Hey, It's been very long since I've written anything, but my passion seems to have come back.

Here's a little story (that ended up being a long-length complicated and angst-y story) for whoever reads it, because there are definitely not enough NaruSaku stories around here. Seriously, it's a healthy relationship, there should be more!

I was a bit upset at the ending of the manga, and this is my way to cope with it.

I have never attempted to write in English, as all my other stories are in french, and written more than 5 years ago. But now I'm 19, and I thought it was about time to start writing again. This is the first English story I've ever written.

Enjoy, and leave a review to tell me what you thought about it!

Rose

Chapter 1

She was sitting at the bar, taking sips out of her vodka-filled glass. She didn't even like alcohol, but tonight, desperate times called for desperate measures. Her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the moving bodies, grinding against each other in a languid manner to the rhythm of the sensual music. She could almost smell the sweat and desire rolling off people's bodies in the air, almost suffocating her.

"Sakura," he groaned into her ear, moving languidly into her. His voice shaking her to the core and the smell of their sweat mingled with their arousal making her dizzy.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake off these memories. This was not why she was here. She was here to forget, not to remember him.

Her eyes continued to scan the room, taking in the couples making out on the side. One woman was pushed against the wall while her partner was slowly grinding into her, his mouth latched onto her throat. Another couple, albeit being in a public area, was being blatantly obvious about their activities, as the boy's hand was moving ferociously under the table, making the woman who had his tongue down her throat squirm in her seat and pull at his hair.

Her eyes widened, and her voice froze in the middle of her conversation with Ino. She was afraid to look at him, but she could clearly feel his fingers moving over her panties-clad privates under the table.

"Sakura? Are you okay?" worriedly inquired Ino, noticing her friend's sudden change in demeanor.

"Can you endure this Sakura? Can you endure my fingers stroking your cunt like this for everyone to see?" his breath ghosted the shell of her ear. "You like this don't you, you like being handled in front of others, you dirty girl."

"Yeah, sorry Ino, I thought I felt something on my leg," she stuttered, trying to keep herself from moaning loudly.

Her friend Ino was dancing with Sai to the rhythm of music, moving her hips from side to side while he held her against his body. She was the one who convinced her to accompany them, trying to get her laid and forget the past few months.

"You can't wallow in self-pity Sakura, Sai and I are going out to have fun and you're coming. You have to find a nice boy to get you off," insisted Ino.

"You know I hate nightclubs, I never used to go there when we were together."

"That's another reason why you're going tonight."

She almost wished they were still together just so he could see her here, just to rub it in his face and make him swallow his pride one last time. She smiled to herself before taking a long swing of her drink, a grimace appearing on her face at the bitter taste coating her tongue. Although she hadn't even drank one glass, she needed some of it in her system to be able to go through the night.

This is useless, she thought to herself. Getting up, she pulled down the skirt Ino had forced her to wear tonight, before making her way towards the exit of the club. This night was a waste of her time, and the atmosphere was making her sick. This is not how she wanted to move on from her ruined relationship.

Going through the door, it shut loudly behind her as she leaned against the wall, pulling out her phone to tell her friend that she was leaving. She was aware of the constant throbbing in her feet, and the headache she knew was coming. This is why she didn't like noisy places.

Yanking at her heels, she set them beside her on the ground and attempted to call a car to go home, before a voice stopped her.

"Rough night?"

Leaning on the wall was a young blond man, looking at her with a cigarette between his fingers. "You could say so," she stated. The man, who seemed to be around her age, simply laughed. He pulled the cigarette to his lips and took a long puff of it, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, before turning his head to stare into her eyes. His eyes were what she would call a deep clear blue colour, what romantics or poets would label the colour of the ocean. They seemed to spark under the dim light of the entrance, and had a certain tenderness to them, mixed with a hint of sadness.

"Already going home? The night has barely started." Sakura watched him carefully, he had a way of standing that was both nonchalant and jumpy.

"I hate nightclubs," she replied.

"Well, it's your lucky night. I hate them too," he grinned, showing sharp fangs.

-: :-

Biting into her fry, she laughed, smudging a bit of ketchup on the corner of her lips. The man in front of her smiled back, watching her while taking a sip from his straw. He took a napkin from his tray and handed it to the pink-haired woman. "You have a bit of sauce on your face," he said.

She blushed, embarrassed at her messiness, wiping her mouth and stammering an apology.

"It's okay, I think it's adorable."

"That's disgusting Sakura. How do you manage to make such a mess of yourself every time you eat fries?" he snapped.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away."

