Wow, its been awhile. I'm so, so, so, sorry for my lack of updates. Unfortunately i have been bogged down with so much school work that i couldn't even think straight. Since my last update i have finsihed my fourth semester at my local community college, graduated my local high school as salutatorian, and finished a jobshadowing/internship at a family practice. I've been busy.
This chapter is sort of weird. I'm not sure if i like it or not but instead of nitpicking i decided to just post it before i could convince myself to rewrite it.
Chapter 10
MC Stead
It took three days to reach Suna. The group had stopped at motels along the way to rest for the night. Sasuke and the boys were fairly confident that no one was following them so Sakura could rest easy. When they stopped, Sasuke and Sakura shared a room with Naruto and Hinata that had two queen beds. It was sickening for the newer couple because they discovered that the older couple liked to have some sickeningly sweet pillow talk when the lights went out (a fact that Sasuke mocked his brother about relentlessly in the morning). But besides that fact, Sasuke found that she greatly enjoyed cuddling up with Sasuke. With him she always knew she would wake up in his arms.
They rolled into Suna around four on the third day where Sasuke took the leads in navigating the streets. They stopped in at the Suna clubhouse, a building that was much smaller than the maiden charter in Konoha. This clubhouse sat in the middle of a small business community. It was nestled between two businesses and had an odd back alley entrance and an oddly large underground parking structure. They checked in the clubhouse, seeing that only their prospects were there before they decided to go to the bike show. Sakura and Hinata used the quick stop to freshen up before they got back on their respected man's bike.
Sakura had never been to a bike show. She had been busy with school and all of her past boyfriends were clean-cut jocks, or cops, or something everyone would consider respectable. Sasuke was the first man she dated that walked on the other side of the careful line society had drawn between the good guys and the bad guys. Everything was different with Sasuke. So she should have expected his kind of party would be different.
She had been to a party in the lot for the clubhouse and she had thought that was an absurd number of bikers in one place. But now this was completely ridiculous. This bike show was a much bigger deal than she had originally thought it was going to be. It was huge. It took up several city blocks, were in and out of buildings, somehow keeping a clear space for the bikes to go through in. Sakura had never seen so many MCs in one place.
What really surprised her though was the response the club got from the other MCs. As soon as they rolled in, decreasing their speed so they could easily move through the crowds, people started staring. As they approached, those who noticed seemed to stop momentarily before they returned to their business while discretely still watching. A few people actually clapped as they passed. And Sakura had never felt so hated by her own sex like in that moment. It was just like the sheer fact that she was riding in with Sasuke was enough to make every girl hate her.
They found the Suna charter fairly quickly and expertly maneuvered their Harleys into the available parking spaces. The boys dismounted easily while the Suna boys moved over to greet them. The next few minutes were a flurry and mush of boastful yelling of greetings and hugs. Sakura stood next to Hinata, who like herself didn't know all the Suna boys like their own men did. Sakura kept Sasuke's sunglasses on but she removed the helmet, shaking out her pink hair to try and calm the helmet hair. When simply shaking it did nothing to help she bent forward, shaking it out upside down. She stopped when she heard catcalls.
She quickly stood up straight, noticing a large group of lecherous bikers clad in a cut with another MC name on it standing behind her, staring at her ass. Hinata put an arm gently behind and led her away from the leering men.
"Don't worry, it isn't always like this. Once you become an old lady the men suddenly know to keep their distance from you if they have bad intentions," Hinata assured, moving towards their men.
Sasuke was standing next to his brother Naruto when they walked up. They were locked in a deep conversation with two men, a large brunette and a smaller redhead, and a blonde woman. Instantly Sakura recognized the blonde as the same one she had seen entering Sasuke's house one morning. It put her on edge slightly, especially seeing how the blonde woman was staring lovingly at Sasuke whenever no one seemed to be looking.
Hinata pulled her gently into the middle. She smiled at the two men, completely skipping over the blonde, as she moved over to Naruto. Naruto grinned wildly as he quickly pulled her to his side.
