I didn't see Sasuke again at all that day. When classes were over I went back to my room to find Sakura in an annoyingly excited chat with Ino from across the hall about some stupid by they both liked. I lay down on my bed and pulled my pillow over my head ignoring them. My perfect plan to forget all about the almost kiss backfired as my bed and pillow smelled of him. I really did like him, the boy who lay on my bed whose breath caught in his throat when he talked about his parents and the reverential tone he used when talking about his brother. He really did care, his heart was overflowing with love for his family and the loss had scarred his heart. He craved love, needed it, he'd been alone for so long he had almost forgotten what it felt like. That boy was worth knowing, but it was inexplicably tied to the arrogant, selfish, bastard who thought of girls as a game. UGH. Maybe I should play a game of my own.
The next day I didn't see him at all though I did make friends with a very nice guy I had met the other day in math, Gaara, and the boy who lazily watched clouds in gym instead of participating, Shikamaru. Gaara was cute and kind and made me smile so much my face hurt. I wanted him instantly he was the guy I had always looked for, always hoped for. But the next day when Sasuke sat down next to me in class (I had arrived first), I knew there was no way I could give him up. He talked over class again trying to find out everything about me. He was always analyzing the information and forming plans with how best to use the information.
He spent the whole day with me, following me around with his incessant questions. He managed to drag out everything from me. My hopes, dreams, secrets I'd never told anybody before were somehow spilling out of my mouth. I couldn't hide anything from this boy, he had already figured out which face I made when I lied or was hiding something. He had figured out from the almost kiss what I looked like when I wanted him and what I looked like when I hated him so he could direct the conversation exactly how he wanted it to go. That is how after dinner I found myself in his room for the first time.
It was bare on his side. There were no posters, nothing. Just a plain computer and a plain black comforter on his bed. It accurately reflected him well. He was dark, Dark hair, Dark eyes, Dark spirit, with all of himself hidden deep where no one could find it, except me. He typed on his computer checking his facebook and examining messages from his adoring fans while I sat on his floor. (I wasn't arrogant enough to sit on HIS bed) I was surprised to see that one of his fans was my roommate, Sakura, and I laughed out loud at this notion. He looked over at me clearly faking having forgotten I was there. He shot me a look that said "What?" but I just shook my head and giggled some more.
Later that night we played more of that guitar game, he seemed to find the music soothing. He tolerated my attempts maybe twice before deciding to teach me how to do it right for the sake of his own ears. He sat next to me close so our bodies were touching the whole length of our sides and would wrap his arms around me so his hands covered mine until I started to improve. I felt proud when he didn't feel the need to help anymore and sad. I was sad because I'd lost my excuse have his arms around me (though he stayed sitting close) even though I hated myself for thinking that way.
Eventually his apartment mates went to bed one by one until he and I were left alone in his living room. Without saying anything he casually flicked off the light leaving the room only lit by the tv. We played on quietly, the silence thick with implications. Then he put the plastic guitar down and turned towards me. He leaned in as if to kiss me again, teasingly stopping a breath away. I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips and the electric tingle that shot down my spine. But he waited there, just out of reach. I am Naruko Uzumaki damn it! I'm not letting some guy drive me crazy like this! So I didn't move, he would probably have pulled away if I had tried anyway and the game would be over, his win.
"If you wanna kiss me you should." I said so he knew I wouldn't give in to him. If he wanted me he's have to prove it and make the first move.
"Hn." He smirked intrigued by my determination. He got up and walked towards his room trying to leave me alone in the dark.
"You've got to be kidding me!? Sas...Sasuke! ….Damn IT!" At my curse he knew he had won and turned around with the brightest cockiest triumphant smile on his face crossing the room in two long strides. Next thing I knew his hand was hooked behind my head and hip lips were on mine. He ran his tongue over my lips asking for entrance but I was still so angry I held them tight. He pulled back from the kiss and smirked at me.
"You don't like it?" He asked knowing I did.
"No, I..." I was going to finish my sentence with I'm mad at you but he kissed me unexpectedly while my mouth was open using the opportunity to let his tongue explore. He was infuriating! I hated him! But the way that bastard used his tongue, the insistence of his hand on my neck pulling me close so our entire bodies touched, caused me to moan involuntarily. He pushed me down on the couch laying on top of me so I could feel his hard erection pressed up against me. There was no doubt he wanted me. I wanted him. But I wanted to be more than just some fan-girl, so I found the courage when he came up for air I put my hands on his chest and pushed. He rolled off me and off the couch and hit his butt hard on the floor smacking his wrist hard against the coffee table.
