Judge Not

by ImperfectSnow

Sakura finds herself married to Sasuke, but what happens when she makes a decision that will change everything? One doesn't cheat on the person they love. Right? Adultery is a dark world and Sakura finds that she fits into that world a little too well. (End couple is not yet revelead - SasuSaku & SakuGen) Rated M for VERY adult content. Character death. Please R&R.

1. Never Forget

Judge Not

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Naruto or any of its characters and make no profit from this fanfic.

A/N: This is rated M for a reason, so please, no children allowed and no sensitive readers The site seems to mess up the format a bit, so if there aren't any breaks between sections, I'm really sorry. This is unbeta-ed so please excuse any grammatical errors. (Longer A/N at the end)

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Chapter 1: Never Forget

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He made love to her slowly. Always slowly. He'd build up a fire and increase the intensity, and just when she thought she might die from the tension and the passion, he'd throw her over the edge and she'd ride it out with a burning fury. It was a dance of sorts, a smouldering, fiery dance that doubled as an art form.

After each bout of fire he'd kiss her softly and tell her one thing and one thing only; "It's just you and me in this world, blossom. Never forget that."

And, God help her, she never forgot.

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"Sasuke! Breakfast! Wake up!" the kunoichi called from the over-sized kitchen of the over-sized main house in the Uchiha compound. She flipped the egg onto a red plate just as two pieces of toast popped out of the toaster. Once she was seated with two plates of food presented neatly on the table and a steaming cup of coffee in her hands a very dishevelled and shirtless Uchiha rambled into the kitchen and grumbled his way to the seat in front of him.

"Good morning, Sunshine" Sakura chanted from her side of the table after stuffing a forkful of egg into her mouth. She smiled lecherously at him and eyed his messy hair. The Uchiha took pride in his deep blue locks and so seeing him looking so unkempt made her want to take a picture and sell it to the highest bidder, she settled for a small giggle instead. Sasuke eyed her dangerously before taking a sip of the coffee in front of him.

"Hn." He replied to her merry welcome. To say that Sasuke wasn't a morning person would be a spectacular understatement; he made psychopathic murderers look cheerful. The pair fell into a comfortable silence, as was normal with Sasuke. If you enjoyed conversing with brick walls, Sasuke was your man.

"So, I'm heading down to the training field today, I'm thinking of getting some sparring time in with Kakashi. Although it's doubtful that he'll be there on time. I think it's time I swing by the market; the cupboards are looking a bit ominous, so maybe I'll do that before going to the training field. Tsunade wants me to go help out at the hospital as well, so my day is looking pretty busy." Sakura waffled on happily, basically talking to herself, while Sasuke gracefully sliced his meal into equal parts and proceeded to eat it, just as gracefully.

"Hn." Yet again. Brick wall syndrome.

"Ok, well. I'm going to shower. Would you wash up?" she stood up with her plate in her hands, waiting for a reply. Wait for it...

"Hn." There it is.

Sakura sighed as she placed her plate in the sink. For some odd reason she'd landed up married to a man that barely spoke and yet she managed to have conversations with him that required no voice. She twirled her wedding ring around her finger absent-mindedly. Opening the bathroom door she headed to the sink and brushed her teeth, and then observed herself briefly in the mirror before stripping off her clothes and heading into the shower. The hot water flattened her hair and tickled her body in streams that left her humming contentedly.

Sakura closed her eyes and turned her face up into the spray of water. Just then, warm hands encased themselves around her hips and pulled her backwards into a toned body. She sighed at the feeling of her husband against her bare back. Resting her head against his shoulder she turned her gaze side ways to look at him, only to find him facing the spray of water with his eyes tightly shut. She reached up on her toes and kissed the side of his jaw. She took in the taste of him mixed with pure water, and relished in it. Slowly, he turned his head into her lips until finally the two met in an unhurried but burning kiss.

