Author's Note: Here it is, the long awaited chapter three! Warning: Lemon!
This chapter took forever to type up, but I'm really happy with it. Word to the wise, I'm not sure if this is the greatest lemon in the world (far from it), and I don't know how exactly to write one, but it gets the point across. I already have chapter four finished, but it needs to be typed, so until then, Ja ne!
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto-san owns Naruto. All I own is a headband with a leaf on it.
Chapter Three: A Night Together
The gates of Konoha opened and allowed two ninjas, both looking a little worse for wear, to come in. The two guards slipped down from their posts to speak to the ninjas.
"Kakashi, what's up?" asked one.
"Hey, didn't you guys go out as a three-man team?" said the other. "But I only see two."
Kakashi and Naruto were both panting heavily, as the journey back to Konoha had been long and both of them had exhausted their chakras.
Kakashi, hand on the gate keeping him standing, looked up.
"We need to see Tsunade-sama," he panted.
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Sakura's seafoam eyes, emerald in the darkness of the cave, stared into deep onyx orbs, reflecting the fire.
"S-Sasuke!" she stuttered again. "Wha…?"
She broke eye contact and looked around her, taking in her surroundings. She was lying on a futon, covered by a warm blanket. Beside her were medical supplies and clean water.
'Wow, Sasuke did all this?' she thought, picking at the blanket. 'I didn't think he cared about me, one way or the other.' Then she noticed the blue sleeve that encompassed most of her arm. Lifting the blanket slightly, she observed that she had on different clothes, his clothes. She lowered the blanket quickly, letting out a small "Eep!"
'Or maybe he just wanted a free peep show!' Sakura thought, face burning.
"Your clothes were shredded and covered with blood," said Sasuke suddenly. "I had to take them off to treat your wounds. Then I redressed you in my clothes; I hope you don't mind."
He sounded completely emotionless. Sakura almost flinched at the coldness in his voice.
"N-no, that's okay," she said, drawing the blanket tighter around her. She chanced a glance at him; he was still looking at her. It made her feel uncomfortable for some reason, so she lowered her gaze. To his soft, masculine chest. And noticed that he had no shirt on. Butterflies suddenly fluttered to life in Sakura's stomach, accompanied by a strange clenching feeling. Looking away quickly, she realized that her blanket was his shirt.
"Do you feel alright?" Sasuke asked, continuing to stare at her.
"Uh, yeah," said Sakura. Not true. Her whole body ached. It felt like she had been hit by a hauling cart…and it had backed over her afterwards. She was sure she had many injuries under the sea of Uchiha clothing. But that was not her first concern.
"Where are Naruto and Kakashi?" she asked, turning towards him.
"I don't know," said Sasuke, putting gentle hands on Sakura's shoulders. "I haven't seen them. They shouldn't have left you alone." 'I hope they're dead; it would serve them right.' But he did not voice this opinion. Instead, he said, "Lie back, you need to rest."
Sakura allowed herself to be gantly pushed back on the futon. Then she remembered her battle.
"My fight," she said, trying to sit up again. "The Mist ninja; what happened?"
"You defeated him," said Sasuke, keeping her down. "By the time I got there, he was dead. Are you hungry?"
"Oh," she said. In truth, past the poison bomb exploding wad a little blurry. Then a question struck her.
"Sasuke, why did you come?"
Sasuke stiffened. 'Why did I come?' he thought. That was a very good question.
"Because…because I was looking for Naruto," he lied. "I heard his annoying voice and went off to fight him. But instead I stumbled across you. You were hurt and unconscious, and the Mist nin had called for back-up. I couldn't just leave you." The last part slipped out of its own accord.
He quickly tried to distract her attention away from his last sentence. "Are you hungry?" he asked again, busying himself at the fire.
Sakura's stomach growled loudly, making her blush. Sasuke smirked to himself, his back to her.
"I guess so," he commented, grabbing a fish-on-a-stick from the fire. He handed it to her and said, "Here, just like old times."
Sakura accepted the fish and bit into it hungrily. Sasuke continued to watch her, but was lost in thought.
'What do I do now?' he thought. 'She's awake and alright, but how do I leave? Leave her?' He stopped, disturbed by this thought. He had no feelings for the kunoichi. He could not allow himself to.
When he came out of his reverie, he found himself gazing into pools of emerald. Sakura had long since finished eating and turned to stare at Sasuke.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"Why?" was all she said.
"Why what?" Sasuke asked.
