Title: Advantage
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 434
Summary/Description: Sasuke, apparently, is ticklish.
Warning/Spoilers: Hints of sex. Fluff. No spoilers.
A/N: Written for the SasuSaku Kink Meme a whiiile back. The prompt was 'feathers and ticklish Sasuke'. No porn to speak of; it's pretty fluffy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

"...Did you just... smile?"

Sakura can't think of anywhere she would rather be at the moment, sitting astride a very naked, and very interested Sasuke. Usually, despite his inhuman restraint, she finds that she can have him squirming for release in just under ten minutes, if she applies herself properly. Normally, nothing would distract her from her task, but she just saw something, and perhaps even heard something that definitely warrants further investigation.

Sasuke blinks at her.

"No."

Sakura frowns, slowly.

"No... yeah, I'm sure I just saw you smile. In fact, I think you might have... well. Laughed, if I think about it."

Sasuke's expression at the moment suggests that he doesn't even know how to smile, much less laugh.

"Well, don't think about it; you're mistaken. But on to more pressing issues..." He glances pointedly at his erection, which is indeed pressing against her leg, while he traces a line around her breast. It takes some effort, but she ignores it, twisting away from his touch, brow furrowed.

"But I'm pretty sure of it. I was trailing my fingers up your ribs, and… there was a sound. An amused sound."

"No." Sasuke's mouth is a thin flat, line, but that doesn't deter Sakura. A little grin creeps onto her face.

"Yeah, no… it was something a lot like… this!"

Sakura's quick, but Sasuke's quicker. He snatches away the first hand before it reaches its destination, so too for the second. But then he's out of hands, and Sakura is laughing even as she ducks quickly to snake her tongue rapidly across his ribs.

It's muffled, and strained, and barely audible... but that's definitely a laugh.

They have a brief scuffle that ends with Sasuke straddling a giggling Sakura, scowling deeply.

"You're ticklish?" she gasps, half in disbelief, half in glee. If Sasuke was capable of looking embarrassed, he'd probably be doing it now, but instead he scowls more deeply, and pokes one of her breasts. It wobbles, and she laughs. There is the nicest little flush on his cheeks, so faint it's barely noticeable. She wonders if he knows it's there.

"No," he says yet again, and Sakura thinks it's time to really put this to the test. Sasuke is definitely faster, but Sakura is stronger, and it doesn't take her but a few seconds to have him flat on his back. A few seconds later, she bursts open a pillow and grabs a handful of downy feathers. Her grin is sly and she slides down his body, eyes on his erection.

"Oh? Well you definitely won't mind if I do this..."