Sakura turned her body into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. How he'd managed to get naked and sneak into the shower without her noticing was beyond her, but with his firmly muscled body pressed up against hers, she was finding it difficult to care. The Uchiha pressed his wife up against the shower wall and she hissed as the cold tiles made contact with her heated skin. He hoisted her up his body, her legs wrapped around his waist and her back pressed firmly against the wall. He kissed her deeply, delving into her mouth, inadvertently telling her everything she needed to know and so much more.

Steam filled the bathroom, droplets of vapour rolled down every surface and the windows and glass of the shower doors misted up until only two rhythmically moving figures could be seen. Through the slight breaks in the mist, one could see a sinewy man, with dark hair sticking to his face, kissing a pink-haired woman's neck and thrusting steadily into her body as she sunk her fingers into his hair and lifted her face to the heavens. Her cherry blossom lips parted soundlessly as she clenched her legs tighter and let out a breathy and ragged moan that thundered through her entire body and to her core. After that, one could see the dark-haired man speeding his motions and gripping her hips tighter in an effort not to lose control; his efforts would prove futile however, as after a few more frantic thrusts, the man could be seen biting into the woman's neck and wrapping his arms around her waist as he fell into oblivion.

Warm water streamed down their bodies, steam rising subtly from their skin. Sakura panted lightly while Sasuke let her down from the wall. Instead of letting her go, he simply rested his head on her shoulder and breathed steadily. His hands rested lightly on her hips and she lifted her arms to loop them at the base of his neck, playing lightly with the hair intertwined with her fingers.

"It's just you and me in this world, blossom. Never forget that." His first actual sentence of the day and it sent shivers down her spine. She hugged him closer and breathed in his scent; pine and soap. That was Sasuke. The two shared a brief but passion-filled kiss and then released each other.

The shower's purpose was finally fulfilled after spending the first twenty minutes doing everything but getting cleaner. Sakura found it amusing how he could walk into the kitchen like the living dead and then all of a sudden have enough energy to ravish her in the shower. Her husband would forever be a mystery to her.

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"Come on, old man! Bring it" the kunoichi yelled in the general direction of her former sensei. Kakashi had taken to the trees after Sakura had sent a shock wave of power through the ground, completely obliterating the ground he had previously vacated. Sakura knew he was going easy on her and quite frankly it irritated her. She wanted him to take her seriously. It wasn't as if she was weak, in fact over the years of training with Tsunade, she'd become viciously strong and her chakra control rivalled even the hokage's. In truth, she used her training sessions with Kakashi to vent her frustrations, be it with work or with her friends; she just took it all out on Kakashi.

Suddenly, there was a kunai flying towards he and she scoffed at its direct approach.

"A kunai? Really? Isn't that a bit... I don't know... academy-ish?" she spoke dryly. Kakashi appeared on the other side of the grounds, a sheepish grin planted behind his mask and an orange book perched in his hand.

"YOU WERE READING?" Sakura almost lifted off out of pure rage, but managed to stay grounded as she stomped her way over to Kakashi. The copy-nin bowed his head almost shamefully as she reached him and promptly bopped him on the head. He winced at the blow, but chose not to retaliate.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to get some reading in before we left for our mission tomorrow. Apparently, Tsunade has forbidden me from taking my books with me... something about 'disgusting' and 'distraction'" he looked dejected as he placed the book back in its pouch. Sakura was very close to feeling sorry for him, instead she resorted to placing her hand on the back of his head almost lovingly and messing up his carefully calculated 'do'. He crinkled his eye at her and she released her hand and prompted for him to follow her as she walked to the training ground's entrance.

"Lunch?" she asked absent-mindedly. He nodded and followed after her.

Kakashi was her best friend, her pillar in times of trouble, her shoulder to cry on, her rock, for all intents and purposes.

It was a deep-seated connection, the most profound love that neither shinobi fuelled nor quelled.

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"What do you want from me?" his voice was louder than usual, irritation and anger tainting it and making it sting. "You're never happy!"

Sakura felt like punching something, he never understood her, he could understand complex strategy plans and even her medical scrolls, but he could never understand her.

