Prompt: "Spoiled"

From what Sakura observed among mortals, when a woman was betrothed it was a joyous occasion and wedding plans were enacted immediately by both families to join the couple. Sometimes, there were successive smaller parties held until it culminated with an enormous party at the end. In short, betrothal was a cause for celebration. Thus, it was unusual for the couple to be forcibly separated immediately after the betrothal was made for a period of six months.

A month since Sakura left the Underworld, she had not heard from the lord of death once. She scowled at the sunrise. Gold painted the line of the horizon, fading into rosy hues. She sat, hunched over, surrounded by wildflowers blooming in riotous colors. How dare it be so beautiful when she felt like her insides had crumbled to dust and scattered in the wind.

When she had said she would be spending six months on the surface, she hadn't expected that he wouldn't visit her. At the very least, she thought they would exchange messages. Her stomach dropped as she considered spending the next six months without seeing him at all. She drew her knees into her chest. Perhaps she was being naïve. It was quite possible that he didn't need to see her as much as she needed to see him.

Inari flew down, sitting next to her daughter. "Sakura, are you still moping? There's someone I'd like you to meet."

"I don't need anymore suitors. I have a betrothed."

"Oh, he's not a suitor. Just a nice young demi-god I thought you'd enjoy talking to—Naruto, you can come out now."

A young man with messy blond hair stepped out from behind a tree. "Uh, hello."

"Hello," Sakura responded, her voice flat.

"I'll leave you two to get to know each other," Inari said. She stood, disappearing in a whirl of leaves, one of which smacked Sakura squarely in the face.

Sakura sputtered, peeling the leaf off. She glanced at the young man, who still stood there, uncertain of what to do with him. "You can go home if you like. I'm sure my mother pressured you into coming here."

"No, no. I asked to have a chance to meet you." Naruto blushed. "I actually thought I was too late, since I heard you were betrothed now."

"I am." Not that it seemed to matter to the other party.

"Oh. Well, all right. Should I leave?"

Sakura crossed her arms, her lips thinning. Her enhanced immortal senses told her it was only them and various woodland creatures around, but she was certain Death had his own ways to keep an eye on the world of the living. She set her jaw. "No, stay."

Naruto sat down next to her. "So, what do you like to do?"

"Reading. Hanging out with dead people. You?"

"Uh…okay. Mostly, I like going on adventures. You know, completing tasks set by the gods."

"Wait, is talking with me a task set by my mother?" She narrowed her eyes.

"Noooooo…yes..no. Maybe." He leaned away.

She sighed. So now flirting with her would help get some wannabe heroes their godhood or fame? Not that it mattered for what she was about to do. She batted her eyes, smiling. "Tell me about your adventures."

He visibly relaxed, launching into tales Sakura was sure contained their fair share of embellishment. She made appropriate noises of being impressed, pursing her lips, slanting her body towards him.

"Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?" Naruto asked, his ears turning red.

"Aw, you're so sweet." Sakura felt a little bad. He didn't seem as pompous as the other so-called suitors had been. But if this didn't get Death's attention, then she didn't know what would. She traced the collar of Naruto's robes, talking in a low tone so that only he could hear, "Maybe next time you can take me on an adventure too."

His eyelids lowered, watching her lips with interest. "We could do that."

She pushed him onto his back, hovering over him. Just as she lowered her face to his, the ground rumbled, throwing them apart. She rolled through the wildflowers, mowing them down, stopping at Death's boots.

"Good morning," he said, inclining his head.

She glared up at him. "Is it? No horse this time?"

"He likes to sleep in."

"Nice to finally hear from you." She sat up, dusting off her clothes. "Been busy?"

"Well, I watch over the transfer of mortal souls from the land of the living and exact judgment over them. It takes up a lot of my time."

"Don't let me keep you," she snapped. She went over to Naruto, who was still on the ground, his face pale as he stared at the lord of death.

"Am I going to die? That's not what the Oracle said when I was born—I don't want to die yet," Naruto said.

"I can take you anytime I want. That damned fool of an Oracle doesn't control my actions," Death corrected.

