I.

Do I make you nervous?

"There's only so many ways of deception," Sakura started, looking towards the bar with a smirk, "and this is the best way to do it."

Ino nodded. "True, and hey, with the way he's been drinking all night he might even sleep with you."

Sakura glared.

Ino hid a grin behind her drink.

Sakura sighed. "Okay, so it's simple right?"

She nodded. "Yeah, just get him to sign, get a drop of blood, and a strand of hair."

They both looked to the bar where their target was consuming his twenty-something shot of the night.

Ino turned backed to her friend, "Ready?"

Sakura turned and caught her devious look, she rolled her eyes, "Ya, ya, I'll meet up with you later. Have fun with Shika." At this, she winked.

Ino gasped, "WHAT THE FUCK? NO-

"Bye Ino!" and with that Sakura sat down with her target.

Ino glowered and then decided that it was about time she reported back to Shikimaru.

-x-

When she sat down beside her target – Sasuke Uchiha- she knew not to waste her time. They had quite a record of information on him, everything from his mannerisms to his life story, so she made sure to be blunt.

And maybe, more importantly, act drunk.

(Though at this point…she kind of was)

She could see he was beyond pissed drunk and decided to be direct. I've got nothing to lose. It was true, she really didn't. They could always go with plans A-Z and complete their mission that way but the opportunity arose therefore she took it.

She turned towards him. "Hey, I'm Sakura."

He shot her a brief glance. "Hn. Sasuke."

She nodded, "So…" she sighed, pretending to be frustrated, "Screw it, I'm drunk and horny – he smirked – wanna do it?"

He didn't even spare her a glance.

A slight silence then…"meet me by the washrooms, I'll be there in 5" with that, he called the bar tender over, asking about his tab.

Sakura left for the washrooms, deciding to enter the female one and do a quick prep. She swallowed the sleeping potion as it had no effect on her but once he got a taste, he's pass out in a matter of 10 minutes. She removed her coat and unhooked her bra, leaving her in a tank top, mini skirt, and heels. Seeing her nipples perk through her top she decided that she didn't need her panties either and disposed of them as well, hearing the sound of footsteps outside she decided her target had arrived.

Stepping out, he immediately pushed her against the wall, roughly shoving his tongue into her mouth, she moaned, eagerly sucking on his slick tongue, saliva mixing. He grinded his covered groin against hers, pressing her ass into the wall.

"Ohh" she moaned against him as he groped her, pulling on her hair, placing wet kisses along her neck and then squeezing her breasts. He quickly moved his hand under her barely-there mini skirt and kneaded her plump flesh, moving her against him, thrusting his pelvis. She did quick work of undoing his jeans and squeezing his balls. He groaned, thrusting into her hand as she pumped his soft length, quickly getting on her knees, he grabbed the back of her head, roughly fucking her mouth as she tried to take his 10 inch cock. He groaned while she teased his balls and deep throated him. With a final two thrusts, his balls smacked against her face, and he shook, cum seeping from the corner of her lips.

She got up, against the wall again, but wrapping her legs around his waist, he wasted no time, roughly pushing his cock into her awaiting core. She moaned, "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" bouncing on on his cock, riding him as he gripped her ass, guiding her along his slick length, the sound of skin against skin, his cum and her wetness filled the hall, and it was so hot that she rode him faster, begging for release. Suddenly, he slowed, and she knew she had took too much time.

He fell back to the floor, her still on top of him, and his length still inside her. He lay unconscious, but she needed to cum so while he was still hard, she put her knees on both sides of his thighs and moved up and down on his cock, fucking him . His balls smacked against her ass, grabbing her own tits, she fucked him, not caring who could see 'cause fuck his cock inside her pussy felt so full, so thick, she loved his dick.

She rubbed her clit while jumping urgently, her tits bouncing as she did so. She rode him, tightening her pussy, convulsing around his thick length, eager for release. She could feel his cock hitting her fast and hard, her juices running down her thighs, coating his cock, fucking him, milking his seed as she forced all of him inside her. She came all around him, coating his cock with her juices, squirting, and shuddering from the intensity of it all.

Breathing hard and fast, she stayed there, in that dark hallway, lying slack on top of him until she regained her breath. Once she did, she was tempted to do it all over again, but his soft dick was a reminder that he was unconscious, and she couldn't risk waking him up.

Quickly, she pulls a strand of hair from his hand, and encases it into a small vial in her purse. Taking out a needle from the bag, she pricks it against the back of his neck, catches a drop of blood on it, and lets it drop into the vial as well.

Sakura gropes him in an attempt to find his wallet, she finds it in his back pocket, and she firmly cups his butt cheek before she removes the wallet. Sighing dejectedly, she notices that he has no ID or even a credit card with his signature on it. She decided that he's not a complete idiot. He knows he's being hunted, and is taking precautions.

But he's still an idiot.

Hot as hell, but an idiot nonetheless.

She just needs his signature, and this will all be over.

Standing up, she heads for the women's bathroom to grab her coat, not bothering with the rest. She steps over him on the way out, and starts dialing Ino's number.

The next day….

Banging her head against the headboard, she realized she was the idiot.