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 2: Delicious Recklessness

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Sakura sat at the small wooden table in Genma's kitchen, her mind dulled slightly by a throbbing headache. She grasped the warm mug of tea in her hands, feeling the warmth soaking into her fingers. A small sigh escaped her lips and she shifted slightly, drawing a leg up onto the chair leaning her cheek on her bare knee. She sat in her black panties and gray shirt, waiting for the man lying naked in the bedroom to awaken.

The morning light was soft, with deep purple-stained clouds hovering low over the dozing village. She took a sip of her tea, the warmth running through her body and settling in her recently emptied stomach. When she woke up this morning, her body twisted intimately against the orally-fixated man, she tried to remember where she was. Before she could fully comprehend her predicament, her stomach gave a lurch and she rolled off the bed quickly and bolted to the bathroom, feeling the cool porcelain beneath her fingertips as she wretched. She felt infinitely better and washed her mouth out with water and Genma's herbal toothpaste. She decided on taking a shower and slipped into the warm spray, the water washing away her night of alcohol and sin. She washed her roseate locks with Genma's shampoo and dried herself off with Genma's towel, wondering all the while, why she had not left yet. Her feet padded across the wooden floor as she searched for her clothes, scattered all over the place. She found her top and her panties and put them on leisurely. Once she found her shorts and her bra, she folded them neatly and placed them on the couch in the lounge, wanting to feel comfortable.

The Cherry Blossom felt like she belonged in this small apartment, so much homier than the obscenely large main house in the Uchiha compound. It looked lived-in and secure, with no room for deep shadows or echoes. She ran a hand through her wet hair, droplets falling on her knees and darkening the wooden table in small splatters. As she lifted the tea to her lips again, she heard movement coming from the bedroom, then she heard the hiss of the shower as Genma turned it on. Sakura sat listening to the whisper of the shower for a few minutes before the noise stopped and her seductive friend stepped into the kitchen, a towel wrapped haphazardly around his hips.

He looked up at her, sitting at his kitchen table, her shaken hair framing her delicate face and her green eyes mirroring the worry found in his. He grunted softly before sitting across from her, and couldn't help but notice that her eyes followed the movement, and trailed down his muscled torso appreciatively. He tried to smile, but his distress was taking over his expressions and his mind whirred with thoughts of what to say. He didn't have to worry for too long as Sakura spoke before him, his mind sighing in relief.

"I don't regret it, you know." she said calmly, sipping her tea. Her emerald orbs gazed at him over her mug and Genma looked straight into them, searching for a hint of a lie; he found none. When he didn't respond, she continued "I'd love to say that it was the alcohol that made me do it, but we're both shinobi and you know that we both stay perfectly coherent when we're drunk." She spoke firmly, trying to show him her conviction on the matter.

"You didn't seem too coherent at the bar last night" he said, the smallest hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"Not in my actions maybe" she smiled faintly, amusement dancing around her eyes "but my mind knew what it wanted, and my body did too."

"I don't know what to say Sakura. The womanizer inside me is saying that it was a damn good night and that I finally got what I wanted, but then… the friend in me is telling me to be ashamed of myself for defiling you" he sighed loudly, and she saw the conflict in his expression and in his deep chocolate eyes.

"Hey, don't think that you're the only person that did some defiling last night. It takes two to tango baby." The certainty in her statement made him smile and shake his head, his sodden brown hair waving slightly and crying out droplets. She continued, leaning forward across the table and grasping his hand in her, causing him to look up at her, a slight plead in his eyes "I'm a big girl Genma, I can take responsibility for what I do. I cheated on my husband. I'm not going to blame it on the alcohol either, and that's my prerogative." She squeezed his hand in a gesture of comfort.

The senbon-sucker nodded solemnly, it wasn't like him to feel so guilty, but if he thought a bit deeper, it seemed that his guilt could easily be overshadowed by his elation. He had slept with Sakura, the woman that had kept him up many nights and the woman whose face appeared above him when other women were riding him into bliss. His lecherous side burst out and a seductive smirk widened his lips.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked, somewhat amused and a tinge of desire peaking through the haze of the dilemma she was in. She cocked her head to the side, waiting for a reply.

"Oh, nothing…" he said in mock-innocence. She looked at him dubiously, a tilt in her pink eyebrow.

"Genma…" there was a warning there and a touch of playfulness. The comfort between them seemed to dispel any awkwardness from the situation and Sakura was grateful.

"Ok, ok" he raised his hands in surrender "I was just thinking that after all my flirting with you, even before you were married, I managed to snag you once you were already hitched. It's a bit ironic if you think about it." He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way and then sat back in his chair.