"I hope we aren't interrupting anything," Hinata offered.
Naruto kissed her cheek. "Never. Hinata, you remember Gaara and Kankuro." He said, gesturing to the redhead and the brunette, respectively. Sakura glanced at them, reading the patches on the front of their cuts, reading 'PRESIDENT' and 'VICE PRESIDENT'. Sakura also took note that like Sasuke, Kankuro had a patch on the left side that said 'UNHOLY ONE' (because he helped with the mission in Konoha to revenge Asuma and spilt blood for the club). Hinata and the two boys exchanged greetings.
Sasuke grinned at Sakura and gestured her forward. His hand laced through hers and held her close to his side and looked at Gaara and Kankuro. "Boys, this is my new girl, Sakura."
They glanced quickly at the blonde girl and Sakura followed their gaze to see a flicker of hurt on her face before she disguised it. They looked at her, their gaze slightly scrutinizing before they offered a friendly hand. Sakura shook each of their hands with her one free one, using her dazzling smile so that they will like her. She felt an almost unconscious need for them to like her. She was with the vice president of the Konoha charter. She almost felt as if that meant she should be at least liked by the leaders of the other charters.
Sasuke leaned in and kissed her temple, squeezing her hand. When her hand was released by the Suna boys it came to wrap around Sasuke's thin waist. Her head came to rest on his chest, tucked slightly under his arm. He bent forward, ignoring how the Suna boys and the blonde were all watching, and pressed his lips to her ear. "Keep close to me. You don't have any ink so some of these men might mistake you for a free croweater looking for a niche," he whispered in her ear so only she could hear.
Sakura nodded and squeezed his hand, looking up to stare into his dark eyes. "I'm not going anywhere," she muttered quietly but apparently loud enough for Naruto smile goofily.
"You guys are so cute. Already you two look as if you have been together as long as me and Hinata. When are you two getting married?" he joked.
Sasuke grinned at his brother and held her tighter to his own form. "When are you?" He asked and then kissed Sakura's temple again. He gave her his grin, ignoring Naruto now who was pouting while Hinata blushed. "Come on, darlin', got to go find my old man and make the rounds."
Sakura nodded and pulled out of Sasuke's grip so it was easier for them to maneuver through the crowds but still held onto his hand tightly, their fingers intertwined. Sakura was only dimly aware that Naruto and Hinata, the Suna boys and the blonde were all following them because Sasuke's thumb was lightly rubbing circles on whatever fingers it could reach. She looked up at him, looking at his profile as he focused on the crowd in front of him. People were greeting him as he walked by, looking at him with a sense of awe. A quick look back and Sakura noticed that even the president of the Suna charter wasn't getting the same recognition as Sasuke.
"Why is everyone staring at you like your some sort of god?" Sakura asked quietly.
Sasuke glanced at her and shrugged nonchalantly. "It's because I'm the Vice President of the maiden charter. Plus, my old man is a co-founder of the club and it's sort of in my blood to take over one day. The maiden charter is the charter that sets the tone for all the other charters so it's sort of big deal to be high up in rank."
"Oh, so you are a sort of god to them? Just don't let the fame go to your head, big boy," she teased and Sasuke laughed, pulling her into his arms again. He pulled her so that she was in front of him, where her arms automatically wrapped around his neck. He lifted her slight form, letting her legs dangle in the air. His lips, now level with hers, pressed against hers in a simple but strong kiss. Sakura kissed him back, dimly aware that they were still moving even while they kissed. Even though Sasuke wasn't paying any more attention to where they were going as she was, they didn't bump into anyone; people moved out of the way for them without having to be asked.
"Well, well, well, aren't you two cozy," a voice said and they pulled back, coming to a stop in front of Minato and a few other men from various charters. Sasuke just smiled his sexy grin and then kissed Sakura again before putting her down and tucking her under his arm.
"Well, who wouldn't be with someone as cute as her?" Sasuke commented lightly before greeting the other men. He introduced her as his lady.
"Is she your old lady or just your lady?" one of the men asked, looking between the two of them with a teasing smile.
