AN: Second story! YAY! Just so you know Sakura is 18 in this story. Just in case you wanted to know her age. Anyway I hope you like it!

Hard work never killed anyone, but why risk it?

Objection Tango

Sometimes, it shocked Sakura just her persuasive her loud mouthed blond sensei could be. She just didn't understand how it was that Tsunade had managed to persuade her to, first, come to this stupid ball in her place, and then somehow forced her into this ridiculous dress.

She thought it was pretty safe to say she had never worn anything so revealing in her entire life, and, after the downright appalling amount of unwanted attention she had been receiving from boys of all ages since she had stuck one stilettoed foot into the ballroom, Sakura swore to Kami that she never would again.

Sakura glared at her faint reflection in the large French window, folding her arms over her chest in a feeble attempt to cover up the rather voluminous amount of cleavage on show. Had she been in a better frame of mind, Sakura would have agreed with the large amount of men shamelessly gawking at her; the silky, jade green, floor length dress did look stunning on her. The sheer material clung to her slender hourglass form, accentuating all her curves, and the split that retreated a little bit too far up her thigh for her own comfort showed off one of her long, slender, smooth legs in a way that made Sakura feel as if she had raided Ino's closet.

She let out an irritated huff and shot one last cross look at her reflection, before turning back to stare apathetically at the throng of dancers in the middle of the floor. She was just itching to reach into her purse and retrieve that nail file.

But no, she just had to wait for the next perverted old man who wanted discuss an alliance with Kohona, whilst attempting to stare down her cleavage, or the next young man who had claimed to have fallen madly in love with her, to waltz casually by. Oh how she detested her lazy sensei right now.

"Having fun?"

Sakura spun around, swinging one delicate hand in the direction of the voice, which had seemed a little too close to her back than Sakura deemed publically acceptable.

It was only when Sakura's hand was trapped in a much larger, rougher one and Sakura saw who exactly was the owner of that deep, silky, irritatingly sexy voice that she felt her evening had just gotten infinitely worse.

"You!" she hissed furiously "I thought I killed you!"

The handsome face of Akasuna no Sasori smirked down at her, using his height advantage to tower over her smugly.

"What a charming welcome back," he said, continuing on in that same infuriatingly attractive tone.

All sorts of alarm bells began to ring in Sakura's head as she stared wrathfully up at the man in front of her. These doubled painfully in volume as Sakura realised the tight grip he had on her hand.

"Let go of me!" she snapped, tugging violently at her hand. He simply chuckled at her actions, his eyes alight with... something.

"You do realise," ranted Sakura, still fruitlessly trying to remove her hand from Sasori's vice-like grip "that there are about fifty ANBU outside."

"I know," he said nonchalantly.

"And when I tell them all that you're here-"

"I'll be long gone," he said complacently.

It was just then that the Sakura realised that his hand, which was now close to crushing her own, felt very much like skin. Not wood. Skin.

She grabbed it with her free hand, pulling it towards her face. She narrowed her eyes as she scrutinised it, poking it experimentally. It definitely felt like skin.

"I thought you were a puppet," she said sharply, giving up on her efforts to retrieve her hand, letting it hang defeated in Sasori's.

"And I would still be one if it weren't for you," he said tantalisingly. Sakura scowled up at him, pushing aside the overwhelming desire to kick him in the shin.

"So what are you here for then? To kill me?" she said sarcastically.

"Now why would I want to do that?" he said innocently. As if Akasuna no Sasori could ever be innocent.

"Then why are you here?" she snapped "Don't you realise someone could recognise you?"

"Worried, sweatheart?" he asked, smirking iritatingly at her.

Sakura puffed up angrily and said furiously "Tell me what you want now or I'll scream for the guards!"

He sighed dramatically, looking up at the ceiling. "Dance with me."

"Exscuse me?" she asked incredulously.

"Dance with me."

"Absolutely not!"

"What's the matter? Afraid?"

Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, tempted to slap him clean around the face for his ridiculous offer.

"I hate you," she snapped irately.

"Shame," he chuckled "But that can always be rectified, can't it?"

With his free hand he grabbed her waist, spinning her out into the dancefloor. Sakura let out a little yelp as she was pulled forcefully into Sasori's chest, the side of her face resting against his muscular upper torso. Turning slightly pink at this, she jerked back and said crossly "You did that on purpose!"

"Of course I did, blossom," he teased.

"Asshole"

Brushing aside her little remark, Sasori asked "You know how to tango?"

"Tango!?" hissed Sakura, reddeneing slightly. Akasuna no Sasori, the man who she had supposedly killed, the notorious S-class criminal, wanted to Tango with her. It had to be a nightmare.

"You don't?" he asked disapointedly.

Looking back, Sakura knew that she probably she hould have lied flat off her face and told him that no, she did not know how to Tango, and no, she had not been enrolled in dance classes by her mother when she was five. Honesty was a trait to be hidden when dealing with pshcotic S-class criminals.

Even so, just because she could dance, it didn't mean she would.

"Not up for a little challenge then?" he goaded.

"Shut up and remove your hand from my waist," she retorted.

"No, it's quite comfortble there," he taunted.

Sakura spluttered indignantly at this. He was worse than Jiryara. Next thing she knew he'd get out an Icha Icha paradise and ask if she wanted to curl up on a sofa and read it with him.

"Oh for Kami's sake," she snapped suddenly "Look, if I just dance with you, will you leave me alone?"

