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Despite her efforts Sakura still woke up with a minor headache. She chalked it up as a win for her nonetheless. This was nothing some aspirin couldn't fix. She headed off to the bathroom to grab the medicine before properly greeting the world.

Sakura could remember the beginning and the end of last night with ease, but the middle was fuzzy. She could recall some sort of drinking challenge, but nothing awful came to her mind. Sure, there had been plenty of flirting. And she was sure at one point Deidara had pounced on her in the kitchen, but that was it.

"Not bad," Sakura told herself. She had made out well for her first time getting properly drunk. Tonight would certainly go off without a hitch. If she as well as the guys could control themselves in the privacy of their own home then they could do so in public as well.

Truly the only thing Sakura was worried about was going too far too fast with any of them. Again, it's not to say Sakura is against getting down and dirty with any of them, but not yet. And definitely not when they're drunk to the point of not even remembering it.

Sakura will be damned if she doesn't remember her first time getting dick. It's like the first kiss you ever get from anyone. It's special and usually makes for a good story. So, being able to clearly remember what happened is important.

Sakura knew she didn't really need to worry, but the anxiety was still there. Thankfully she had a pretty good line of defense. Ino had heard her discussing logistics with Itachi and nearly begged to come. Kisame said he didn't mind, so Ino would also be accompanying them tonight. If anyone would work as a fantastic cockblock, it was Ino.

Strange to think of her like that, but it's true. Ino may have been promiscuous in high school, but she did it with reason. Always sober, and always with willing parties. Even though they'd all be inebriated tonight – underage or not – Ino would be keeping her eye on Sakura. The main reason Ino wanted to come was to have a night of dancing anyways. Sai was not one for clubs and most of their friends weren't really into it either. Sure Kiba and Naruto could party like there's no tomorrow but going with only those two isn't the night out Ino wants.

Sakura assured Ino they would be dancing and having fun together, but that she would need to give Kisame a good amount of attention, too. Ino didn't have a problem with that and told Sakura she'd hang with Itachi or something. As long as she was with a buddy, Sakura was happy.

Once she was dressed and full of medicine she went for food.

"Look who's finally up," Hidan said when Sakura came out of her room.

Sakura didn't even look at him and continued to the pantry. "Humans tend to sleep in when they stay up until sunrise." She grabbed a box of cereal and sat on the couch next to Kisame.

"We have bowls," Kisame said.

"Too hungry," Sakura shoved her hand into the box and ate as much as her mouth would allow. She'd gotten only a few bites in when there was a knock at the door.

Before anyone could get up Ino waltzed in, smiling wide. "Afternoon, everyone."

Hidan made a noise of recognition while staying focused on the TV. Kisame and Sakura waved and returned the greeting.

Ino came over and put her hands on her hips. "Sakura, did you just wake up?"

"…No," Sakura said with her mouth full.

"It's two in the afternoon," Ino said.

"What?" Sakura turned to look at the nearest clock to make sure Ino wasn't screwing with her. "Why didn't you guys wake me up earlier?"

"You threatened bodily harm to us if we dared think of it," Kisame informed her.

Ino walked over and nudged at Sakura's shoulder, "Come on, we gotta get going if we're gonna get you ready in time."

Hidan turned to give Ino a confused look. "We aren't even leaving for seven hours."

"Well it wouldn't take so long if – " Sakura was cut off when Ino put a hand over her mouth.

"Uh uh," Ino said and pulled on her shoulder again. "They don't get to know until they see you there."

Sakura stood up but kept eating her cereal. "Can't I at least finish eating?"

Ino was walking over to Sakura's room, "Bring it. You're going to need all the food you can get today."

Sakura followed slowly. "Why?"

There was silence until Ino came back with a pair of shoes and Sakura's bag. "Because you are going to get hella turnt tonight, duh. Gotta have as much in your stomach as possible."

Sakura put on the shoes and slung her purse over her shoulder. "If it's anything like last night I think I'll be fine."

"Last night?" Ino raised an eyebrow.

Hidan let out a laugh, "Sakura, last night was nothing compared to what's gonna happen tonight."

