AN: Yeah, yeah, I know, I should be working on either The Dragon Empress or Enemy Fire. Problem though, I have plenty of ideas for chapters for those two, I just don't know where to go. And a lot of those ideas are for later on in the story.

So, until I can sort through them all and figure out my course of action, I'm gonna try writing some oneshots for one of my favorite couples: Sakura and Kisame!

Honestly, they might just be my main OTP. They seem to have personalities that would mesh really well together if they were actually ever given the chance to interact on a civil level.

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Nightclubs were not meant for her; he could see it in the way she regarded everyone around her. She was cautious, watchful, deliberate in her movements. Her outfit was dark, it blended into the background of the club, the dark walls and alcoves creating spaces for her to hide in. Her drinks never left her hands, and she always kept them within her eyesight.

Some would say she was nervous, that she was aware that she was prey.

He would beg to differ. No, he would chuckle and tell them they were wrong to consider her prey.

No, she was not prey.

She was the predator.

And she was hunting someone; whoever they were, he hoped that they were prepared for her.

Because he couldn't wait to see her strike.

What he hadn't considered, was that perhaps he was the prey.

Sakura would never admit to her friends that when she was feeling restless, when she was feeling a light buzzing underneath her skin, she would put on an oh so alluring outfit and go clubbing by herself.

They would lose their minds, if they ever found out that their precious, innocent, fragile Sakura liked to spend her nights alone in a hot club with complete and total strangers surrounding her.

She didn't care.

She didn't need their permission.

She didn't need them.

What they would never know, was that she always felt so alive in those dark spaces where anything could happen. She could be whoever she wanted to be in those precious hours. She didn't have to pretend to be the sweet, little, angel that everyone expected her to be.

No, here, she could be the sensual, alluring, dangerous, seductive Sakura.

She could wear dresses that went too high up.

Kakashi would tell her to find something more appropriate.

She could wear shirts that showed too much.

Sasuke would throw his coat over her shoulders.

She could wear skirts that flirted with danger.

Naruto would force her to wear something more suitable.

She could be whoever she wanted to be in these nightclubs, and damn anyone that tried to stop her.

Wherein everyone wanted her to play the vunerable victim, the delicate prey, the fragile doll, she could be different.

She could finally, finally, be the predator.

Tonight was one of those nights-

She could feel it in her blood, dancing underneath her skin.

The call to let loose and be free.

So she answered that call, and out she went without a single care for the consequences. Tonight was going to be about her.

She had chosen something dark and tempting for her outfit, something that would catch eyes and hands. A black, floor length, skirt with double side slits that went up to her upper thigh; fishnet tights with small rhinestones scattered about; a maroon, cropped, sleeveless, form fitting shirt with a mock turtleneck; and strappy, black heels. Sakura piled her long hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, acentuating her neck and shoulders. She wore silver tassle earrings, and a few bangles that clinked together when she moved her wrists. Her makeup was vampy; eyes a smoky masterpiece, cheekbones highlighted to heaven, lips painted a dark wine red.

Sakura knew from the moment she walked in, that she had caught someone's attention already, and that made her grin. She glanced around the area, looking for the mysterious eyes that she could feel leaving a trail as they raked over her form.

She found them, in the VIP section, and they belonged to a familiar face.

She flashed a dangerous smile, and winked.

Kisame lifted his drink in her direction, his own predatory smile in place.

Let the game begin.

He knew her, knew who she was, who she was friends with, but at the same time, he didn't know her, not truly, at least.

He knew that she was a prodigy in the medical field, a near genius in martial arts, and the only female able to handle his best friend's annoying litle brother.

He wanted to know more about her.

He wanted to know what her skin felt underneath his palm.

He wanted to know the sounds she made when pleasure was all she knew.

He wanted to know what it would be like to dominate her.

He needed to know if her moans would be as delicious as he imagined them to be.

So when she winked at him before disappearing into the throbbing crowd below, he felt excitement flow through his veins.

She wanted to see if he would come hunt her down.

She wanted to challenge him.

He chuckled darkly before tossing the rest of his drink back; he stood up and walked out of his private room, but not before glancing back and catching her watching him from the bar. Her enticing grin was all he needed before he disappeared.

When he came down the stairs at the back of the club, he swept his gaze across the dance floor, searching for his vixen.

His vixen.

His vixen.

His vixen.

Emerald eyes rimmed in kohl and smoke caught his eyes the moment that thought swept through his mind, and they beckoned him towards her. A dark promise was lurking in their depths, a promise that made his stomach tighten in anticipation. He couldn't tell, but his deranged smile only made her excited, it told her of all the dark things he planned on doing to her once she was his.

So she turned sideways and beckoned him forward with her finger, before twisting and mixing in with the crowd around that pulsed in time with the beat.

He growled, parting the crowd with his sheer size and aura.

Everyone moved out of his way, but none of them were able to produce the minx that had captivated him since their first meeting all those years ago.

He kept moving forward, catching glimpses of pink in the corners of his eyes.

The hunt was on.

Sakura stood in an alcove. Her chest moved up and down quickly, the excitement of switching between the hunter and the hunted made her breath rush out of her.

She knew she had pushed Kisame a bit far with her game, but she wanted to see if he could keep up.

If he would be willing to step up to the plate.

She closed her eyes and let out a breathless laugh, only to stop when she felt a hand grip her waist and pull.

"My, my, such a vixen, making me chase you all over." A husky vice whispered in her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin. She shivered as Kisame's other hand grabbed her waist as well in a tight grip. She pressed herself up against him, purposely pushing her chest into his.

His dark eyes seemed to grow even darker with her little act, so she pushed her luck with him.

She lifted her arms to rest her hands on his chest, then quickly dragged her painted nails down the expanse of his broad, muscular chest, stopping only when she reached the waistband of his designer jeans. Kisame growled in response, tugging her even closer while his hands moved of their own accord. One found her lower back, the other moved to grip her right thigh and tugged it up. He pressed her further into the alcove, their breaths mingling in the tight space.

"You are playing with fire." He growled out, before pressing his hips against her. Her stuttered moan made his stomach tighten and coil even more. He dipped his head down and dragged his sharp teeth against the expanse of her neck, nevermind that it was covered currently.

"You gonna talk all night, or are you gonna actually do something-" Her words were cut off when he pressed his lips against hers in a demanding kiss.

Their lips burned from the contact, and that only spurred them forward. Sakura gripped his shirt and pulled.

Kisame squeezed her thigh tightly, igniting the fire Sakura felt deeply. She knew that he would be her downfall.

And that was exactly what she wanted.