What You Want/What You Got by The Unlovables, Samantha by The Unlovables, Vacation by The Unlovables, Everything's Overrated by The Unlovables, I Turn To You by Christina Aguilera, Twilight by Vanessa Carlton, My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion, and so many others...

Okay, I'm gonna put 'Bad Girlfriend' by Theory of a Deadmanin this one, I think. A good song. Nice to shake ya booty to!

Um, a warning: This chapter has some…stronger…material in it. I'm getting close to the lemon, people. Close. Building up tension….oh yeah, baby. Alright. I'll shut up now.

Naruto: -sings- "I'm an ugly girl, my face makes you huuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrllll!!"

Sakura: You're actually a good-looking girl when you go into Sexy Jutsu, Naruto.

Naruto: It's a song, Sakura-chan! -rolls eyes- You're so weird.

Kisa Kisa Yum Yum: Right……anyways…..

Naruto: Kisa Kisa Yum Yum doesn't own me. Hey, your name is too long! It's too much of an effort to type!

Kisa Kisa Yum Yum: What are you complaining about, you crazy person? I'm the one typing! You're sitting on your ass eating ramen!

"Sasuke-kuuuuuuuuuuun!" I yelled, launching myself at him and wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest. "You're so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!"

He smiled and pulled me tighter to him, and I moved so that my chin was resting in the crook between his shoulder and his neck. That's when I saw who was staring at us, eyes full of hate and, dare I say it, envy. Jealousy. Anger. Red-hot boiling rage. Who was this person?

Well, you'll have to wait until the next chapter.

You done waiting yet? Well, it was….

Karin. Yeah, the bitch. I mean, who else could it be? Nah, I just wanted to make you guys think. ….did it work?

So anyways, yes she was glowering at us. It was actually kinda funny… But her negativity was killing my buzz. So when I pulled away from Sasuke, I grabbed his hand with a grin and said, "Come on, I wanna dance again!"

He rolled his eyes, but allowed my to lead him back onto the dance floor. We were just in time for the next song to come on, and I laughed when I recognized the beginning of the fast-paced song. "So, can the great Uchiha dance?" I asked him with a teasing lilt to my voice.

"Can I dance?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. "Of course I can dance. The question is, can you dance?"

I scoffed. "I was born dancing, Uchiha!" I grinned as the lyrics poured from the speakers, and laughed aloud as his eyes widened in shock. Singing along, I began to move.

My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend gotta have it

She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doin' shots

Tip the man, he'll ring the bell, get her drunk, she'll scream like hell

Dirty girl, getting' down, dance with guys from outta town

Grab her ass, actin' tough, mess with her she'll fuck you up

No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned

But she's comin' back to my place tonight

As it went into the chorus, I was surprised when I felt Sasuke's presence behind me. When I'd begun to dance, he had just stood there, jaw dropped and eyes popping out of their sockets. He's apparently gotten over his shock at the naughty words and was dancing along with me. I can honestly say that I've never really danced with a guy; and when I say danced, I mean dirty danced. Like, grinding up against another person, feeling their body so close to yours. I mean, sure, I'd danced like that with….no wait, I'd never danced with girls like this, either. I never really had any girl friends….huh. Strange.

Anyways, I'm used to dancing alone. So it was a shock when I felt Sasuke's hands on my hips, guiding them into falling into a rhythm that felt strangely natural. His touch on me was like touching a candle--hot hot hot. And when I felt his…you know…brushing up against my butt, I let out a squeal of surprise that was thankfully unheard over the music.

A part of me wanted to pull away, panicking, saying that this was too much, too fast--but I have a tendency of not listening to that part of me. Hell, if I did, I would be in Catholic school getting swatted across the knuckles by strict nuns. I allowed it. And I liked it. A little too much, that part of me whispered. I'm ignoring it.

Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along

Come together, leave alone, see ya later, back at home

No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned

But she's comin' back to my place tonight

I said, no one really knows just how far she's gonna go

But I'm gonna find out later tonight

I'd never felt so exhilarated, so carefree, so desired. The way his hips moved against mine made my breath catch, made my pulse speed up to twice its normal pace, made a weird, deep ache start somewhere deep in my belly.

She likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat

She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth

I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end

You know what she is, no doubt about it

She's a bad, bad girlfriend

I suddenly couldn't stand it, couldn't bare it any longer. I jerked forward so that his hands fell from my hips and swiveled around to face him. His eyes were smoldering, with no trace of humor in the onyx depths; just a passion, a desire that I understood all too well. So I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.

Unlike our other kisses, this one was hot, molten, toe-curling and, if my eyes had been open, I'm sure I would have seen stars. It was a deeper level than anything we'd ever come across, but neither of us wanted to break it. He pulled me close to him, crushing me to him, my soft curves molding to his lean and hard planes. And the kiss went on and on, unbroken, breathless because neither of us wanted to let go, even to breathe. If anyone was paying attention, I hope they were timing it--this was surely a kiss for the Guinness books.

I slid my arms up around his neck and pressed my chest against his, not even smiling when he moaned, because I was moaning, too. Oh Kami, he tasted so good. I wanted to go on kissing him forever. I wanted to never let him go. I wanted to stay in our own little world for eternity. I wanted--I wanted--

"You wanna get a room or something?"

We jerked apart at the voice and once I'd stared at him dazedly for a minute (or six), I saw that it was the Kid--I mean, Tomisho. Cara was by his side, watching us in amusement. When she saw that I was looking at her, she winked and mouthed, 'Rawr!' I felt the deep blush creeping up my neck and cleared my throat. My voice was still croaky when I said, "Um, pardon?"

Tomisho rolled his eyes and replied, "You two were totally just having a total make-out session in the middle of the dance floor. And it's a slow song, too."

I vaguely noted that he was correct; 'Bad Girlfriend' was over and had been replaced by a pretty Vanessa Carlton song--I was too out of it to recognize the tune. "Um…well, we, uh….." I glanced up and over at Sasuke. He was stony-faced, and there was a smear of my lip gloss on his mouths, which was now pressed into a thin line of disapproval. What the hell was he mad about; the fact that Tomisho interrupted us, or that I'd suddenly kissed him, or that we'd been snogging in view of the whole hotel? "I'm gonna go get some punch," I muttered, then slipped away before they could stop me.

I made my way through the sea of bodies and staggered to the refreshment table. When I tried to ladle some punch into one of those little clear plastic cups, I was disappointed to see that my hand was shaking. I plunked the serving utensil back into the crystal bowl and plopped onto a nearby chair, my head in my hands. What the hell had I done? I'd just made out with my boyfriend in front of everyone! EVERYONE! What kind of whore tries to go to town on her boyfriend in the middle of the dance floor?!

"Sakura-chan?" I looked up at the voice, then dropped my head back in my hands.

I felt Tenten sit on the seat beside me and pat me on the back, asking, "What's wrong? Do you feel ill?"

I almost snapped at her, but then I heard the sincerity in her voice. So, with a sigh, I replied, "No. I'm just….ashamed of myself."

The surprise in her voice spoke for itself as she said, "Nani? Ashamed of yourself? For what? Kissing your boyfriend?"

That last part made me poke my head up and stare at her in…shock. "Y-you, uh, saw, uh, that?" I managed.

She nodded. "Oh, of course. Everyone saw it." When my head lowered again, she added, "But it's a perfectly natural thing, Sakura-chan. I mean, you think I don't get the hots for Neji from time to time? You think making out with Sasuke in front of a hotel half-full of strangers is bad, then listen to this; I was invited, along with Lee so as not to raise suspicion, to a family gathering at Neji-kun's. His whole family was there; Hinata's dad, Hinata's little sis, and basically any other Hyuga that lived in the same time zone. It was a huge gala, everyone in formal attire. I came in a dress that made me look fat, my hair was a mess, and I didn't have on any make-up. Oh, did I mention I was sweaty?"

I was now sitting straight and watching her as she told the story. I'm a sucker for pitiful tales. "No, you didn't. So what happened?"

Tenten grimaced as she said, "Well, I was so nervous that I drank three glasses of champagne, flirted with a distant cousin of his, and ended up glomping Neji right in front of his uncle."