"I'm never happy?" the words seethed from her mouth, bubbling and hissing from her lips "Ha! How could I be happy when I'm married to the most miserable man in the whole world?" she narrowed her eyes dangerously, picking up a glass from the kitchen table and measuring its weight in her hand. Her anger rose to epic proportions as she decided that if she had to look at him any longer she would wretch up her breakfast. "Actually! You know what I want? I want you to leave me alone!" her shrill tone carried through their house. As big as the main house was, her voice still managed to fill every space, room and shadow without delay. Anger seemed to ripple off her body as she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

His eyes widened in disbelief and then narrowed dangerously. "You want me to leave you alone? Fine. You're about to get your wish. You're going to be all alone, with nothing but your thoughts." His voice held hints of a threat. The enraged Cherry Blossom knew that his words were true, she would be consumed by thoughts as soon as he walked out of the door, she could already feel them pushing at her temples, waiting to burst forth. The Uchiha, who seemed uncharacteristically riled up, swivelled gracefully on his heel and headed out the front door.

Sakura wasn't sure how long she'd sat at the kitchen table, mulling over her fight with Sasuke, but the next thing she knew the front door opened, Sasuke headed straight for their bedroom and then he walked out with a bag, his ANBU gear firmly in place. He spared her no glance as he walked out of the house.

She couldn't really remember what had started the fight, but she did know that it had been happening a lot lately. Like any married couple they had started out happy, more than happy, she was absolutely elated most of the time, she dreaded long missions and she couldn't wait to get home at the end of a long day. They had their minor squabbles but they always made up; with shiny new weapons, sex and -more often than not- shiny weapons and sex, but not particularly in that order. After a while, she stopped dreading long missions, worked longer hours at the hospital, went straight to bed when she got home and spent more and more time at the bar with her friends on her days off. She loved to train; she'd train every day of the week, with the exception of mission days, with Kakashi and sometimes Naruto - when he wasn't with Hinata.

Somehow, they saw less and less of each other, occasionally they'd both end up home one Saturday night and she'd convince herself that what they were doing was making love, but it was robotic and over quickly, not the way it used to be. He used to make love to her slowly.

She wasn't sure whose fault it was, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the guilt was shared. Then again, maybe neither of them was to blame, and it was just the way things went. Now they were fighting and he had probably taken a really long mission; to clear his head and get away from her. She was supposed to feel scared and panicked that he'd left while they were on bad terms, but she was so exhausted and tired of fighting that she couldn't bring herself to care anymore. It just wasn't worth it.

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A couple hours since the fight and Sakura found herself still firmly seated in her self-claimed booth at the local bar. Two empty decanters - that once held sake – sat in front of her, smirking at her like old friends.

"What are you l-looking at?" she slurred at the containers, a drunken hiccup falling between her words. A moment of rage forced its way through her drunken stupor and she flung her arm out, effectively smashing the bottles to the ground. She huffed and stared at the space vacated by the bottles.

"Another! Bring me another!" she yelled in the direction of the bartender. A waitress made her way over to Sakura, a fresh decanter balancing on her tray. Just as she was about to place the bottle on the table, a gloved hand reached out and grasped it firmly. The waitress gasped and released her grip on the bottle.

"Thank you." A calm voice said, and the plastered kunoichi imagined the slight eye-crease that would have followed those words. The waitress bowed slightly and trotted back to the long wooden bar that stretched the length of the room, and in no time at all she returned to sweep up the mess of glass and liquid on the floor. The busty blond huffed a little before scooping up all the glass into a duster tray and walking off.

Sakura didn't bother to look up as her best friend took his place across from her in the booth. The Copy-nin grabbed the small glass from in front of his slouching friend and poured himself some of the warm sake that he had acquired. Sakura grumbled and tried to grab at the bottle in front of him; he moved the bottle from her clasp effortlessly and continued to drink his sake.

"Yo." He said in his signature greeting. Sakura glanced up at him briefly, looked at the sticky table stretched out between them and then sighed. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, she felt ashamed that she found herself in the same booth every time she and Sasuke had a fight.

