A/N: Hi there, all. This idea popped into my head and I just couldn't make it go away, so I decided to write it down and post it. I know it's short, but I plan to write the backstory here in a few days, so stay tuned! :) By the way, Sakura is somewhere around 20 in this fic.

Disclaimer: I own nothing here within.

Chapter 1: Out of Hand

It was just supposed to be a release, a way to keep their minds on the mission and not anywhere else.

That was how it had started, anyways.

But now, as Haruno Sakura threaded her fingers through her lover's shaggy mane and bit down on her lip to suppress her moans because their team was sleeping in just the next room, as he whispered her name like a prayer and with each powerful thrust brought her just a little closer to God, she conceded that perhaps things had gotten out of hand.

Suddenly he seized her by the hips and drew her even closer, pistoning impossibly deeper and hitting the spot that never failed to set her aflame. Sakura's back arched as she hissed, "Yes, yes," like a mantra, the pleasure pooling just behind her navel until she thought it would drive her mad.

It was wrong. Oh, it was so wrong, but the immorality of their deeds did nothing but fuel the fire between them. They both knew it, yet neither could bring themselves to stop—they were too lost in the passion they gave to one another to care.

The pink-haired vixen suddenly trembled in heady release and her lover covered her mewl with sloppy yet tender kisses that she leapt to return. She never wanted this to stop. She would never be sated.

His breath was shaky and Sakura could feel the firm muscles of his stomach quiver with the nearness of his own orgasm. They had done this enough times by now that she could tell when he was close, knew by the quickening and desperation of his thrusts that he was on the verge.

"Say it," he pleaded against her cheek, his voice a hoarse whisper that was nearly lost in the dark.

The night obscured the devilish grin on her lips as she whispered the words that never failed to push him over the edge. With the softest of groans, he filled her with his seed as he cradled her in his shaking arms.

"Come inside me, sensei…"

A/N: Like it? Abhor it? Lemme know. :) More to come soon. Thanks for reading!