LEMON-AID

Lemon-aid, lemon-aid, freshly squeezed lemon-aid!

This will be a collection of PWP one-shots that I wrote or will be writing and posting in due course. Every one of the stories here will feature Haruno Sakura with various characters from Naruto-verse.

Naruto-verse is by Kishimoto Masahashi.

1. SasuSaku: Physical Riposte

Partner: Uchiha Sasuke
Venue: Yakiniku Q
Situation: Dinner with Konoha 11
Challenge: One hand

Sakura gingerly slipped her right arm under the table and drummed her fingers venomously on her kneecap. He must be having a death-wish for calling her, the protégé of the Godaime Hokage and sole-surviving Sannin a weakling. However, attacking a teammate is frowned upon, so she had to think of another way to teach that chauvinist Uchiha pig a lesson he will never forget.

He was seated to her right and to her left was the wall. Directly across her was Naruto and beside him was Ino. Beside Sasuke was Neji and the rest of Konoha 11 were scattered around the table.

She observed his sickeningly aloof disposition. His elbows pressed on the tabletop, fingers intertwined and his nose rested on the bridge his hand created. Just 'perfect'. She rolled her eyes. I'll make you pay.

Sliding her hand across onto his left thigh, she felt the roughened texture of nylon against her skin and the tensing of his muscle at the sudden contact. She propped the elbow of her free arm up on the table and covered her mouth with a clenched fist to obscure the nefarious smile on her lips, when he cocked his head minutely over and glared at her through menacing obsidian eyes. If it were anything, it only served to amplify her confidence.

She returned his gaze with rivaling intensity and allowed her smile to reflect through her jade orbs into his as she slipped her hand further into his inner thigh, molding his taut flesh in her palm suggestively and savouring the narrowing of his pupils when he finally caught on with her intentions.

Cerebral commands for his body to fight her were left unheeded as he felt her crawl down to his knee and back up again, this time brushing against his organ before journeying the said route over, repeating and making his blood rush to his anatomy.

"Stop it." He rasped under his breath, loud enough only for their ears.

She smirked, "Are we talking now?", sarcasm emanated from her tone as she squeezed the portion of flesh close to his enlargement, relishing the almost audible gasp he let out against his hands.

Just as he was about to breathe a scathing remark, she raked her nails along his length through the fabric, causing all rational thoughts to fly out the window. She continued grazing her nails towards his tip where she lingered and increased the pressure before proceeding back down to his groin, running the cycle over and over. Gritting his teeth behind his bridged hands, his mind staved in futile effort for his body to disregard the pleasure of her deft fingers as the fluids within him rose up a notch.

Cupping his hardness against her palm, she squeezed it at the right amount of pressure to draw out subtle reactions from the usually composed Uchiha. He emitted a mute groan when she quickened the pace of her kneading hand; it was so close to driving him insane. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, he shut them, cursing Sakura for having the upper hand.

"Teme!"

Startled, his eyes flew wide open and he looked across the table at the noisy blonde. Her hand had halted its movements as well; apparently she too was not unfazed by the unanticipated interruption. "What?" He had intended his tone to be as impassive as it always was, and shocked even himself when it came out as a hiss.

She smiled evilly behind her fist, delighted that he was progressively coming undone with each passing second. So to reward her little toy further, she shifted inconspicuously and slipped her hand into his pants, under his boxes, all in a quick motion, while watching him try, if he could, to focus on their teammate's jabber.

He suppressed the urge to moan when her fingers closed around his heated length and slid his foreskin down, enjoying the feel of her cool hand against his warm, raw flesh.

She taunted, rudely snapping him out of his reverie, "Sasuke-kun, it's not polite to ignore someone when they are talking to you."

"Hn."

That answer was enough to satisfy Naruto and the eager blonde continued reiterating his tale of their team's latest ANBU mission to the Country of Snow to the Konoha 11 guests, all who remained oblivious to the wanton actions of the two at the far end.

He glared at her again with those midnight pools of black, reflecting such anger, wrath and lust that Sakura, herself, felt the coil within her tightened. Stroking her thumb on his sensitive shaft, she mentally noted each bump of protruding vein as she made her way up, then she brushed his tip, deliberately smearing the drop of moisture and wetting her digit slick, making him to shudder involuntarily. She caressed slow circles on the head, before moving down to his base.

Sasuke gritted his teeth and now buried his eyes in his bridged hands to hold out from the pleasure as she pumped him, her nimble appendages holding his member in a tight grip. His hip now bucked slightly with every pound of her hand and he was careening closer and closer to the edge. Oh god…

She slid the napkin under the table with her free hand and covered over her busy one, capping his head in the fabric as she worked him harder and faster with perfect friction. She knew he was going to reach his climax from the rigidness of his organ and asked in a soft tone, "Do you want it?"

No, bitch! I don't want you give me a fucking hand-job, under a fucking table, in fucking crowded restaurant. And he nodded unintentionally.

With a smirk on her features, she channeled chakra to her ministering palm, sending waves of vibrations onto his length, intensifying the sensations of her every move. He lost it.

Abruptly turning to grab her in a tight embrace, he muffled his moans against the hollow of her neck and fisted her coral locks, spilling himself into the napkin she so thoughtfully placed over his tip.

As his senses came flooding back to him, he realized that he had just climaxed in the presence of guests, in a public place and he could feel all eyes on his back. He didn't move an inch away from her. He heard Naruto go berserk, shouting at the top of his lungs for him to get off their female teammate.

Her palms now rested one on his back and the other to the back of his head, pressing him closer to her in a tender clutch. She cunningly informed that he was overwhelmed with grief and was pouring his heart out to her and sought politely to provide them with privacy. Everyone scooted out of their seats and left, managing to drag clamorous Naruto out with them after a long while.

"Damn you, Sakura." He drawled in a low voice against her nape.

"Shh… Everything's fine now, baby." She cooed into his ear with a sly smirk on her lips. That'll teach him. "And I love you too, Sasuke-kun."

A/N: How was it?

I will take requests. Though, I will not match Sakura with the following:
Orochimaru (hell no!), Lee, Gai, Kankuro, Kisame, Haku and Shino, because they are all fugly, except for Haku, who is too girly it would become a yuri.

No yuri or OCs either.

Let the games begin! *clap clap*