"Another fight, eh?" he asked nonchalantly as he placed one of his arms on the top of the seat and settled into a more relaxed position. The cherry blossom merely nodded and then flung her body back in the booth, slumping down like a withered plant, devoid of water and sunlight. She stared at him from beneath her dishevelled pink locks, her usually bright green eyes glazed over from alcohol and general distress.

Kakashi sighed and took another swig of sake, still making sure to keep the alcohol out of his friends reach.

"What was it about this time?" he asked, his cool voice never betraying any sense of urgency, but holding just the right amount of concern to show his interest. It was a recurring thing nowadays for Sakura to be sitting in this booth, drinking her worries away and huffing like a steam train. When he'd seen Sasuke rushing out of the ANBU headquarters a few hours earlier, with a certain twitch beneath his eye and a deeper-than-usual scowl adorning his face, he knew he'd find the reason for that brooding appearance sitting in the bar.

"Ah, I don't even remember. All our fights have the same base issue" she hiccupped again, her words melting together "we just manage to pile all our other shit on top of it." She sighed, leaning forward slightly, trying for the bottle, again, and turning up empty, again.

"Hm." Kakashi made a noise of non-commitment and gestured for her to continue while pouring another glass of sake, the effects of the drink warming his ears and stomach and making his body hum happily.

Sakura huffed again, that noise coming from her ex-sensei sounding so similar to her husband's but so different at the same time. While Sasuke's grunt had become cold and uninterested (just as it was when they were kids), Kakashi still managed to put a hint of humanity into it that made her feel like he was actually listening. In the recesses of her mind, she knew that this fight was worse than the others; she knew that if they didn't patch things up then the end of her marriage would sound and the death rattle would be slow. It's always slow with him.

"I mean, it could be about anything. I could ask him something and he'd ignored me so I'd start screaming and cursing and he'd just sit there!" she flapped her arms about, gesticulating to demonstrate her frustration. She reached for the bottle again, just out of reach "Dammit Kakashi! Give me that damn bottle!" she almost shrieked but found she lacked willpower as he just shook his head slightly, placing the bottle next to him in the booth like a drowsy friend leaning on him for comfort. Sakura sighed, for the hundredth time that evening, and slouched forward on the table, her head in her hands.

"Anyway, it all comes down to one thing, he doesn't understand me. I loved him… uh… love him, exactly for who he is and I tried my hardest to understand the motives behind his actions, but now…" she ruffled her hair and made an exclamation as she sat up straight, indignation bristling through her body.

"Now?" Kakashi prodded her to continue, a frown marring his face as he watched the pink-haired woman struggling with her thoughts. He hated what the fights with Sasuke did to her; they turned her cheerful, playful demeanour into one of confusion and drunken binges. He waited, watching the thoughts forming behind her eyes, scrolling like a slot machine until finally it settled on the jackpot.

"Now I'm just realising that he's never made an effort to understand who I am. I'm his wife, the woman who cooks for him, fucks him whenever he wants it-" the silver-haired man waved his hand in a circular motion to indicate that he wanted her to skip past the sordid details "and then he never asks me what I want! He just never stops to ask… just once, I want him to ask me what I want…" she stabbed at her chest with two fingers, her eyes wide with conviction and then unexpectedly her resolve seemed to fade as she voiced the thoughts that had been plaguing her for weeks. In all her drinking sessions, in which Kakashi would inevitably find her and listen to her waffling for hours, she never once told him her main concern. Sakura laid her head on her arms atop the gluey surface of the table, when a bottle slid quietly in front of her.

"Don't be sad" the bottle moved from side to side while Kakashi altered the pitch of his voice, personifying the bottle and giving it an overly-cheerful voice that didn't match the situation "I'm here to help! You can always rely on me! I'll never let you down… as long as you don't drink too much of me, then I might…" the bottle's high-pitched voice suddenly became ominous as Kakashi's attempt at cheering up the sullen kunoichi took an abruptly dark turn as both shinobi suddenly thought of all the bad things that had happened to them as a result of excessive alcohol intake. Kakashi coughed, trying to dispel the awkwardness that had drifted onto the table like a bad smell.