"Whatever."

"Why were you at the nightclub if you hate it?" she inquired, taking a bite from her burger.

"My friends forced me to go out with them for a boys' night out, they claim it's cleansing," he shrugged. "I have no idea why I followed through."

"Wouldn't it be to kidnap harmless young women when they have their guard down?" she joked.

He laughed. "You don't seem harmless though, I bet you can throw a good punch at any man who was being too forward."

"You're damn right I can!"

Looking at her phone, she decided that it was getting a bit late as time was nearing the early hours of the morning, and that she would have to leave her new friend before there was a shortage of available cabs. She looked outside the fast-food restaurant's window. People were starting to leave the nightclub she was at a few hours prior, many swinging from side to side, trying to hold on onto their friends or partners. She was certain that more than a few were taking new acquaintances home to get to know each other more on a physical level. She started to dial to call a cab, when the blond man stopped her.

"There's no need to call a cab, I can take you home. My car is around the corner," he smiled, dimples forming at the corners of his mouth.

"Now I'm going to truly believe you're trying to kidnap me. Am I going to be dead by the morning Mr. serial killer?"

"Who knows my rose," he joked back. "Are you willing to take the risk?"

-: :-

Their pleasant conversation came to a halt when he turned right on her street, and stopped in front of her building. She unbuckled her seat belt, and before she knew it, he was outside at the passenger side's door, opening it for her.

"My my, you're such a gentleman."

"Roses like you deserve the best treatment at the end of a night out," he grinned teasingly, pulling her to her feet and blushing lightly.

"Going to a fast food restaurant is not what I call a night out."

"There's no need to insult my favourite place," he exclaimed, falsely offended. "You bruise me."

"You know I'm not serious. It was very enjoyable," she admitted. "Who knew I would make a new friend at the end of a painfully boring night?"

"Not me for sure," he murmured, standing there in front of her, as his eyes darkened. She smiled up at him, relishing the fact that he was so tall. She looked at her building's entrance, incredibly apprehensive at the boldness she was going to exhibit.

"Would you like to come in for tea?"

-: :-

Allowing him to enter her house, she closed the door behind him, and removed her shoes. Turning around, she bumped into his large and firm chest. Even in the dark, she could distinguish his handsome features, and the sharp outline of his cheekbones. He was a sight, she decided, biting her lips. If she was going to spend the night out, why not take fully advantage of it? Making her decision, she latched onto his shoulders before pressing her mouth to his.

"This is not tea," he said, pushing her back against the door she had previously locked.

"I don't usually do this," she murmured into his mouth in between kisses. He was driving her crazy.

"Me neither," he replied, not stopping once from abusing her mouth with his kisses.

Suddenly, his lips were on her neck and he was sucking at her pulse, his hand travelling down her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding into him. A deep groan left his lips, as his hardness started to grow. She held his face between her hands, scratching at his whiskers. She could have sworn that she heard him growl deeply, but she was busy focusing on the way his hands were caressing her.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he grunted, breathing heavily.

"My room's down the hall," she replied back, a moan escaping her lips when his hand grabbed a handful of her backside. At this point, she was far too gone.

He held her firmly against him, his mouth not leaving hers, while walking towards the room she just indicated. She pushed the door with her feet, unwrapping herself from around him, and pushing him back towards her bed. Too occupied by the other, they failed to notice the book on the ground on which he tripped, her following and landing on his chest. Stunned by the sudden occurrence, they both stared at each other before laughing. He stood up, taking her with him, as her hands were working on taking off his shirt. Pushing him on the bed, she threw the offensive garment on the side as her hands roamed his sculpted chest.

"Do you work out?" she inquired, breathless.

"Yeah, why?" he replied, attempting to take off her skirt.

She simply kept kissing him, one hand in his soft locks, and the other trailing down his stomach, following his trail of hair. Her mouth suddenly latched onto his neck, right above his clavicle, and he suddenly jerked, holding her close to him. Soon, her skirt was off, her shirt following, leaving her in the silk underwear she wore earlier in hopes of getting into the position she was in at the moment. Although she would have liked any derivation of this position as well.

Getting off his lap, she kneeled in front of him in the middle of her bed, and unbuckled his belt. He lifted his hips to allow her to take his pants off, his mouth finding hers once again as his pants flew across the room. Sitting again on his lap, she could feel his hardness through her panties, and she ground slowly but forcefully onto it. He groaned and bit her lower lip, eliciting a deep sigh from Sakura.