Sasuke just held her tighter. "We'll see how far we get," he answered vaguely before he kissed her temple again.
Minato raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him oddly. "You are strangely affectionate today." Sasuke just shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm feeling good today," he commented offhandedly.
However, just as he spoke he felt a prickle on the back of his neck. He faltered for a moment, not that anyone noticed. He was suddenly hyperaware of the eyes on him, especially one pair of eyes. He turned to look off to his right, where he felt an odd pull or instinct. He saw all the leather clad bikers like he expected, laughing and having their jollies. His dark eyes scanned the crowd, not completely sure what he was looking for, and stopped when he met with equally dark eyes as his. There was a man standing at least fifty feet away staring at him intensely.
He was an older man, probably around the age of Minato and Jiraiya. He had a fair complexion, darker than his own, and almost the same dark eyes as him and Itachi. His hair was short but long enough for it to look slightly shaggy, dark brown in color that almost looked black from the distance. He was tall and had relatively slim build though he probably had a similar figure as Sasuke in his prime. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and some sort of black short sleeved shirt under a blank leather cut. Even from this distance and with his repressed memories Sasuke couldn't deny who he was or the striking resemblance between the two of them.
Sasuke slowly detangled himself from Sakura, who looked up at him questioningly. She called his name once but he was already walking away. He dimly heard Minato call his name as well followed shortly by a curse. He heard his old man shout to the boys but he ignored it, walking calmly but quickly over to the man. The man stood his ground even though he must have known what was coming to him.
He reached him and balled his hand into a fist. Putting his weight behind the blow, he swung. The man finally moved, stepping away from the blow just in time. Sasuke would have easily continued his assault had several strong arms not grabbed him from behind and pull him back. "You bastard!" Sasuke yelled, his face contorted in anger.
The older man lifted his hand in the air in surrender. "Itachi, I get it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you and your little brother like that. I'm sorry."
Sasuke spat in his direction but was unable to quite reach him when he had the boys restraining him. "Fuck you!" So many people called him Itachi and vice versa that the two brothers no longer took offense anymore. In fact, when they were younger it seemed it was nearly impossible to tell them apart sometimes until Itachi started maturing into manhood. However, for him to mistake them caused Sasuke's chest to tighten from the angry swelling up, waiting to burst.
"Sasuke, calm down," Naruto shouted in his ear, tightening his grip on his left side.
The older man stared at them in confusion. "Sasuke?"
Sasuke glared at him, only dimly aware that Sakura had stepped up in front of him and was now standing between them. She pressed her hands against his chest but he ignored it and looked over her head. He glared at the older man.
"Yeah, Sasuke. It's a little pathetic when you can't even tell your sons apart, don't you think? Maybe if you had stuck around you know the difference between us," Sasuke spat at the man.
Sakura tensed, and looked closely at the man behind her. She studied his features and even she couldn't deny the striking resemblance. Sasuke was like the younger spitting image of the older man in a weird way, though Sasuke seemed to have something more charismatic about him and was handsomer compared to this man. Even when angry, Sasuke had something about him that drew people to him while this man lacked this trait.
Sakura turned her attention back to Sasuke, leaning towards him and pressing her hands against his chest, trying to contain him. He ignored her and she cursed her sorry height as he easily looked over her.
The man was staring at Sasuke with a look a pure bewilderment. "Sasuke, really? I had always thought it would be my oldest to join the club. I hadn't thought you had it in you. You always seemed too delicate for this sort of life."
Sasuke glared hardened, becoming a death glare that many had learned to fear. "Oh, yeah? Is that because I was sick? I was too delicate to join the club and have a family but I wasn't too delicate to be abandoned by my drunk father after losing my little brother to the same disease I had. You know, a death like that scares the shit out of a little kid and I really needed my father to comfort me but you were nowhere to be seen. Did you even consider that before you ran off?"