Sakura raised her eyebrows and looked over to Kisame who didn't make any move to deny what Hidan said. "Alright then…"

Ino shook her head and walked to the door. "Come on, you can tell me everything in the car. We have to get going now or traffic is going to be a bitch."

"The hell are you going?" Kisame asked.

Ino smiled, "It's a secret."

When both girls were in the car Sakura asked Ino the same question, "Where the hell are we going?"

"The mall, silly."

"For?"

Ino glanced over to Sakura and turned the car on. "I am not letting you go out to your first club in anything that you currently own." She put the car into gear and pulled out. "Don't get me wrong, your wardrobe is adorable. But for tonight you need a bit more than adorable. Not to mention your underwear game could be upped as well."

"You already bought me underwear!" Sakura said.

"Those were just cute," Ino said with a gleam in her eyes. "Today I'm buying you something that is specifically for the person looking at you."

"I thought you were supposed to be there to make sure I didn't boink anyone."

Ino blinked and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. "Boink?"

"To make sure I don't screw anyone."

"Well sure," Ino agreed. "But I imagine Kisame – and yourself – wouldn't mind a bit of skin tonight. And why not make sure he gets you wrapped up in a sexy bow?"

"You're buying me a bow?" Sakura asked, confused.

"It's a metaphor." Ino rolled her eyes. "But tell me it's not a good idea."

Sakura thought about it and supposed Ino was right. She'd been sure something would happen tonight. Truthfully she'd been excited to see what would unfold; who knows what will happen if she takes Ino's advice. She nodded and took another handful of cereal. "Alright, get me whatever you please."

Ino raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Seriously?"

Sakura nodded. "Yup. You're right, this is my first time at a club – or out at all – and I want to know I look damn good."

Ino smirked. "You asked for it."

Five hours and probably five miles later Sakura and Ino walked out of the mall with just three bags on Sakura's arm – Ino had both her arms full, but Sakura wasn't surprised.

The only things Sakura had needed were a dress, shoes, and the undergarments. Everything else like makeup or accessories could be found at Ino's place. While Sakura was fine with looking as provocative as legally possible tonight, that didn't mean she wanted Ino to break the bank.

The two of them sped back to Ino's so they could have as much time as possible to get ready. Ino knew it wouldn't actually take two hours if they went at a decent pace, but that was if Ino knew what exactly she wanted Sakura to look like. Sure she had the dress and shoes to work with, but there were a few hairstyles and makeup combinations she wanted to try.

Once they got to Ino's they got to work. Her roommate was out for the evening so Ino told Sakura to just do away with her shirt while Ino did her hair and makeup.

She would be damned if all of her hard work was undone just because Sakura had to take her shirt off to put on her dress. That could be pulled up over her hips.

Sakura sat in a chair Ino dragged into that bathroom and held nearly still for an hour and a half while Ino worked. The only movement was from her mouth while they conversed.

"Remember, don't leave your drink alone. Ever. If you do, or if you take your eyes off of it, get a new one," Ino was telling her.

Sakura would have nodded but Ino had a hot curling iron centimeters from her scalp. "Right."

"If you're not with me, stay with one of the guys. I don't care which one, but always be within arm's reach of one of us. If you have to pee, come find me. Or have Deidara put his hair down and go into the bathroom with you."

Sakura giggled. "Ino, don't worry, it'll be fine."

"Even if you have to shit, you are to take one of us. If Deidara laughs at your bowels, I'll kill him," Ino said and removed the curling iron to let the strand bounce down next to Sakura's face. It was a refreshing warmth in Ino's freezing bathroom.

Sakura sighed, "Okay. Even if I have to shit."

Ino stepped back and took stock of her work. After a moment she smiled and clapped her hands together. "Perfect! Let me get the hairspray."

Sakura held her breath and closed her eyes while Ino doused her in the sticky spray. She coughed and opened her eyes when the air settled. "Now what?"

Ino took out her makeup bag. "I know we already did your makeup, but I want to do some touch ups real quick."