Sakura glared at the bottle, still deep in thought, with visions of her and Kiba running through the village buck-naked and howling at the moon like deranged puppies. Then all of a sudden her face split open with a smile, showing sparkling teeth, and then she was leaning back in the booth, gripping her stomach and laughing heartily. She wiped a tear from her eye after several minutes and then puffed out a contented breath, all the while Kakashi watched her with a creased eye and small chuckles falling from his lips. Her boisterous laughter had turned a few heads in the bar, the usual patrons so unaccustomed to laughter from that dark corner of the room.

"Ahaha… ow, my stomach! Geez Snowflake, I never thought I would see the day when you had to resort to making bottles talk to make me smile! Aha!" Sakura used the nickname reserved for special occasions of friendly banter and saw that he was smiling softly but trying to scowl at her from beneath his mask. He was failing miserably and finally gave up and let out a chuckle and a wider smile, shaking his head at her. He dragged a hand through his rustled hair and then rested his elbow on the table, his chin in his hand.

"Yeah well, Cherry Pie, I had to do something to stop staring at that duck-face of yours." Kakashi taunted her, falling into the steady pulse of friendly teasing. Sakura looked up at him, tilting her head in slight confusion, amusement and a little annoyance.

"Cherry Pie? Really Kakashi? Really?" she lifted a pink eyebrow at him, crossing her lean arms over her chest; assuming the position of an un-amused child.

"Not good enough?" he queried, mock-disbelief filling his features.

"Not even close"

"Damn." He hit his fist on the table lightly in a show of disappointment, an audible huff exiting his clothed mouth. Sakura continued to stare at him, amusement glinting in her emerald eyes, which were clearer now that she had been forbidden to touch the sake bottle, which sat forgotten in-between them.

"You'll have to keep trying Snowflake, maybe one of these days you'll come up with something." She brought a hand in front of her, pretending to be examining her nails, when she heard her friend shift slightly in the opposite seat. She glanced up to see Kakashi looking at the entrance to the bar, where Genma, Anko, Gai and Kurenai were filing in, looking like they needed a few drinks if they were ever going to laugh again.

Genma sauntered over ahead of the group, a typical smile gracing his lips, although it lacked its usual splendour. He eased his way into the seat next to Sakura, moving her over slightly with a gentle nudge. She complied and slipped a hand around his waste in a casual gesture. He turned his head towards her, a toothpick replacing his customary senbon, and smiled lopsidedly.

"Hey there, Sakura." He said lazily and seemed to melt into her embrace "Kakashi" he said and tipped his head in greeting. The womanizing shinobi and the cherry blossom had developed a comfortable friendship over time, in part due to her closeness with Kakashi and in part due to their shared Jounin status (which made them equals). Even though he took every opportunity he got to try and persuade her to indulge in a night of adultery with him, his advances were never serious and they often found themselves flirting harmlessly and shamelessly as the alcohol surged more generously. Tonight was no different as the rest of the group joined them and conversation eased its way around them like a free-flowing breeze. The stress-free setting did wonders to the tired faces of the older shinobi, until eventually they were rejuvenated and lively, laughing about the weird situations they had found themselves in since the last gathering.

Just as Anko was telling a very detailed recount of Gai's unfortunate encounter with a transvestite on their latest mission to Cloud, Sakura excused herself to the ladies' room. She unwound herself from Genma, lifting her legs from his lap and pulling herself away from the soothing circles he had been rubbing into her knee for the last hour. No one thought their closeness was strange, the seductive senbon-sucker was known to be handsy (drunk or not) and Sakura was notoriously friendly when she had been plied with alcohol. Genma huffed at the loss of contact but allowed her to exit the booth; she smiled at him hazily and rubbed a hand through his hair.