Sakura contemplated his words and decided that the irony was not lost on her. She had finally slept with Genma, and she had done it in a sinful night of adultery, cheating on the man that she thought she loved with her entire being. One doesn't cheat on the person they love. Right?

"I'm surprised you didn't race out of here like a bat out of hell. The last thing I expected was to find you sitting in nothing but a shirt and panties in my kitchen, sipping your tea as if you haven't a care in the world." He raised an eyebrow, curiosity playing on his eyes. Sakura shrugged, casualness coming off her in waves.

"I don't know, I like it here, I feel safe, I guess." She sipped more tea "I couldn't think of a single reason to go home, there's nothing and no one waiting for me there. It seems that my guilt is almost non-existent at this point." The distress was evident in her eyes, misery at being in a suddenly loveless marriage with a bitter husband. Genma felt pity for the beautiful woman across from him. She was gorgeous in his eyes, a woman to be treasured, pleasured, and given the world. He was a simple shinobi of the Shiranui clan; he didn't have fortunes or a bloodline limit like her Uchiha husband, but if there was one thing he knew that he excelled at, it was making women happy.

"I suppose I just find it strange that you don't feel guilty. I'm guilty as hell right now and I can't stop thinking about what Sasuke will do when he finds out" he sighed, a hint of perturbation lining his face.

"You mean if he finds out" she corrected. She did not intend to tell Sasuke. She would keep this secret as if it were something precious that belonged only to her and Genma.

"He will find out. He's an Uchiha, he always gets what he wants and once he knows he'll want my head on a spike in front of the compound." Genma shivered at the thought. All his years of experience would be futile in the wake of an angry Uchiha with a blazing Sharingan; he could almost see those red eyes piercing into him and he shivered again.

"Genma, don't worry. This will be our little secret." She reassured him, feeling the truth of her words sinking into her conscience. Sasuke would never take this away from her.

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Sakura entered her large house with a huff; she could feel the emptiness all around her. Empty corners and empty walls filled the house and it made her feel cold. In the two years that she had been married to Sasuke, they had barely decorated the house. She knew that she had married him too young, twenty-one was a ripe age to be settling down and making plans, but she justified it by the understanding that as a shinobi her future would never be promised.

She discarded her shoes at the entrance and padded along the wooden floors, her feet making soft thumps on the boards. She was wondering what to do with herself, knowing that she held this secret. She knew that she should be thinking of ways to redeem herself, make up with Sasuke and carry on her life as if it never happened, but now that she had tasted the forbidden fruit of adultery, she wanted more. It was wrong, so incredibly wrong, but her soul soared when she thought of the way Genma had touched her and rocked against her, the feeling of his masculine body rubbing against her soft skin.

A tell-tale throb started between her legs and she rubbed her thighs together in an attempt at fulfilment. What was she doing? She was thinking about another man in the worst ways and her body was responding wholeheartedly. If she didn't feel nauseous at the thought of her husband she would've been writhing in guilt, bus as it was right now, she felt like she would be extremely happy if she never saw him again.

Another thought entered her mind; what had Sasuke ever done to deserve such treatment? It was a fight, all couples fought. How could she have broken the sanctity of marriage after only one bad fight? This thought was followed by the knowledge that Sasuke hadn't held her tenderly in over eight months and that all their sex was about instant gratification on his part. She had accepted it, wallowing in the feeling of him thrusting into her rapidly and without emotion. She would never fall over the edge with him like she used to, and he hadn't uttered those words to her since they started fighting. It seemed to the Blossom that maybe it wasn't just the two of them in this world, maybe it was just her now. Alone.

She headed for her bedroom, wishing that she didn't have to be alone. She knew that Sasuke would be gone for over a month, and the thought elated her and sickened her at the same time. She didn't want to be so cold towards him, didn't want to wrestle with the thought of him not coming home at all. It had become too hard to stay in this marriage, when they weren't screaming at each other, they were ignoring each other. The kunoichi wondered what her best friend would think of her if he knew what she'd done, the thought worried her. The last thing she wanted was for Kakashi to look at her with disappointment in his one coal eye. He didn't have to know.

She stretched out on the massive bed that she rarely shared with her husband anymore and thought of Genma trailing his hands over her skin, kissing and nipping at her until she was moaning his name. Heat flared between her legs and she snaked her hand down her abdomen to her shorts, her fingers slipping open the button and the zipper, just as Genma had done the previous night. Her hand travelled further until her fingers were rubbing against the bundle of nerves nestled there. She moaned lightly, feeling the inevitable wave of pleasure ride through her body. She imagined the orally-fixated man's hand in place of hers and her other hand found purchase teasing her distended nipple at the thought. She continued a steady rhythm, rubbing and tweaking with both hands. Her mind took over and intensified the feelings, until she could very easily imagine that Genma was between her legs, teasing her into the abyss. She moaned louder as her pace increased, her hand moving furiously between her legs until eventually her back arched and she cried out into the empty house, her voice ricocheting back at her as she squeezed her eyes shut and rode it out. Genma's name fell from her lips as her orgasm started to fade, her cheeks flushed and her hair splayed out in static around her head.

