Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Naruto, nor do I make any money off of their use. Alas, I'm just a poor fanfiction writer.

Warning: Slight rape.

Isn't this what I wanted? What I dreamed about and craved for years and years? For him to take me like this? For his hands and lips and legs to be in those places? For his firm body to be pressed against my body in this way? This friction between us?

No.

This isn't what I wanted.

I don't want these kisses. So forceful that they bruise my lips, make be gag and suck the breath out of my lungs, leaving me dizzy. I don't want these hands, one holding my gloved wrists together above my head so tightly that my fingers were going numb, and the other stripping me, revealing these secret places.

I don't want his body on top of mine like this, his legs holding mine down, his hips purposely applying too much pressure so that I couldn't breath nor move.

I don't want his eyes, running over my body, hungrily filled with lust and frustration as I struggled against him. I didn't want his hips there, rolling against mine, creating such a delicious friction that was painful and pleasurable at the same time.

This isn't what I wanted. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Sasuke was supposed to finally realize my feelings for him and accept them. He was supposed to ask me to be his girlfriend, and after a few months of dating, he was supposed to carry me back to his apartment one day, kissing me tenderly and lie me down on his bed. We would then gently make love.

My arms would wrap around his shoulders, and not be bound. His would gently caress my face, shooing away all of my nervousness, not be ripping the clothes from my body and tossing my weapons pack far out of reach.

My eyes would shut, and his lips would gently touch mine. And I would willingly let him make love to me.

I

Would not be

Raped.

Not here. Not in this place, so far away from home, amongst the trees and leaves and animals. Not where no one can hear my screams and pleas. Where I can't escape, but where he can disappear so easily from me yet again. Back to Orochimaru. Back to where I can't reach out to him, where my fingers don't even come close to his flesh.

Sasuke's lips, tired of being bitten by my teeth, wandered to my exposed neck, seeking the tender flesh there, and began sucking up harsh brusies.

I couldn't help myself, and a tiny moan escaped my lips. My body arched up to his, unwillingly pressing my chest against his bare one. For a moment, he tensed, and then, taking that as a sign of approval, let go of my hands. He then grabbed my collar, and ripped my shirt straight down the middle, immediately relieving me of the fabric.

I took in a sharp breath, just as his lips crushed against mine, his tongue worming its way into my mouth, sliding past mine. His hands slide down to my breasts, fingers toying gently with my nipples stroking them to full hardness.

My body jolts, and with it comes an increase in adrenline, that once again sends me fighting against a thoroughly surprised Sasuke. My near moans become cries and pleas yet again. The heat of his bare flesh against mine sends tremors of terror through my body.

"Sasuke N--."

My brief cry for help was cut short as his lips found mine again with the same intensity that they had first held what seemed like hours, but was only moments earlier, back when I first ran into him.

When I had foolishly daydreamed as I walked through the Hidden Leaf. When I was foolishly struck with confidence. As I allowed my heart to fill with hope. Hope that if I could just leave the Leaf, that he would be there. That I could just show him how much I've grown. That if I could just reach out to him, that my fingers would graze his skin, and he would yearn for me the way I yearned for him. That he would feel my love and he would want to return. Instead of me constantly reaching for him and finding nothing but empty space, he would stop and wait for me. Letting me grasp him and pull him towards me.

I would bring him back. Bring him home.

But instead, when I left the Leaf, Sasuke was indeed there, standing silently, staring back at me.

Only, when I reached for him, I only found hatred in return. A drawn blade, fists and feet. And no matter how hard I reached, he only struggled like a captured animal to escape.

I'm not sure who kissed first.

But before I knew it, I was where I am now. On the ground, pressed up against the rough roots of a tree, his lips on mine, fingers and legs struggling with mine. Me fighting with my body and my mind. One so eager and ready, one resisting with words like 'logic' and 'reason'.

He stopped, and so did I, and for a moment, we were at a stand still. I could hear his heartbeat, in the quiet of the forest. I could smell the scent of his skin for the first time. I could feel his limbs trembeling.

'Wait… what?'

Then I realized. This was his first time too. First time to hold someone this way. To kiss them like this. To see a body exposed in this way, writhing underneath him. I could feel his hardness against my thigh, see the sweat run down his body, feel the soreness his lips left behind.

"S--Sakura…" He whispered, softly, barely audible.

My resolve weakened at that. All caution disappeared, and I was swept up in desire and need for Sasuke. My body won in the battle between my brain and my craving.

Then, everything moved slower. Smoother.

Slowly, everything became what I wanted. His movements became more gentle. His lips ran feather light across my body. My limbs trembled uncontrollably as he lifted my hips, sliding my shorts off of my body and discarding them, leaving me nude underneath him.

