"Saku, is that you Sasuke asked. I heard the door to the garage apartment close, followed by the sound of snow being stomped off feet.

"Hey." I peeked out from the kitchenette. "You're here early."

"And you're here ... at all." He tossed his coat on the leather chair. "I thought we had permanently resumed our traditional residences."

"We did." I popped back into the kitchenette, stirring a boiling pot. Crap. I'd hoped to be further along with dinner by the time he got back from school. "Why are you home already?"

"Basketball practice was preempted by the snow. In the Carpathians, we would call this the equivalent of 'a dusting.' A 'minor inconvenience.' Here, it seems to be cause for panic in the streets. Looting and rioting for the last loaf of 'Wonder Bread' at the grocery store, as though you couldn't get a pizza delivered if on the brink of starvation." Sasuke sniffed the air. "I repeat: Why are you here? And what is that smell?"

"I knew you were tired of vegan casseroles, so I made you a rabbit," I said. "I saw them in your freezer when I was living out here." Ino came up with this great idea that I make Sasuke a dinner. I'm a very good cook but when it comes to Romania Dishes….I suck.

He caught up short for a second. "You did what?"

"I cooked a rabbit."

"Actually, it's referred to as 'hare,'" Sasuke corrected, joining me in the kitchenette. "And if you don't know what to properly call it, how did you know what to do with it?"

"I found this cookbook on your shelves." I held out the battered, stained reference. "See?"

Sasuke frowned, reading. " Cooking the Romanian Way. In English! I'd forgotten I brought this." He glanced at me and smiled wryly. "Our cook sent this for your parents, anticipating that they would adjust their menus to meet my tastes— certainly never expecting that I'd find myself in the home of vegans who would never deign to accommodate even a royal Romanian's passion for flesh."

"Well, there's plenty of 'flesh on the menu tonight," I promised. "I'm making the sour lamb soup, too." I took the book from him, opened it, and jabbed my finger at the page I'd marked. "This recipe."

Sasuke perused. "How in the world did you secure 'minced leviathan,' in Lebanon County, Pennsylvania?"

"I checked . You can substitute tarragon."

"The 'sour lamb' must be the smell," Sasuke said, wrinkling his nose. "That will linger. And if your parents learn you cooked meat, woe to you."

"Hey, I'm trying to be nice here!"

Sasuke laughed. "Yes. By providing me a nice case of trichinosis. Hare are notorious carriers. The inexperienced should not dabble with game." He lifted the lid on the potted hare, which was stewing away, then glanced at me, one eyebrow arched. "You did clean this little beast, correct?"

"Like . . . wash it in the sink?"

"Remove the innards. I see something floating in there. .."

"There were innards?"

Sasuke grabbed a slotted spoon and stirred around in the pot. "Now I believe we've identified the source of the odor. I would say this is a spleen," he announced, fishing out some-thing that looked slippery.

"Nasty little organ. Not the most palatable part of anything. Even starving cats won't ingest spleen."

"I guess we should just dump the hare," I said glumly. The dinner wasn't turning out as well as I'd hoped.

"Actually, Saku, as much as I appreciate the effort. .."

There was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me," Sasuke said, heading to answer it.

"Urn, sure." I peeked in the pot. There were other slippery things starting to bubble around in there, too, as the hare broke down. Yikes. Who knew?

The door squeaked open.

"Sasuke-kun! Hey!"

Feeling something like a kick to my gut, I slammed down the lid of the pot. I knew that falsely chipper voice.

Karin

What is she doing here?

"Did you have any trouble with the snow?" Sasuke inquired.

I smelled pizza over the stench of the spleen.

"No, it's no big deal to me." Karin laughed. "I borrowed my dad's Hummer. If I was in an accident, I wouldn't be the one killed." What a humanitarian. I moved to the entrance to the kitchenette, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them.

"Finally, a Lebanon Countian who understands how to handle a scattering of frozen precipitation,"

Sasuke said, approvingly. "And might I add that you're looking lovely, as usual. Although it really goes without saying." Ugh.I was going to throw up and not from eating organ meats.

