilly, the man turned the cab around, heading for the nearest strip joint/casino there was.
Stuffing the rest of the money in his pant pocket, Sasuke walked briskly, sometimes pushing people out of his way. Usually, the drunks wouldn't even bother retorting, the alcohol numbing their judgement. But tonight really wasn't his night.
"Oi! Bastard! Who the hell do you think you are?!" The man ran after him, pushing him in the back. Sasuke flinched and turned to face him, death glare in place. The drunk was typical looking. He looked like one of those cubicle workers that went to bars after work—drowning their low-paying misery in even lower quality sake and stale beer—his tie was tied around his forehead and a deep blush adorned his cheeks, his fist ready and the other hand grasping a large bottle of tequila and common whore beside him.
"Yeah! Who the hell do you—" The woman he was with didn't even bother continuing her sentence. She just gaped. "U-Uchiha-sama!! You're Uchiha Sasuke-sama!" Quickly changing the tone in her voice from troublesome-harpy to troublesome-harpy-fangirl, the busty…was that purple hair?—ed woman squealed and pushed her male companion, making him fall to the ground with an exasperated grunt and the sound of sloshing liquid was heard clearly, even with the loud music blaring. She glared at him. "Don't you know who he is?! He's Uchiha-sama! You should be honored that he even touched you!"
Both men groaned—for two different reasons, clearly. They both had a hard day, now this troublesome woman was only making it worse!
Turning to Sasuke, she made her best attempt to be a flirt—which came easily, considering her current and chosen profession—she swayed her hips (Sasuke guessed that she was trying to make her already short, skimpy and tight dress rise even higher) and tried to expose her already semi-exposed bosom to him. Though large, they were obviously fakes and Sakura's were still better—natural was his choice…and besides, not only was Sakura's better, they were even bigger. She wrapped her arm around his and pressed herself onto him. "Ne, Uchiha-sama, can I be of service to you tonight? I promise you won't regret it. In fact, I won't even charge you! I assure you, I'm drug and disease free." Sasuke grunted, annoyed as hell. Looking over to the drunk laying on the street, noticing that he was sound asleep, a snot bubble inflating and deflating from nostril. He cringed, disgusted. Shaking off the woman, he handed her the rest of the roll of cash and walked away—thankfully getting lost in the crowed before the woman could chase after him. But, we all know that Sasuke isn't a godsend, now is he?
The woman screamed—though not in the 'I'm-being-molested-by-a-creepy-pervert-who-won't-even-offer-me-money' way but in the 'Oh-my-God!-Uchiha-sama-just-touched-me-and-gave-me-money!!!!' kind of way. It wasn't enough that she did that, oh, no, no. She just had to go and tell the whole world that, "UCHIHA-SAMA JUST TOUCHED ME! UCHIHA-SAMA, I LOVE YOU…didn't she? Oh yes, yes she did.
It seemed as though the whole district was now paying attention to the tall male. And then, it just seemed that the world was out to get him.
"UCHIHA-SAN! UCHIHA-SAN! LOOK HERE PLEASE!"
"NO, HERE!" Flashes surrounded the young Uchiha, as well as a whole lot of women…and men.
"UCHIHA-SAMA, LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES!!" A woman screamed.
"NO, I'M GOING TO HAVE HIS BABIES, YOU WHORE!" A man (who looked very womanly) retorted.
"YOU'RE A MAN! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE HIS BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN—NOT TO MENTION, YOU'RE FACE IS UGLIER THAN YOUR EVEN UGLIER ASS! AND EVEN IF YOU FOUND A WAY, YOU'D MAKE ALL OF HIS CHILDREN BUTT-UGLY!" At that, the most of the population of the men around gasped and simultaneously snapped their fingers.
"OH NO SHE DIDN'T." And that's where the big…dog…cat…fight began. All the attention seemed to drift off of him and towards the screaming and fighting women and…gay men. The straight men who watched seemed to be more fascinated with the women who were shredding their clothes apart and the other gay men who weren't dressed as women watched in enthrallment as the gay men shred their clothing apart.
If you were in Sasuke's place (which was now a good few feet away), you'd just think it was some strange and disturbing orgy—and you knowing what kind. Not the wild party, no, no, no. The freaky-deaky shit kind.
Sneaking away, Sasuke broke into a sprint and ran as quickly as he could to a certain store. He knew that the shop closed at five in the afternoon but he also knew that a certain pinkette liked to close shop late. Rounding the corner, he was more than relieved to see the lights still on, not to mention, noticing a person inside. As he neared even more, he watched as the person—now seeing two people: a blonde and familiar rose-hued head shut the lights and went to lock the iron gates.
"Sakura!"
The women turned.
Sasuke's very expensive Nike's screeched to a halt, coming right before them.
Panting hard, Sasuke breathed. "Sakura?"
And at that, both women grinned.
Stepping into the warm water, Sakura let the bubbles and the bath salt tickle her feet. Oh, she regretted a lot of things she bought and did in life, but the bathtub definitely wasn't one of them. She loved taking warm baths—the water almost scorching rather than warm—that's why (if you look around her bathroom) you'd find a great array of bath salts, bathing confetti, bath candles, potpourri and bottles of bubble bath mixes all over the place. It was one of the many things that made Sakura relaxed and happy.