The old man flinched and hung his head. "I'm sorry, Sasuke. I'm so sorry. If I could go back and-"
"A little too late for that," Sasuke spat and then fought against the hold on him in an attempt to get a chance to wring his father's neck. Minato in the background yelled at him, preparing the boys so they could get his son out of there. He knew Sasuke and knew that since the man was this mad they would have to drag him out of there. Once Sasuke got so mad that he wanted to beat the shit out of someone then there would be no stopping him short of a bulldozer.
However, before the boys could step in the tackle Sasuke, immobilize him and then carry him away, a miracle happened. Sakura was suddenly on the situation. She stepped up onto her tippies and gripped large fists full of his hair before tugging harshly so that he was forced to look at her. Her emerald green eyes met his in a determined, intense stare.
"You," she whispered, her voice barely audibly to the boys around her but perfectly clear for Sasuke, "You need to calm down." He tried to detangle himself and pull away from her but with his arms locked in a deathgrip by the boys he couldn't. She gave another tug of his hair. "Look at me," she demanded in her commanding tone that left no argument. "You need to calm down."
Sasuke breathed angrily and clenched his jaw but stopped struggling and focused on listening to what she obviously wanted to say. She gave him that same determined look. "I know that asshole behind me is a complete prick and really deserves for you to kick his ass but now is hardly the time. We are in public and it's frowned upon to start brawls in the street. So calm down, darlin', and take a breather so you can think your actions through before you get arrested."
His eyes stared into hers and nothing else as his breathing slowed and his anger cooled. The boys watched with great confusion and awe as Sasuke calm down. Sasuke had a short temper most of the time and it was nearly impossible to calm him once he got started. And here, a little girl just tells him to calm down and looks into his eyes and he listens. It was the strangest thing they had ever seen.
Sasuke's anger seemed to have cooled enough that Sakura felt it safe to let his hair go. Gently her small fists threaded out of his smooth hair and trailed down his face. Her hands settled on his cheeks and held his face gently, her eyes still staring deeply into his. His dark eyes softened as he stared into her sparkling emerald orbs and suddenly the need to punch his bastard father was nonexistent. He gave a weak smile. "He really is a prick, isn't he?" he said softly and Sakura flashed him her winning smile.
"Yes, yes he is," she stated with a small chuckle.
Sasuke gave a feeble tug at his restrained arms, though it was a calm one. The boys slowly loosened their grip on him and then released him fully when they were sure Sasuke wasn't going to turn around and punch the guy as soon as he was freed. He didn't spare them a glance as he was released and instead focused on his lady.
His hand skimmed over her arm quickly before he moved it to trail up her neck and into her hair while the other moved to her waist. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers as his eyes finally closed to break the hold she held him in. "Thank you," he whispered to her, her warm breath fanning out over her face. Sakura's eyes fluttered close as she felt his hand grip and tug at her hair softly, a familiar gesture now.
Softly lips brushed together, once, twice, before they felt the need to finally seal the deal. Neither was sure who moved first, maybe it was both of them, but their lips pressed together quickly, a spark of emotion that neither were prepared for. It was like their first kiss all over again, lips moving against one another in a perfect way, tingles and hot sensations spreading throughout their bodies. It was a simple kiss, short but sweet, and they pulled away slowly still feeling the electric aftershocks of the intimate kiss.
Sasuke held her close, resting his forehead against hers still. She looked at him lovingly. "Are you calm now?" she whispered. He nodded.
"Daddy!" a voice suddenly pierced through the air. Everyone turned as a girl, young, pushed through the crowd that had formed and rushed to the oldest Uchiha's side. She was a sort of pretty thing, not overly pretty but neither plain either. She had chocolate brown hair that hung over her shoulders, grouped together in a loose side pony. She lacked the Uchiha dark eyes but had the strong aristocratic features that all blood Uchihas shared. She was dressed in tight jeans and knee high leather five inch heels with a red tank top under an unmarked leather jacket. She obviously was looking for the biker's attention, but the innocent gleam in her eyes led Sasuke to believe that she was new to this world.
