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Author's note: um, so there's some sex in here. Sorry if the layout is confusing; it's supposed to mirror Sakura's thought process. XD Hope it makes sense!

Aaaaaand because of the angst in this chapter, I'm going to just destroy the humor genre like, right now.

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Chapter 7

By Its Sex Scenes

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Sakura woke up to the sound of her sensei snoring. Turning her head, she watched as his shoulders eased up and down. Without his glasses in the way, he seemed almost innocent and boyish, his eyelashes long and thick, grazing the tops of his cheekbones.

She wondered how he'd look if she kissed him awake.

Her eyes flickered down to his mouth.

(With quick flicks of his tongue, her back arched. She didn't know where to put her hands—

did she cover her mouth or cling to the bedsheets or tug on his thick, soft locks, claw at his back?

but she couldn't stop her hips from bucking towards his talented mouth. The sounds coming out of her mouth were foreign; she didn't remember breathing, just crying out to God and Jesus and oh God that was good—)

She didn't think that things would've gone that far, but after the lecture last night about love and all of its subcategories of love it just broke all her resolve to keep as far away from him as possible.

(Didn't she know that she sounded like one of those broken records that played those heartsick love stories about not being able to keep away from one's taboo desires?)

Of course, she had only thought maybe just one little kiss

(But she heard the sincerity in his voice when he told her how beautiful she looked writhing under him, glowing with the passion and lust he felt for her and if she had been in her right mind, she would've realized how poetic he was with his words before she gave into something that wiped all reason and color from her mind—)

—and that was all it took for Sasuke to carry her back to his apartment and into his bed.

She closed her eyes and shivered, unable to believe how vividly she could replay every single detail in her mind.

(There's simply something in how a man touches you that makes you crumble. And she couldn't place it, how it felt to her—

But she felt it when she felt his hands slide against her breasts.

Felt it when he caressed her sex.

When he tasted her—when she tasted him.

Held her, kissed her, gently stroked her—

As if she would break.)

She lay there, still under his sheets.

Ino was bound to worry. How would she explain this to her? Would she tell the truth? Could she? What would happen now?

After all, Sasuke had clearly shown interest in her last night—but boys would never outgrow themselves, would they? Would he still want her around?

An even bigger question turned in her mind: did she regret this?

After all, she hadn't figured out his "true identity"…

And this happened…

What would happen if she did find that he was Jiraiya? What then?

(She couldn't help but cry out his name when he hit that magical spot within her and sucked on a taut pink nipple. And he seemed to like the way it sounded on her tongue so much that his pace became frantic.

"Oh God…"

She didn't even notice the red trails her nails were making down his back, nor the way Sasuke stared at her in wonder as she succumbed to a world of pleasure for the first time that night.)

She felt her nipples grow hard at the memory then shook her head to get herself back on track. She quickly made her resolutions—she'd tell Ino what happened (maybe not in so much detail, but enough so she'd get the idea that she had, in fact, lost her virginity to Sasuke), probably talk to Sasuke about working something out between them…

… maybe ask him to forget the whole "deal" thing and move on to something bigger and better between the both of them.

The thought of that made her smile and she shook her head at herself for being so foolish—after all, Sasuke was just Sasuke; sure, if he had been Jiraiya, it probably would've been understandable to not want anyone to know that he wrote porn, but she definitely knew that he'd be straight with her about it if he did.

Of course, she thought with a grin, if I hadn't had the impression he was Mr. Erotica Novelist, we probably wouldn't even be here in the first place.

Slowly, she eased herself out of bed, careful not to wake Sasuke before she took a glance at the clock by his bedside and sighed a bit out of relief when she saw it was barely past six o'clock. Tugging on a shirt she found on the floor (it was probably Sasuke's considering how large it was compared to her), she decided that she'd best make herself a cup of coffee when she saw an open Microsoft document on Sasuke's computer monitor.

Now, having been raised in a household that valued individual privacy more than anything, Sakura knew not to go poking her nose into other people's business…

… but see here: Sasuke had always been pretty private about stuff he wrote and during one of their dates, he had mentioned that he did occasionally write…

… and by write, he said he wrote nonfiction essays for the psychology forum on the internet.

On most occasions, Sakura definitely knew better—but there were two aspects of this occasion that overruled and damned all of her manners: one, Sasuke wrote stuff for a psychology forum, so that meant that he knew all the new stuff that was coming out in the psychology world before most people knew of it and two, Sasuke seemed way too poetic last night to not be able to write well.

Especially in the way he whispered his desire in the dirtiest words she'd ever heard.

Sakura blushed and thrashed her head about while silently making inhuman noises at the thought of last night again. Then, after a good shaking of her head, she tip-toed over to the computer monitor, double checking that Sasuke was indeed still fast asleep, and squinted at the screen.

