Guttural:

Adjective) (of a speech sound) produced in the throat; harsh-sounding.

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Farm AU

WARNING(S): Mild sexual content

Rating: M (18+)

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They both knew they were flirting with danger, meeting like this. He was a city boy with car trouble, and she was a farmer's daughter stubborn as the mules they cared for.

The hayloft creaked once more, scratchy bits of hay falling from above as another breathy gasp escaped her tender throat.

"Hey," she giggled breathlessly, pushing on his chin while she moved her head away from his. "We really shouldn't be doing this here. We could get caught."

"We could," he agreed, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he leaned in again, gazing at her through his lashes. "But we won't."

His nose was buried in her neck again, and she laughed, wrapping her arms around his back.

"You're awful," the teenager rolled her eyes playfully, even as a low groan rippled from her throat at another open-mouthed kiss to her pulse point.

It was chilly, even for a summer night - and when he pulled off his shirt, she could barely see the gooseflesh blooming across his arms and chest. Her eyes narrowed, her tongue sweeping across her top lip, her fingers trailing patterns on his toned body.

Sasuke watched her move her palms along his chest, smirking down at her. "You like touching me?"

"What can I say, I've always had a thing for abs I could grate cheese on." She waggled her brows at him before pulling him in for another heated kiss.

Another creak in the loft made her take pause, craning her neck to try and see down below. Nothing could be made out in the darkness, and she was quickly distracted by Sasuke's sinful lips trailing along her jugular.

"Seriously," she piped up, tangling her fingers in his ebony hair, "Papa will have a cow if he catches us out here."

"As long as we're quiet, he won't suspect a thing." His teeth sank softly into her nape and she bit her lip to stifle a groan.

Their bodies rocked together, ablaze with passion and hormones and heat, and soon the loft began creaking in rhythm with their panting breaths, their scorching gazes, the shivers that ran between them.

Sakura's mouth opened into an 'o' when he tucked her hand beneath his jeans, and she gulped at the stiffness that was felt there. "You're an awful influence on me," she declared. It was hard to keep the firm tone in her voice with the way he was staring her down, half-lidded and his kiss-swollen lips still curled in that handsome smirk.

"Maybe I like being a bad influence," he whispered hotly into her ear.

A louder creak caught their attention, and before they could look down a light blinded them.

Both teenagers exclaimed in fright, Sakura holding her pajama top shut as her father shouted angrily, "I should've known y'all were up to no good! Get down here this instant, Sakura!"

"Papa! W- we were just--" she stammered, face red from embarrassment.

"Save the explanations for the morning, missy," the man snarled, before pointing his gun at the frozen boy next to her. "And you! I've been real nice to ya, probably more than I shoulda. And look how you repay me! Canoodling with my only daughter without my permission?!"

The two lovers gave each other stares of disbelief, before Sasuke slipped his shirt back on faster than she'd seen anyone do so in her entire life - and before she realized, he was darting from the loft and through the barn, her father shouting and swearing all the way after him.

"See if I ever let another city slicker into my house!" He cursed, his voice fading with the distance. "Good for nothing, sneaky, devious...!"

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