She had her arm hooked with the eldest Uchiha's, and was glancing nervously at Sasuke, obviously having seen enough to know that he was the attacker but seemed oblivious to the reason. Sasuke eyed her in confusion before looking to his biological father in an accusing manner.
"Really?" The older man let out a deep, resigned breath.
Sasuke quickly turned away from him and looked at the girl. "How old are you?"
She swallowed thickly. "Twenty two," she answered in a calm voice with only a slight trace of a tremble.
Sasuke did the math quickly. She was seven years younger than him. The bastard ran off when he was five so that means he didn't wait long to find a replacement family. However, this family had no risk of the heart weakness that his first did. Sasuke shook his head and released Sakura from his arms and replaced her at his side, their hands still connected.
"I wish you the best of luck," he said to the girl, "With a father like him you're going to need it."
He turned away, his eyes going to straight to his old man's and then saw as Itachi moved through the crowd. He stilled behind their old man, looking over his younger brother's shoulder and spotting the older Uchiha. Itachi had always been less bitter about their biological father but even Sasuke could see the angry boiling beneath the surface. Naruto put a hand on his shoulder; offering silent comfort to his eldest brother.
"You have no right! My father has been nothing but a kind man all his life. He has been the best father in the world!" the girl behind them suddenly shouted and Sasuke stilled to look at her over his shoulder. She was glaring at him, arm still linked with the man who refused to look him in the eyes now.
Sasuke just smirked. "No, my Da has been the best father in the world. He took in two boys that were even his and gave us unconditional love no matter what. That man next to you may have been good to you but he will never be my Da." Minato placed a hand on his shoulder while Sakura squeezed his hand, anxious to get him away.
Minato looked at his old best friend and nodded his head once. "Fagaku, it was good to see you," he muttered and then led his family away before someone snapped and blood was spilled.
The boys closed in around Sasuke and Itachi, making sure that if they suddenly turned and whirled around that they would have to go through them to get to the man. But Itachi was calmer than that. He was more calculated than Sasuke, planned all of his moves before he acted so he wasn't just going to whirl around and cause problems. And with Sakura tightly latched onto Sasuke, the youngest raven wasn't going to cause problems either.
Sakura squeezed his hand, looking up at his downcast profile. He looked at her briefly, his eyes no longer lit with a fiery passion but now resigned. She felt her heart clench at the sadness she knew he was feeling. Irrationally, as if he was a child that she needed to protect instead of the adult that was protecting her, she felt the need to take way that sadness. She knew that she wouldn't be able to, not completely, but she felt the need to try.
"I'm right here," she said suddenly and he paused misstep, coming to a halt as he stared at her in confusion. Behind him Neji crashed into him as the stop was so sudden, but Sasuke barely felt the collision as he stared at the pinkette by his side.
"What?" Sasuke chocked out. The other boys paused when they noticed that part of the group had been stopped. They moved back, looking at the couple with questioning looks.
"Everything okay here?" Minato asked, his gaze bouncing between his youngest son and his lady.
Sakura ignored everyone and focused on the man in front of her. Her emerald eyes tried to convey as much emotion as she could. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you, and Aidan and the rest of your family. I'm here." Her voice was serious and sincere.
Sasuke stared at her in wonder for a long moment before his gaze softened. He smiled softly and squeezed her hand. It was exactly what he needed to hear. After seeing his father years after his abandonment, he needed to be reassured of stability in his life. He needed someone to look him in the eyes and tell him that he would be okay and that they were there. And then there was Sakura, telling him what he needed in a sincere manner that left no question to whether or not she meant it, as if he could read his mind.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers. "Thanks, darlin'," his lips brushed hers ever so gently, "I need that."
She pulled away and stared at him determinedly. "But you can't go all psycho again. Last thing I need is to be patching you up. I didn't bring my medical bag," she said strongly.
He smiled and licked his lips. "Okay. I'll try."
"You got yourself one strong lady, Sasuke," a voice suddenly said and the couple turned to see Gaara standing there. Behind him was his brother looking on with questioning expression while the blonde woman stood close behind. Gaara smirked confidently. "You hold on to that one. She's special, I can tell."