"Alright," Sakura rolled her shoulders around while she hand the chance. Sitting like this for over an hour was taking its toll.

Ino sat down in front of her on the toilet lid and took out some lipstick. "Also, if you have to leave the club for any reason, take someone. Even if it's just a phone call. And if you outright need to leave and go somewhere either get me, or text me. If I can't find you, it's the first thing I'll be looking for. I'll be doing the same."

Sakura made an, "Uh huh," sound without moving her lips.

Once Ino finished with the touch ups she sat back and smiled. "Sakura, my dear, you are complete!"

"Finally," Sakura groaned and immediately stood up to stretch her arms, shoulders, and neck. "Can I finally see myself?"

"Yup!"

Sakura walked over to the mirror and had to do a quick double take. The hair assured her she was indeed looking at her reflection, but the face was so different. And yet still obviously her.

Ino had not gone easy on the makeup. Yet it didn't look clown-like. Her eyes were shrouded in a black, purple, and silver combination with the purple and silver dusting her lid above the black shadow. Her cheeks were contoured well enough with a very light red lipstick.

"Wow," Sakura said in a quiet voice.

"Now, go put on your dress and whatnot while I get my sexy face on," Ino said and pulled her bangs back to have easy access to all of her face.

Sakura went over to her bags in Ino's bedroom and picked up the pink Victoria's Secret bag first. Was she really about to put this thing on? She took a deep breath and nodded to herself. Hell yeah she was going to put it on. And she was going to look damn fucking sexy in it. Quickly undressing she put the set on without really looking down until she was covered. She went over to the full length mirror and looked at herself.

She was right. She looked sexy as hell. The black lace bra with nearly blood red accents made her breasts look amazing while the matching cheeksters made her ass look even better. Next up was the dress Ino had gotten her. This garment was simple, but still looked fantastic on Sakura when she'd tried it on. The bottom of it came to around her mid-thigh with the neckline dipping down in a deep v well into her cleavage. The top came up to clip behind her neck and Sakura was thankful Ino had the foresight to get her a bra that could be strapless. All that was left now were the shoes, but those were definitely not needed yet.

Knowing Ino wouldn't be done yet Sakura grabbed her phone and made herself as comfortable as possible in the bed. She scrolled through Facebook until Ino came in with her hair and makeup completed and outfit of the night adorned.

"I knew that would look great on you," Ino said smiling. "Come on, I have some necklaces that would look great with that."

After another half hour in Ino's closet Sakura was pronounced ready. Simple black and silver jewelry made great accents. Sakura had also inquired about some kind of sweater or leggings since it was supposed to be chilly that night.

"Trust me, it won't be cold in the club," Ino informed her.

This was probably true. All the dancing and combined body heat would make the room warm. Right now Sakura wished she was already there. The chilly air combined with Ino's insanely cold dorm was getting to be a bit much.

"What time is it?" Sakura asked.

Ino looked at her phone. "Nine on the dot."

"We should get going," Sakura made to grab her bag.

Ino intercepted her. "You might want to carry something lighter." Sakura made a pointed glance to Ino's closet. The blonde headed over and grabbed a clutch for her friend. "This should work." Ino handed it to Sakura but took it back quickly. "Wait," she went to her nightstand and pulled out a square wrapper and stuck it in the purse.

Sakura blushed. "Ino I don't need a condom!"

Ino handed her the purse. "Better to have it and not need it."

Sakura grumbled and took the bag from her. She didn't argue because Ino was right. At the moment all Sakura wanted to do was have fun with her friends, but who knew about later. So she put her phone and wallet into the bag and waited for Ino to gather her things as well. Since it was already so late Sakura texted Kisame that they'd just meet them at the club.

"I'll get my things later tonight or tomorrow I guess," Sakura told Ino.

"Works for me," Ino replied.

The rest of the ride had the two girls singing along to whatever song came on the radio. They made a quick pit stop at a drive through when Ino's stomach began to rumble. In their frenzy to get ready they'd forgotten to actually eat dinner. Quickly scarfing down a burger and fries on the road they were able to make it to the club in time to touch up their faces. You can either eat at a snail's pace or screw up your makeup Sakura found.