"Stop scaring him!" Sakura admonished. She urged Naruto to his feet.

"Where are you planning to go with him?" Death stalked after her. "Have you forgotten your agreement?"

"I have not forgotten. Six months I am yours, but six months I am here. It seems you are the one who's forgotten me."

"You're acting like a spoiled child. You—" Death pointed at her companion. "—leave us now and I will allow you to live a few moments longer."

"Is he your betrothed? A little warning next time," Naruto muttered. He squeezed her arm, which only made Death's eyes narrow dangerously. "Do you want me to stay? He won't hurt you?"

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. You can go."

Once they were alone, silence fell over them until Death asked, "What are you doing?"

"Talking. Does eating the food of the dead preclude me from talking?" She rolled her eyes.

"Why do you have suitors? You are betrothed to me." Briefly, his voice thundered, echoing around them.

"Ask my mother. Perhaps she thinks you've forgotten about me."

Death picked out a yellow flower that had gotten tangled in her hair. He held it to her. "Is that what you think?"

"Haven't you?"

"Of course not. I feel your absence like I've lost a part of my own soul."

"Then why have you been ignoring me?"

"Your mother made it clear to me that if we were going to have this 'arrangement,' then I was not to intrude, at all, on her time. I wished to keep things amicable—I've spend centuries feuding with other gods before and it's not pleasant." He gestured to the red eye. "That's how I got this."

"So it's not because you've changed your mind?" She took the flower at last, rolling the stem between her fingers.

"Never." His lips skimmed her forehead.

She stepped into his embrace, rising up on her toes for a kiss. He obliged her, tugging down the cloth covering his face.

It was chaste. Barely a peck.

Not good enough. She frowned, grabbing the the collar of his robes, demanding more in the second kiss. Their mouths met with almost bruising force. She needed to be reminded of his hunger for her, that she wasn't the only one tormented by desire. She was pleased when a moan escaped from him.

His hands traced the lines from her waist down to her hips, bunching up the cloth over them. She pressed her breasts urgently against him, yearning to relieve some of heat building in her. His erection was hard and heavy on her stomach. She wanted to feel its weight in her hand.

Suddenly, her back flattened against the trunk of a tree and she realized they'd been moving without her notice. He hooked a hand under her thigh and brought up her leg, anchoring it around his hips. This bared the lower half of her body to the open air. A shiver ran through her as she felt the cloth of his robes rub the sensitive skin of her entrance. Her heart beat faster than ever. For a moment, she believed it might burst.

Then, he dipped two fingers into her, testing her, his thumb rolling over her clitoris. She cried out, the strength holding her up giving out briefly. Gently, he helped her to the ground, her back still propped up by the tree. He murmured into her ear his love for her and all manner of filthy things that he intended to do once she was home. The very sound of his voice, rough with lust, drove her to new heights of pleasure. He coaxed her to a climax with just one hand. At her peak, she opened her eyes, locking with his, not breaking even as her moans made the branches above them rustle.

She jerked with tiny, involuntary tremors, unable to stop as the last of the delicious sensations faded. He withdrew his fingers, taking the sight of her in, jaw tightening as he held on to his control. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her breath. Her entire body felt flushed. One breast had slipped out of the folds of her robes, the cooler air tightening the pink nipple. She was too drained to close her legs, her intimate parts still exposed to him. She didn't care. She enjoyed his admiration almost as much as his touch.

"I would obliterate from existence anyone who saw you like this," he said, fully serious about the threat. He raised his fingers to taste her essence.

Her gaze lowered to the prominent erection tenting the front of his robes. He understood her silent meaning, but chuckled. "Not like this."

"I don't think I can wait any longer—"

He silenced her with a kiss. Sweet, but short. "I want our first time to be nice, long memory."

"We'll see if you last." She sat up, straightening her clothes. He seemed disappointed by her return to a modest state.

"I will visit you next month."

"You better."

Note: Written for Smut Monday over on tumblr, organized by beyondthemoor. Couldn't resist continuing this AU as I procrastinate studying for finals. Please review! ty