I must really love you guys or it just happens that I'm better at writing lemons than I am at actual stories. As always enjoy, because after this, shit's about to go down.

I admit I was reluctant to give up the dominant position, but it does give me a great view from down here. Sakura's hair is drenched in sweat, sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her creamy breasts rise and fall with the rhythm of her hips and her toned abdomen, that of a disciplined nin, undulates with every arch of her back. My grip is at her thighs that squeeze my middle tight like she doesn't want me to go anywhere. I wouldn't dream of it. In fact, all I want to do is take that delicate hand of hers off her mouth and hear her cry her release.

"S-ahsuke-kun, oh fuck," she moans softly and I actually groan in response, rocking my hips against hers with renewed determination. If it's possible, her utterance has made me harder. Her walls tighten around me making me groan and grip her thighs so strictly I'm sure she'll have bruises. She tightens again and I twitch in response. I meet her gaze and notice the mischievous grin on her face. She's doing it on purpose.

"Sakura," I moan, meaning for it to sound like a warning, "You're so fucking tight."

She shivers in response and almost loses her tempo. Hn, so she likes that. It doesn't take her long to recover though. She leans down, her pert nipples brushing against my chest, her lips just inches away as her bright green eyes bore into mine. I want to kiss those teasing lips. Her hips steady, moving up and down ever so slowly so that I can feel every groove of her pussy. Fuck, if I don't get on top soon I'm going to burst. I grab her ass, squeezing softly while I try to control the depth at which she takes me. She seems to lose herself for a moment, dipping her chin into my chest to stifle a moan. I take her brief lapse in control as my opportunity to flip us over, making sure that her body never leaves mine.

She almost growls at me until I cut her off with a hard, controlled thrust.

Furious, I hook my legs around his waist with the intent to overturn our positions, but he catches on too quickly. He drives into me with a rough, deep thrust that touches a spot I didn't know I had. The sound that comes out of my mouth is nothing I've ever heard. I turn my head, pulling the corner of his pillow to my mouth and biting down hard. We can't risk being heard. Even from this angle I can see the satisfied smirk on Sasuke's face as he thrusts into me with the same resolution as before. Again he hits that spot. It feels so fucking good. I whimper into the pillow. If he keeps that up, I'm going to come in no time.

But instead, he teases me, slowing to the pace I was keeping before. His hands grip my waist to control my movements. I can feel every vein on his member, every inch, the entire thickness. My hands clasp his biceps, my fingers digging in so much I'm certain he'll be marked. He enters me slowly, but with the intent to reach deep. I whine as he retreats. Kami, I've never felt so full as when he's inside me.

"Sasuke-kun, please," I beg, as quiet as I can through a mouthful of pillow. Even as small as my voice is, it doesn't diminish the response it gets from him. His cock twitches at the sound of my words and Sasuke's stride quickens, rubbing in a continuous rhythm against what I can only gather from the intense pleasure is my G-spot. Good to know he likes the suffix.

"Shit, Sakura," his voice is hoarse with lust. My breathing turns ragged as I take in short, uneven breaths. I'm so close.

Sasuke reaches a hand up to cup the side of my face, making me release the pillow. His nose is so close. But then he drops down to suck on the juncture of my neck. Soon his teeth join in, tugging softly on my skin. There's something erotic about Sasuke leaving his seal on me. His mouth trails up my neck, to my jawline, until he's a breath from mine. The crescendo of our tempo is not far away and as desperate as I am for a release, I don't want this to end. Our hips are slamming together as we try and match each other thrust for thrust. I never want this to stop. His black irises never leave mine and it makes it all the harder to control my outbursts. Sasuke drops lower so that our chests are pressed against each other and our chins touch. I feel the sweat trickle down his neck onto my sternum. We're a complete mess and I don't care. My breath catches in my throat as his last thrust takes me even closer.

"Fuck," his lips collide with mine, a bruising kiss that transforms into tugging teeth and battling tongues. I come hard, my whole body seizing, tightening around him as I kiss him with such intense fervor and adoration. Not long after, I feel him release inside me, but we never break from each other. His seed is hot inside me and I enjoy the feeling.

My hands slide up to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. I tilt my mouth to bite his bottom lip in a teasing manner. He smirks, pulling away briefly before devouring my lips again in a hungry kiss. I respond in kind; we just came, but I already want more. Yet at the same time, my limbs feel heavy and lids tired. Our lips slow to the point where I close my eyes and just feel the weight of Sasuke's body against mine as we come down from the dizziest of highs.

Eventually he removes his lips and as much as I want to protest, I can't seem to bring the words to life. I feel him slip an arm under me and turn me over. With no thought whatsoever, I pull myself into Sasuke's side, laying my head on his chest and finally drifting off to sleep.

With incredible audacity, Sakura burrows herself into my side, her eyes closed. I don't know what to do so I lock my hands above my head and peer down at her. Sakura's breathing is already becoming even and deep. She must be sleeping now. Her cheeks are red and her lips are swollen but she looks peaceful.

I suppose I can let her stay here for a little while, especially since this was a one time thing; we've successfully fucked us out of each other's systems. Now our lives can go back to normal. But then I think about what happened in the kitchen. That's never happened before, usually because I don't let anyone get close enough.

It's not going to happen again.

Sakura stirs briefly, turning onto her other side. I take the opportunity to slip out of the bed and gather up our clothes. I pull mine back on and drape Sakura's over the chair she usually sits in. I take a seat. I have to wake her soon, before the guards come knocking.

I reach for her bare back, then think better of it and shake her shoulder lightly.

"Sakura."

"Mm," she flips onto her back, chest exposed, rubbing her eyes. I force myself to look away.

"Sakura, you need to leave."

"How long was I asleep?" Her words are slightly slurred, and her voice is thick.

"Not long."

She runs a hand through her hair, not looking at me either.

"Will you hand me my clothes, please?"

I reach behind me and toss them on the bed. Standing, I turn towards the door, listening instead of looking. She steps into my vision as she heads for the door, holding her bowl of now chilled leftovers.

"I'll see you in the morning," her smile is reserved as she closes the door behind her.

Why was that so awkward?

I can't believe I kissed him. It's one thing to have sex - no, to fuck because there doesn't have to be any emotional connection there. But kissing is so intimate.

I climb into bed, eager to reenter my weightless sleep and forget all the problems this will create for us. However the soreness of my inner thighs is eager to remind me of what just took place. When was the last time I got sore from sex? I must be really out of practice. Was Himuri the last guy I had sex with? Kami, that was a year ago.

I lay down and pull the covers over myself when I feel something wet trail down my leg. I reach a hand into my shorts rubbing my raw labia and pulling away with Sasuke's cum. I have to perform a contraceptive jutsu. I form the hand signs and place my fingers on my stomach, channeling my chakra there. Letting the warmth spread through my body, it doesn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I grab the last load from the washer and take it outside, passing a group of guards playing board games in the living room. I hooked a clothesline across the backyard to hang my laundry after I decided at the crack of dawn that I had to do something productive to keep my brain busy. Sasuke was the first thing on my mind when I woke up; I could smell him on me. I convinced myself to shower only after facing the fact that if I could smell it, everybody else probably could too.

As I fasten my clothes up with pins, I hear a group of guards scurrying towards the front door. I turn my head in confusion as they open the door and Tsunade walks through.