Alright then—let's see…

Sakura observed the many colorful annotations (no doubt he was in the process of correcting some of the parts of his works), most of them dealing with structure and the grammar of the content. Sakura laughed when she saw the mentioning of too many –ing phrases because "only Sasuke could say something like that about his work."

It wasn't until she saw the annotation about the mentioning of too many meatsticks that she had to do a double take.

Um.

What?

The only writer she knew that mentioned (and practically created that term) meatsticks…

A silent swallow.

… was Jiraiya.

Scrolling back to the top, Sakura felt goosebumps on her arms and a thick lump forming in her throat when she read the title: Hot Horny Nights (Temporary Name).

"It was the night she finally succumbed to his charms.

She came to his flat, dripping wet, flushed pink in the cheeks and no doubt pink well-below. Her green eyes glowed with lust and fearful anticipation as she slowly revealed herself to him in all of her pure, pale glory, her skin milky white against the alabaster moon."

Sakura felt her face flush once more, but not out of arousal.

Her hands trembled then grew into small balls of fists.

As she continued on with the word document, the heroine suspiciously seemed to sound more and more like her. Green eyes, pale pink hair, pale skin, even a sarcastic sense of humor.

And it didn't exactly help Sasuke's case that the seductive male role of the novel seemed to fit his character to a tee.

When she scrolled back up to the top of the word document, she couldn't help but notice small letters underneath the title:

BY J-SANIN

Bile rose in her throat and her brow furrowed. She wiped the hot tears that were starting to sting at her eyes.

She rolled the chair back and stood up, wordlessly going over to pick up her clothes and slipping them on. She dropped his shirt back on the floor and stood over him, contemplating, itching to punch him in the face.

She lowered her eyes at his still sleeping face. "So this is how you write your novels," she whispered to him, her voice breaking. "That's how they sounded so real. Because you base them off of reality."

Bitterness bubbled out when she gave a small laugh. "And here I was, thinking that I was being so smart about everything." Another bitter laugh. "Fucking hell."

Sakura gathered up all her things, not even bothering to look back at him. At this point, she didn't care if he woke up and saw her leaving.

Didn't care if he called for her anymore.

The creaking floorboards kept her along and awake enough to keep walking out, sober enough to wonder where her shoes were and if she had all of her books. Her legs felt numb and sore; her jaw, locked tight. She thought of all the things she should have told him, lamps and bedposts she should have tied him to so that he couldn't dodge the books she should have thrown at him. Questions she should've asked him.

It wasn't until she got to the outside that she couldn't stop the flood of hot tears anymore.

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"Alright," Sakura told herself as she jogged in place, up and down in front of the humanitarian studies building, her textbook snuggled nicely in her arms. "You can do this; just a couple more weeks and you're done with this course, right? right."

With a deep breath, she gulped and made her way in to lecture hall, easing her way in the farthest corner she could find.

.

.

.

So…

Sakura wanted to kill herself.

Not like, really kill herself (after all, that'd be a waste of intelligent life).

But for the rest of the day, she wished that she would kind of just, sort of, slip out of existence.

She cringed when she heard Sasuke's droning lecture voice.

"—so, as you know, the four stages of sex are, in order, excitement, plateau, orgasm, and resolution—"

… and that was probably why.

She realized in a quick moment that she forgot to read the class notes (you know, 'cause running away from your professor's home and going home to sink into your couch and drowning yourself in junk food to wipe away all the stupidity you've ever been a part of doesn't really involve the time to indulge in a moment's worth of studying and God knows why)—so instead of sinking into her seat like normal (after all, she was all the way in the back this time), she decided to do something useful with her time and actually highlight and read the lecture notes.

But since the lecture today was about sex she couldn't exactly get other thoughts out of her mind, no matter how much she without a doubt wanted to.

"—now, excitement involves the arousal of the genitals, the beginning stages—"

Nipples puckered, his mouth sucking hungrily on one tit and a hand engulfing the other.

She squirmed—felt her body heat up at the memory. The sweat on her brow was no doubt from the guilt.

She could hear the sound of his oxfords clacking across the linoleum floor.

"—plateau is the stage of augmenting arousal, in which the genitals become much more lubricated and the palpitations of the heart increase dramatically, like the rising action in a storyline—"

She couldn't help how hard she was breathing, didn't realize how tightly she was clinging onto him or how her nails were digging in enough to create moon-shaped indentations in his flesh—didn't stop to think, only to feel the way he rutted against her, his sweat dripping onto her breasts, in such a fashion that it made her burn hot to the core.

Sakura felt herself tremble. God, she shouldn't be thinking about that—she couldn't!

But she knew that her body was betraying her every thought and conscious action—because she felt the way heat pooled into the pit of her stomach and how wet a certain area between her legs was becoming.

She squeezed her thighs together, rubbing insistently to stop herself.

Oh God, ohGod, ohGod—

"—and orgasm is the stage that most of us overemphasize; this is actually the shortest stage of the sexual stages, lasting only seconds—"

Clack. Clack.