I winced. "Ouch."

"Yeah." She nodded, then sighed. "Let's just say that this little story is another reason why Neji-kun and I's relationship is hush-hush. His uncle hates me! And Hanabi, Hinata's little sister, who is, by the way, only like ten or eleven, threatened to pull out my intestines through my ass and castrate Neji if I gave him anything."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. I laughed and I laughed and I laughed. I laughed so hard and for so long that I swore that several of my ribs fractured, if didn't out-right break. My laughing spree lasted for what seemed like hours, then I finally began to quiet. When my laughter turned into hiccups, Tenten was smiling at me. Yes, smiling. "You finished?" she asked kindly.

"Y-yeah…" I wheezed.

"It is pretty funny. At the time, I was still slightly drunk, so it was hilarious. Lee had to drag me out of there before Hanabi saw red and decided to kill me right then and there. Neji took it pretty well. He didn't dump me, though he gave me the silent treatment for a couple days. But your situation is totally different. Just go talk to Sasuke. He's probably as confused as you are."

I sighed and grudgingly admitted, "I really didn't want to stop. I wanted him to keep kissing me, to keep touching me, to--" I glanced up at her. "Does that…make me a whore?"

"You want to know a secret?" she asked conspiratorially, and I leaned forward. In my ear, she whispered, "Neji-kun and I have already done it."

My jaw dropped, and I reared back from her in shock. "Are you serious?!" My voice was unnecessarily squeaky.

"Yup. Twice." When my eyes bulged, she giggled. "But we're in love. It doesn't make you a whore to make love with the one you love. You love Sasuke, right?"

"More than life itself!" I half-yelled, then quieted when a couple of people near us looked over to our corner.

"Good!" Tenten grinned and slapped me on the back a few times. Damnit, she's strong. "Now go tell your boyfriend what you just told me!"

"H-he doesn't know I love him," I confessed.

"No no, not the love thing! The I-didn't-want-to-stop thing!" Tenten waved her arms at my silly misunderstanding and stood, giving me a 'Nice Guy' pose that gave me an awful sense of déjà vu and said, "Now go, Sakura-chan, and get laid!!"

I had the sudden urge to stand, salute, and shout, "Yes, Tenten-chan! And if I cannot get laid, then I will run two hundred laps around Konoha in my underwear!" or something like that. I thankfully tamped down on the embarrassing notion and stood too. "Alright, calm down. And stop doing that, you're freaking me out!"

As I walked away, I heard her laughing behind me, then the sound was swallowed up by the loud music blasting from the speakers, the deep bass making the floor thump as some up-beat song about a girl kissing another girl (A/N: I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry--love that song!) was playing. I searched around for a sign of my boyfriend, but there was no sighting of the chicken-butt head anywhere. I sighed and turned, and almost bumped into a couple dancing. "Oops, gomen nasai!" I shouted above the music, then grinned when I saw who it was. "Oh, Hinata-chan, Naruto."

Hinata flushed as my gaze strayed knowingly to where Naruto's hand rested possessively on her hip as they turned at my words. Inner Sakura was giggling as the blonde yelled, "Oi, Sakura-chan! Where's Teme?"

"Uh, I dunno, why?"

He sighed and whined, "Because I was gonna bum some money off of him!"

A vessel in my forehead twitched angrily as I said, "Naruto, you're so dumb. Sasuke owns the freaking hotel, everything's free!"

"Yeah, but--" He glanced at Hinata, then said, "Can I talk to you alone for a minute, Sakura-chan?"

I opened my mouth to refuse, then gave into his pleading look and nodded. Naruto pressed a quick kiss to Hinata's head (aw, how sweet!) and grabbed my hand, leading me away. I flashed the confused Hinata a helpless look and allowed the blonde to lead me. He eventually pulled me out of the throng of people and out of the ballroom, out into the lobby of the hotel.

Once we were far enough away, he let go of me and said, in a low, rushed voice, "Alright, here's the thing. I need….uh…protection."