His hand reached her back, and he unclasped her bra, albeit with difficulty, before throwing it to the side, relishing the view of her heaving chest and hardened nipples. His mouth automatically latched onto one, and his hand massaged her other breast. He was doing wonderful things with his mouth, and her brain was clouded with pleasure. She could feel the excitement pooling at her lower stomach, and her wetness pooling in her underwear, creating an itch she wanted to scratch really badly.

As if hearing her thoughts, the young man trailed a hand down her stomach, leaving goosebumps in his trail, before caressing her womanhood through her wet panties. She arched into him, sighing deeply into his ear. His hand sneaked inside her underwear, and the contact between his fingers and her clit sent a jolt of pleasure though her body, causing her to scrape delightfully at his scalp. She hadn't been touched like this in a very long time.

His fingers were doing wonders to her nether regions, as he stroked her slowly, rolling her bud between his index and middle finger. He increased the pace, heavy breaths encouraging him, making her grip his biceps hard, her nails nearly tearing at the skin covering the muscular limb. "Fuck, that's good," she swore into his ear, and it was the most erotic thing he had ever heard in his entire life. He kept his ministrations for a few minutes, and Sakura could feel herself nearing the edge. He could feel it as well, because he licked a line from her breast to her ear. "Come for me, my rose," he whispered, and that's all she needed to tip over the edge, holding on to him, her head thrown back in a silent cry, as whispered curses flew freely from her parted lips. He kept rubbing her while she rode her orgasm, whispering things into her ear that would make her blush if she wasn't too far gone. She just laid on his chest, waiting to come down from her euphoria, as he stroked her hair with the hand that wasn't inside her underwear. She got off him and removed her last soaked garment, and pushed him on his back before removing his underwear, leaving him lying there in all his glory. Under the patch of dark blond hair stood his hardened length, the tip red and swollen. He was big, bigger than her last and only other partner, and it filled her with excitement.

She wrapped a hand around him, starting with long strokes, and kneeled in front of him, tentatively putting her mouth on his penis. A groan left his parted lips. He was staring at her like she was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen, and it made her feel beautiful, knowing she hadn't forgotten how to use her mouth this way. She took him inside her mouth, sucking as much as she could, while holding the rest with her hands. She rolled her tongue around it, paying special attention to the tip, while he had a hand in her hair, stroking her gently and murmuring to himself. The haze he was in made her feel proud to be the one to render him speechless.

Here she was, talking about a man she just met as if she was in love with him.

When he felt himself getting too close, he tried to stop her, but she wouldn't have it. She swat his hands away and continued her ministrations, until he suddenly came inside her mouth. Not wanting to clean any mess, she swallowed it as fast as she could to avoid the bitter taste of it. Spitters are quitters, would remind her Ino. He flopped down into her bed and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her face to his and kissing her like a starved man. She didn't pay attention to it earlier, but his mouth had a salty taste, mixed with a musky and bitter taste that must have been from the fingers he licked that were previously between her legs. It wasn't necessarily a pleasant taste, but the action turned her on even more. Taking advantage of him lying there, she kissed his chest, her nails scraping at his nipples, leaving red marks in her path. He pushed her on her back and climbed on top of her, returning her ministrations. Sakura was getting excited as his mouth neared her pussy. When his lips finally settled between her legs, she finally let out a long sigh, followed by a little yelp when he bit her nether lips. His tongue delved deeper, circling her already sensitive nub, as his hands kept her legs spread open.

And suddenly, he turned into a beast, as his mouth ravaged her. She finally understood the meaning of the term "eating-out".

Sakura moaned so loudly that she was sure the whole building heard her, in the middle of the night nonetheless. Her back arched as her hips writhed, but he held her down, the muscles of his back and arms flexing, and his tongue eagerly lapping. She put her head up, staring at the top of his locks, tugging at them, and moving wildly. She felt him groan into her, and came right there and then into his mouth, swearing loudly. He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and kissed her, while she tasted the bitter taste of her cum. They just laid there, kissing and feeling each other up, Sakura still amazed by his skills.

"Do you have any condoms?" he grunted into her ear, while her hand was stroking him.

