Aaaahhh! Okay, so this wouldn't leave me be. So here's some DeiSaku (they're called Crack!ships cause they're addicting) smut, cause apparently I can't keep my mind out of the gutter. This hasn't been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. Enjoy! - Deni

Sakura stood at attention, doing her best to bite back a yawn as her mentor appraised her. She had a good idea as to why she bad been called in, and Tsunade only confirmed her hunch when she finally spoke up.

"Shizune says you've been at the hospital every day for the past 20 days now."

"I do work there, shishou."

"Yes, but your shifts are only supposed to be 12 hours, not 18," she retorted as she shuffled through papers on her desk.

"There was that squad last week... and with the training of the new medics, I couldn't just leave-"

"Yes, you could. You should've. You look dead on your feet as it is and if an emergency were to arise, I'd need you at your best. And currently, you are not."

"I'm okay, shishou, really."

"You're taking a week off of work. I don't care what you do with your time as long as you don't set a foot inside the hospital."

"But-"

"End of discussion. And don't think you can get around me. Understand?"

Sakura bowed to her. "Yes, shishou."

Tsunade sent her off with a wave of her hand, and the rosette murmured a goodbye. It wasn't until she left the Tower that a smile spread on her face. After all, it was that time of year again. She tried to reel back her excitement. There was no guarantee that he's even show, but still she'd go – as promised – and wait.

Right after a hot shower and three days of sleep. Well, as close to it at least. She sighed as she entered her apartment. It had been a long time since she was able to nab ten solid hours of sleep. She cleaned out her fridge, packed a bag, and bought a supply of snacks for the trip. She perused a few shops, and even bought some new panties.

"What'd ya get Forehead?"

Startled, Sakura clenched the bag shut hastily, and turned to see Ino giving her quite the smirk. "O-oh, nothing."

A blonde brow rose skeptically. "Please... I see the Mimi's Boutique bag. Tired of feeling boring?"

"I'm not boring."

"So, what'd ya get?"

Sakura sighed. "Well, I'm certainly not showing you in the middle of the street. Let's go get some dinner."

"Anything but barbecue!"

"Or ramen!" Sakura countered as they linked arms with a smile.

Ino rambled on about the stories she overheard in the flower shop, and inquired if Sakura had treated any hotties lately. They settled into a cozy restaurant where they ordered tempura and salads. And, once alone, Ino rummaged through Sakura's bag, pulling out a matching bra and panty set – in green.

The blonde whistled low. "Ooh... nice! It really matches your eyes."

Feeling happy with her purchase, Sakura leaned it. "Doesn't it?"

"Too bad no one will ever see it."

Sakura snatched it back and stuffed it into the bag. "Oh, shut up!"

"I'm not saying anything negative. It's okay if you want to treat yourself and feel sexy. I get it."

"Thanks, Ino."

"And it's good you got the one with a little padding."

"Pig," she growled darkly.

Her friend held up her hands. "Just saying. You gotta play to your assets. Boobs aren't yours. But you did get a nice cut on those panties. It'll really show off your butt."

Sakura rolled her eyes and sighed. "You exhaust me. I go from wanting to smack you, to hugging you, and back again every time you open your mouth."

Ino shrugged. "It's not me you're mad at. It's my brutal honesty."

"Sure."

"So... why did you buy them?"

"No reason," she replied as she lifted her glass.

A shoulder pressed against hers. "Come on, tell your best friend Ino."

"There's nothing to tell."

"You're lying."

"Ino," she warned.

"Please?" She folded her hands beneath her chin and pouted.

Exasperated, Sakura sighed. "Fine! Me and a guy from another village meet up once a year to lock ourselves in a hotel and fuck each other's brains out."

Ino stared her down in silence, for at least a solid minute that felt much, much longer before breaking out into laughter. "Oh! That's a good one, Sakura! Really..."

"I'm telling you the truth."

"Sure you are. Don't worry, I'm gonna figure it out."

Sakura only smiled and sipped her drink. Usually when her friend said those words, she meant it – and there was rarely a time she didn't pull through. But Sakura doubted she'd succeed this time.

OoO

The next morning, Sakura headed out, a little extra pep in her step and her Mimi's Boutique purchase buried under her other clothes. By lunchtime she had reached her destination. The trading outpost village was relatively small, but it had plenty to offer. On the outskirts of the east side sat a humble motel. It was where they always met and in the lobby, she inquired about a Tsubaki, who had not yet arrived. So she signed in under an alias, paid for the room, and let the attendant know she was expecting him.