"Don't worry, I'll be back" and with that she winked at him and proceeded to the hallway a few meters from their booth, she swayed her hips exaggeratedly and looked over her shoulder to see Genma examining her assets appreciatively. She threw her head back slightly and laughed, it rang back to the orally-fixated man and he whistled at her in response. The rest of the group joined in on her laughter, feelings of joviality running through all of them, except Kakashi, who sat with his book in his hand and his arm still slung lazily over the back of the leather seat. He glanced up at Genma only once and then turned his dark eye back to the inky erotica that was playing out on the page.

Sakura knew she shouldn't be flirting with him, but cuddling up to a warm body and having a man (who made it his goal in life to please women) focus his attentions on her made her feel sexy again. She all of a sudden felt like she didn't trudge around in her uncomfortable medic uniform - complete with ugly nurse's shoes - all day, and she most definitely didn't feel like she came home to a cold house and an even colder husband every night of the week.

What was a little, harmless, flirting anyway? It didn't change anything, and she deserved to feel like a woman again, and a sexy one at that. She didn't even try to deny, in her drunken state, that the way Genma looked at her after a few drinks made her blood burn with a forbidden longing, it made the area between her thighs ache for the promise in those eyes to come to fruition and most of all, it made her wonder what she was missing beneath that smirk that told her that she would be more than satisfied if she just gave in to him.

Shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of such unsavoury thoughts, she pushed open the door to the ladies' room and stood in front of the mirror. She was wearing denim shorts that hugged her bottom enticingly, and allowed for her long legs to attract just the right amount of attention, as wells as a loose gray T-shirt that was cinched slightly below her breasts to allow for a comfortable, but lady-like, fit. She tugged at her pink locks; they had been ruffled a bit as she had been sitting in the bar for quite a while, but overall she looked presentable. She looked into the reflection of her green eyes and she saw the lust and intoxication mirrored there. She smiled slightly, more of a smirk, and a switch seemed to click in her head, making her mind up.

The kunoichi exited the bathroom after a bit and made her way down the hallway, teetering a bit in her inebriation. She continued on to the booth that her friends were sitting at and saw that they were missing a member but had gained another in his place. She touched Raidou's shoulder lightly in greeting, and he raised his head in a nod, and then she made her way around the booth before finally voicing her question.

"Where's… Kakashi?" it took her a moment to put the name to the face inside her head, and a few people looked up at her as she spoke. She proceeded to climb over Genma, a little too close than was appropriate, and waited for an answer.

"He said he had a mission in the morning, so he wanted to get home and sleep" Kurenai said pleasantly as she picked up her glass of red wine, always the lady in the group.

"Cheapskate didn't even pay for his drinks" Anko piped up from her position next to Gai, a hand running through the hair at the base of his neck. The mesh-clad kunoichi smiled darkly and with no hint of humour.

"S'ok, I'll get his tab this time… I owe him… anyway!" Sakura's words were coming out in a plethora of tones and speeds now, and she put an arm around Genma's neck, running her hand through his hair lightly - mirroring the tactless kunoichi across from her – earning a shiver from the man. He smiled at her and she looked at him through low-lidded eyes, conveying what the small part left of her conscience was pleading with her to keep to herself.

I want you.

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Genma stood in only his dark pants in the middle of his bedroom, his hand tangled in pink hair and his lips plundering a pink mouth. The sounds of desperately swallowed moans filled the room as his tongue dominated hers. He reached for the hem of Sakura's gray shirt; she lifted her arms, aiding him in the removal of the item, and he drank in the sight of her in her shorts and black bra.

She had discarded his multi-pocketed Jounin vest at the door, his shirt in the lounge, his hitai-ate in the hallway and she felt pleased with her handiwork as she took in the sight of the well-muscled man standing before her, looking at her hungrily like a starving traveller that had stumbled upon a juicy steak. With a move so swift it made her catch her breath, he had scooped her up and dropped her on the bed. She lay sprawled on the covers, her roseate hair fanning around her face and her cheeks flushed with lust and excitement. Her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight filtering in through the uncovered window; they spoke of desire and a reckless need that was echoed in the eyes of the man gazing down at her.

