DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO, BUT IF I DID, SASUKE AND NARUTO WOULD SO BE TOGETHER RIGHT NOW. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If there was one thing Sakura Haruno was sure of, it was that she was sick of sleeping on the ground or in caves (as she had been for the last 2 weeks).
"'Do me a favor' she says, 'Find this herb for me' she says, 'It'll be easy' she says. Well, she was wrong!" Sakura muttered to herself, punching a nearby tree hard enough to leave a dent in the grayish brown bark. Several squirrels suddenly found themselves on the forest floor as their tree vibrated violently. They chattered angrily at the kunoichi, who merely shot them a deathglare that sent them packing.
"If she ever gets it into her head that she needs me to do her another favor, I'm gonna shove-"
"My, how violent, yeah." a voice told her airily from somewhere above her head.
The kunoichi jumped as if she'd just been elecrocuted, and her gaze shot up quickly into the canopy. Above her, seated comfortably on a branch, was a blonde-haired young man, not much older than her twenty years.
She gave him an appraising glance, taking in all she could about his appearance. His blonde hair, though rather long, was clean and kept tied back in a ponytail-all but his bangs, which hung past his chin and hid half his face. He was wearing a chain-mesh shirt and gloves nearly identical to the ones Kakashi wore, but for the fact that they looked brand-new. His black capris suited him and he was wearing shinobi sandals, as many people did nowadays. She decided right then that she could trust him.
"Do you always try to piss off random passersby?" she asked, sitting crosslegged between two of the upraised roots of his tree.
"Not usually, yeah." the man admitted, standing on the branch then executing a backflip off the branch so that he landed only a few feet from her.
"Oh, really?" she raised one delicate pink eyebrow and slipped off the messenger bag she'd been wearing.
"Yeah, really. Do you usually irritate random strangers, yeah?"
"I haven't had a very good past couple of weeks."
She rummaged in her bag for something and withdrew a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and sated her thirst then offered the bottle to the man.
"I don't like to drink after others, yeah."
"Even when it's a hot day and you've been sweating like crazy? Drink." Sakura ordered him, getting to her feet.
"I said no, yeah." the man was getting angry, she could tell by his tone. She backed down, smirking.
"Germophobe." she said, just loud enough for him to hear.
"I am not!" he marched over to her and snatched the bottle from her hand. He gulped the water down greedily then wiped his chin. "See?"
Sakura laughed, and he threw the bottle down at her feet in retaliation. The leftover water sloshed out of the container onto her feet.
"Gross," the kunoichi pulled a rag from her abandoned bag and wiped her feet dry. If she allowed them to remain wet, the dust from the path she was taking through the forest would cling to her feet and turn to mud.
"What exactly put you in such a bad mood, yeah?"
"What?" Sakura was not sure she'd heard him correctly. Only a few seconds ago, they'd been antagonizing each other, so a sincere question startled her.
"What happened that put you in such a bad mood, yeah?"
"It wasn't one event, more like a never-ending chain of unfortunate circumstances building up." Sakura replied, picking up the now almost empty waterbottle. She replaced the lid and shoved it back into the depths of her bag then wiped her hands off on her skirt.
"Wanna talk about it, yeah?"
"Not really, no. We haven't even been properly introduced."
"Is that it? My name's Deidara, yeah."
"Deidara?" the name sounded familiar, though she couldn't quite place her finger on it. "My name's Sakura." she held out her hand and Deidara took it, rather reluctantly, she noticed.
"Now that that's done, I have a question, yeah."
"Already? Well, aren't you nosy?" Sakura crossed her arms. "Shoot."
"Have you always had a stick up your ass, yeah?"
A vein throbbed in Sakura's forehead and she swung a chakra loaded fist at Deidara, who dodged it easily. Her fist hit another tree and it fragmented into thousands of wood chips and dust.
"Feel better now that you've really hit something, yeah?" Deidara asked, up in yet another tree.
Sakura blinked, How did he-?
It suddenly struck her that she actually did feel better.
She was still pissed off at him though.
"You do feel better, yeah." he said smugly.
"So what?" she wanted to punch him for his arrogance. Her hand twitched and she was satisfied to see that Deidara flinched, almost imperceptibly.
"Your stress isn't completely gone, though. I know another way to remedy that, yeah."
Another way...?
"You don't get it?"
He was suddenly right in front of her.
She stumbled back and tripped over a root. Eyes wide, she landed hard on her back and found Deidara pinning her to the lush carpet of moss that covered the entire forest floor. His hands held her wrists firmly, not too tight, but not too loose; he had seated himself comfortably on her stomach, only allowing her to inhale enough to stay conscious.
He leaned in much too close to her face for comfort, and she flinched as his bangs brushed against her face.
"Have you figured it out, yeah?" he whispered huskily in her ear.
Oh, that...
She struggled, but found escape impossible with a 130 pound man on her stomach.
He leaned forward again and Sakura cringed, squeezing her eyes closed so tightly they stung. They opened again in surprise only a moment later when she felt his lips brush warm and soft against hers.
He pulled away slowly, grinning sheepishly.
Sakura suddenly found herself blushing bright red and gasping for breath, though he had lessened his weight on her stomach. Her heart was pounding against her ribs so hard, she feared it would burst through her chest at any moment and go to the blonde man atop her, still pumping her blood.
"Wha-" She gasped, and Deidara grinned broadly.
His second kiss was more forceful, and Sakura was sure her lips were swollen, but she found she liked the forceful kiss much more than his first hesitant one and granted his tongue entrance into her mouth.
He was no longer holding her wrists. His hands were up her shirt, probing, exploring. Her hands were tangled in his long hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
Her shirt was off now and so was his.
He planted gentle teasing kisses on her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, moving his way agonizingly slowly down her torso.
Sakura moaned and he unhooked her bra to play with her firm breasts. She fumbled with his pants as he kissed her navel, hands stroking the insides of her thighs.
She shuddered with pleasure and so did he.
It was becoming unbearable to not have him inside her. She could feel her need growing with each passing second as he kissed her just above her hips and then between her thighs.
"Deidara, do it now." she begged, and he smirked, continuing his kissing.
So close, and I haven't even entered her yet. He undid her skirt slowly then moved back up to kiss her swollen lips once more. Her hands wound themselves through his hair tightly as he used one hand to slide her leggings and panties off.
She moaned again, arching her back.
He slid one finger in, then another, exploring her tight entrance with glee.
Still a virgin. He licked his lips.
His erection was becoming harder by the second as he anticipated penetrating her.
He pulled his own pants off and let his penis brush softly against the inside of her thigh.
She brought her hand down to stroke it softly and he felt his own need beginning to overwhelm him.
Not yet. Not yet. He wanted to play with her first.
He found her clitoris, stroked it with his finger, and was rewarded with a low moan. Her hand found his member again and he let out a moan of his own.
"Deidara, Deidara, do it now! Do it now!" she pleaded, rolling her hips back to give him entrance.
His hips rubbed teasingly against hers, and he nearly lost it.
She wrapped her arms around him and brought her legs up to surround him as well, bringing her body closer.
Finally, when he could bear it no longer, he positioned himself and thrust. Once, twice.
She screamed his name as his hot seed was released in her.
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A/N: Not too bad, right? I may do a second chap if this gets enough reviews telling me so.