Post by SAKURA on Dec 19, 2011 23:49:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF; width: 450px; height: 500px, bTable] ★ words LOTS ★ tag shika baby ★ comments I LOVE YOU ANGIEBABY. ty :3 & SEXY TIME FOR SHIKASAKU & outfit | i'm sexy and I know it ever since sakura had met sasuke, she had gone to the uchiha holiday party. the first year she had been invited, she was pretty excited, she was going to a big kid party with and got to play with her best friend! she was around eleven at the time and never really went to something as big as a party such as that. in the end, sasuke, naruto, and herself ended up tiring themselves out within three hours and ended up staying in a guest bedroom, all cuddled together in the huge bed, sakura in the middle. she loved her boys, she wouldn't know what to do if she lost either of them, or if she lost shika. who would she abuse? if she lost naruto, who would she steal atrocious, yet comfortable, clothing from? if she lost sasuke, who would she pester about paying attention in class? lord, if she lost shika, who the hell would stand her and love her like he did? if she lost any of them, she'd probably go into a deep depression, they're her boys, she loves them. she needs them, her body requires all of them to actually stand living fully. tonight was the uchiha holiday party, and sakua couldn't wait. her outfit had been picked out for almost a month, and changed four different times, after the final change, and bugging the crap out of her shika. it was finally decided that shika didn't give a fuck what she wore and that she'd be wearing a signature color for her; pink, pink, and more pink. ultimately, he had actually helped her decision. he had said something along the lines of 'troublesome woman, you'd look good in nothing but pink, stop worrying.' then proceeded to do dirty things to her that she would not mention. him saying that influenced her to pick her pretty form fitting, pink tank top she had gotten for her birthday, a short, ribbed skirt, pretty little fishnet like stockings, and heels. even in said heels, she was quite a lot shorter than her shika. along with her pretty clothing, she had hanging pink stone earrings, a pink and chocolate diamond necklace given to her by shika's mother the year before, and a pink and gold bracelet. they had decided that herself and shika would meet at the uchiha home, and so sakura had gotten ready, had her mother do her hair and makeup. her mother simply straightened her already straight, pink hair to where it was spikier than normal, the layers protruding out more. it was cute, in a way, and reminded her of how her shika's hair always was. her mother had decided to let sakura drive, since she had her permit and all that, and the drive was rather quick. even under her sweet, studious exterior, she was a daredevil and a speed demon. she drove quite fast and enjoyed every second of it. once they arrived, sakura quickly leaned over and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then bounced from the car excitedly. she loved her mothers car, and she knew that within a month it would be hers, because within the month she was able to get her full fledge license. her mothers car had always been a personal favorite of hers; she didn't know what the hell the year was or the maker of it really was, all she knew was that it was fire engine red and sexy as hell. if her memory served her right, her mother had once stated it was a lamborghini, but sakura couldn't remember. all she knew was that it was a sexy car, and her mother had saved quite a lot of money for it. entering the part, she smirked and waved at all whom she knew; most of them knew her as sakura, the geeky girl who should not be friends with naruto and sasuke, and should not be dating hottie shikamaru nara. but she sure as hell was the geeky girl in every single category. she was also the geeky girl who looked smoking hott and ready to fuck, as her mother had labeled her. she made her way slowly to the side of the mansion she knew she'd find him, sasuke's wing. in her hand was her phone, it's whites, plastic rhinestones glittering every few seconds in the light as she tried to find her date, which was of course shika. truly, she couldn't wait to tug him under some mistletoe and ravage his mouth. tonight was one of the few nights she was going to relax and use said relaxation to her advantage. she was sure as hell not gonna be a prude. |