"Sasuke-kun!" Karin balanced the pizza box like a waitress, freeing one hand to clasp his forearm flirtatiously. "You always say the right thing."

"And you have brought the right thing," he said, unburdening her of the pizza. "This is one local delicacy that I have honestly come to appreciate."

"It sure smells better than whatever's cooking in here." Karin glanced around, seeking the source of the odor, and noticed me. "Oh, hi." She wrinkled her nose. "I was just saying something stinks in here."

"It sure does," I agreed.

Sasuke brushed past me, carrying the pizza into the kitchenette.

"As I was about to say, Saku, dinner would be somewhat inconvenient this evening, as I've invited Karin over to study."

"Study?" I felt more stewed than my rabbit. More sour than the lamb soup.

"Yes," Karin said. "Sasuke asked me to be his partner in English lit."

Partner? For what? And if there is any partnering to do, why wasn't I asked?Ilooked to Sasuke, knowing there was betrayal in my eyes. Wanting him to see it. But he was avoiding me.

"Yes, recall how I volunteered to do my 'mandatory oral book report' on Wuthering Heights?" he asked. "Well, after sitting through endlessly stultifying—and seldom edifying— presentations by our classmates, I thought it might be interesting to condense the novel into a small play. Highlight the dramatic parts."

"I'm going to be Catherine," Karin noted.

"I guess that makes you Heathcliff," I said to Sasuke, barely masking the unhappiness in my voice.

"Precisely."

I switched off the burners. Maybe the stench I caused will fade in a year or so. "I guess I'll get going, then. Don't want to interrupt you."

"You could stay for pizza," Sasuke offered. "You must not have eaten. At least, I hope you didn't taste the hare. It may not have boiled long enough to kill the parasites . . ."

"You're boiling hair?" Karin interjected. "Is that how you get it that way, Saku?"

I glared at Karin for a long time, wishing I had a really great comeback. But nothing came to mind.

Nothing. "I'll just head back to the house," I said, trying to exit with a little dignity. Trying to get out without crying. It had turned out all wrong. The whole thing was a disaster.

Sasuke must have seen my disappointment, the humiliation on my face, because he said, "Excuse us for a moment, Karin."

"Sure, Sasuke," she offered, removing herself to the other side of the small space. "I'll just check out your weapons over here. I love the diabolical decor."

Sasuke took my arm, leading me toward the door. "Saku," he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I hardly bothered to lower my voice. Tears really were welling in my eyes. Jealous tears. Embarrassed tears. I was so stupid. I'd tried to cook a rabbit for him, and he had a girl coming over. Not just any girl. Karin.

"It was kind of you to try ... a sweet gesture .. ." There was pity in Sasuke's eyes as he pushed a stray curl behind my ear, as if I were a hurt child. "But perhaps not the best idea. Not now."

"Yes," I agreed, shoving his hand away from my face. "It was a mistake."

"Karin is a friend," he explained calmly. "I find that I need a friend right now. Someone who understands me."

That really stung. Who could understand him better? "I understand you."

"No. Not in the same way ..." He glanced at Karin, who had removed a sword from the wall and was testing the point. "I can't explain it right now."

"Oh, you don't have to."

His voice hardened a bit, as did his grip on my arm. "Saku, you have Naruto. You chose Naruto .And you have Ino, too. Must I be isolated?"

"No. Of course not. Whatever." I tore my arm from his grasp, flung open the door, and ran out of the apartment, not bothering to grab my jacket. As I stomped down the stairs, the tears really started to spill, and I heard Sasuke step out onto the landing. "Saku, please ..." I ignored him and kept going, and he didn't call again. Be-fore I had even reached the bottom, I heard the door to the apartment thud shut.

I got that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach hurt and pain.

Sasuke Pov:

To say I felt bad would be an underestimate but the way I'm feeling now makes me feel like shit. The minute Karin walked in all I saw was betrayal and hurt in her eyes. I knew was all in the plan but, to constantly hurt her made me feel terrible. I sighed to myself walking back inside. Knowing that there weren't going to be any 'studying' tonight.

