Sasuke had no idea what was going on. One minute they were talking about Sakura's addictions and the next, his body had a mind of its' own. Never before had he known this primal need.

He was almost sure that everything his body did, his mind was at a loss to how. He didn't tell his hands to touch her waist, feeling the soft red tank top under his hands, bunching. He sure as hell didn't tell his head to tilt and push into the kiss. And he knew for a fact that he didn't give his mouth and tongue permission to fall into the kiss and kiss her back.

But at this moment in time, no matter how hard Sasuke told his body to stop and to pull away, it wouldn't. It's not that he wanted to pull away, it's that he wasn't sure what this was. In his stomach he felt a warm sensation and he knew that if this continued he'd be done for.

Sakura on the other hand, wouldn't stop herself. Feeling his hands roam on her sides, her tank top bunching slightly, allowing the possibility of those same hands touching her skin. Feeling his mouth against hers, his tongue against hers. It was driving her insane. She hadn't felt the fire in her pit for so long.

She pressed her body closer to his, and he responded in turn, letting his hands fall to the small of her back, finally touching her skin. A shiver ran down Sakura's back feeling the warmth of his hands on her back. Her hands tangled into his hair as she pulled her tongue back, biting his lower lip.

Sasuke let a moan escape him when Sakura bit his lip. He could feel his cheeks burning, the blush stronger than ever. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest and his mind automatically went to what was beneath the thin fabric of her red tank top.

Sasuke was sure he had grown the willpower to pull away from the kiss, when he felt Sakura's soft hands touching his skin. The need to touch her became stronger as her fingers sent electric like shocks into his body. What was this girl doing to him?

Sakura ran her hands on his abs slowly, feeling every contour as she felt his hands roaming her back. She never would have expected to be here, in this moment with Sasuke after their first few meetings. He was normally so guarded and seemed to have such an opposition to females that she figured even if she did try, he'd push her away in a second.

The fact that he didn't and her thoughts of rejection were the exact opposite continued to keep the fire burning inside her burning strong. Sakura was almost sitting in his lap and wanted more than anything to breach the small space between the two.

As if he could read her mind, Sasuke pulled her forward onto his lap, her legs locking behind him. He tore his lips away from her and to her jawline, kissing her soft skin. "What the hell am I doing?!" He thought to himself as he could feel Sakura shiver against his body. She could feel the swell through his pants.

"Sasuke." He faintly heard his name being said, but he couldn't pull himself away.

"Sasuke," This time he felt hands push his shoulders slightly back and he moved his mouth away from Sakura's jaw, his eyes meeting hers.

The pink on her face did nothing but want to make him want to move his mouth back. He felt like like a different being was controlling his wants, needs and actions.

"Look, I've been nothing but honest with you," Sakura started, "And that's the type of person I am. As much as I'm enjoying this, I don't think it's smart."

She moved herself off of him, onto the rock, the fire inside her slowly to her dismay, diminishing. Sasuke looked at her questioningly, his eyes begging her to continue her train of thought.

"I really like you, Sasuke. The fact that you're so introverted intrigues me. The small bit you've shared with me tells me so many unspoken stories about you. And your body language is the biggest of them all. You're not used to being this close to women."

"Where are you going with this?"

"You deserve to do this type of thing with someone who isn't as fucked up as me," with that Sakura stood up, grabbing her things and leaving the clearing barefooted.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Sakura spoke to herself out loud in her frilly four post bed.

She would love more than anything to have Sasuke take her. No matter what she did since she left the wooded area, she couldn't get daydreams of him out of her head. Him coming into her room, forcing her up against a wall, kissing her, taking her. Him throwing her onto her bed, smashing into her with such force, letting his frustrations out.

The last time her mind had been so overcome with these thoughts was before she let the asshole of an ex take her innocence. Rationally, in the woods, she knew she couldn't let Sasuke do what she was sure they were leading to, not completely knowing the full baggage. It wasn't fair. She knew that she would become connected to him, committed, it was who she was. And if he wasn't ready for that, it wasn't right to do.

She had tried taking a cold shower, even though she had just taken a relaxing bubble bath, to get the daydreams of intimacy with Sasuke out of her mind. It didn't work. So as she laid in her bed, the clock reading 12:04AM, she threw her face into her pillow, groaning loudly.

"What the fuck is seriously wrong with me?" She yelled, this time, into the pillow.

Across the street, Sasuke, was sitting on his bed, the thoughts of the afternoon also seeming to not be able to leave his brain. Sakura's soft, warm skin. Her short hair tickling the side of his face. Her smell.

He groaned outwardly trying to get the thoughts of the pink haired vixen out of his mind. He stood up and walked to his balcony, sitting down. He groaned again, realizing he could see Sakura perfectly, laying in her bed.

Her face was down into the pillow and he saw her arms flailing. "What the fuck?"

Sasuke continued to watch as Sakura rolled over, looking at the canopy over her bed. Her lips were moving as she talked to herself.

Since she had left him in the clearing, all he could think about was her, and more importantly, what she had said to him. What did she mean someone who isn't as fucked up as her. Was she not paying attention when he told her about his fucked up life? He accepted the fact that she had a hard past with some jackass who didn't treat her right. He accepted that she did drugs, and he hoped that if what she said was true, being around him, helped her cope, he was more than willing to stick around.

Sasuke really didn't know why, but he felt compelled to do anything he could to help the girl. The way they kissed earlier, his primal needs, they only made him feel like everything he was doing was right.

Even though he had always thought he didn't have time for girls, something about this one made him feel like he could make the time. She was right when she said she had been nothing but honest with him. She opened herself up and told him who she was. It was absolutely alluring to know these things about her and still have that feeling in his gut.

As Sasuke watched Sakura, he watched her fall asleep, finally finding some peace in rest. "If only I were that lucky…" he thought to himself. It wasn't new for him to check to see Sakura in bed, after their first few days of drinking on the balcony, he wanted to make sure she was okay and didn't get too high somewhere, getting lost.

Sasuke watched as she rolled over, throwing the blankets off of her in her sleep, apparently too hot. His eyes widened as he saw her laying there, naked, the feeling inside him growing once again. This was too much.

He couldn't contain his eyes, looking at the sight. She looked like a pink haired angel in her sleep. He wanted nothing more to see her closer, to watch her sleep peacefully.

Without another thought, Sasuke, completely in charge of his movements this time, left his bedroom, walking out of his house and across the street. He knew Rikana was home, so he looked around until he found a sturdy drain pipe on the side of the house. He climbed up it, using all of the muscles he had earned from the sports he had spent a vast majority of his life in.

As he reached the roof, he quietly walked across it until he found himself positioned above Sakura's window.

He dropped down, his feet on the ledge, and climbed in the open window in almost silence. She really did look like an angel in her sleep. The almost scowl like expression she wore around school was wiped from her face. She looked so peaceful. Sasuke walked closer, trying to get a better view.

He felt like she was invading some personal space, but he reasoned himself saying that Sakura had climbed into his bedroom all the time. Not to mention his shower, with him in it! Her breasts were perky and looked softer than the rest of her skin. Her waist curved in on the side, and back out for her luscious hips.

Sasuke walked closer to the bed, sitting on the edge.

Sakura stirred, her eyes opening, "Sasuke?"

He nodded.

Sakura became more aware of her surroundings, realizing she was awake, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't care if you're fucked up. I want you," With that, Sasuke leaned forward, taking Sakura's lips as his own.

I'm evil and I love cliffies. :)

I have a few projects I'm working on so this chapter was a little shorter, but I think it's filled with some good dirty fluff. You tell me!