The two got out of the car and went inside. There was a place in the front to store your coats and bags if you wanted so the two of them did so, got their little tickets to retrieve them later, and went inside. Sakura had made sure to stick her phone in her bra so she texted Kisame letting them know they'd arrived. He had already texted her nearly twenty minutes ago that they'd already gotten there.

She was halfway through sending the text when she heard a voice right next to her ear, "You finally made it."

Sakura whipped around to see Deidara smirking down at her. When he got full look at her his smirk faltered for only a moment. "If it weren't for that hair I wouldn't have recognized you, hm."

Sakura raised her voice to be heard over the blaring music, "Ino can do wonders to a person."

Deidara nodded to his right, "Come on, we're all this way."

The two girls followed him up to the second level and to a large table that seated all but one of the boys. But only barely. They really had to squeeze in together. Sakura was practically sitting in Kisame's lap, not that she minded. In fact she pushed herself closer against him to try and get some sort of body warmth. As cold as these guys were, they absorbed some of the heat in the club and Sakura was eager to suck it up. It wasn't like he needed it.

"You look great," Kisame leaned down to tell her. It was quieter up here, so he didn't have to yell to be heard.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Sakura returned the compliment. "Where's Sasori?"

"Getting the fucking drinks. Or at least he's supposed to be," Hidan said. His leg was bouncing impatiently.

"He's only been gone five minutes," Deidara said to Hidan.

"He left to get them when we got here," Hidan said.

After the burger Sakura was fine to wait on the drinks. She glanced over to the bar and was able to spot the redhead in a second. His hair stood out almost as much as her own. He was clearly speaking with the barman. He should return soon.

"He better hurry up," Ino said from next to Sakura. "I want to dance already."

"Same!" Tobi said. "If he takes much longer one of you can have my drink."

"Dibs," Kisame called out.

"So," Hidan called over to Sakura, "Where did you two end up going today anyways?"

"The mall," Ino said vaguely.

Hidan gestured to Sakura's dress, "Well, obviously."

"Oh you know, La Blanc, Mezzian's, Victoria's Secret, Sapphire, some Forever 21-esque places," Ino said.

Sakura gave Ino a blank stare. Doing this made her miss the quick glance both Kisame and Hidan directed to Sakura's chest. Well, maybe not so quickly for one.

Hidan sat back and didn't say another word. A moment later Sasori returned with a large tray filled with different colored drinks. He placed it in the center of the table and sat down. "I spoke with the manager. They'll be coming by and refilling our refreshments every so often."

Hidan grabbed a glass and threw it back. "How long is every so often?"

His question as answered when a waiter brought another tray full of more glasses of different shapes and sizes. Being so near the school grounds the employees here were well aware of the types of patrons that would come through. Knowing they were serving a large party of vampires the bar made sure to frequently bring by strong drinks.

Sakura made the mistake of grabbing a stronger glass and spent a good thirty seconds trying not to choke on the burning sensation. She was sure that it had to have been straight alcohol. Not vodka or whiskey but just flat out alcohol. With these guys she wouldn't be surprised.

"You gotta give it a sniff first," Ino leaned over and told her. "If it burns your nose it's gonna burn your throat."

"Got it," Sakura grabbed another and gave it a sniff. After a few more sips and shots she felt ready to dance. For good measure she took another shot though.

Those who wanted to went down to the first floor to start dancing. At first Sakura stuck next to Ino like glue. She had no clue how to dance like the rest of these people. It took some time but Ino got her to start moving like she knew what she was doing. It took another trip up to the table to get another shot or two before Sakura looked confident in her movements.

Now, just because she was confident in her moves on her own that didn't mean she was at all prepared when she felt a body come up behind her and start dancing against her. Startled was a bit of an understatement, but when she heard Hidan's familiar voice she relaxed. A bit.

Her movements faltered as she felt his hands running up and down her stomach. Hidan didn't miss the change. He would have loved to keep teasing her to see her reactions but it would be much more fun to get her acquainted to dancing with a partner. Then perhaps they could have a bit more fun.

