Sasuke's smirk was victorious against her cheek.

When she realized her position, and how very royally she had fucked up, Sakura froze in his arms. Tentatively, she attempted, "Sasuke-kun...Sasuke-kun let me go now, please."

"Hn."

It was not in Sakura's nature to plead with anyone, it was in her nature to yell and insult and demand things, so it didn't take very long for her to degenerate into the same foul-mouthed, annoying harpy he was so inexplicably charmed by.

"Uchiha Sasuke you baboon's asshole, you put me down this instant or I'll kick your fucking ass, I'm trying to apologize here!"

"Game over, Sakura. Say it. Say I win."

"I would rather stick a white-hot fork in my eye."

"Say it."

"I will actually never say it. You understand me? Now take your hands off before I start..."

"Before you start what?" Sasuke was amused, he couldn't help it. Even with her back against the wall and absolutely no hope of escaping, Sakura still refused to submit to him tamely. He knew she didn't have ammunition against him at this point, but he would humor her, if only to further his own amusement. Damn girl owed him a chuckle or two, after what he'd been through this past week.

Sakura struggled to move, but his grip was locked. She was stalling for time, he knew, but this time, no matter what she did, it wouldn't matter. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

A pang of lust gripped him when Sakura's struggling to move turned into Sakura rubbing her hips against his. He fought hard against the familiar bloom of warmth in his abdomen, and briefly had to wonder if her movements were intentional, before dismissing the thought completely. It was an accident, nothing more, and...

HN. Her hips rolled against his slowly, and there was no way that was an accident.

Sasuke's grip tightened on reflex as he fought to still the arousal that threatened to overwhelm him. Sakura lifted her face from his neck and turned to whisper in his ear. Damn girl, did she not see the fact that all of their friends were watching this debauchery?

"You don't want me to start something you're not ready for me to finish," Sakura murmured. Sasuke's teeth clenched, and he told himself he wasn't affected (turned on) by the sound of her voice, much lower and throatier than usual.

"It's not gonna work," he muttered. Not even he knew what he meant by that, and Sakura's tinkling laugh in his ear told him exactly what she thought of his counterargument.

"What's not gonna work, Sasuke-kun?" Her breath was hot against the side of his face, and to his shock, to his complete and utter shock, the wanton little skank ran her tongue along the shell of his ear. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to focus on how dirty she was playing, rather than how impossibly good it felt, but it did no good, when he felt the slightest nip on his earlobe, and all bets were fucking off.

He hadn't known he was sensitive there, but he was, and Sakura had pushed him too far this time. He wanted to make her first time special, but he had his limits. And she chose to push them. So fuck it and fuck her because now that he was ready to go, her first time was gonna be in the fucking diner parking lot with all their fucking friends watching. He loosened his grip, fully intent on ripping off her little tank top without any regard as to who was watching, and only then did he realize his mistake.

He heard Sakura's triumphant little laugh before she took advantage of his hesitation. She ripped herself out of his loose hold and danced backwards out of his reach. At his scandalized, accusing glare, she flipped her hair behind her shoulder and said, "I knew it would work."

With that, she flung herself backwards towards the Jeep her friends had already piled into. With a little wink in his direction, Sakura vanished into the backseat as Ino tore out of the parking lot.

"GET IN TEME!" shouted Naruto from the Jetta. "GET IN YOU IDIOT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Apparently, Sasuke needed to stop underestimating his opponent. Or overestimating himself.

She'd found a way out after all.

He jumped into the driver's seat and took off in hot pursuit of the notorious purple Jeep, his body cooling down in time for his mind to come to one frightening realization: Sakura, it seemed, had discovered her sexuality and was using it as a weapon.

God help him.

God help the world.

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"That was so. so. so. fucking. hot!" Ino cheered her best friend, who was lounging in the back looking both windswept and victorious. "Sakura. No. Words. You were brilliant. Beyond brilliant. You were sexy and you had him gagging for it. I have never been prouder of you than at this very moment."

"Thank you Ino. I have never been prouder of me than at this very moment either."

"That could've gone in the Icha Icha series, you feel me?"

"Really? Icha Icha-worthy? You think, Hinata?"

Hinata was giggling. "Y-Yes, Sakura. Icha Icha w-w-worthy."

"Sasuke's got a bit of a lead foot, doesn't he?" Ino noted, glancing in the rearview mirror and seeing Sasuke racing towards them at perhaps a hundred miles an hour. "I thought we had a pretty decent head start, but here he is...he doesn't look very happy, Forehead. Maybe because you got him all hot and bothered, then dipped out last second?"

"Maybe," Sakura replied thoughtfully. "How long to Kumo?"

"Three hours," Hinata answered, consulting the map in her hands. "It w-will be nice to get out of this r-r-r-rain for awhile."

"Our more pressing issue is how we're gonna lose these assholes," Ino decided firmly. She forced thoughts of Kiba and Shikamaru out of her head for the moment; she had probably complicated matters even further by hooking up with Kiba the night before, but in all seriousness, the momentary relief she'd found in his arms from all the crushing frustration Shikamaru heaped on her seemed worth it.

For now, she needed some serious girl time.

"Forehead, what's your plan?" Ino looked at her best friend in the rear view mirror, and to her surprise, she found Sakura slumped long-ways on the backseat, fast asleep. Apparently the wild, sleepless night had caught up to her. Ino rolled her eyes. "Well, Hinata, looks like it's up to us, then. How do we throw these dickheads off?"

Hinata smiled shakily but deviously, and with her short choppy hair blowing around her from the air conditioner on full-blast, she looked slightly demented. A shudder passed through Ino as Hinata replied, her voice full of menace, "I have an i-idea."

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note.. This story passed 100 reviews this morning, and I was so surprised. Thank you all so much for your support :) I'm glad to see so many of you are enjoying this as much as I am and so very grateful for your kind words and encouragement. Hope I didn't lure anyone into a false sense of security last chapter. There's a village I'm really looking forward to sending these assholes to, and some characters I'm really eager to introduce. Thanks for sticking with me this far, I appreciate it so much! :) xoxo Daisy