My face must have relayed my cluelessness because he sighed and continued, "You know…uh…condoms…"

That I understood. "Are you fucking insane?!" I asked him in disbelief. "You just ask the girl to marry you and now you're going to have sex with her?! What kind of a--"

"It's not sex, Sakura-chan," he broke into my tirade, his expression serious.

"Huh?" I was, again, clueless.

"If Hinata-chan and I do anything, it will be making love. I love her and she loves me."

I almost keeled over in exasperation. The two were 'engaged' for less than twenty-four hours and had already confessed their love for each other?! Oh, I am SUCH a good matchmaker!! "Oh really…. So you love her, huh?" I questioned slyly.

He flushed a light pink and said, "Hai, I do. The last few days with her have been awesome. And even if her dad doesn't approve of her marrying me" -his chin rose a degree and a determined light flared to life in his eyes- "then he can go screw himself! I love Hinata-chan, and I'll tell anyone who wants to know!!"

It was hard to keep a straight face. He just looks so cute when he's being serious. Finally, I managed to say, without erupting into laughter, "Good for you, Naruto. You both deserve it. And, on that note…" I grinned. "Come with me up to my room, and I'll lend you the money for your…protection."

I'm not quite sure how he can go from deadly serious to extremely happy, but he made the transformation in less than a nanosecond. "Wahoo! Oh, you're the best, Sakura-chan! Arigato, arigato, arigato!!"

So I once again found myself in an elevator, riding up to my room yet again. I dug into my bra, yet again, and pulled out the key and, yet again, unlocked my door. I rummaged around in my wallet which I'd suddenly found a use for (keeping money, who'da thought) and pulled out a decent amount of cash. I handed it to him and said, "Get lots and lots. I don't want you running out and us having little Uzumakis running amuck in Konoha. At least, not for a few years yet."

He rolled his eyes and took the money excitedly. "Arigato, Sakura-chan! I'll pay you ba--"

An angry yell interrupted his sentence. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but I want you out of my room, now!!"

I gasped as I recognized Sasuke's voice and ran over to where our rooms joined, pressing my ear against the door. Naruto followed suit, and we stayed that way, like little eavesdropping mice, as a female voice shouted back, "But Sasuke-kun, I--"

"That little bitch!" I muttered as I placed the voice to the face. "That redheaded bitch from Hell!"

"Shh!" Naruto hissed, and we listened once more as Sasuke replied, "No buts! Just get the hell out of my room, now!"

Her voice was spiteful now as she bit out waspishly, "Why, so your little ugly girlfriend can come over here? So you can fuck her? I'm ten times better than that flat bitch!"

I growled warningly in my throat at the insult and reached for the door handle, but Naruto stopped me, hissing at me again to stop. I couldn't help a quick, "I'm not flat!" before I turned back to listen in.

"I will not allow you to speak of Sakura like that. She's my girlfriend, she's beautiful, and she is more than enough woman for me."

I grinned at Sasuke's comeback, but only had a few seconds to gloat before Karin said, "You can't really care about her, not after what you told me! You told me that you loved me! Don't you remember, Sasuke-kun?" Her voice got silky as she purred, "How much fun we had together? How much we had in common? How much--"

There was the sound of a door jerking open, then Sasuke's voice, hard and unyielding, "Out. Now. I don't want to hear another word."

Karin huffed angrily, and by her footsteps she flounced to the door, then stopped and said, "Are you saying that you don't love me anymore? The way you used to?"

A pause, then, "No. I'm saying that I lied." Slam.

I looked at Naruto, and he looked at me, and we grinned at each other. Justice, sweet justice.

Ohh. Eem. Gee. I just suddenly had the inspiration to write this. It's almost two in the morning, and I have school tomorrow/today. Be glad I'm writing this, y'all--actually, be glad I'm updating. I know it's been awhile….

So, if you want more sasusaku goodness, stop by my page and read The Elevator, of which I just put up Chapter 3. It is, like, so cool. Srsly.

Someone told me not to read Twilight by Stephenie Meyers until I finished this story because I would be comparing them together. That person was right. I was so shocked by how much Sakura and Bella are alike in the beginning, it's scary. But I loved the book so much that I'm forcing my friend Marion to let me borrow New Moon. -sighs-