He came around to her front and they continued dancing, Sakura's movements returning to their fluidity. With each song Hidan let himself get closer and touch her more until their torsos were nearly touching. At the end of a song Sakura mentioned she wanted to go up and rest for a minute and get something to drink.

She went up and sat down next to Sasori who was obviously well sauced already. The way he looked at Sakura when she sat down made her cheeks flush. She took a few gulps of water that had been brought to the table along with the alcohol. Dancing was hard work and she'd be damned if she became dehydrated tonight.

After finishing a glass she found Sasori passing her something that was definitely not water. Knowing he'd never do anything underhanded Sakura took a sip from it.

"Mmm!" Sakura said and took a few more big sips. "This is so good."

"I thought you'd like it," Sasori said and slid over to where their arms were touching. "Something sweeter."

Sakura nodded and smiled. "Thanks. All these bitter as fuck drinks work, but they're not too fun to down."

Sasori simply hummed in agreement. "You look fantastic tonight."

"Thanks," Sakura kept smiling at him. "Ino knows how to shop, doesn't she?"

"Yes," he leaned closer to Sakura. He may have been around her height when they stood, but while sitting Sasori was taller than her. He loomed over her and she looked up at him with flushed cheeks.

"A-Are you having fun?" Sakura asked trying to distract herself from his intense gaze.

"Now that you're up here," Sasori said.

Sakura giggled at the clichéd response. What more could she expect from a hazed mind? "I had to get away from the noise for a bit. This is fun and all, but I can't do it constantly like some of the others. Plus if I didn't make my exit when I had the chance I have a feeling Hidan would have had me dancing until my feet bled."

Sasori lifted a hand to move some of Sakura's hair out of her face. "Do what you please tonight. It may be Kisame's birthday but we all want you to have fun as well."

"Don't worry I'm going to be doing whatever I feel like, when I feel like it tonight," Sakura assured him and scooted towards him, closing the space between them.

Sasori's hand rested on her neck and his thumb rubbed against her skin. Sakura put her hand up behind his head and tangled her fingers in his hair. She pulled his head down to kiss him drunkenly. It wasn't the most graceful kiss she's ever had, but it still felt great to do. Sasori was right, she could do whatever she wanted tonight – within reason. And she wanted to know what it was like to kiss a drunk Sasori.

It started messy but they figured it out after a minute. Her hand stayed entangled in his hair while his ran down her neck to where her dress began. He followed the outer line of the dress. His hand trailed down to her waist and wrapped around her back to pull her closer. Any closer and she'd need to straddle him.

Her tongue was in his mouth and the way he sucked on it made a moan escape Sakura's throat. If it wasn't for his keen hearing Sasori wouldn't have heard her. It made him want more. He broke off from the kiss and made his way down to her neck where he kissed and sucked and nibbled ever so lightly until she was biting her lip to keep quiet. Despite her best efforts moans still made their way to the back of her throat. These did not go unnoticed either.

He made his way back up to her mouth and while he nipped at her lip his hands came around the side of her torso and slid up just below her breast. Thankful that the table was near the back of the room Sasori continued and let his fingers ghost over the exposed skin just above her cleavage. He knew she must have put on a pushup bra because normally Sakura never had a chest this large.

Sakura broke away momentarily to catch her breath. Sasori brought his head back just far enough to take in her expression. Her face was flushed and her eyes were partly closed. She was almost panting and it made her chest rise and fall in such an inviting way.

As drunk as she was, Sakura didn't miss his eyes glancing down at her breasts. It was a satisfying thought that she, for once, had cleavage for a man to look at. And damn straight she wanted him to look at it. That was the whole point of buying this push up. Sakura shifted so that she puffed out her chest a bit further, trying to make herself look sexier.

The action was subtle but Sasori noticed it. Any other night he would have taken this opportunity to go as far as she'd let him. But not tonight. He smiled slightly and slid another of those sweet drinks her way. Tonight was one of the few nights a particular member of their group could have all of Sakura's affections to himself. If Sasori went ahead with what he'd like then who knows how that would affect events later that night.

