She really shouldn't be doing this. Kankurou x Sakura
Warnings: Crack again, a bit of language, and some minor sexual things. All that is good and right with the world, yes?
Notes: In my head Sakura gets tired of being nice, sweet, and innocent all the time. I blame this entirely on RP.
Sakura was a Nice Girl.
She knew the stereotype and all it implied, and for the most part she agreed with it. She was the Nice Girl. She wasn't mean or cruel for the fun of it. She didn't play with or even tease other people's emotions. She'd be the first to offer her shoulder, her ear, or even her couch to a friend in need. She'd stop to ask a stranger why they were crying and if they needed her help. And while Sai and Naruto might disagree on some points, they would also agree that Sakura was the first to treat any wounds she might have caused.
"Damn! Should be criminal to have such an ugly mug on a body that nice."
Sakura was nice, but even Nice Girls have their lapses. Right?
Smirking, Sakura said, "Like you'd look at her face if you were banging her."
"You're right," Kankurou returned her smirk with a lecherous grin, eyes still fixed on the woman passing them. "But I'd at least bag her head first."
The woman's hips were swaying more than necessary, she'd obviously noticed the attention and was trying to work what assets she had. Sakura pressed her lips firmly together to keep the laughter in. It wasn't nice. Sitting there and making fun of a poor woman simply because her face wasn't all that pretty. It was cruel, mean, and just downright despicable. Even if her face was really, really ugly.
"Forget the stick, she was drug through an entire grove of ugly trees," Sakura lost her control snickering loudly as the woman passed out of sight.
"And then got stomped on a few times for good measure," Kankurou hadn't bothered trying to control his laugh which echoed out into the busy street. "Just as I- What the hell is that!?"
She should be ashamed of her behavior, horrified over what she was saying. Should be, being the keywords.
Sakura spat out a mouthful of tea when she caught site of the man Kankurou was pointing at. Orange brighter than anything Naruto owned, neon green beads, and absolutely no sense of how fat he truly was.
"W-wha-!?" Choking and gasping Sakura collapsed against Kankurou, body shaking with laughter. "My eyes! They're burning!"
"No shit," Kankurou turned away in disgust. "I think that's supposed to be the next fashion fad."
The fact was that Sakura wasn't feeling the least bit guilty about anything at the moment. Not the crude lines, the petty meanness, or even the cruel laughter.
Sakura huffed more laughter into the skin of Kankurou's neck. Enjoying the way he turned towards her and wound an arm low enough around her to brush the pads of his fingers against her thigh. She enjoyed the way the skin against her lips shivered when she pressed her face in tighter. She thoroughly enjoyed the low noise she got when she carefully let her tongue trail a line up the pulse under her lips.
Sakura couldn't even feel guilty or shameful about this. She was acting even more bold than Ino after a few drinks, and she honestly didn't care.
"Cocktease," Kankurou growled in a tone that was more appreciative than angry.
"Yes," Sakura said unrepentantly, brushing one finger down his thigh. Smirking when she confirmed he had dressed to the left that day. Then she sat back. Deliberately placing a good two feet between them.
Sakura was a Nice Girl, she really was. Just not when Kankurou was around.