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"Ah man, what am I going to do…shit!" Genma cursed to himself while he paced his kitchen. The pink-haired woman had left him standing alone, with nothing but his thoughts, which revolved solely around her. Whether he was thinking about the dilemma they had created or about the way her body had moved against his and the pleasured look on her face when she came for him. It was distressing to say the least. He went from hard-on to 'soft-on' as his thoughts shifted. His mind was in turmoil.

Lost in his thought, Genma jumped when there was a knock at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone and so the sight of Kakashi at his door made him twitch with anxiety.

"Yo" his silver-haired friend said in greeting, leaning casually against the doorframe. Genma was still in his towel and stood looking at the Copy-nin distractedly, wondering if he knew what he'd done and was there to exact his punishment. In the shinobi world, adultery was punishable on death. Well, at least that's what he thought. Of course, in all his erotic trysts, he had never slept with a married woman, despite the rumours, and so he had no point of reference.

"H-Hey, Kakashi, Buddy… what can I do for you today?" he attempted to shirk off his guilty expression, and thought he succeeded quite excellently. Kakashi looked at him with his dark eye and then seemed to shrug mentally.

"I stopped by Sakura's earlier-" he started.

"Oh yeah? How is she? Rough night last night! Haha! So much sake!" Genma was rambling and had cut Kakashi off in his nervousness.

"Yeah… anyway, she wasn't at home. Kurenai told me that you walked her home last night after she drank too much. I remember that you also drank quite a bit, so I just stopped over to make sure that it was her house that you dropped her off at, and not yours." Kakashi's gaze was firm but casual as he searched Genma's apartment with a sweeping eye and a quick search for Sakura's chakra signature.

"Nope! I'm pretty sure I dropped her at the Uchiha's place. Yeah, yeah, you know? The really big one?" the man laughed tensely, his restraint crumbling with every second that Kakashi looked at him. "What do you want with Sakura anyway?" he asked, almost-nonchalantly.

"Just wanted to say bye, I'm gone for a week, to Sand. It's kind of a custom for us to say bye to each other before we leave on missions that are longer than a day." He shrugged, seeming content with the amount of conversation passing between them. "Well, if you're sure, I'll check the hospital and then head back to her place. If I don't catch up with her, tell her I say bye, ok?" he asked, calm as always.

"Yeah, yeah, sure…" his words trailed off, nervousness creeping into his stomach in the form of swan-diving butterflies. "Ok! Bye man! Have to get ready for the day, you know! Jounin stuff and all that!" without waiting for a reply from his friend, Genma shut the door and bounded for his bedroom, banging the door and collapsing onto his bed, fear gripping his stomach.

"Get a grip man, she said it was fine."

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Sakura made her way through the hospital, flat shoes squeaking against the linoleum floors. She checked the chart in her hand, double-checking the room number of her next patient. She walked through the open door of room 34, finding Neji sitting up in his bed, a book splayed across his lap and a bandage wrapped around his torso.

"How're you feeling today, Neji?" Sakura asked casually, taking her position next to his bed and unravelling the bandage carefully. Neji had come back from an ANBU mission, a large gash in his side and barely alive from blood loss. His white eyes tracked her movements, wary from being in the hospital for a week.

"I'm feeling better today, Sakura-san, I think I should be fine to return home today" he replied calmly, the slightest hint of irritation in his voice, probably due to cabin fever.

"Well, that's up to me to decide, isn't it?" she retorted firmly, her green chakra glowing over his mostly-closed wound, the skin surrounding it a shocking purple. He sighed as she examined him, her chakra mixing into his skin, warmth flooding from her touch.

"Yes, I understand. I do not enjoy being stuck in the hospital." His affliction to hospitals reminded her of her best friend, vaguely recalling that he was leaving for a mission today and that he had not come to say goodbye. With a slight shock she wondered if he had been to her house while she was still at Genma's, her stomach sank at the thought. She shook herself back to her task, deciding that no medic could heal Neji's wound any more and that he could be sent home on week-long bed rest.

"Alright Neji, it looks like you can go home, but you have to stay in bed for a week, to rest your body, or else you could find yourself back here very soon." She looked at him resolutely, trying to convey the seriousness of her words. He nodded gravely in acceptance of her terms.

"Thank you Sakura-san" he said politely. Shifting as she re-wrapped his wound.

"I'll go get your discharge papers ready, sit tight" she said absently as she walked out of his room.