She dangled the room key from her fingers and chuckled at the cute little charm attached to it. Last year's was a bird. This one was a koi. Entering the room, she shucked off her pack and tossed it onto the bed. To kill some time, she took a shower and slipped into her new bra and panties before dressing. She browsed through the available TV channels, trying to keep her mind off of how slow the time seemed to be passing.

Then there was the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and she perked up, biting her lower lip to hold in the smile, but she couldn't contain it as he walked in. He dropped his pack and pushed blond forelocks from his face.

"Long time, no see, Akari," he teased.

"Oh shut up, Tsubaki," she retorted from her spot on the bed.

Mischief, longing, danger, danced in his azure eyes as he took in the sight of her. He looked almost foreign without his signature cloak and a brown one draped over his shoulders in its place. "We've got to do this more than once a year, un."

"Getting to meet up once a year is hard enough."

"I'm sure we could find the time," he offered as he came closer.

Sakura scoffed. "You don't know Tsunade. I'll take what we can get. Besides... it makes things between us a bit more explosive, don't you think?"

"Diving into foreplay already?" He tossed his belongings on the floor by the bed, his knee sinking into the mattress beside her.

She craned her head back to hold his gaze and smirked as his fingers came up to caress her cheek. "I remember what you like."

"I remember what you like, too, un."

Her breath hitched as he moved in, her stomach clenched in anticipation. Their lips touched, and while she knew that what they were doing was wrong – on so many levels – she couldn't stop. She didn't want to. They were enemies, but when their paths crossed years ago, he didn't take the opportunity to strike her down. They had both been injured, separated from others, and seeking refuge. They reached a truce of sorts, and he gave her food to help replenish her chakra, and she bandaged what she could for him until she could heal him.

They had spent three nights huddled together in a cold, damp cave to keep warm – two nights struggling with the close proximity and understanding each other, and the raw electricity that seemed to spark between them. And one night giving into it.

And every year after, they agreed to meet and see if the spark was still there. Either one of them had the power to stop it. All either had to do was simply not show up. But for the second year now they both arrived.

Deidara pushed her back onto the bed, his tongue sliding in to meet hers. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to his body, his touch. His fingers threaded into her hair, curling around the back of her neck, and thumb brushing across her jaw as he crossed a leg over her, maneuvering himself fully onto her.

He had missed her warmth; countless campsites and fires did little for him in comparison to what she did. He hummed in approval as her arms circled him.

Sakura let out a pleased sigh as his other hand roamed down the side of her body, squeezing her thigh. She rolled her body up against his, and gasped for breath as he finally relinquished her lips.

"One kiss and I'm already hard," he spoke against her lips.

She smirked. "I wonder what two will do?" she asked and initiated another kiss.

A lazy, heated energy made its way through her body from her center. It tingled her skin, flushing her cheeks as his mouth left hers and peppered across her neck. It beat in time with her heart, pulsing between her legs, and made parts of her ache with need to be touched as his hand palmed a breast and squeezed. It was criminal how good it felt.

Her hand slipped beneath his shirt and she dragged her nails along the sinewy muscle of his back. He moaned against her, enraptured by her touch. He pulled back from her, extending his arms and holding himself above her. Her eyes darted across his face, curious, as he sat up on his knees, still straddling her.

"I wanted to draw this out, but I don't know if I can... especially when you touch me like that."

"It was just your back," she reasoned with a little smile.

"It's been a year. You could probably get me to come just by touching my elbow."

She laughed, and he liked how it sounded to his ears. Her fingertips lit up in blue chakra and she wiggled them at him. "We can find out."

He took hold of her wrist and held her hand down against the bed. "Enough, woman, just let me touch you, un?"

She bit the corner of her lip and nodded. "Okay."

He took the zipper on the front of her shirt between his fingers and let it down slowly. The revelation of her creamy skin was a turn on in itself. He opened her shirt, wetting his lips as he looked down upon her and the green bra that covered her still.

"Nice," he commented, and flickered his gaze up at her. "It matches your eyes."

A light blush dusted her cheeks, satisfied that it had gotten the exact reaction out of him that she had hoped for.

"Do the panties match, too?" he inquired.

"Why don't you find out?"

He took in a sharp breath and lifted a brow at her. "If they match..." He didn't finish his sentence, only groaned at the thought.

Sitting back further, he unbuttoned the top of her skirt and then found the zipper. Sakura felt even more on edge as it seemed he was lowering it slower than her shirt. She'd have ripped them off herself if she knew he was going to take his sweet ass time. But for Deidara, the reveal was just as important, and he committed it to memory – every single inch of every single portion of her body becoming exposed to him.