As the soft music of Vivaldi played in background, Sakura fell into a tranquil state as the calming sounds of the violins and strings coaxed her to.
"Sakura." A deep, smooth voice purred in her ear, making Sakura gasp in surprise. She felt him smirk at her nape when he sensed the shiver that ran through her spine. His large hands gripped her hips closely, their bodies swaying slightly to the mellow music playing in the background.
"Sasuke, wha—ahhh…"
They were in his suite (which was strange since just a few seconds ago she was in her bathroom—not to mention, she hadn't seen Sasuke since the whole coffee incident…in addition to the fact that she had never been into Sasuke's home. Any one of them.), the lights were dimmed and music was playing. The two stood close to each other, Sasuke behind her. Taking one of the strawberries on the food service tray, he dipped the fruit in some chocolate, and used the produce as a paintbrush, almost painting the side of her neck with chocolate. Sasuke looked at Sakura's face, though he couldn't see her eyes,—having covered them with a scarf—he could tell she was enjoying this. His gaze, along with his head then traveled to her neck.
'What am I doing here with—'
"—Sasuke." She moaned huskily as Sasuke licked some melted chocolate off her clavicle. He nibbled the skin possessively, marking her peachy skin. His hands slowly felt their way to the hem of her red, silk teddy. Lifting the garment agonizingly,—never loosing contact with her skin—his hands smoothly brushed her hips, her stomach then the curve of her breasts.
"Lift your arms."
She felt helpless underneath his hands—though in the best way possible. Sasuke's hands were rough (though were soft enough to feel just like velvet), and very large. He turned her around to face him—she gasped when he licked the side of her mound. Taking the strawberry again, Sasuke now dipped it into the Vanilla-Crème de Framboise flavored whipped cream. She always had a weakness for Crème de Framboise. When he lifted the strawberry, it held the cream's stiff peak, jus the way it should. Bringing the fruit to his lips, he licked the tip before brushing the rest on Sakura's left breast.
"A-ah…Sasuke…" Sakura was trembling, shaking with her arousal. His hands were amazing—making her orgasm (twice) without taking off a single piece of their clothing. At least until he took of her teddy.
"A-A-ah! S-Sasuke-e-e!" Sakura arched her back, shaking violently as her orgasm hit her for the third time. Sakura took it back. It wasn't just his hands that were amazing—his mouth was pretty high up there too. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her hands trembling out of pleasure.
Gently, he removed the scarf off her eyes—only to see them closed, still savoring the last waves of her orgasm.
"Open your eyes, Sakura." She obeyed, her eyes fluttering slowly, revealing lust-filled orbs. His cock twitched painfully when she licked her lips.
"Sakura..."
Smirking up at the dark-haired male, her gaze traveled to the food tray, she took hold of a porcelain syrup glass. "Lie down, Uchiha. It's your turn."
Having a smirk of his own, he obediently followed. Lying fully on the satin sheet-clad bed, he sat with his elbows, flaunting the man's taught and rippling muscles of his chest and arms, his flat, washboard abs and the 'v' right above the waistband of slacks. Sakura analyzed her 'meal', taking in everything that was in front of her—including the rather large tent at his crotch.
Sakura's eyebrow and lip twitched upwards—fascinated at the sight. Crawling to him, she straddled his hips, their sexes aligned. Both groaned, loving the friction. Her smirk only growing at his reaction, Sakura tilted the syrup container, letting the sweet honey pour slowly over the man's chiseled chest.
He gasped as the contact of the cool, thick honey dripped on his heated skin of his chest. Smirking, Sasuke looked down at her. "I thought you said you didn't get kinky with your food."
"I lied, besides, this isn't my food, Sasuke. It's room service." Sakura lowered her head to his chest, her tongue flicking out to lick the sticky nectar. Sasuke groaned, making Sakura's blood pump with determination. Trailing her tongue across his chest and abs, Sasuke raised his hips, his painful erection wanting desperate attention.
He couldn't take it anymore, gripping Sakura's hips; Sasuke flipped them over, making Sasuke on top. Sakura gasped and moaned when Sasuke took the honey glass and did the same to her.
"A-ah! Sasuke—Ohhh.."
"Sakura.." he moaned against her breast. Removing his slacks, Sasuke quickly—
Sitting up abruptly, water splashing around everywhere—some even spilling on the floor—Sakura noticed she was no longer with Sasuke, no longer being licked, and no longer being in his apartment. Though she was still definitely naked and she was still wet—and not just because of the water.
Oh God. It just wasn't fair! What had she done to deserve such a dream? She was good girl—though clearly not in her nightly escapades—she paid her taxes and loved her business! Not to mention, she didn't gossip at all—well, that's not entirely true, she was a woman, for goodness sake! She needed her gossip. But still, over-all she was a pretty good person, so why in dear God's name, did he have to punish her like this?
Then, it dawned to her.