Sakura remained silent. 'Why what?' More like 'which why?' Why did he leave? Why did he abandon Konoha? Why did he try to kill Naruto and herself? Why did he go with Orochimaru? Why did killing Itachi mean more to him than his friends? Why has he here now? Why did he help her? There were too many to ask.
"Never mind," said Sakura, turning around on the futon. She drew her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and buried her head on her arms. Slowly, she began to sob.
Sasuke stared at her. He had never been good with emotions. 'What the hell…?' he thought.
"Wha-what is it?" he asked, stoic expression faltering slightly to a look of bewilderment. "What's wrong?"
Sakura looked up at him, face wet with tears. "'What's wrong?' Sasuke, you deserted our village, joined our enemies, and tried to kill Naruto and me! And now you're here, in a cave, taking care of me. Why? What are you trying to do?"
"I…don't know," admitted Sasuke. "I have no idea."
"What do you mean you don't know?" burst Sakura. She felt like she was reaching an emotional breaking point. "It's your actions, Sasuke! Don't you know why you do something? You must have some motivation, a reason for saving me. And it's certainly not my pretty face, you've made that clear many times before."
"Sakura," growled Sasuke warningly.
"Does your master have some kind of plan?" continued Sakura. "To keep me hostage until Konoha gives into his wishes? Or maybe Orochimaru just has a thing for pink-haired kunoichis?"
Sasuke could feel his blood boil. Without knowing it, he launched himself at Sakura. Kneeling between her legs, grasping her forearms and holding them by her head, Sasuke stared into her eyes.
"Don't," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "Don't you ever say that. I would never let Orochimaru touch you!"
Sakura was stunned. She had not expected for him to lunge at her. She did not expect him to grab her, and she certainly had not expected to hear him say that.
Sasuke's face was mere centimeters from Sakura's; their noses were almost touching. Sakura could feel his hot breath on her lips.
"I couldn't stand the thought of any other man touching you." The words were out before Sasuke could stop them. He made a mental note to kick himself later…very, very hard.
"Sasuke…" whispered Sakura. 'Any other man? What did he mean by that?' she thought. Sakura stared deep into the Uchiha's onyx eyes, searching for an answer. But there was nothing, only bottomless black depths.
Suddenly, Sasuke lunged his head forward, bringing their lips together.
Sakura gasped, opening her mouth slightly. Sasuke took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. He explored her mouth, trailing over her teeth before caressing her tongue with his own.
Sakura began to tremble as Sasuke nibbled at her lip. Her arms went limp in his hands. Sasuke lowered them until they were on the futon. Then he placed his hands gently on her shoulders as he deepened the kiss.
Sakura's senses suddenly returned to her. She put her hands on his collar bone and pushed him away. Despite herself, Sakura's lips missed his warmth. Shaking away the feeling, she stared at Sasuke, hands still on his collar bone.
Sakura's eyes could not help gazing at his kiss-bruised lips as she spoke.
"W-what was th-that about?" she stuttered, panting.
Sasuke looked surprised. Whether it was because of his own actions or her breaking the kiss, Sakura did not know.
"I…don't know," said Sasuke, equally breathless. His hands were still on sakura's shoulders. She could feel his fingers shaking slightly. Sakura lowered her gaze to his chest, which was rising and falling quickly. She brought her eyes back to his face and noticed that there was a red flush about him.
Sasuke took his hands off of her shoulders and placed them on her hands, covering them. They merely stared at each other, wondering what was next.
Sakura suddenly felt another pull in the pit of her stomach. Without realizing what she was doing, Sakura threw herself at Sasuke, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their lips together.
Sasuke fell back onto the futon. He placed one hand on the small of Sakura's back, and cupped the back of her head with the other, pressing her lips more firmly to his. He began to plunder her mouth again, eliciting a moan from her.
Sakura let herself lay on top of Sasuke, him bearing her full weight. She squirmed slightly, the tightening in her belly becoming more intense, making Sasuke groan. Sakura moved her leg and unexpectedly felt something against her inner thigh. It was Sasuke. And he was hard. This discovery terrified part of her, but fueled her arousal none the less.
Sasuke's hands found themselves at the bottom of Sakura's shirt, lifting it. They broke apart briefly as he tugged it over her head. His hands made their way to the waistband of her shorts, hooking his thumbs into it.
Sakura moaned against Sasuke's mouth. She began to tug at the purple rope around his waist. When it had been untied and discarded, Sakura's hands ran down Sasuke's stomach, making him shiver.
Sasuke suddenly flipped them over, pinning Sakura to the futon. Moving his lips lower to her neck and collar bone, Sasuke skillfully unfastened Sakura's shorts and slid them off. Sakura followed suit, slipping his black pants down his legs until he could kick them off.