Sakura pouted and Sasori chuckled. "Save this for Kisame. We can continue another day."

Sakura blinked slowly and nodded when the works sunk in. She took the drink and started sipping it. Her mind was very hazy and Sakura knew she should be slowing down on the drinking for right now. When the drink was only half done she got up and told Sasori she was going back downstairs. Perhaps more dancing would work the alcohol through her system faster.

Once on the first floor Sakura made her way into the fray. She danced her way past solo drunken people, couples dancing provocatively, and groups of girls doing the same sort of provocative dance with each other. She found a semi empty spot and claimed it as her area.

A pair of hands wrapped around her waist for the second time that night. Sakura was about to scold Hidan for sneaking up on her again, but blond hair fell into her peripheral vision.

Deidara didn't say anything as they danced together. He didn't need to. His hands moved over her hips, her stomach. She was pulled back near flush against his chest. His head bent down for his lips to ghost over Sakura's ear. Still he remained quiet. The breath on her earlobe made her shiver and she felt him laugh.

Deidara's hands were ice cold even through the fabric. Everywhere he touched he left goose bumps. Yet Sakura felt as if she were on fire. Why couldn't he touch her? He'd move over her hip to the hem of her dress and then retreat back up. His hands ghosting over her chest made sure to avoid the skin that was centimeters away.

They danced together not saying a word for a song or two. The quiet between them left Sakura time to think. And think. And think. It gave Deidara more time to rile her up. The shallow pressure being applied to her belly, her hips, everywhere was maddening. She knew what those hands could do. She knew what he wanted to do. She knew what she wanted him to do.

And he did, too.

The chuckle in her ear sent a spark straight between her legs. The deep baritone rumbled through his chest. She wouldn't have felt it if she hadn't been pressed against him.

"You're such a tease," Sakura said.

Another laugh. "For enjoying the innocent act of dancing with you?"

Sakura turned her head enough to catch sight of him. "There's nothing innocent about the way you're touching me."

"You like it, hm."

Sakura remained silent. Of course she did. She wouldn't deny it. But that was exactly the problem. The damn artist was a wizard and he was doing barely anything to her. If he kept this up Sakura would have to resort to rather… Unladylike acts.

Deidara, finally, gave her more. Not much, but his hand over her breast gave a pleasurable squeeze. It was quick, and then he was gone. The cool expanse of his chest disappeared. Before Sakura could turn around a larger body replaced him. The color of the hands on her body told Sakura who it was.

She smirked, "Well if it isn't the birthday boy. Guess Deidara's turn was up."

"Not really," Kisame leaned in so she could hear him. "I just really wanted mine."

Sakura leaned back against him, "You can have whatever you want today."

"Anything?" Kisame's voice was low. Sakura barely caught it.

She turned around and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. It was quick. A preview. She pulled back and looked up at him. "Anything. Within reason," she let herself laugh. "I can't get you a jet."

"I'll live," Kisame leaned down to return the kiss.

They were upstairs in their hidden booth before the song ended. The rest of the party had the wits to leave when the two had come up the stairs. Kisame had sat as far back in the booth has he could. Sakura invited herself to swing a leg over his legs so she was straddling him. While surprised, Kisame didn't protest their position. With her legs spread like this Sakura's dress rode high up on her thighs. It gave Kisame a wonderful view of her long thighs. He didn't spend long staring, though. With the way Sakura was staring up at him he couldn't neglect her.

His arms wrapped around Sakura's waist while her arms went around his neck. She bit at his bottom lip and then ran her tongue over it. Kisame took her tongue into his mouth and she gladly followed. He sucked on her tongue and Sakura couldn't help grinding her hips against his.

She hadn't expected him to moan back when she did so. Curious, she repeated the action and got the same result. Smirking, Sakura lowered herself to add more pressure and found a bulge growing under the apex of her thighs. If she hadn't been drunk Sakura would have had the sense to be embarrassed. But that was not the theme tonight. Sakura let her weight settle on his erection and continued her ministrations in unison with their kiss. Her teasing soon backfired spectacularly when the friction against her sex started to feel just as good. The moan she let out against Kisame alerted him to her status change.