Sakura trembled when she felt herself go numb—from pleasure, from betrayal, from pain, she didn't really know.

But she knew that her mind went blank when she realized that Sasuke's shoes were right beside her.

"Resolution phase is when the body returns to its normal state, prior to arousal. This is normally a period of relaxation, and it could possibly take from half an hour to two hours for the body to recover from its aroused state."

She could see it—she couldn't very well look up, but she knew that in his eyes, he could remember the way she felt in his arms after they made love from the way he stroked her sides and held her close to him as if she really were the only one who ever affected him in such a way.

It was such a convincing act that it even fooled her.

"In any case," Sasuke said as he retreated from the back of the room to the front of the lecture hall, "that concludes our lecture on sex; I'm sure you all know all there is to know of sex. Please read the lecture notes on the next chapter and do expect a quiz soon. Dismissed."

The hall buzzed with excited chatter on the lecture, not of its outstanding deliverance but its subject.

Sakura nearly slumped and rolled her eyes in cynicism when she heard two girls gossiping about which professors would be the sweetest lays and which ones they should lay to get their grade point averages up to par.

But before she could do any sort of sneaking out, Sasuke called her to his desk.

So.

Here she was.

Waiting at his desk while everyone else filed out to their next destinations.

She didn't bother making herself comfortable on the chair in front of his desk, merely holding her books in her arms and staring at him, waiting for him to be done and send her off like the professional he should be.

Sasuke sat down and exhaled through his nose before he said, "I didn't see you this morning."

She rolled her eyes. "I was in class. Just way in the back, that's all."

"You know what I mean, Sakura."

"Uchiha-sensei, if you're going to bring this up, I have better uses for my time. I have another class to catch in half an hour and I don't fancy being—"

"You're late anyways," he said, cutting her off. Sasuke took off his glasses and narrowed his eyes at her. "Why did you leave?"

The only thing she really had left in her arsenal was a set of cold, unmoving stares. "I don't have to explain myself to a lying pervert."

"If this is about our relationship as student and professor—"

"No, Uchiha, you idiot!"

Her books clattered to the floor, long forgotten as the barriers around her fell. She trembled, her hands fisting into vicious balls. "You used me! You used me as writing material in your new stupid book, Jiraiya!"

Sasuke became very, very still.

The silence and tension were palpable between them, thick as phlegm and sore and cold.

"You were the one who touched my computer," Sasuke said.

Sakura could hear the anger smoldering below the surface of his hardened complexion.

And it blew up.

"What the hell, Sakura?" Sasuke growled, standing up now, his hands slamming onto his desk so hard that the sound of flesh and wood reverberated through the entire lecture hall. "That's an invasion of privacy!"

"So is having sex with me, but you didn't hear me complaining about it at the time!" she shot back, squaring up to him in full. "So is using me as 'inspiration'," she said, emphasizing her point with air quotes. "That should count as fucking plagiarism!"

Unsurprisingly, Sasuke was at a loss of words.

"Oh God, I can't even look at you, you—you sick creep!" she shouted, throwing stacks of paper and a stapler and paper weights at him.

"Oh, I'm the sick creep?" he retorted, flipping papers back at her. "You're the one reading my books!"

Sakura sputtered and put a hand to her temple, almost fearing that she'd have broken a vein because of his stupidity. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath before she turned back to him.

"It's not about your stupid books anymore. You used me as inspiration for your novel." She shook her head slightly at him, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth hanging slightly open, just—wondering why. "How many other girls did you sleep with to get your first book finished?"

No response.

Rage bubbled up through her veins. "I said, how many, Sasuke?" she repeated, slowly as if he couldn't read her lips.

When she didn't get another response out of him, she screamed a cry of frustration and shoved his computer monitor of his desk. "How many?" She stared at him, searching for any sign of acknowledgement. "Huh?"

Sasuke couldn't find the words in him to speak. He could only stare back sadly at her. A couple of times he opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again.

Sakura couldn't stop trembling. The hot tears were back and threatening to slip down her face and she was so afraid that she couldn't stop them. Her voice broke. "That's all you saw when you looked at me? Cheap inspiration and a good lay?"

He lowered his eyes.

She closed her eyes. Felt the tears roll down her face, but she could have cared less. A half sob and a half laugh crossed her lips and she shook her head. Gathering her books in her trembling hands, she walked over slowly to the door, not even bothering to turn back.

She didn't have to, to feel his eyes on her back.

"You're fucking scum," she whispered.

And walked right out of the lecture hall.

Sasuke only found the courage in him to speak once she left.

Staring at the firebrand of desk utensils and the broken computer monitor, he whispered, "You were the only one."

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Author's note: so I know Sakura may seem unnecessarily violent in this, but she's angry and I've always imagined her to be a firebrand whenever she was angry—which is something Sasuke would be, but Sakura definitely has that possibility too.

In any case… a new twist in the story has arrived.

Now time to see if things can be resolved properly, fufufu~

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