A look of hurt and betrayal passed over the face of the blonde women, something Kankuro noticed while Gaara seemed to be oblivious. Sasuke noticed as he faltered for a moment, a brief moment of hesitation, before he grinned proudly and clutched Sakura close to him. "Didn't you hear she ain't going anywhere?"
Sakura smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist and trying to hold onto the moment. Soon Naruto was making some smart comment and Sasuke was there to playfully put him in his place. The group moved back to where the other Suna boys were congregating and the once aggressive atmosphere was smoothed over to one of camaraderie again. Of course, the happy atmosphere wasn't the same as it had been before but it was a much better improvement compared to what it had been after seeing the lost Uchiha.
They hung around the bike show until well into the night, talking to other MCs and catching up with old friends. Sakura kept close to Sasuke's side the entire time and also close to Hinata who filled her in on details about the different people hanging around when she was familiar with them. Hinata told her of the people that were important for the club and who she should avoid if necessary. Sakura liked having Hinata near because she felt as if she had a comrade to weather the storm of the MC with.
They eventually made their way back to the clubhouse where the prospects had been manning the home front. As soon as the club entered the small clubhouse the music was turned on louder and the booze was broken out. Sakura soon found herself sitting beside Sasuke, Naruto, Minato, Gaara, Kankuro, and Hinata at a small bar. There were no children around so smoke clouded the air heavily. It seemed as if you wanted to be a part of this club you had to smoke, Sakura noted.
A warm hand found its way to Sakura's thigh and she looked down in surprise. He followed the arm up to look at Sasuke who wasn't looking at her. Instead he was engaged in a comical conversation with his brother about when they took Minato's car for a joyride when they were thirteen and twelve, respectively. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to her but his hand had settled itself on her thigh, now rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
Sakura allowed the intimate touch but shifted her body so that it would be harder for a person to see. She could feel the eyes of that blonde woman burning a hole in her back from across the room. She and Sasuke obviously had some history and she did not like Sakura stepping into the picture. Sakura did her best to ignore the eyes on her while she tried to hide the intimate hold Sasuke had on her.
An hour must have gone by before Sasuke downed his last shot and put out his cigarette stub. He stood slowly, purposefully letting his fingers trail up her thigh as he did so. He leaned forward to press his lips to her ear, his warm breathe fanning over her and making her shiver. "You ready for bed, darlin'?" he asked and she nodded.
She stood while Sasuke said his good nights to his boys before taking her hand and leading her up the back stairs. The Suna Clubhouse was odd in that while it wasn't very large width wise, it made up for it in height. The clubhouse had the parking garage below, the main floor where the chapel and party was and then the next two floors were small "apartments" which were actually office sized rooms that the boys put beds in. When Sasuke stayed in Suna he had stayed on the top most floor in one of the few rooms with a bathroom attached. Sasuke led the way back to his room.
As Sasuke opened the door a hand snaked up the back of her neck to fist her hair in same familiar manner. Without turning on the light Sasuke smashed her lips against hers and then pulled her into the room. Sakura responded to the kiss sweetly, her eyes looking around the room quickly. It was mostly bathed in darkness but a little light from the hallway allowed her the sight of a bed pushed in the corner of the room, a nightstand beside the bed. There was an empty crib by the foot of the bed with only enough space between the two for a person to stand there.
Sasuke deepened the kiss and soon thoughts of the room left Sakura's mind. A free hand reached behind her to close the door and then everything was pitch black so the only thing that grounded Sakura there was the feel of Sasuke's overheated flesh pressing against hers. A tongue pushed its way into her mouth and she could taste every drink that he consumed as well as the sort of unpleasant bitter taste of cigarettes. While she mentally balked at the taste but shivered at the pleasure the kiss caused, a hand found its way to her back where it slipped beneath her shirt to press her tightly against his body.