His eyes traveled across my skin in silent worship, memorizing every curve and trail with long, lingering glances. I can't even begin to explain the confidence I experienced when I realized what my body was doing to him. When I realized that it was the curve of my hips, the dip of my stomach, the texture of my skin, the shadow my kiss-swollen lips were casting that turned him on so, making his cock harder against my legs.

My cheeks turned scarlet, and I shut my eyes as Sasuke's hands traveled, more gentle than I could ever have imagined them to be, taking mental notes on spots I found pleasurable, and revisiting them with trembling tongue and teeth and lips. I could feel the warm moisture starting to pool between my legs, and my trembling subsided. My moans as his teeth and lips met my sensitive nipples resounded through the forest, masking Sasuke's slightly cocky chuckle.

I groaned when I felt his arms leave mine, and after a few moments of lost contact, I opened my eyes to see what was going on, only to find him hovering over me, his skin completely naked, blushing like mad.

I felt obliged to thank someone or something. To pray to the old Hokages or perhaps even Lady Tsunade for somehow gifting me with this moment. I wanted to thank the light that shone through the trees, illuminating Sasuke's skin, making me wonder what I'd done to deserve to lay with someone as breathtakingly beautiful as Uchiha Sasuke.

While I was silently worshipping, Sasuke slid in between my thighs, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. His eyes met mine, I could feel his member pressing up against my entrance and for a brief second, I was immediately aware of everything for the first time.

After this… everything would change.

Sasuke entered me, and my innocence was no more.

Our shallow happiness, seemed to shatter with one swift movement. With one, quick, painful thrust, he was buried to the hilt in me, the heat between us nearly scalding. With one action, suddenly, the world seemed to spin on a different axis. I then realized that nothing could go back the way it was. We could never again reform the simplicity of Team 7. We had erased our past, our almost destiny, and had somehow replaced it with… something else.

A cry of pain erupted from my throat, as I arched into Sasuke, spreading my legs wider in an attempt to make more room for him. Pain of being stretched for the first time ached through my muscles, causing me to dig my nails roughly into the smooth skin of Sasuke's back. He hissed in pleasurable pain, but remained still until the pain subsided. His lips left a soft trail of kisses across my neck and breasts, meant more to soothe than to arouse.

Soon, I couldn't take it. Soon, the feeling of Sasuke's hardness resting within me, unmoving, pressed so softly against that pleasurable spot within me grew unbearable. My hips moved, and I moaned, silently urging him to shift within me.

He happily obliged.

The friction between us was like magic. The pain was still there, and in such amounts that I was both amazed and ashamed at myself for liking it. Wasn't I being raped? Wasn't he forcing me? Holding me down with his arms and silent threats?

None of that seemed to matter now, as I cried out as his pace increased, his breathing becoming shaky. I forced my eyes open, determined to capture a look at his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth hanging slightly open, soft pants escaping from them, as he frequently opened his eyes. I imagined he was taking mental snapshots of me, then working towards whatever frenzied moment he captured me in.

My body couldn't stop moving, thrusting back to meet his thrusts. Arching up to press my breasts to his chest, my head rolling from side to side, except when I would force myself to remain still, as Sasuke would press his lips to mine for a brief kiss.

Soon, Sasuke's cock brushed past something pleasurable in me, more sensitive than the rest, and a tremor went through me, when the action was repeated I cried out, so loud that I felt ashamed and brought one hand to cover my lips. Immediately Sasuke brushed it away.
"No." He said in between pants "Don't… cover your mouth." He thrust deeper, and I bit my lips to no avail as a heated cry escaped my lips "I want… to hear your voice. I want…"

His voice trailed off, as his pace became maddening. I cried out with pain mixed with undiluted pleasure. My eyes rolled up and shut. Sasuke's hands were gripping my hips to tightly that they bruised the already sore area. I felt his movements become jerky and less smooth. His breathing increased and his moans became mingled with mine.

I wanted to see it. I wanted to witness his climax. The most precious and most vulnerable moment in Uchiha Sasuke's life.

Between my cries, I forced my eyes open. He thrust harder, so hard I cried out in pain at the sensation, then he froze, and a shudder ran through him. His cheeks turned blood red, and his jaw tensed as he tried desperately, but unsuccessfully to stifle a groan.

Then I felt a warmth spread through me like an injection. He thrust a few more times, and an explosion ran through my entire body, shattering my core, resulting in pleasurable tremers and blurry vision. Sasuke's body went limp and fell slightly against mine, his lips crashing down against mine, sucking the air out of my lungs.

"Thank you." I heard him murmur before everything went black.

Silence greeted me, as our brief interlude came to an end.

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A.N. A friend of mine inspired me to write this fanfic, but this is both my first Naruto fanfiction, and (published) lemon. So, I don't have too much experience in either area. It wasn't as lemon-y as I had intended, but I think it turned out well enough. Hopefully the "slight rape" warning at the top wasn't too confusing. I couldn't think of another term for it. I'm planning on making this a two-shot, but let me know what you think.