"Genma…" she almost pleaded as he moved over her, his torso rubbing against her naked abdomen. A silent look passed between them as he moved closer, the friction between them almost palpable in the room that was silent save for their shallow breaths. He moved his face closer, their noses touching and her eyes slipped closed as she felt his lips suspended above hers, almost touching. He groaned and his breath fanned over cheeks and lips, she opened her cherry blossom mouth and could taste the alcohol mingling with her own exhale. Suddenly his lips were on hers, attacking her mouth, a gnash of teeth and tongues. She responded to him feverishly, gripping his shoulders and then running her hands into his hair, pulling and scraping her nails over his scalp. He moaned into the kiss and Sakura felt the vibration reverberate down her throat.

Then he was everywhere, burning hot kisses down her collar bone, over her chest and over a lace-covered breast, nipping and sucking at the soft mound and feeling a hardened peak under his tongue. She gripped his hair, begging him to take more of her into his mouth, arching her back and sucking in laboured breaths. She groaned at the loss of his mouth on her flushed skin, but then moaned when she felt his open-mouthed kisses trailing down her firm stomach, his tongue darting out and saturating her heated skin with his alcohol-saliva. He reached the top of her shorts, the button already undone from their frenzied entrance into his apartment, and traced wet kisses along the edge of her black lace panties that peeked out from the open button. With almost no more restraint left in his inebriated mind, he pulled the zipper down and yanked her shorts down along with her panties, taking in the sight of the soft curls between her legs.

There was a sharp intake of breath as she felt the cool night air sweep over her exposed area and then a flush graced her whole body as she looked down and saw him looking at her with intense brown eyes that seemed to go on forever. With an impassioned growl he jerked up onto his knees and pulled down his pants, the last item of clothing that restricted her view of his naked form. In a bit of a struggle he finally threw the pants onto the wooden floor and Sakura heard a light thump as they met the panels below. Her mind barely registered the noise, however, as kneeling before her was an exquisite specimen of the male anatomy, standing in all its glory.

She rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache, but before she could receive any satisfaction from the motion he was on her, his mouth on hers and his manhood prodding between her legs. With no cloth to limit the friction, Sakura moaned loudly and pushed her hips up into him. His teeth grabbed at the lace of her bra, and she arched her back from the sensation. The orally-fixated shinobi halted his ministrations and sat on his haunches in-between her knees. She looked up at him, confusion mixed in with the desire on her face, and then he grabbed her hip and her waist; pitching her upwards and onto his lap. As the contact between her heated centre and his hardened manhood was made, she moaned loudly. He rocked her hips over him and she begged him to enter her, but he held off on her request and satisfied himself with rubbing her centre over him, over and over, until she thought she might go crazy from over-stimulation.

His sharp ninja dexterity allowed him to remove the last piece of clothing covering her bosom and place one hand on her hip and the other on her breast, the peak rubbing his palm. She gripped his firm shoulders, moaning repetitiously, and continued the pace between them, until finally - finally – he was inside her, swiftly and without warning. She cried out, her feminine scream bouncing through the house, and he growled at the sound. How long he had wanted her, how long he had tried to pass it off as a joke (and most times it was) but as they say: none the truer word said in jest. He relished in the feeling of her inner walls, basked in the sound of her wanton moans and the heady scent that their bodies produced. The position they were in would be taxing on a normal person's stamina, but being shinobi, it only fuelled their desire. They both felt the power that rested in the other and it made their bodies growl and purr. The alcohol in their systems seemed to have no affect on their endurance, and Sakura rode Genma as if she had all the energy in the world, and in that moment, she felt she did. They moved with each other, a steady beat developing between them, as if their bodies were one, and in one place in particular this statement rang true.

The kunoichi could felt him inside her, his body rolling with hers and touching places that made her mind melt in waves of pleasure, wave after wave hit her, small at first and then growing in intensity. Her walls rippled around him and he struggled to maintain his pace, feeling that he might just go insane and ram into her fiercely. Then he leaned back slightly on his haunches, sending her into a straighter position and his member slid deeper into her. She cried out in bliss and surprise, curling forward and digging her nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent shapes in his sun-kissed skin.