Things quickly began to spiral out of control. One moment Sakura felt in control and then the pleasure that spiraled in her as a result of Sasuke's touches took control over her. Too quickly Sakura found herself pushed up against the door, her legs hitched around Sasuke's waist. Her hands numbly fumbled to remove his cut, where it fell carelessly to the floor in a heap. Sasuke was always to very careful with his cut, always removing and folding it with care. But when with Sakura, in this moment of overwhelming lust and possibly love, it was nothing more than a scrap of leather on the floor.
Sasuke gripped the hem of her shirt and she wordlessly lifted her arms up to assist in removing the article. As soon as the article was tugged over her head her lips returned to his while she lowered her hands to his belt. While she hastily fumbled over unfastening his belt and jeans, he was removing his own shirt and then locking lips with her now bruised lips. Familiar and delicious jolts of pleasure left Sakura shaking like a leaf, the jolts much more overwhelming and powerful than any previous experience before.
It was too fast, she thought with alarm while her lowered herself to the floor and was hastily removing her jeans. While her mind rushed to catch up with her body she took a stumbling and blind step towards where the bed was. Arms wrapped around her and pulled her into an embrace and she soon found herself flopping on the bed while lips attacked her own.
There was a whirlwind in her, a deep conflicting whirlwind. A part of her wanted nothing more than to give in. A tight coil was pooling in the pit of her gut as Sasuke's heated touches brushed against her and seem to penetrate her in a way that none have ever done before. It was more than she could take and she wished to give into the temptation and give herself freely to Sasuke. Sasuke's boxer clad groin ground into her own scantily clad core and the temptation became almost too much for her to bear.
Another part of her knew it was too soon. They had only just got together. They had been on one official date and now she was rolling around with him in bed? She wasn't this type of girl. She wasn't the kind of girl that treated sex so easily. For her it took a level of trust, something she didn't easily give anymore since it was always seemed to turn out bad. As safe as she felt with Sasuke, she wasn't ready to make this step with him emotionally. Physically she was all geared up, obviously, but her heart was not ready. She was not ready.
"Too fast," she muttered against his lips as his hips ground against hers and created a powerful friction that left Sakura reeling and her eyes clouding over.
"I'll slow down," he muttered and then slowed the rate of his hips to a sensual grind while his harsh kisses slowed to a passionate dance. It took Sakura several minutes to realize that he misinterpreted her words.
Despite herself she found herself letting out a hysterical giggle. "That's not what I meant," she said as he kissed the corner of her lips.
Her words registered slowly to him as did the fact that she was no longer responding to his touches and kisses. He halted his advances and pulled back enough to look at her. He studied her nervous expression and saw that she was afraid of what was to happen next. The facts began to filter through his alcohol clouded mind. She was an abused woman who obviously was not ready to take the next step with him, one look at her now and he could see this clearly. He could also see that she was afraid of him right now. Not so much that she feared that he will strike her but instead reject her for not giving him what he obviously wanted.
And yes, he wanted it. He wanted it very badly. He had never been more attracted to a woman than he was with her and he wanted her so much he felt as if he would explode. But he knew that she was different from other woman. She would not give herself freely to him like all the others. She would not just jump in bed with him like all his other past girlfriends and one night stands. She would need more from him than that.
He gave an understanding smile, glad that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough so that he could see the relief filter over her face. He leaned forward and kissed her chastely. "We can slow down," he muttered soflty.
"I'm sorry," she said in a whisper, turning her head away so she did not have to face him.
He gently griped her chin and turned her to face him. "Do not apologize to me for this. We'll take the next step when you are ready and no sooner. It's no good for either of us to rush into this foolishly." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
Sakura breathed a sigh of relief and then reached up to cup his face. Pulling him closer she kissed him deeply, expressing everything she felt in this kiss. She expressed her relief, her happiness, her lust, her trust, everything. She pulled away slowly and planted a single chaste kiss after. "Thank you."
He rolled off of her and pulled the blankets down. Sakura tucked herself within his embrace as he settled the blankets over the both of them. Her head settled over his heart, her fingers brushing over his surgical scar idly. "Don't thank me for something any man should do. Just sleep for now, darlin'," he whispered in the dark.
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