He didn't miss a beat. One hand slid down to squeeze her ass and pull her hips closer to roll against his. The pitch of her moan changed and Kisame smirked. A quick thrust up from his hips sent her head back exposing the length of her neck. He noticed a hickey on her neck.

Sakura wasn't his. But today, his day, that mark offended him. So he latched onto that spot and gave it a few light kisses before sucking at the area. Whoever had left this mark must have known what they'd been doing. When he sucked Sakura bucked her hips and let out another moan.

She was so goddamn sexy right now. Her chest heaved with each breath she took. Anywhere he touched she was on fire. His free hand went to her upper thigh and it was just as hot. He pushed his hand up further. All the writing Sakura had done caused her dress to ride up further. Even in the dim light Kisame could see her panty clad sex working against his jeans.

His hand slid further until his fingertips brushed the band of her panties on her hip. He followed it down as slow as he could manage.

"Ki – sa – me," Sakura moaned. She knew what he was doing. Her only problem was he was going too damn slow. "Stop teasing me."

Kisame paused, pulled his head back from her neck, and looked up. Her face was flushed with her eyes half closed and mouth parted as she took in shaky breaths. His length strained against his jeans and he instinctively ground up against her. The face she made when letting out that moan was the last straw. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Let's head back to the house."

"Yes please," Sakura breathed out and swung her leg over his lap. They were out of the booth and on their way to the exit, but not after Sakura took another three or maybe four shots of whatever she could grab – there was no more alcohol at the house and she wanted to be sure this buzz would last.

After getting her bag they headed outside. Sakura went to hail a cab but Kisame grabbed her and threw her around so she was on his back.

"What are you – "

"This is quicker," Kisame cut her off and started running.

Sakura forgot for a minute there that Kisame had this ability. She was thankful for it. Being this aroused in a cab with him would have been agony. Plus they got home in only a few minutes this way – Sakura was extra thankful for this as her stomach had started doing summersaults. At the front door Sakura fumbled with the house key while Kisame stood behind her, kissing her neck and grabbing wherever he could. Just as his hand moved down to her thighs the door unlocked and Sakura threw it open.

Kisame kicked the door closed behind him and Sakura did quick work of removing her shoes. It was the only thing she herself was able to take off. Kisame had her in his hold as soon as she threw the second shoe aside. Sakura pushed up at the hem of his shirt and Kisame pulled it over his head and threw it behind him. Their lips met in a flurry of biting and tugging. They slowly made their way towards Kisame's bedroom. That tingling in Sakura's stomach grew along with the heat in between her legs. It seeped out and through her whole being until she felt as if she were suffocating on the heat. Her dress was suddenly far too tight so she unclasped the clip behind her neck. Kisame felt the top give way and pulled the garment down and away from her hips while Sakura kicked it off the rest of the way.

Sakura's hands went to Kisame's belt buckle and undid it, pushing them down leaving the two of them clad in nearly nothing. Kisame lifted Sakura up and pressed her back against the wall they'd made their way to. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. That same bulge from earlier pressed against her once more. Without the thick jean fabric Sakura got a much better feel of Kisame. He ground against her just right and she let out a low moan. She wanted to grind back against him but her position prevented her from doing so. All she could do was kiss him back – and even that didn't last.

He pulled back to kiss and suck at her neck again, leaving her mouth free to call out his name. Sakura let her head fall back against the wall. She grasped at his shoulders and shut her eyes. His fangs ran across her pulse and down to the top of her breasts. He reached around behind her and rubbed his fingers across the clasp of her bra.

Sakura understood the question and undid the clasp herself. Kisame was quick enough to take the straps off and drop it next to them. He wasted no time and closed his mouth over a hardened nipple. As much as he wanted to savor the sight of her like this he wanted to hear her moan his name again.

When a fang ran across her nipple Sakura shuddered against him. She arched her back to push herself closer to him while trying her best to grind her sex against his. His name fell from her lips in a mantra when he sucked and bit down on her.

