My Snippets: Part 2

Morning Training - 🔞

Teaching new techniques.

A sasusaku blank-period snippet. (Slightly smutty at the end.)

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Thwack.

"Harder, Sakura."

The pinkette huffed, her breath blowing a tuft of hair out of her face and she turned to Sasuke with a grimace. "Does it look like I'm not even trying to you or something, Sasuke?! This thing is heavy!!!" He lifted a brow at her blatant lie and she rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to the splintered wood in front of her.

She lifted Kusanagi higher with both hands and swung again as hard as she could with a small grunt, imbedding the sharp piece of metal into the tree truck, growling when she tried to wiggle it free a second later and found that it wouldn't even budge an inch. "I'm not used to using one of these things..," she finally relented with a deep sigh before bowing her head; beads of sweat dripping from her brow. "... a kunai is much easier."

She heard his nearly silent footsteps as he approached on autumn leaves and twisted her head to look at him where it rested beside her borrowed blade. His expression was soft; unexpected. She stood up straighter when he stopped next to her and easily pulled the blade from its imprisonment. He tilted his head as he examined her before lifting the blade up between them; silently telling her to take it. With a scowl, she yanked it (not so gently) from his grasp.

"You'll get it with more practice." Her eye roll was involuntary and Sakura turned away from him, pouting as she took a few steps back before once again faced off against the poor tree. 'Why did he insist on doing this so early?! The sun isn't even fully awake yet. I could have slept a little longer. I'm not even fully awake yet myself! It's no wonder I can't find the strength to train! Shannaro!!!'

"I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's your sword. I don't intend on getting one...," she mumbled under her breath and missed the small smirk that lifted the corner of Sasuke's lips. This time, his footsteps were silent against the earth when he approached. He settled himself confidently behind her back, his warmth settling against her as his hand slid its way down her arm before settling on her hand. She stiffened at first; the contact was unexpected, but soon relaxed as his lips made contact with the skin behind her ear.

"Let me show you the motions again." With his grip holding her hand tightly on the hilt, he brought their arms back and swung; the motion was slow for him however as he allowed Sakura time to feel it before it struck against the wood with a resounding thwack. She sighed.

"This comes so naturally to you," she said as Sasuke pulled the blade free once more. He chuckled.

"Years of practice."

"Why am I doing this again?" She felt him draw back slightly, pulling her along with him, before they were a good distance away from the tree now and began to take her through some different swinging, fighting techniques... all the while making sure to slow his pace to one that Sakura could easily follow.

"You never know what'll happen...," he finally said while they moved in sync together. "You might find that you need these skills someday. They could come in handy. It doesn't hurt to learn a new way of fighting either, does it?"

"But why so early," she grumbled. "We have all day."

"I have other ideas of things we can do later..," he answered cryptically and as she was trying to decipher that, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Plus, I love the way you look in the morning light." Her viridescent eyes widened while his mouth traveled lower. "I'm sure watching you move through the different motions with the sunrise hitting you just right will be mesmerizing." Her cheeks flamed with heat, but her insides twisted with anticipation.

Although their sexual relationship was still in the "budding" stage, they had openly given way to their needs and desires more frequently as of late... anytime and anywhere; with the Uchiha (surprisingly) taking the initiative more often than not. Yet even that wasn't enough to stop her body from reacting to him now, her belly constricting while she quickly clenched her thighs. She now understood what he meant when he had said 'other ideas'.

Now she really wasn't in the mood for sword practice and tried to twist in his grasp, but he held onto her firmly, his own desire making itself known when he pressed his hips against her backside. "Not yet, Sakura," he whispered softly against her throat. "First, we finish this." With a loud audible groan of frustration, the pinkette allowed him to take her through the remaining techniques with relative ease and minimal fussing and resistance.

Afterall, the sooner they finished up with training, the sooner they could—

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Author's notes:

If any of these snippets sound like your own writing (or another you have read) I apologize, but I didn't copy anyone's work. They are entirely my own.