In His Arms
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, no matter how much I hope to!!!
Pairing: Sasuke and Sakura

Sakura pounded on the door, waiting for him to answer. Come on, Sasuke! Open the dang door! She waited impatiently for him to open the door. When he did, she gasped. "You're naked!"

"Good observation, Sherlock!" Sasuke replied dryly. What is she doing here? he thought. "Look, I was just going to go take a shower." He thought for a moment. "Care to join me so we can continue our conversation and I can get clean?"

She was almost as shocked as he was. "Why should I?"

"Because you want to." he answered, unsure if he wanted to get into this. Why not? You want her! Go for it! "We both know that you do. Why deny it?"

"I do, do I?" she said, considering her offer. Wait! What am I doing?! What am I about to get myself into?!

"All right! Let's go!" he opened the door, and she came in. "Do you like 'em hot, or cold?"

"Hot and steamy." she replied, boldly taking off her shirt.

"What a coincidence. Me, too." he turned on the water, letting it get hot. "Come here, Sakura." She looked at him strangely, but came closer to him. "Are you nervous?"

"No. I want to know your motives because I know you've said that you don't need a woman, so I want to know what you'll gain from this." she said, demanding that he tell her the truth.

"The knowledge of your body. I'd like to know more about female bodies, particularly your body, Sakura." He paused, letting his words sink in. "You'll be my first, just so you know. Please, be nice to me." he said, grinning.

"Really?" she replied, finding that hard to believe. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. Maybe I shouldn't do this."

"Why? It doesn't matter if I'm not your first. A beautiful and hot woman like yourself should have been with half a dozen guys by now."

"What if it's only been one, and it was by force?" she whispered, shocked that she would tell him this.

"What!?" he shouted. "Who was he?" He waited for her to answer but didn't get one. "Sakura, tell me."

I need to distract him from wanting to know more. I don't even know why I even told him this much! Her only response was to take off the rest of her clothes and to remove his towel. She ran her hands up his chest and through his dark hair, pressing against him. "The water's warm, isn't it?" she asked, only an inch away from his mouth.

Getting distracted by her body being so close to his, he said, "It's not the only thing that's warm." He said, backing her into his shower.

"Show me."

He picked her up and slid her down his body, enjoying the feeling. "I'll show you, if you really want to find out."

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to!" she said, moving against him.

He kissed her, delving into her warm mouth with his tongue, and she kissed him back. The warm water sprayed down on them, causing their skin to become slick. He put his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him, bringing her into direct contact with his throbbing manhood. "We need to get washed first, don't we?" he said, bringing a bar of soap in front of her.

"Yes, we do need to." She watched as he rubbed soap onto his hands. He looked at her questioningly, and she nodded. He started with her arms, rubbing the soap up and down her arms, then down her sides. He turned her around and washed her back, deciding to wash her breasts from behind, pressing himself against her butt. He cupped her breasts, rubbing his hands against them and between them, then pinching the hardened nipples, imagining what it would feel like to have them in his mouth, being able to lick and pull on them. He turned her around, looking at her breasts sitting there, begging for his mouth. He ignored the urge to bend down and take one into his mouth, and got out a bottle of shampoo instead. Focus on washing her, THEN playing with her. He rubbed the shampoo into her long pink strands of hair (it had grown back since she cut it), massaging her temple and head with his very skilled hands. When he was done and all the soap was out of her hair and off of her body, she took the bar of soap from him and did the same thing to him, just not as restrained.

She rubbed the bar of soap onto her hands, and began washing his shoulders, down to his fingers, then she worked on his stomach-which was flat, hard, and very developed, up to his chest, brushing his own nipples a few times with her fingertips, and she came back down, going down on bended knee to get to his legs. She rubbed her hands up the back of his legs, then around to the front of them. She decided to be bold and cupped him in her hands, rubbing her palm against him. Sasuke, unprepared for this, stiffened. "Sakura..." he began, but she silences him. "I'm washing you-ALL of you."

"No, you're not. I'm almost too far along anyways, so you need to watch it if you want to do this in a comfortable place. If you don't watch it, it'll be over before it even gets started." he said, pulling her up.

"But the sooner we get it done now, the more we can do it later!" she said, putting her arms around his neck.

"All right. I see your logic in that." He lifted her up and thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned around so that she was pressed against the bathroom wall, both trapping and supporting her. He kissed her, moving in and out of her, finding his release all too soon. When it was done, they were both shocked and amazed at what they had done and found together. He pulled out of her, let her slide back down to the floor, but made no other move to move away from her.

They stood there, under the spray of the shower, letting the steamy water wash over their hot bodies. When they both recovered a little, Sasuke moved back and wanted to know if she was ready to be done in the shower. "Or we could just go for round two…"

"No. Let's get going. I am ready to get out and get dried off." She said, moving out from between him and the wall.

Sasuke turned off the water, and got out a towel for her to dry herself with. "What are you going to use?" she asked as wrapped the towel around her body.

"You." He stepped up behind her and rubbed himself back and forth, drying first his front, then his back. He picked her up and walked over to his bed, and sat her on his lap. She snuggled into him, enjoying the nearness of his body, knowing that it was unusual for him to be all close and cuddly. "Sakura, will you tell me how many men you've been with?"

He remembered! She stiffened and replied, "I already told you: one."

"Who was he?" he asked, feeling her stiffen. "Did he hurt you?"

A bunch of memories came flooding back to her. She got up and started getting dressed. "Yes he did, and I don't know who he was." When she had her clothes back on, she said, "But I don't want to talk about it, and obviously you do." She started to leave, but he got up and grabbed her arm.

"No, I don't. I just wanted to know what happened, but if you don't want to talk about it, then I'll leave it alone." he said, not wanting her to go. Not when we just had such a good time.

"Do you really want to know? Fine, I'll tell you." She looked at him, and he could see the fire burning in her eyes. Not a fire from passion, but anger, hurt, betrayal. "I was leaving the club after I had yelled at you." She took a deep breath, trying to block the unwanted memories, but they would not be suppressed. "The guy I danced with followed me out, and figured I took the back way so he and I could be alone together. I apparently led him on, and he wanted his "reward" for all the attention I gave him, and all the attention he returned.

"He forced himself on you!" Sasuke shouted, growing angry.

"Yes, he did. I called out to you. I even screamed your name, but of course you didn't come. I told him I was a virgin, but he didn't care. He took my clothes off, pushed me on the floor, beat me into submission, then unbuttoned his pants and had his way with me." she said, shuddering at the memory.

"Sakura…" Sasuke said, looking at her with eyes filled with sorrow. "I never…"

"Don't!" she interrupted him before he could hurt her further. "I'm fine, but I think I need to leave." She turned and walked off, thinking that she was ten times the fool for telling him about this.

Sasuke sat there for awhile, then decided that he wasn't going to let her walk away. Why should I be condemned because I didn't even hear her screaming? He picked his clothes up off the floor and thought, What happened to, 'I don't need any woman!' Sasuke?One thing's for sure: I'll never understand them!

TO BE CONTINUED...

A.N. Hope you liked the lemon!
Dragon Queen