"Kisame," she breathed out, "Please."

He gave the bud a nip and another suck before releasing it and lifting his head to look up at her. "Please what?"

Sakura rolled her head against the wall in frustration. That was a good question. She had no idea what she wanted, but it was more than what he was doing. "More. Please, I need something more."

"Alright," Kisame said in a deeper tone. He put his hands around her to hold her steady and pulled her away from the wall.

That feeling of her stomach twisting returned for a moment but vanished when Kisame laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. He gave her another kiss, this time much more gentle. He pulled back and looked down at her, using the pause to take in the scene before him. Kisame had not thought he'd have this girl in his bed, nearly naked, begging to be touched. But, here he was. And he would be damned if he didn't make her scream by the end of the night.

Kisame took the other nipple in his mouth and tweaked the other with his left hand. The other ran down her side until he brushed the band of her panties again. Sakura squirmed underneath him and bucked her hips up. She was not going to allow this teasing bullshit now.

"Please," she breathed out again. "Kisame, please," she bucked her hips again for emphasis.

Kisame let her breast go and looked up at her. "Please what, Sakura?" His voice was so deep, it vibrated from his chest through to her stomach.

That queasy feeling returned but in her hazy state Sakura could only focus on one sensation at a time. Right now she desperately wanted to feel what Kisame could do to her. She focused on the fingers poking just under the band of her panties. "Please, touch me Kisame. I need you to touch me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he smirked and returned to her breast. His tongue flicked over the nipple but he kept his eyes on her face. He wanted to see her face during this.

Kisame's fingers continued forward and Sakura's heart lurched into her throat. Even being this drunk her mind had the wherewithal to get nervous. Her stomach flipped again but she kept her eyes looking down at his.

His fingers brushed over the bare skin underneath the fabric and traveled lightly over her slit. That alone made Sakura grip the sheets with one fist and entwine the fingers of the other in Kisame's hair. Her stomach flipped again and she felt like it had jumped into her throat. She swallowed and shifted her legs to give him better access. His finger continued teasing her slit and Kisame smirked at the wetness he found there.

He was sure he could push his finger in and come out covered in her. He tested this by pushing the tip of his middle finger just past her outer lips. It was covered instantly.

Sakura continued to squirm underneath him. She tried to push her hips up against him but his weight kept her in place. Kisame pressed himself against her make sure she stayed put – she'd get what she wanted if she was patient.

The feeling of him pressing against her would have been fine if her stomach hadn't suddenly reacted to it. That feeling of her stomach lurching into her throat came again and Sakura snapped her eyes open. She tried to swallow again but the feeling was not going away.

"Kisame." Sakura said in a startling even voice.

He looked up and when he saw the sickly look on her face Kisame pulled himself up and put his hands on either side of her to hold himself up. "What's wrong?"

Sakura blinked slowly and finally closed her eyes to try and fight the nauseous feeling. Her hand over her mouth was a clear message to Kisame what was going on. He moved to get off of her but was not quick enough. Sakura snapped her eyes open, sat up, crashed her head against his, scrambled around him, and ran into the bathroom just in time to release her dinner into the toilet. Kisame was right behind her, holding her hair back and rubbing comforting circles on her back while trying not to laugh.

When done Sakura rested her head on the seat and slapped a hand to her face. "Good fucking going, Sakura," she groaned. "Fucking cockblocked yourself." Kisame was about to say something but Sakura sat up straight again and grabbed the sides of the toilet. "Lord, please, not again."

Kisame couldn't keep the chuckle to himself.

If I don't update within, let's say, two months, you guys are free to come pester me either on here or on my tumblr. I go by the same name on there. And I say two months because this month is full of 21st birthdays among myself and my friends. So... There's that. lawl.

Things should be getting steamier now, I do reckon. Lemme know what sorta stuff you all want to see happen. Honestly it could give me inspiration for chapters. Back in my golden days that's how I got a lot of ideas for chapters - from reviewers. Just like you!

I mean I still have a general story line written out, but "filler" has to happen, right? Right.

I hope to see you all before Mother's Day. Bye!