SasuHina

-From a celebrity/idol AU (Beyond The Camera Sequel Ch. 16)-

"Ha! You and Sasuke should get engaged, too, so we can all get drunk together!"

My smile disappeared, my brow furrowing. Of course, I want to marry the Uchiha man. I'm head over heels, stupid in love with him.

"Don't go putting weird thoughts in her head, Sakura. C'mon." The pink-haired woman was pulled from my arms. Sasuke had picked her up and turned to take her to the bed without a glance in my direction.

I watched his back as he walked away. Is the concept of us getting married a weird concept for him? Over the past two years, we've only thrived both as friends and as a couple. Sure, we've had little spats like any couple, but nothing even close to serious.

Sighing, I took my shoes off by the door before climbing the stairs to our bedroom. Just as Gaara and Sakura had, we turned Sasuke's old room into ours and used my old one for storage.

It hurt to hear him say that, if I'm being honest. He's gotten pretty good at not putting his foot in his mouth like he used to, but occasionally, he slips up. Is this one of those times where he didn't think twice before speaking, or did he truly mean those words?

In the bathroom, I pulled my hair over my shoulder, leaning slightly forward to look in the mirror as I took off my earrings.

Unsurprisingly, Sasuke entered through the open door and stood behind me, absently running his hands from my waist to my hips, "You tired?" Dark eyes suddenly lifted from where he was pressing against me to meet mine in the mirror.

Blushing, I nodded, "A little."

A sleek brow lifted, and his gaze dropped again. It didn't come as a surprise when he grabbed the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly unzipped it, brushing his fingers against the small of my back. Sasuke's impatient, as usual. He guided me to straighten my spine and slipped a hand beneath my dress to grasp my breast, an unhappy sound rumbling through his chest when I tried to pull away.

"At least let me take my jewelry off."

He hummed, kissing the back of my neck as he removed his hands from my body, instead moving my hair out of the way and carefully removing my other earring. Hot breath dusted my skin when he said, "You're angry."

Long fingers sat the piece of jewelry on the counter before moving to unclasp the chain of my necklace, the locket he'd bought me so long ago.

"No, I'm not. It's just been a long day, is all."

The locket was carefully placed on the counter, then the man slowly moved the straps of my dress off my shoulders, "Is it because of what I said downstairs?" The clothing slid down until he let it fall to the floor around my feet, hands helping themselves to explore my bare skin.

Heat pooled between my legs at the shameless way he was attempting to seduce me. I felt my resolve crumbling but closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see the dark look on his handsome face and turned my face away from the mirror.

"I-It'd be childish to let something like that bother me."

It's true. There's nothing to worry about with Sasuke, and I know that. Maybe our best friends getting engaged, or the two glasses of wine I'd had with dinner made me feel envious. On a typical day, I'd understand that everything happens when the time's right.

My eyes shot open in surprise when the man suddenly gripped my jaw and forced me to look straight at the mirror, into the reflection of his eyes. His other hand slipped beneath my underwear, teasing me with unyielding expertise, "Don't pout like this if you aren't going to be honest, Hyuuga."

A shiver ran up my spine as his fingers sent a wave of pleasure up my lower abdomen, my face warming, "I'm not pouting..."

"Hmm..."

The hand touching me so sensually disappeared, Sasuke pulling back slightly without releasing my jaw so he could look down and undo his pants. When I felt his sex press against me, my back naturally arched, and my lips tugged further downward. Without words, he slipped my underwear down my legs just enough that they'd be out of the way.

Then, he met my eye, teasingly rubbing himself up and down against my entrance, "You sure about that?"

I nodded, holding my breath as I waited for him to thrust in.

A smirk met his lips as he shook his head and released his hold on my jaw to bend me forward over the counter, a hand on my shoulder as he looked down again, "You're an awful liar."

The air in my lungs dissipated as he finally pressed himself inside, grabbing my hip to keep me still. My hands slid when he began moving, so my elbows hit the counter, and I allowed my head to fall to hide my red face. It felt incredible, as it always does, but Sasuke was punishing me for not being honest, so his movements were slower than usual, the angle and pressure almost too much to handle.

It was silent between us for a while, both of us refusing to yield. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan because it felt like I'd be admitting defeat.

"Are you being more stubborn than usual, so I'll pamper you?" I couldn't bring myself to respond, lifting my head to see the man's jaw flex in annoyance. He tilted his head, "You are, aren't you?"

I denied it, but he ignored that.