As she walked down the hallway towards the front desk, she gasped as she noticed Genma walking towards her, hands in pockets and a senbon between his lips. He seemed to be trying very hard to saunter, as he usually did. Butterflies fluttered through her stomach, making her heart beat faster with every step he took.

Eventually he was in front of her, a lazy smile on his lips, the senbon hanging down somewhat. He lifted a hand in greeting, and attached a curt nod to it. She smiled widely, her eyes glistening as she spluttered a greeting in return. His smile seemed to elevate at her apparent giddiness at his arrival and he calmed down significantly.

"Genma! What're you doing here?" she asked quickly, a sense of urgency entering her words. She wondered if he wanted to talk about what they did. With all her heart, she hoped he didn't, because whenever she thought about it she only felt ecstasy and exultation.

"I was wondering if Kakashi came to see you? He stopped by my place after you left saying he couldn't find you at home to say goodbye. I think you two missed each other by a few minutes." He seemed to sigh in relief as he continued "It's a damn good thing that you left when you did. That situation would've been catastrophic" Sakura nodded her head in agreement.

"No, I didn't see him at all. I was actually just wondering why he didn't come to say goodbye" she shrugged as she looked up at him again.

"Oh, ok, well he told me to tell you goodbye" Genma scratched the back of his head in a nervous gesture. Sakura smiled and thanked him and then grabbed his arm lightly, in a show of affection.

"Will you come with me for a bit?" she asked him, her eyes showing her gentle plea. He relaxed into her touch and nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving her face. She turned on her heel, still holding his arm, and headed down the hallway.

Once they reached a white door with a plaque on it reading: 'Haruno Sakura – Head Medic', they stopped and she opened the door, walking into the room casually. Genma followed her more anxiously and she gestured for him to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk, he complied. Sitting down with a huff and a nervous hand running through his hair, he reclined in the chair and watched her as she moved to lean in front of her desk, a few feet from him.

"Do you feel guilty?" she asked him. It seemed like an obvious question, but Genma was known for his womanizing ways and Sakura suddenly had an inability to feel guilt, so she had to ask.

"What do you think? Of course I do! I'm stuck between feeling guilty for helping you cheat and the guilt of having enjoyed doing it!" his face crumpled with his admission and he leaned forward, his head in his hands. Just as he looked up, he saw her shapely hips and firm thighs, still evident in her near-shapeless uniform. She moved closer still until she had pushed her way between his knees, standing in front of him, effectively clearing his mind.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, unsure of his feelings towards her boldness.

"Touch me Genma" a hint of desire coloured her words.

"No, I can't do that!" his words were frenzied, bubbling out of his mouth like foam.

"But you want to… and I want you to… so badly…" she moved closer, running a hand through his hair, scraping nails through his scalp and sending shivers down his spine and making the senbon clatter to the floor. His hands suddenly found themselves on her hips, gripping her yielding curves and pulling her closer, a soft moan falling from his mouth. He almost groaned at the feel of her, as if he hadn't touched her much more intimately just hours before. He bent his head forward, leaning his forehead against her stomach, smelling her scent of strawberries and something he couldn't identify. Her hand gripped his hair suddenly, pulling his head up to look into her lust-hazed eyes, a pink tongue darting out to lick a pouting lip. He groaned at the sight, feeling a swift tightness in his pants.

She pushed him back in the seat, straddling him as she placed herself over the bulge, rocking slightly to feel it grow harder, she moaned lightly, his name tumbling from her lips. He sucked in a breath, the sound indicating his growing desire and Sakura savoured it. She looped her arms around his neck, as she had done to Sasuke countless times, and brought her face closer to his, her emerald eyes glowing.

"Do you want me, Genma?" she asked him, desire painted in her words, as she increased the rhythm between them, nothing entering her mind except the feeling of the man beneath her. Their mouths almost touching and their breaths mingling made the friction between them clear, and Sakura waited for his answer as if it would change the course of her life. And it would.

"Yes"

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A/N:

Here's the second installment for Judge Not. I'm hoping it's going ok so far. My mind is a bit jumbled in regards to where I'm going, but I kind of like it so far. Sakura's recklessness and heartlessness are somewhat strange to me, but I think it's a nice change. I like delving into the human mind, seeing how far I can push a character. I like the thought of her not having any guilt in the beginning. Usually with affairs, people are really guilty at the beginning and that guilt seems to linger throughout. I'm going to try and make this a bit different. Let's see how it goes and how Sasuke changes through the course of the story too.

There's a severe lack of Kakashi in this fic, and it makes me antsy, but the story has a life of its own and he doesn't seem to have a vital part yet. I have an idea… but you'll have to wait to see what it is.

Peace,

Snow/Teine

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