"If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed."

"W-wait, what?" Sakura replied, glancing up at her companion.

"You heard me," Zabuza said, crossing broad, tanned arms as he watched her. His grin is apparent even through the mask. "Ever since Mizukage-sama and Hokage-sama assigned to this mission you've been eye-fucking me. So." He spreads his arms wide, gesturing to himself. "Here I am, at your service."

"You are crude," Sakura said, flush dark and high on her cheeks.

He shrugged, taking pleasure in how flustered she was. "I'm just being honest, Sakura-san," he said in a low, gravelly rumble.

He enjoyed the way she shivered in response.

Sakura scowled, trying to ignore the growing heat low in her gut. Ever since the treaty between Kiri and Konoha, Tsunade-shishou and Mei-sama took great pleasure in sending out their best ninja on simple diplomatic missions. Honestly, for shinobi of their caliber, it was practically a vacation. In fact, they were sharing a room in a fancy onsen hotel, which led them to now.

And seriously, who could fault Sakura for ogling the eye candy that was the Demon of the Hidden Mist?

"So what do you want to do about it?" Sakura snapped, knowing that Zabuza was all bark and no bite.

Zabuza stood fluidly, approaching her rapidly and grabbing her arms. He was momentarily entranced by the stark contrast in her pale skin to his dark before he glanced down into her eyes. She looked up at him, flushed and wide-eyed and Zabuza was lost.

He pulled his mask down around his neck, bent over, and pressed his lips to hers heatedly.

Her lips were chapped and dry beneath his own and he pushed his tongue against her, asking for silent permission.

Sakura opened her mouth to him, moving her rather talented tongue into his mouth.

Zabuza groaned, hands smoothing up and down her sides as he walked backwards, allowing Sakura to guide him. He stumbled as he hit the edge of the bed, falling back and breaking the kiss.

He looked up at Sakura, standing above him like a conquering goddess, triumphant and proud. He panted, wiping the saliva from his lips before smirking at her boldly.

"Not making it to the bed, huh?" Sakura said, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Zabuza laughed, wild and free as he grabbed hold of her, turning and tossing her onto the mattress. "We'll make good use of it," he promised, hands shamelessly mapping out new areas of Sakura's skin.