"I knew I could change your mind," he said smugly, pulling Sakura a little bit closer to him.

Sakura leaned her entire body forward, her back elegantly arched, and wrapped one pale arm around Sasori's neck, pulling herself as close to the red-head as she could. She supported herself with one leg as she gracefully lifted her slim, right leg and draped it off Sasori's side. The material around it fell away from the split in the dress, exposing nearly all of her upper thigh, and stopping just before she would have been chucked out of the hall for indecency. Smirking tantalisingly and freeing her hand of his death grip, Sasori placed his hand unerneath her thigh. Flexing it slightly, she wrapped it around his neck, locking it with the other arm.

"Do try to keep up, Sasori, darling," she purred in his ear, a hint of sarcasm dripping of her words.

"Don't worry, blossom, I will."

Sakura pushed back off him suddenly, just giving him time to catch her hand. He spun her around with inhumane speed, such that if Sakura had not had an excelent sense of balance, she would have no doubt broken her ankle. Especially in the stilletoes she was wearing.

Stopping abrubtly so that she was facing away from him, she swayed her hips ever so slightly, just to tease him. Smirking, she felt a tug on her hand , and, before she could even catch her breath, he expertly winded her into him with a small tug of his hand like she was a coiled spring, wrapping one arm around her when her back was against his chest, and then catching both of her hands in his 

strong grip. Leaning down towards her ear, he whispered "Did I mention that you look absolutely, breathtakingly spectacular tonight?"

Fighting the urge to shudder as his warm breath tickled her ear, she replied coldly "No, you didn't."

"Well then," he twisted her around so fast that she barely had time to blink, and before she knew it, he had dipped her backwards, her spine arching in a slight semi-circle.

All of a sudden, Sakura seemed to become vividly aware of just how very good looking he was and just how very close his face was to hers.

"I owe you an apology," he continued in a deep husky tone "I normally make it a habit to compliment a beautiful piece of artwork when I see one."

It took all of Sakura's self restraint not to blush at this comment. Perhaps it helped that she knew exactly what it was that he was doing. But then again, two could play at this game.

She pulled herself into him, and slid one of her thighs deliberately up his leg, so that it settled in its starting position and pressed her hands to his well muscled chest, running them down his torso slowly and puposely.

Smirking at her, he pulled her upright quickly and placed both of his hands on her waist. Before she even had time to comprehend that they were there, she felt herself being propelled into the air. She let out a surprised squeak as all sense of gravity abandoned her. Lifts were something that needed to be forseen by both parteners. She just had time to plan a reprimand for her cheeky dance partner beofre she landed bridal style in said patner's well toned arms.

"Sasori!" she snapped idignantly "What the hell was that for!? Put me down!"

"As you wish," he said, half dropping her and causing her to nearly tople over rather ungracefully.

As soon as Sakura regained her balance, Sakura nailed Sasori with an expressively clear 'don't you ever do that again!' glare and growled, "I swear if you dare lift me again without warning, I will kill-"

However her reprimand was cut short when he expertly steered her in into a difficult cross body manoeuvre and backward spin without much warning, and it was only her years of experience that kept her from falling flat on her face.

Sakura furiously muttered to herself as they began to move fluidly across the dancefloor. Without a second thought, she deliberately moved into a cruzara cross-over step, purposely grinding her heel into his foot in the tight footwork.

He let out a hiss of pain as she smirked at him and said smugly "payback."

As she heard the song beginning to draw to a close, she narrowed her eyes, wary of his every move. He was going to do something. She just knew it. He would want a grand finale.

As if on cue, he pulled away from her, still griping one of her hands and twirled her around with such speed that she could only see one big multi-coloured blur as object after object whizzed by.

He continued to spin her faster and faster as she heard the drums picking up speed, indicating the finale. Closing her eyes and trying to ignore the nausious feeling in her stomach, she concentrated on staying upright and keeping balance. He would love it if she fell over and she was not going to give him that satisfaction.

As the final few notes were hit, she felt him suddenly wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in and downwards, so that one leg was sticking up slightly in the air and she was staring up into Sasori's handsome face as he supported her back.

Sakura raised her eyebrows at him and said "are you finished?"

"Not with you, blossom," he replied, pulling her upwards gently and releasing her waist, but still keeping a firm grip on her hand, "But for now, I'll take my leave, because I know as soon as I let go of this pretty little hand of yours, you are going to run off and inform someone of my presence."

Sakura didn't bother to disagree. It would have been a lie and a waste of breath.

"So," he whispered, bringing his lips right next to her ear "I'll see you around."

He moved slightly away from her, but brought her hand up and brushed his lips over it. He shot her one last look, before disappearing before her eyes. She stared at the empty spot that he had just filled, and then looked down at her hand. The part that Sasori had just kissed felt like it was on fire. The nerves in her skin seemed to be having a party.

And then she remembered what she was obligated to do. Tell the ANBU. She sighed and turned around, walking over to the exit where they were posted. Now, how on earth was she supposed to tell them without mentioning the fact that she had spent the last couple of minutes dancing very inappropriately with him?

AN: So how was that? My second story, which I may or may not turn into more than a one-shot, but that depends on its reception. So please review, and tell me whether you think I should carry this on as full blown story or just leave it as it is.

Oh and remember, please if you don't like it don't just criticise it by saying it was lame. Fair enough if you don't like it, but please tell me what you don't like about it and what I could improve on. I have no objection to constructive criticism. It's always welcome. Thanks for reading!

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