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-HmongAuthoress

"You know it," she said, her voice suddenly low and husky. His attention snapped back to her, "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," Hinata whispered into his ear, "Or do you want me to say it again?" Sasuke almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, but recovered quickly.

"I just wanted to make sure I heard what I heard," he replied easily smirking, stepping a little closer. She looked and him and matched him smirk for smirk, "Don't think I'm so easy. I'm more than you could ever bargain for." She just about breathed the last part, making Sasuke shudder inwardly. He liked this side of her. It was a big turn on.

"Let's dance," he said looking at her, sure she couldn't refuse. Running her hand through her hair confidently, "I will decide what happens next, but since you're so eager …" She walked ahead of him onto the dance floor, leaving him to admire the way her hips moved under that dress. Dirty thoughts filled his head as he thought of how else her hips would move if he just … He stopped himself before his thoughts got anymore ahead of him. What's up with me? Usually it was the woman who freely threw herself into his arms.

He followed her onto the dance floor ready to back her down at whatever cost. Then he saw the lights flashing and people clearing the area. There in the middle, she was dancing. Moving so seductively and eyes closed. Moving to the quick strong beats and feeling the music so easily, her lithe form preened and swayed to perfection in front of all the spectators. Well Sasuke wasn't going to even allow the slightest of chances for those other all-too-eager guys to take his place.

Easily, he slid onto the floor taking off his suit jacket on the way upon which a group of girls grabbed at it ferociously. He came up behind her and put his hands on her hips, moving with her and marveling at how she seemed to fit perfectly in his hands. Their bodies melted together, quickly spinning, slowly turning, her eyes closed in the feel of the music. She turned around slowly and lifted her face to his, "Not bad, Mr. Uchiha. Not bad at all."

As the song changed to a slower one, she slowly and sensually slid her arms around his neck smirking. Taking her up on her game, he slid his hands completely around her slim waist and pulled her close so they were pressed to each other. They danced like this for a bit, but then Sasuke slowly drew her leg up around his waist with one hand. Eyebrows raised and curious, she did nothing as he leaned over.

"How's this for 'not bad', Miss Hinata Hyuuga?" he whispered before kissing her. Only unlike last time, she didn't resist. Rather, she allowed him to taste her as her tongue caressed his mouth. It was hot and intoxicating, neither wanted to stop. Suddenly she broke away gently, smiling and looking self-satisfied. Sasuke was smiling as well, but inside he was reeling from the taste of her.

Suddenly a bright flash of light that could only be a dark-resistant camera's flashed and Sasuke stopped. He didn't know much about this strange alluring woman, but he knew enough about her father to know this was trouble. Without warning, he swept her up and began to run. He ran through the dark crevices of the club until he bumped into someone who whispered, "Hinata! Oh my gosh, I should've known better than to leave you alone."

It was Ino Yamanaka, that actress who was rumored as Sakura's closest friend. They had spoken to each other on a couple of occasions. He looked down at Hinata to see her expression only to see she was asleep, her silky hair framing her pale beautiful face.

"They took a picture of her. We were dancing and they took one," Sasuke stated plainly. Ino's face turned pale, "Oh no."

Next Morning 8:30 a.m., Master Haruno Bedroom

"Miss Haruno, your morning coffee and paper," a butler in a black suit said to a large lump in the pink canopy. "Thank you, Winston," it mumbled before an awake and lovely face emerged, revealing Sakura Haruno. She took a sip of the piping hot coffee and looked at the paper … and … (wait for it, wait for it) … screamed.

HmongAuthoress: Wow ... I wrote this work of art. :)