It was the internet's fault! Ever since Sasuke's sex tape got out and the whole world could see how…incredibly gifted he was, he was the dream of all women and—dare she say it?—men. Though for the heterosexuals, he was just the goal; the envy of all males. And how could she even forget that he was definitely not a "minute-man"? From what she watched—in complete utter awe—he could last for hours. She really had to thank Ino for sending her that link.
Though Sakura would never admit it to anyone, she was very much pure—in a physical sense. But that doesn't mean that she was inexperienced, she had her good share of lovers, though none of them ever hit a homerun on the field, they at least reached third base. And in Sakura's books, that was all they were gonna get.
But for some reason, in all or at least most of Sakura's dreams, Sasuke would hit homeruns over and over again. And to make things worse, she didn't hate it. But with other men (though she'd never had dreams of being with them) she would feel such disgust at just the thought.
Just at the mention of Sasuke, she felt herself shiver and a familiar convulsing sensation made its way through her body, sending Sakura moaning and arching in the water. Recovering, she panted, eyes wide with surprise.
"Did—did I just…???" Dipping her hand in water, she gulped when her hand neared her center, but continued anyway, needing an answer for her question. When her fingers came in contact with her clit, she convulsed again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Oh indeed she did. This was another first for Sakura; she had never had orgasm just by thinking of a man. Putting her face in her hands, Sakura sighed and shook her head from side-to-side. Refusing to believe it.
"Goddamn it."
The women grinned at the tall heir, the rosette turning to the blonde beside her. "See, I told you he'd be back. You owe me three-thousand yen, Ino!"
"Goddamn it." The woman named Ino shuffled through her purse, looking for her wallet. Standing rather idiotically, Sasuke questioned again. "Sakura?"
Laughing, the woman that Sasuke thought was Sakura turned to Ino. "Wow…it's either my hair is graying or he really thinks I'm Sakura…what do you think, Ino?"
She shrugged, handing her the wad of cash. "I think it's the lighting. I mean, look at my hair! It looks silver. And silver from a far looks GRAY. And honey, I'm no where near that old!"
"I know! You're even younger than Ne-chan!" At the sound of that word, Sasuke knew who he was talking to. "Yaomi." But of course, no one paid attention to him. No body ever does, so the women just kept talking.
"Yeah, I know! But somehow I still manage to look older than Sakura! Goddamn it. This isn't fair. I do all the spa treatments, the Botox and—"
Yaomi gasped. "Ino-chan! You're only twenty-two! You're too young to get Botox! And you don't look old at all!"
"Honey, don't flatter me like that. My head is already big enough—though not as big as your sister's. God, it's like a goddamn plate."
"Ahaha! That's a first! But yeah, I agree. Her forehead is kind of large…"
"Not kind of, dear."
Sasuke's temper was rising—and not only because he wasn't being listened to. Sakura was beautiful, goddamn it!
"Yaomi." He growled.
Cutting their conversation suddenly, the two turned to him. Finally. "What is it, Sasuke?"
He growled again—almost animalistic. Opening his mouth to speak, Ino cut him off and smirked. "Wow. You are better looking in person. Doesn't that growling get you hot, Yaomi?"
"Ahaha, Ino-chan!" A small blush came to her cheeks. "You're too bad!"
Ino's smirk widened. "Who said I was a good girl?" Both the women laughed.
Oh this wasn't happening. Not again! "Yaomi."
Thankfully this time, they actually paid attention to him. "Yeah, Sasuke?" She smiled at him.
"Where's Sakura?" He was gritting his teeth; you could hear the anger in his voice. But since the two didn't care at all, Sasuke's attempt at being the alpha male was in complete and utter shame.
Her smile widened. "You know it's so cute that you're here. So…"
"Chick-flick like?" Ino finished.
"Yeah! Exactly! See, I knew this was going to happen Ino! Sasuke is a Cancer and his moon is aligned with Ne-chans! Aww, she's so lucky…" Yaomi sighed, envious.
"Now all we need is the—" Sasuke cut her off. God, these women were annoying. Naomi: not so much, but this Ino woman? That was another story right there.
"Look, just tell me where the hell Sakura is." He massaged his temples, sighed then pinched the bridge of his nose. He really needed a Valium.
"She's at home, Sasuke. I told her to take a hot bath and relax. Despite your moon's being aligned and all, she's been so stressed out. So Ino-chan and I are helping her." The last part she said pointing at the blonde next to her.
The woman smiled when Sasuke's now calm gaze fell on her. He watched as she sighed and shake her head. "Ugh, Sakura always gets the good ones."
Yaomi grinned uneasily. "Haha, Ino-chan, I thought you were perfectly happy with Shika-san?"
Ino sighed again. "I am. But still. It's the principles, Yaomi!"
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asianangelgirl- Awww! It's reviewers like you that make my heart swell (:])
I hope that this update could make you happy; I lengthened it quite a bit and put in a semi-lemon or a graphic lime. Thank you so much for saying that about my story! And I'm so happy you all like Mika. I try to make my OC's not the typical kind. I try to make them not so annoying.
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Yes, it was weird how you never got it ( :-/) Very strange…
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