"arghh!" He yelled shaking his wrist in the air looking pissed. He glared at me dangerously and I knew I had taken his little game to far. I got off the couch and straddled him sitting on his lap and hugging him close.
"I'm so sorry!" I said pleadingly hoping he understood. Behind my back I felt him cradle his hurt left wrist in his right hand checking to make sure I hadn't done any real damage.
When he was sure he was alright he finally said simply. "Owe. Idiot." I pulled back from my hug grabbed his annoying head and pulled him into a very deep kiss. On instinct I grinded my hips on his lap as we made out until I was breathing heavily and completely turned on. The game was over, neither of us could control ourselves. I wanted him and he wanted me, he wasn't and ass hole that night.
He stretched his arm out pushing the table completely out of the way and rolling to his left taking me with him, pinning me under him on the carpet. He started moving his hips while our kiss became more of a pass time. The main event was his erection grinding against my clit, the only problem was the layers of clothing still between them.
His lips moved from mine to kiss my neck and down to the edge of my low cut black tank top. He stayed there kissing the rise of my breast just above my heart as his hands unbuttoned my jeans and his fingers found what they were looking for. His fingers explored rubbing around my clit and the outside of my opening and his kiss on my breast turned to biting. He bit and sucked I suppose to distract me as his fingers went inside of me. He moved his fingers around searching.
I took a sharp intake of breath as he found the right spot inside me and moaned as I let the air out. From his relentless questioning he knew that I was a virgin and from mine I knew that he was not. But even though he knew, and the look in his eyes said he had not forgotten, he did not let up. He took his fingers back. He sat up on his knees and before I knew what was happening he grabbed handfuls of my pants and tugged till the were down to my knees. The force of the pull dragged me painfully across the carpet and I made a move to get away from him not sure I was ready for the step he wanted me to make. I managed to get my legs together and on the side of him so he was no longer between my legs but I had just made it easier for him as he grabbed my pants and pulled them completely off.
I scooted backwards across the carpet my arms behind my butt and my legs together pushing myself backwards, away from Sasuke. "Sasuke," I started. "Stop...we...can't...I" I stammered at him frightened at what his response would be. I had no reason to be scared since it turned out, I was right about him. I knew it, he was only and arrogant bastard on the outside. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath trying to calm his body as he threw my pants at me looking intensely at the ground next to him. I quickly put my pants back on and scooted a little closer but he held his arm out warning me to stay away as he got up and sat on the couch.
"Just give me a minute." He said breathing deeply and closing his eyes. I sat still on the ground watching him as he struggled to calm his body from the frenzy I had put him in. I didn't know what to say so I said nothing loving him in that moment for respecting me and struggling to keep his body under control. I have no idea how long that moment took but it felt like ages past as I waited nervously on that floor.
I was practically shaking with nervous energy when he finally opened his deep dark eyes plastered on a fake smile and asked. "Want anything to drink?" He was already up and halfway to the kitchen when he finished the sentence.
"Yeah...Sure."
He filled a large glass and drank from it on his way back, sitting down on the couch. When he finished drinking he handed the glass to me and I sipped from it, getting up to sit next to him on the couch. I handed the drink back to him unfinished laying my head on his shoulder. He finished the glass and set it on the table lazily reaching his right arm around to grab my head and pull it closer to his left shoulder.
He looked down at me, my eyes closed as I leaned on him, "You look tired." he stated yawning looking over at the clock, it was past 2:30 am. "It's late." I looked up to check the clock and groaned, It was really late and I was tired and the walk home was long.
"I should go..." I said standing up to look for my bag. I felt a strong hand wrap around my wrist and movement as Sasuke stood up beside me.
"Come on." He said pulling my wrist towards his room. He left no room for argument because if I had said anything I would have woken his roommate. He closed the door behind us and I stood and watched in the dark as he unbuttoned his jeans pulled them off and put on a loose fitting pair of shorts. He lifted the covers and got in scooting towards the wall in the tiny twin bed. He sat there holding the blankets up waiting for me. Just to be safe I stayed fully clothed but got into bed next to him and he pulled me tight so my head was laying on his chest.
I was uncomfortable trying to sleep in my jeans and bra but I was comfortable there. With my ear flat against his chest I heard his heart beating loud. It was the sweetest music. I lifted my head to look up at him, his eyes were closed. I thought he may have been asleep already until I felt his hand on my head again pulling me back to my place on his chest.