When I walked back in Karin was seated on my bed scrolling through her phone. When she noticed my presence she got up and smiled. I wrapped my arms around her waist kissing her trying to make my frustrations go away. She moaned into the kiss well backing us up bringing us down on top of my bed. We pulled apart and I rolled underneath her so she was on top straddling my lap while I had my hands behind my head underneath waiting to see a strip show.

She took off her shirt and red lacy bra, while bouncing on my lap. I watched as her DD breast bounce up and down the bright pink nipples hard. She was wearing a long skirt so she just pulled it up over her head leaving her only in red lacy panties. She tugged at my shirt making me take it off revealing my muscular six packs with the scars on them, and my tattoo on my shoulder. She leaned down kissing my chest leading down to my waist. To be honest I had to think of Sakura throughout all of this to make me hard, Karin was attractive and all but she was attractive in a slutty porn star way. The women I like are the innocent ones but most women I've slept with are the slutty ones.

She had my pants and boxers off. She grabbed my 9 in a half inch dick kissing the tip, I put my hands behind my head again as she went to work.

He watched her with darkened eyes as she knelt down between his legs and stared raptly at his cock for a few moments before lowering her head to give the tip a gentle lick. He exhaled sharply, and, encouraged, she ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft while her hand gripped his balls. She wrapped her mouth fully over the head of his cock. "Ah!" he hissed, one hand reaching out to seize her hair and drive his erection further into the warm wetness of her mouth. Karin couldn't lie … she liked the strong grip of Sasuke's hand tangled in the hair at the back of her neck, and she liked the roughness with which he shoved his dick up into her throat.

She felt her pussy pulsing with the need to be filled, and, half-consciously, she moved her unoccupied hand down to rub herself through her dampening shorts. The burning sensation that shot through her groin at her touch made her groan around Sasuke's thick shaft, and his response was to push her head down harder while he thrust his hips up to meet her. Fingers moving deftly over her clit, Karin felt herself coming close to orgasm. Sasuke seemed to realize this and, unwilling to allow her to get herself off, he jerked her head up and pulled her to a standing position. Without pausing, he rose, pressed his body against hers and grabbed her hips, lifting her up and causing her to lock her legs around his hips.

But when Sasuke rubbed his naked cock against her clothed center her mind when almost blank. "Do you like this?" Sasuke growled in a deep voice that sent shivers down her spine and another heated wave through her contracting pussy. He kneaded his fingers into her ass and continued to move against her in a way that had her cursing her panties. "Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now? God …" he snarled as he bit into her neck and began unbuttoning the garment keeping him from ramming into her.

Unable to form words, Karin merely whimpered at his questions and slipped her fingers through his hair. At his wordless insistence, she lowered her legs to the ground and stepped out of the panties that he'd slid down her hips and dropped to the floor. In an instant, her legs were wrapped around his hips once again and he'd driven his cock deep into her pussy. The force of his entrance had knocked her head against the wall, but Sasuke could tell that she didn't mind (if her pleasured shout was any indication), and he certainly didn't care about anything but the feeling of her warmth encasing his shaft. Her pussy had contracted sharply around him and she let out a scream he was sure would wake their teammates, even if they were on the other side of the base. He willed himself to withstand the commands of her rippling orgasm and continued to plunge into her as her cum splashed against his stomach and thighs.

Karin couldn't believe the intensity with which she had come, nor did she think her over-sensitized pussy could withstand his persistent thrusts. Yet he continued to pick up speed and the throbbing in her center turned from a pleasured-pain into the beginnings of another orgasm. Sasuke's grunts and warm breath blew into her ear, and she swore she could feel him getting impossibly harder.

"Ah, fuck,Sakura," he rasped, his deep voice broken by his harsh breathing. She watched him pull his head back from the juncture of her neck to squeeze his eyes shut in what might have passed for a look of pain. "Fuck!" he shouted, and his movements became erratic as his second orgasm of the night tore through him. He purposely called out Sakura name to get Karin more frustrated.

His thrusting slowed as his orgasm faded, and Sasuke let his hands slip down from their position on Karin's ass to ghost over her thighs while he slid out of her, their combined juices dripping to the floor.