{Written While Listening To "Love, Sex, and Magic" by Justin Timberlake ft. Ciara}
Who knows when it started, the beginning of this twisted relationship, forgotten to the two as their bodies moved as one single entity. Taking pleasure from the other in a frenzy of carnal need and passion like ravenous wolves attracted to the sent of blood they craved the others heated touch, demanded and took as they pleased from the other...
...Sakura had always been the defenseless little girl on team seven, the one who needed to be saved. Not anymore now she was all grown up and instead of running from danger she sought it out, thrived on the feel of it in any form she could have it. Today's danger happened to be an emotionally lacking, red headed, S-Rank criminal who she had killed with her own hands. The one and only Sasori, a walking wet dream with those molten brown eyes shining with an underlying promise of a dark seduction, the gravity defying red hair that made sakura want to spread her fingers through it or give it a nice tug as she writhed under his well defined body. She didn't know who started it when she was suddenly kissing him tugging on his red hair as she had thought of not even a mere moment ago but she knew she never wanted it to stop and as far as either of them could think, it never would...