Genma watched as the rosy kunoichi bouncing up and down on his shaft began to unravel, her breasts bouncing with the rhythmic motions. Then finally, with a particularly angled and driven thrust, she shattered. Her eyes squeezed closed, her hand darted into his hair, almost ripping his scalp and the crescent-shaped marks on his shoulder gave way to blood-moons. Her scream filled his ears, his mind and his apartment; effectively replacing the desperate moans that had previously filled the space.

White light blazed behind her eyelids and she screamed his name, over and over. He kept thrusting into her heat, her walls clamping down on him solidly and trying to milk him for all he was worth. Frantically, he held onto her until he joined her in oblivion, grunting out his release and his pounding becoming erratic. Her body responded deliciously as it sucked him dry, feminine walls seeming to wrap around him like a second skin. His breath came out in short pants once he was spent, feeling her body go limp beneath his fingers.

He extracted himself from her core and placed her down on the white covers, her body glistening from sweat and the evidence of their actions. His thighs burned slightly as he crawled next to her, and he knew he would feel the stiffness in his muscles the next day. As he lay beside her sleek frame, her eyes heavy-lidded and shallow breaths falling from her kiss-bruised lips, she turned to look at him. A contented smile lifted her petal lips and she reached a trembling hand up to his jaw, tracing the slight stubble there until she reached his chin, her finger then running along his equally-bruised bottom lip. He smiled as he moved closer to her, pulling her back into his chest as she rolled over. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist and finally rested just below her breasts, feeling the soft curves of them against his hand. She sighed blissfully as her hand rested with his, their fingers entwined and his cheek in the dip of her neck. He sucked a breath and smelled the familiar scent of the bar – smoke and alcohol – as well as the faint tinge of vanilla mixed with sex.

The light breeze crawling through barely-open window chilled their bodies, sending goosebumps over Sakura's rose-tinted skin. She sighed into the coolness, soaking in the contrast of her heated body and the cool wind. Genma nestled closer to her, fully intent on melting into her skin and she delighted in the feeling. The warmth between them was calming and Sakura felt her inhibitions slip away and sleep make an entrance, with the soft breaths of her good friend Genma warming her neck.

The only thought that crossed her mind before she slipped into the paradise known as sleep were two words:

Thank you.

XXX

A/N:

(This is long but kinda, sorta, REALLY IMPORTANT)

Wow! That was long *wipes forehead. Sorry about the length (to those of you who don't enjoy long chapters).

I hope the 'lemon' wasn't too gaudy or irritating or e-l-o-n-g-a-t-e-d. I'm really not used to writing sexual scenes; I mean a lime here and there, sure, but full on sex scenes. Nope. Nada. Nothing. So I'm hoping against hope that it was ok.

As for the actual story, I hope you guys (you're all girls, let's be honest) like it. I found part of it sitting in one of my files and decided to try and finish a chapter. I'm not sure yet where I'm going with this (that's a lie, I have a slight idea) but I also want to try to stay true to my KakaSaku fangirlness. Unfortunately, this plot just seemed to steer its own path and before I knew it Sakura was sleeping with Genma and my favourite Copy-nin was nowhere to be seen! :O

Even though I take long to update, I'm predicting this story to have quite a few chapters, so I hope you guys can bear with me and my slowness ("TeinePein's updates were slow. Always slow"). Please let me know if there are any issues with it or whatever, I kind of just went free-reign with characters and ignored what's going on in the manga at the moment (I'm EXTREMELY behind on my reading. Design and art, you heartless bastards -_-)

I would really appreciate some R I need some idea of what you guys think so far. Your reviews might change the details of some of the story, so please tell me what you think! I like Genma, so please don't be cruel to him, he knows not what he does when he thinks with 'little Genma' .

Thanks a bunch!

Peace, Snow/Teine.

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