He sighed, in awe, as she lifted her hips and he slid it down her legs, finding that they did match. He backed off the bed, taking the skirt down and off her legs. He stood there and pressed his curled fingers to his mouth. She was so damn beautiful laid out there in matching underwear, her pink hair cascading around her face, and looking up at him practically shouting with her eyes Do you like what you see?

Sakura felt almost vulnerable under his hungry gaze, and the more time that passed in silence the more that tension rose within her. "Deidara?"

He let out a deep breath and turned to hold her stare. The desire, the lust, that she saw simmering in those blue depths made the breath catch in her throat. His lips quirked as he finally sat beside her, and when he spoke, each word was punctuated with a heavy ache, voice raspy and needy. "I'm going to devour you, Haruno Sakura."

She opened her mouth to reply, but he covered it with his own. His tongue relentlessly probed the cavern of her mouth, swallowing her moans as his hand found her breasts again. His lips abandoned hers, leaving them kiss-bruised, and suckled on her neck. Her skin was silky under his fingers that brushed up and down her side and stomach, and he reveled in the minute twitches when he passed over ticklish spots.

Sakura closed her eyes as his kisses traveled between the valley of her breasts, as that slow burn that had been ignited was fed more kindling when he pulled the straps from her shoulders and tugged the cups of her bra down. She gasped as his tongue came out to twirl around a rosy bud before sucking it into his mouth. He was wet and hot and each tap of his tongue only stirred the want building inside her. He released her with a wet pop and then ducked back to lavish the same attention upon its twin.

He loved it when her fingers curled in his hair, when she arched against his mouth, and her voice faltered. She never once had to say that he was doing something wonderful to her, her body did all the talking for her. And even after a year apart, he was still very familiar with every shudder and sigh that praised his efforts.

Lying beside her, his hand continued south, smoothing down the toned plane of her stomach. His fingertips teased along the waistband of her panties and he released her breast to look up at her. Her eyes were half-lidded and glazed over in yearning. She was watching him intently, tongue subconsciously swiping across her lips. Her hips shifted, and he smirked.

She sucked in a breath as his fingers pressed down and slipped under her panties. She could feel his touch graze across the trim patch of hair there, the calloused pads skimming outside her nether lips. His fingers parted to drag along either side of her opening, but not going inside of her, and she whimpered. She wanted him so badly. It was driving her crazy to feel him so close to where she wanted his touch, yet not quite achieving it.

He chuckled low in her ear, his lips brushing against the outer shell. "You want me inside you?"

"Yes," she managed to whisper.

The blunt tip of his finger slipped into her folds, barely to the first knuckle, and swept up and down, feeling the moisture that had gathered, but nothing more.

She whined, and he took pleasure in it. "Oh, you want more than that, un?"

"Yes." And this time, her voice was more needy.

Slick with her essence, his finger drew up to her clit and pressed against the fleshy nub. Her body jerked and she cooed as he moved in slow little circles. His nose brushed against hers, tongue lapping at her lips as she mewled softly for him. He bit down on his lower lip to keep the grin at bay as he continued to watch her lips part and her brows twitch, the flush of her cheeks becoming more apparent.

Sakura clenched onto his forearm as a shudder rippled through her body. "Deidara..."

His finger slowed and then traced back down to her slit. This time, he didn't stop and pushed all the way inside of her. They sighed collectively – she at finally having a taste of friction, and he at how hot and wet she had become.

Being surrounded by other men, Deidara took the time to appreciate the female body – the delicate curves, the softness, the slick velvety heat, and kami, the sounds. The sounds Sakura made were enough alone to fuel his fantasies for months. He bent down to kiss her again, making small noises of approval to encourage her to be louder. And then he added another finger with ease, slowly rocking them in and out of her, gently hooking them with every instroke and tapping that sweet spot which only served to make her wetter.

Sakura tried to keep her breath steady, but she was failing as he continued to torture her, so slow and sweet. She had touched herself plenty of times, but even knowing what she enjoyed, her fingers never felt as good as his. She licked her lips as they suddenly felt dry and moaned as his pace increased. Her thighs jerked and she could hear him hum, obviously pleased. If she could force her eyes open, she was sure he'd be smiling.

And he was. How could he not be? It wasn't very often that he had a beautiful woman spread before him, and a kunoichi at that. Her skin was warm as he pressed his lips to it, dotting her collarbone with soft, open-mouthed kisses. Her hips undulated against his hand, seeking more of him to fulfill the growing desire burning within her.