Frowning, he released my shoulder and grabbed both of my hips, suddenly changing his tactic. The steady pace became much more erratic, and his gentle hold on my body became almost rough.

A tiny cry of surprise passed my lips, and I lifted up to press my hands to the counter. My breathing picked up as it became impossible to completely remain quiet, though I still tried.

Apparently, Sasuke was feeling irritated tonight because he soon wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to stand in front of him. One of his hands slid my bra up so my breasts were no longer covered, grabbing and holding one. The other firmly grabbed my jaw like he had earlier, only this time, he forced two fingers past my lips.

That was what did it. That move tore down my last wall of defense, and I was then a heated mess in the Uchiha man's arms. One of my hands grasped his forearm, and the other reached between my legs to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves there, coming ever closer to climax.

"If you bite me, I'll bite back," he threatened, lowering his lips to my shoulder, a glare in his gorgeous eyes.

Naturally, I did just that, though not hard enough that it'd actually hurt his hand. He moaned softly, biting my shoulder surprisingly hard. If he did it any harder, he'd draw blood. Why that threw me over the edge, I don't know, but it did. The hand between my legs reached back into his hair, the other holding his forearm for dear life as my legs gave out.

The fingers in my mouth disappeared. Instead, Sasuke's arm wrapped around my waist to keep me upright and against him. Almost immediately after that, he also climaxed, leaving us standing there, panting for breath and staring at one another in the mirror.

Sasuke had been quite rough, which wasn't entirely out of the ordinary because we sometimes got like that, but, as always, he did a complete one-eighty once the deed was done and became sweet and doting to make up for it.

He pressed his lips softly into the discolored skin of my shoulder, closing his eyes as he removed his hold on my breast to brush my hair out of my face so I wouldn't get overheated. "Shower or bed?"

I responded softly, a little embarrassed at having just had sex in the mirror. We've done it in here a few times, but I've never faced the counter before. This was a first. "Bed, please. Let's shower in the morning."

A low, affirming sound vibrated against my back. The man easily picked me up, carrying me out to the room. When he lay me down, he climbed over me, reaching under to unclasp my bra and toss it away. Sasuke kissed me with a hand on my thigh so he could manipulate his way between my legs.

I thought we would go to sleep but should've known better. It's rare for him to be one-and-done. Honestly, I can't complain. Who would?

Soon, we were back at it, and Sasuke's mouth left mine. He met my eye and refused to let me look away. I remember being shocked that the Uchiha man liked eye contact like this. It seems incredibly out of character, but seeing that I have his full attention turns me on in its own way. This was way more intimate and sincere than in the bathroom. That fact, plus my confusion about his earlier words, had tears brimming in my eyes.

Sasuke slowed, kissing me once, "Hina..."

I closed my eyes, hands on his shoulders, "I-I'm sorry. I'm alright."

"...I didn't mean it how you think." I met his gaze again and saw that he felt guilty for teasing me like he has since we returned home instead of reassuring me right off the bat. "I don't want you to compare us to them."

I nodded, wiping at my tears before the tears could fall but didn't feel completely better about things.

Sasuke seemed to understand that and added, albeit hesitantly and with a rare, almost bashful tone, "You know I love you. It's not that I don't want to marry you; I just feel like the timing's not right after what happened with the fans. I'm surprised Gaara went ahead and proposed."

My brow furrowed, "So, you're hesitating because you're worried about what the public will say?"

He sighed, shaking his head with a glare, "That's not what I meant, and you know it. What I'm saying is I'm trying to look at things realistically. Our careers are great now, but I can't say for sure that they'd survive something like that. Maybe a few years from now, things will be different."

He paused, gaze softening with his voice, "Do you understand what I'm saying? We should stay like this for a while longer. You haven't done anything wrong, okay?"

Inwardly, I was disappointed beyond belief, but I nodded anyway because disregarding Sasuke's feelings would be unfair. If he wants to wait until our careers are less at risk of being ruined, I should respect that. This is a partnership, after all. Everything's not about me. It's about both of us.

My initial argument was that we've been dating this long, and there's not much difference between us dating and being engaged, but then that'd raise the question of why getting engaged means so much to me if it's so close to what we already are.

So, I swallowed my inner turmoil and forced a calmer expression, "I-I understand. Thank you for telling me."

Sasuke kissed me, slowly deepening it until we returned to how we were before our short conversation. I squeezed my eyes closed.

Just a few more years, is what he said.

Then, we won't have to hide anymore.