Sakura was hardly given a warning before she was rendered completely useless. She was frozen in place and lips ensnared, trapped in a cage she didn’t want to break out of. For so long, she dreamed of this moment. The first kiss. Her lids slowly closed the view of her jade eyes and she melted against him so easily.
斑—- • Her lips were sweet and surprisingly soft. Madara presses them together with a little more force, and a couple of seconds later, he pulled back; letting go of her chin. He smirked lightly, still very close from her face. “That’s a little better.”
✿»No. That little peck at the corner of his lips was the first time she really kissed someone, even if their lips hadn’t exactly met. In turn, Sakura had never been kissed either. The feared drew closer, yet she was at a standstill. Should she approach, step back? He was starting a dance she had yet to learn. Embarrassment replaced whatever anger she had.
Quietly, she spoke. As if the whole world would stop if it heard. “I haven’t.”
斑—- • Oh, this is too good to be true. Looks like Madara has found a new toy. “That is a shame. Perhaps I should change that…” His gloved hands cupped her chin and tilted it upwards gently. “Right now—” The Uchiha captured her lips with his own.
✿»At least he didn’t say it was fitting because of her hair. It was implied, but it wasn’t said. That would’ve pumped fuel. Slender arms were crossed tightly against her chest - it was all she could do to cool her impending rage, lest she face the consequences. Sakura had hoped that question wouldn’t come up again, but of course, she held out hope for nothing.
“Well. Because I…” Even Sakura couldn’t discern instinct from the not-so-simple want. “I…” The fact that a part of her wanted to was nothing less than a shock. It was the hint of temptation that drove the impulse. “I don’t know.” She huffed out.
斑—- • The smirk rose on his lips, unable of hiding it now. He was growing amused by the second. “Hn. Well, wasn’t bad for a girl, I suppose. But you could use more practice.” The elder Uchiha stated with a hint of tease behind his tone, stepping closer to her.
✿» ’Why’ was a superb question. This was Madara Uchiha of all people, but the irreversible mistake action was as if her body acted autonomously. In contemplating what to respond with, it clicked that he addressed her as ”girl”. Sakura had half a mind to whack him with her bare knuckles, but she opted not to add a second mistake to the potential list.
“It’s Sakura, not girl.” She retorted.
斑—- • ”Sakura. Fitting.“ Goes with that pink hair of hers. Is that even natural?
"Once again, is there a reason behind that kiss you just imposed? Or was it a simple, adolescent impulse?” He crossed his arms, having more fun with this than he should.
✿» Petite as she was, Sakura had to push herself up on the balls of her feet just enough that she could reach to plant her lips at the corner of the Uchiha’s delicately. She was, however, quick to fall back on the flats of her sandals and turn her head to the left. It was a poor attempt to mask her tomato-red face.
斑—- • Gloved hands fisted by his sides in an almost uncontrollable reflex to respond with a more violent action but he held himself in place. Curiosity was more intense than instinct right now.