She cried out in protest as he withdrew his fingers, teasing the flesh around her lips before dragging upward once again. Dual fingers, covered in her honey, fell on either side of her clit. And with a little pressure he rubbed up and down, trapping her hot little pearl between them. Her reaction was instantaneous. Her eyes shot open, jaw dropping, and her breath coming out in broken fragments.

His icy blue eyes fell to her breasts, almost hypnotized by the way they lightly jiggled with her every twitch. "You're so fuckin sexy, un."

She managed to momentarily return the smile before groaning and giving in to the advancing pleasure. Her breath came more ragged, and her abdominals kept spasming. Her head jerked to the side, where her lips pressed to his shoulder. "Oh, god..."

Then suddenly his fingers were gone, and she gaped up at him; the fire that had been raging to consume her backed off. "Why... did you stop?"

"You're here having so much fun. I just wanted a little taste," he replied. His wet fingertips trailed up her stomach, and over her breasts, before he lifted them to his mouth. Both fingers disappeared behind his lips, and he hummed in delight as he tongued every last drop of her from them, savoring her flavor as if she was the sweetest thing he has tasted in months.

Sakura couldn't say it aloud, but watching him suck his fingers clean of her really turned her on. His gaze was dark as he opened his eyes again. "You taste so good."

"Do I?"

He nodded as he leaned down. Their mouths joined as his fingers slipped back inside of her. He curled them upward with every forward push, no longer taking his time with her.

She could taste herself on his lips, it was discerning from his own flavor, and she rather liked it. Her fingers fisted in his blond locks as she held him to her, not ready to part just yet. She relished the velvety friction of his tongue against her own, how his soft moans reverberated through her mouth.

And then suddenly, Sakura pulled away, crying out as the tongue hidden in his palm emerged. It lapped and twirled around her clit. Deidara flashed her a devilish smirk as she shook before him.

"That's it... just let it go..." he urged.

"Ungh... Dei... dara!" Her voice rose in pitch, her legs quaking. Her hips moved of their own accord, wanting more, more, more. Her eyes rolled back before she clenched them shut.

Deidara felt like he could burst just watching her. The pleasured grimaces that crossed her face were gorgeous, and to know that he was causing such pleasure, causing such reactions, only heightened his thirst for her.

Her fingers curled in the bed sheets, knuckles going white, before her body snapped taut and a desperate wail tore itself from her throat.

"Boom," he whispered, though it went unnoticed by Sakura.

His fingers continued to piston in and out of her fluttering passage, the tongue in his palm slowing to let her ride out her orgasm, sailing to a smooth stop.

Sakura hadn't felt so sated, so boneless and relieved in such a long time; she didn't even register the shift of weight on the bed. She let out a long, dreamy sigh as she finally came back to her body. "Wow," she muttered with a grin before cracking open her eyes. "You're amazing."

Deidara had already moved between her legs, shirt discarded and fisting his hard cock, using her juices on his fingers as lubricant. "Tell me something I don't know."

She smirked. "You're a cocky asshole."

"I said something I don't know," he retorted before grabbing her thighs and jerking her toward him. She let out a playful yelp and then held his gaze as she took him in her hand and aligned him with her entrance.

She gasped as he pushed into her, inching forward, stretching her slowly to accommodate him until he was sheathed fully inside her.

"Damn, woman," he breathed in awe as she squeezed and fluttered around him, giving them both time to adjust. It had been far too long since he had been coupled with anyone, and her tight, wet pussy was perfection.

Her arms circled him, her tongue brushing against his ear. "What are you waiting for? I feel like I'm going to die if I don't feel you move inside me."

"I feel like I'm going to die if I do move."

She rocked her hips up against his, earning a sharp hiss. "I can do all the moving," she suggested.

"So impatient," he growled.

"Can you blame me?"

"Just … let me..."

Slowly, he withdrew before inching forward again, sliding effortlessly against the slick walls of her passage. He circled his hips, hitting different spots inside of her, and groaned her name. He started to thrust into her, slow and controlled. All he really wanted to do was pound into her mercilessly, but two days once a year wasn't near enough. And although they still had time, he wanted to luxuriate in their first union in so long.

Sakura could feel every inch of him as he pushed his hips forward. Back and forth, in and out, over and over again. Her ankles crossed at the small of his back, using the angle to rock up and meet him. Sighs left her parted lips between kisses as he stoked the coals of passion within her.

Her forest green eyes were darkened into twin pools of longing, and if Deidara wasn't careful he could easily get lost in them. There wasn't a part of her body that he didn't admire. His hands on either side of her head braced the majority of his weight as his pace gradually increased, chest sliding against her soft curves. She cooed and moaned at the delicious friction building between them and inside of her.