"On the drawer to your right," she whispered, pleased with his caution. He detached himself from her to get a pack, wrapping it around himself, and laying down on the bed once again. He looked into her eyes to make sure that she really wanted this, and she simply smiled at him and kissed him. He hovered on top of her, before positioning himself at her entrance, and pushing inside. They both sighed at the feeling, as he sheathed himself to the hilt. He slowly moved inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels sitting on top of his finely sculpted buttocks. "Faster," she groaned, and he complied. He was moving fast and hard inside her, and she was loving every moment of it. Getting tired of this position after some time, he turned her around, and entered her from behind, while she was on all four. The sounds of her cries were muffled by her sheets, but he wanted to hear all of them. He pulled her up, so that her back was against his chest, while he moved fast inside of her, their skins slapping soundly. She turned her head to press her lips against his, and one of his hands grabbed her breast while the other was rolling her clit gently between his fingers like he previously did, as he learned that she liked it a lot. Sakura thought that she was seeing stars, as she tugged at the locks falling in front of his eyes, while sweat was rolling down his face. He was taking her with raw and passion, and she wouldn't have it any other way if she was to release the built up sexual tension that her little toy couldn't relieve. After what seemed like an eternity, the feeling of his large member inside her, and his fingers around her nub were enough to tip her over the edge. She came harder than the first time, her walls tightening and quivering around his length, but he kept going faster and faster, Sakura crying out at the over-stimulation. He kept stroking her clit, while she dug her nails into his biceps. He came with a groan, teeth sinking deep into her shoulder, and almost drawing blood. Sakura finally collapsed with him on top of her, and laid there for a few minutes to catch her breath. Her pussy was still quivering, and her handsome partner was still inside of her. He got off her to throw the condom in the bin next to her bed. He laid back down next to her as she turned around and laid her head on his chest.

"You know smoking might kill you right?" she said, noticing the cigarette he was rolling between his fingers, reminding her of when they were between her legs.

"What are you, my doctor?" he joked. "Besides, I'm not going to smoke it inside. It's just a habit I picked up. I only smoke when I'm stressed out."

"I might not be your doctor, but I am a doctor actually," she replied. "Were you stressed out tonight outside the club?"

"It's my job," he answered, "I'm a fireman, and today was a very stressful day."

"I get it," she nodded, looking at her ceiling. Her job was stressful as well, and very similar to his. They both saved lives, and they also both lost lives as well. But this night was exactly what she needed. After her break-up with Sasuke, she hadn't really thought about satisfying her needs, but she was glad she stumbled upon the man in her bed.

"I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago," she started, "I found him with another woman on this exact same bed. I'm glad I replaced that memory with a better one."

"He must have been a real cunt," he judged.

She thought for a moment, "yeah, he was. I feel stupid, I'm still not over him."

"We're all stupid sometimes," he shrugged. Everything is so easy with this man, she thought to herself. She could easily find herself falling in love with him if she got to know him better, and she wasn't sure what to think of that. "I'm taking you on a real date next time," he pondered.

"Why? Wasn't this date real enough for you?" she smirked, looking down at their tangled bodies.

He blushed lightly, scratching the back of his head. "I was thinking that something better than a fast food restaurant should be a real first date."

"I thought it was your favourite place," she giggled.

"I never denied it being a good place, I just think there's better," he answered, kissing the top of her head as she yawned. "You should go to sleep, you look tired," he said, attempting to get up.

She stopped him with her body, holding him down on the bed. "Where do you think you're going?" she inquired.

"Home, I'm going to let you sleep."

"Stay the night, please," she asked him. There was a certain vulnerability in her eyes as she stared at him. She must have been lonely, and as lonely he was, he wasn't going to refuse the offer to spend the night with a beautiful women wrapped in his arms.

"Alright."

Wrapping herself securely inside his arms, she grabbed the covers and put them over them, snuggling into his muscular chest. She was noticing the red marks forming, and she was pleased with herself to say the least.

"I don't even know your name," he murmured into her hair. "I took a beautiful woman to bed and I haven't even asked her for her name."

"I think I'm the one who took you to bed," she blushed, giggling to herself. "Sakura Haruno is my name."

"Well I'll be damned. I was wrong, you're not a rose after all. You're a cherry blossom," he teased.

She punched him lightly in the arm, laughing at how sappy he was being. "You're fond of nicknames as I see."

"What would you rather have me call you? Beauty? Doll?" he smiled.

"Call me by my name, the one I just gave you, if you haven't already forgotten," she suggested, "I'll find you a nickname as well, handsome." Sakura looked up at him, realization dawning into her. "I don't even know your name yet!"

His hand trailed down her arm, stroking it gently.

"Naruto Uzumaki, and I'll make you scream it so much that you'll forget your asshole of an ex's name for good," he whispered huskily into her ear, rolling her on top of him.

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