Now all that separated them was their underwear. And these garments were quickly shed and thrown to random corners of the cave.
Sakura could feel Sasuke against her inner thigh. He shifted, settling himself comfortably between her parted legs. He brushed against her core, sending a jolt through her spine. Sakura gasped and wrapped her arms around his torso, flattening her chest to his.
Sasuke groaned, feeling Sakura press her mounds against him. He didn't think he could stand any more. He looked up at Sakura, silently asking.
She responded by hugging him tighter and breathing his name.
"Sasuke…"
Shaking with sweet desire, Sasuke positioned himself at her entrance. With one last glance at Sakura, he closed his eyes and plunged into her.
Then his eyes shot open again as he heard Sakura give a painful yelp and dig her fingers into his back.
'Shit!' he thought, flinching. 'A virgin! She's a virgin! Dammit! I'd never even thought about that! I mean, sure, I'd always hoped that I'd be her first, but then again, it's rare to find a seventeen-year-old virgin.'
"S-Sakura…?" he asked hesitantly. Sakura turned her emerald eyes, tears prickling at the corners, up to him.
"Sakura," started Sasuke. "I'm sorry—"
He was silenced by a finger on his lips. Sakura smiled up at him.
"Shhh," she said softly. "It doesn't hurt all that much." She placed her hand on his lower back, urging him to continue.
He looked at her one more time. When she nodded, Sasuke lowered his body, letting himself slide all the way into her.
Sasuke stilled, allowing Sakura's body time to adjust. When she began to wriggle underneath him, he lifted his hips and slid out of her, only to delve back in slowly a second later.
He continued to thrust into her, gaining speed and intensity. Sakura merely clung to him, marveling at the flood of sensations rushing through her. The pressure in her lower belly increased as the friction built.
Sasuke lowered his head to reclaim Sakura's lips. His hands gripped her hips, keeping the pace steady. Sakura sighed against his mouth, making him groan as he increased the rhythm.
Sakura laced her fingers into his hair as he rained kisses on her collar bone and across her chest. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, making her shiver. She gasped when he closed his mouth over one of her sensitive buds, caressing it with his tongue.
"Oh…Sasuke…" she groaned as Sasuke began to trail kisses back up her throat.
Sasuke's thrusts became faster and more frenzied. The spring that had been coiled in Sakura's belly suddenly sprang. She arched her back and cried out, stars erupting behind her closed lids as she threaded her arms around his neck.
"Sasuke!"
As she closed around him, Sasuke could feel his last shred of control fall away. He wrapped his arms possessively around her waist and pumped desperately into her. He stiffened abruptly, then thrust into her a final time.
"S-Sakura!" he cried as he came, emptying himself into her.
Sasuke buried his head into the junction of her neck and shoulder, waiting for the tremors to cease.
As the desire that had clouded his mind cleared, reason returned to him.
'W-what…the hell?' he thought, his arms still wrapped around Sakura's middle. 'What the hell is wrong with me? Tell me I didn't just do that.'
He couldn't bear to lift his head to face her. He had taken something precious from her: her virginity.
Sasuke finally lifted his head when he felt Sakura running light finger through his hair. He gazed into her eyes, expecting to see anger and hurt. But her gaze only seemed to hold love.
"Sasuke," she whispered, giving him a small smile. Words failed him, so he ran a hand through her hair instead.
Sakura could feel her eyelids getting heavy. She smiled sleepily up at him.
"I…love you,…Sasuke," she murmured, then drifted to sleep.
Sasuke stared at her for a moment, stunned. ''What did she say?' he thought. After a while, he disentangled himself from the kunoichi beneath him.
After he had fastened his pants back, Sasuke covered Sakura in his shirt, wrapping it around her like a robe and securing it with his cloth belt. He pulled the covers over her, tucking them around her body. Then he did something he would never admit to another soul, even under pain of torture: he kissed her on the cheek.
As he sat against the wall, breathing and heart rate returning to normal, he stared at her, mentally kicking himself.
'I am insane,' he though, shutting his eyes and hitting his head on the cave wall behind him. 'What the hell is wrong with me? Kami-sama, I thought I'd destroyed all the bonds tying me to my former life…. But if Orochimaru gets his hands on her, or even worse, Itachi—' his eyes narrowed. 'No, I can't let that happen. I have to leave her. I'll take her somewhere tomorrow, where Orochimaru and Itachi can't get to her.'
Plan set, his gaze settled on Sakura as he let his eyes slide closed, falling into an exhausted sleep.