She lifted her head to his and kissed him, eagerly trying to keep up with his increased speed, until she could hold his mouth no longer. And then she was kissing him everywhere she could reach – his cheek, neck, shoulder, arm – she simply couldn't get enough of him. If she had been in her right mind, she would've known how dangerous those feelings she was having really were. But he was slamming into her and the firm muscles of his buttocks were flexing beneath her fingers, and she couldn't form coherent thoughts.

He slowed, only for a moment, to grab her thigh and coax a single leg up to rest on his shoulder. The new position allowed him to hit a different spot within her, one that had Sakura whimpering and moaning with every swift instroke that drove her into the cheap motel mattress. That invisible coil was tightening in her belly again and she tried to snap her hips against his to communicate how close she was, how she needed him.

"Touch yourself for me."

Her hands fell to her breasts, kneading the tender globes and plucking at the stiff nipples that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her loins. Her toes curled as the sweet promising tingle of release spread across her body from her core. "Deida-ra!"

Pushing himself up fully on his hands, he began pounding into her wildly, all thoughts of self-restraint gone to the wind with that simple, sinful utterance of his name. His mouth pressed to her calf, the tiny ridges of his teeth sinking against her skin as her liquid heat squeezed him. He was so close, so incredibly close, but he wasn't going to leave her behind.

"Fuck... yeah... come for me, Sakura. I want to watch you come." His eyes darted down to where their bodies were joined. It was such an erotic sight that he nearly came undone.

Sakura's hands flew above her head, taking hold of the headboard that groaned under the pressure of her squeezing fingers, and then her orgasm tore through her, driving the breath from her lungs. The world seemed to fall away as electricity surged through her and poured from her fingertips and toes.

Sakura was beautiful as she reached climax, lips falling the shape of his name over and over (and if they had any neighbors, he was sure they hated them already). Her body tensed and trembled beneath him, her muscles clenched and clamped down around him, demanding he join her. And Deidara couldn't hold back any longer. A guttural cry left his lips resembling her name as he shuddered and jerked against her through his release.

He fell forward, catching himself on his forearms and resting his forehead against her chest, his hot breath puffing heavily over her sweat-slicked skin. He hummed when he felt her fingers rake through his hair, and he craned his head back to look at her. They were both panting, still trying to catch their breath, but neither could stop the smile from stretching their lips.

His body was hot and hard atop hers, but she enjoyed the feel of his weight settled on her. She coaxed him closer and planted a kiss on him, and while they were both spent for the time being there was no denying the hunger that they held for one another, still simmering just below the surface.

There was a collective moan as he eased from her and rolled to his side. They laid there, arms touching, as bodies cooled and heartbeats regulated. His fingers found her first, skimming along her torso and tracing the dip of muscle, the curve of her hip. If Sakura had possessed the ability, she probably would've purred.

"That feels good," she sighed and then turned her face to him, propping herself up on an elbow. "You feel good."

His lips quirked upward, just faintly. "Not as good as you."

Her palm flattened over his right pectoral and the 4-inch scar there. "This one is new."

Pain, anger, maybe even a little embarrassment seemed to flicker in his eyes. "It really fuckin hurt, too, un."

"I wish I could've been there... to heal it, to take care of you."

"That would've been nice. You should just join Akatsuki," he teased.

She scoffed. "Yeah... maybe..."

"In another life?"

"How about the next one?"

"Sounds like a deal. Until then, how about we eat horrible vending machine food and turn the tv up real loud to drown out your screams? Cause we still have 47 hours and I'm not done with you by a long shot."

She grinned as she circled her arms around his neck, pulling him toward her. "How about we skip the vending machine food and just get to the good stuff?"

As soon as Deidara opened his mouth to reply, his stomach gurgled – loudly. His cheeks went pink and Sakura couldn't stop the laugh from coming. He hid his face against her shoulder, cursing his luck.

"Okay, okay," she conceded with a giggle. "Let's get dressed and get something to eat. Something better than vending machine food. We need to refuel properly, you know."

He nodded, but his lips pressed to her shoulder, peppering up along her collarbone, tongue laving at the hollow of her throat. His fingers danced across her abdomen, tickling her ribs, and then fondling a breast. She mewled as his fingers circled her nipple, but didn't touch it directly.

"Deidara..."

His touch moved again, sweeping up her neck and curling in the soft tendrils of her hair as his lips hovered above hers, close enough to feel his heat. "So... food?"

"You play dirty," she accused.

"And you like it."

Sakura closed the gap and melded their mouths together. Eating food was promptly forgotten for another hour.