Chapter I :A hot Summer Night

It wasn't often that Sakura slept in nothing but her cheeky underwear, but on a summer night like this one where it wasn't just hot-it was downright sticky-she had no choice. Not to mention all of Konoha was having some sort of air-conditioning emergency.

So, it was old fashion fans and ice or water based jutsu that offered the only form of respite. Seeing as Sakura was bereft of her chakra from training under Tsunade-sama all day, a chilly jutsu wasn't an option. So, after she huffed it into her small studio apartment in the center of Konoha where most of the other Genin and Chuunin lived and opted for a cold shower, she found herself deciding that just her neon blue panties with "foxy" written on the back would suffice for sleepwear.

Until the chuunin exam and around the time that he left, Sakura had been staying with her parents, but in an effort to feel less useless as a developing Kunoichi, she moved into a small studio apartment on her own. Although, admittedly, the place wasn't all that far from where her parents were staying, it was still her own space and she was close to a lot of the other young ninjas. Not to mention, her teammate and close friend, Uzumaki Naruto was just on the other side of the same building and something about his proximity pleased her. She liked knowing that his brilliant blue eyes were only a few steps away. Come to think of it, she hadn't actually seen the baka in almost a day-and-a-half. Tsunade had her so busy with medical training and now that Jiraiya was back in town, Naruto was fully committed to training so he could go after him again. Sakura's eyes glazed over for a second as she stopped to think of the promise Naruto made to bring him back. Something about that promise just didn't sit well with her and not just because of what that guy had become...no something else about it really saddened her. She'd already lost one dear friend...but even the thought of losing those brilliant blue eyes and never hearing his stupid laugh again...she felt hollow. Could it be that she needed Naruto?

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Gah! What was she thinking. It's just because he's a loyal friend and part of her ninja team. Nothing wrong with wanting to be close to a friend right? Pfft! Besides, she'd see him in the morning. Tsunade had mentioned something about Jiraiya taking her and Naruto on another joint mini-mission. She rolled her eyes when she remembered the last time she went on a 'mission' with Jiraiya and he had ended up spending both her and Naruto's money on hookers. Pervy Sage indeed. At least tomorrow should be entertaining.

Sakura blew a stray chunk of her pink locks out of her eyes. She could already feel a bit of sweat starting to collect on her lower back from the humidity in the room.

"Alotta good that cold shower did..." Sakura mumbled under her breath.

"argh. I'm too tired to give a crap. Cha..." She flopped down onto her stomach on her sheets and fell asleep spread-eagle like a giant starfish to keep cool.

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Sometime around 3am, Sakura found herself so much hotter than she was when she went to sleep and also incredibly aroused. For a fleeting second she thought she should feel embarrassed, but the thought vanished the instant she felt two powerful and slightly rough hands on her skin.

One had its fingers spread out flat on her stomach and the other was doing unspeakable things to the hottest part of her. Those hands felt so comfortable and so so good on her skin. They played her like a violin. She opened her eyes and realized it was still twilight and much too dark in her room to see the face of her cassanova. Shouldn't I be alarmed that someone is in my room and fondling me? No, fondling me is the wrong word-more like torturing me with pleasure. Just then the hand that was splayed on her stomach made its way down her hip and to her thigh where it pushed her legs further apart ever so gently. Sakura gasped; her mystery man responded with a small chuckle. Sakura squinted to try and make out his features more clearly. She could only see the silhouette of his form: the coiled power in his bare back; the sculpted muscle of his biceps; the scars from training on his forearms; most of all, his incredible smell.

She could hardly contain herself as she drew in the scent of him. She felt a rush between her legs as she knew she was getting wetter by the second and she blushed at the thought. Then, as though he could see her face in the dim light, he plunged two fingers deep inside her. Sakura cried out at the sudden invasion. O! It felt incredible. She was so close to the edge. He withdrew them and teased around her opening. Who is he? He thrust them in again and curled them ever so slightly-pushing her closer. His thumb found its way to her clitoris and she moaned even more loudly. He pushed her thighs apart a bit more.

Sakura couldn't stand it anymore. This man was about to make her explode and she couldn't see who the hell he was. She arched her back and lifted her head off the sheets. The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon directly to the right of her bed and as the light slowly sparkled in through her drawn shades, she squinted once more. The man took the final opportunity to bow his head down. Was he hiding from her? He moved his head lower...lower still...and then he buried his face in her heat and plunged his tongue into her. He withdrew it and..was he smiling? Again, he plunged his tongue deep within her and then placed his lips on her and sucked her dry. Sakura screamed as she released and through her tear streaked ecstasy she glanced up. In the morning light, she saw bright blonde spikes and the edge of brilliant blue eyes staring up at her.