Chapter 15

Delve Deeper

A/N I actually had a hard time with this one. Trying to write a lemon and at the same time actually tell a story lol. A special thank you to Olliya, who writes such amazing and detailed reviews, and writes some amazing fics herself! Go check out her work, you won't regret it! Another thank you to Yomi-Gaeru, who is sweet, talented, and you really need to check out her MadaSaku fanart. Thank you to the guest user who keeps leaving kind reviews on my chapters! Reviews help me to stay inspired, and I love reading them 3. Always open for suggestions, or anything you'd like to see in future chapters :) thank you everyone!

If he was being honest with himself, he had no idea what to expect when he knocked on that door to Sakura's apartment. He had never felt this way, never felt this urgency in his heart to see a woman. He knew he had hurt her, and he knew she had the full right to refuse him. While he hoped desperately that she would not turn him away, he had braced himself for it. He would, after all, deserve it. It wasn't fair what he did to her. The carefully constructed walls deep within his psyche had stood firm for years; guard against pain and vulnerability.

Sakura, though, seemed to have a chisel and a hammer, slowly cracking away at his walls' integrity, eventually breaking down a few. Perhaps that's the real reason he pushed her away. She knew more about him than he expected, and others knew more than he wanted them to. Being an enigma, was, to him, essential to protect himself and those around him. Only a few people who couldn't help but be close to him knew much beyond the surface, and Obito had come swooping in and bashed his excuses to pieces. That smug little runt.

When Sakura had opened the door and her surprised eyes locked with his, the compulsion to reach out and hug her was nothing short of a dangerous and desperate gamble. But Sakura had been so…forgiving? When she grabbed his hands and led her into her home without a word, he was shocked, but followed obediently.

Passing through the door frame, she led him while walking backwards, still a firm hold on his hands. Her hands were so warm, a welcome relief as he was now completely soaked with rain, and probably dripping water onto her carpet. She must have thought the same thing, because she reached to the buttons of his peacoat and unfastened them, helping him shrug off the drenched garment. She folded it over her arm and took it over to the wall heater, dragging a chair from the table in the kitchen to drape the coat on it in front of the heater. "It should be dry by morning…" She said quietly, making sure to drape the coat as such to get as much heat flow as possible. She turned back to Madara, who was standing there staring at her. She hesitated a little before speaking. "I'm sorry, Madara, for what I-," but he quickly stepped over to her and placed a finger to her lips.

"No…you didn't do anything wrong. I expected too much from you…it wasn't fair of me. You didn't deserve that. Don't apologize. I may be 11 and half years older than you, but that doesn't mean I don't do stupid shit." He smiled sheepishly at her and she blushed a little at the look on his face. Her eyes ventured downward to observe his soaking wet shirt and jeans. "Did you fall in a puddle or something?" she asked with a smirk.

He chuckled as he noticed he really was drenched, "Uh, no, but I was standing at your door for an unreasonable amount of time before knocking…"

Sakura found that incredibly cute. She pictured him actually standing in the rain wondering if he should knock or not. So even the stoic and hard-nosed Madara could be shy and unsure of himself. That made her feel a little better. It seemed that he had many more layers under that tough appearance that was always on display in front of others. Honestly, she knew she could have just turned him away, but the sheer joy she felt in that moment, being embraced by him, and his complete openness…she thought she'd never have that again, and now her heart felt like doing backflips.

She realized she had been lost in thought when she looked up to see Madara glancing over at some picture she had on the wall. Making sure the peacoat was hanging properly, she left her spot by the wall heater and stood next to him. He looked down at her and pointed at a picture of Sakura and Ino.

"I imagine that's Ino?" He asked.

Sakura smiled at the picture, "Yes, she's my best friend, how did you know it was her?"

Madara shrugged and folded his arms, "You've mentioned her before as being your best friend, and I see a lot of your pictures here have her in them."

Sakura mused about the Uchiha's power of deduction. Maybe he learned to analyze things like this when he was an officer? She coughed slightly and put a hand on Madara's arm. He turned and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Hm?"

She blushed a little; she knew what she wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it, it seemed. He must have picked up on it, because he turned his body towards her and pulled her to his chest, he was still wet from the rain, even with his peacoat off.

"I know it wasn't fair to you what I did. You didn't deserve that. I suppose Obito would be correct when he says I treat problems like using a sledgehammer on a finishing nail." He hugged her tighter with his words and lowered his head to rest his chin on her shoulder, "I've never been good with people, much someone like you."

She looked up at him inquisitively from his chest, "What do you mean "someone like you"?"

He smiled sheepishly, "People like you, the ones who get past all my defenses like little brain ninjas." She laughed at that. He was so cute like this.

But she could feel that his body was cold. It would be bad if he got sick again. Then an idea occurred to her. She looked up at him with a coy grin. "Come with me."

Madara furrowed his eyebrows at her, "Where are we going"" he asked with curiosity.

She grabbed his hand and started leading him down the hallway. "We're going to go get warm."

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Her bedroom was tiny, not at all the size of his room, but she seemed to have so much more STUFF than he did. He was a meticulously simple and functional decorated in his his house, Sakura was nothing short of eclectic.

Her bed, a nice full size with a purple comforter accented with dark green ivy embroidery, sat by window on the far side of the room, with a black nightstand next to it. Her dresser had a silver toned lamp on it, and little decorative picture frames dotted the surface. He could see Sasuke, Naruto and what he knew to be Ino in them. There were some others of people he didn't recognize. The floor was dark hardwood, and a fluffy grey area rug lay in the center of the room, which also had embroidered ivy accents. There were little knickknacks lining the shelf near the dresser and closet. He noticed a replica of the hand cannon called "Lumina" from Destiny 2 sitting proudly on display on the same shelf. He had replica of the "Ace of Spades" and "Thorn" hand cannons himself. He noticed that the perks from those specific weapons he liked in the game, were all about disorienting and wounding the enemy, but the one Sakura had, Lumina, was a weapon that possessed perks for aiding and healing allies. Interesting, he thought.

He looked over to see Sakura standing by the bathroom, smiling at him. He didn't know why, but he felt a flutter in his chest seeing that very mischievous grin of hers. She approached him and grabbed his hands, pulling him to the bathroom door.

"Whoa, what are we doing?" He asked, honestly not aware of what she was planning. She slowly walked backwards, pulling him into the bathroom and when she reached the shower (which, for having a small apartment, she had a large shower) she released one of his hands and bent down, pulling the knob to turn on the hot water. The shower head roared to life, shooting water out and steam slowly started rising to the ceiling.

Realization dawned on Madara when Sakura started unbuttoning his black longsleeve shirt. He had an inkling before that, but considering he had never showered with anyone before, he was not expecting it at all.

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Sakura carefully worked each of the shiny buttons lining the center of his shirt, and when she reached the one just above his belt, she let her fingers graze across his sensitive skin. His breath hitched in his throat, feeling tingly sensation running down his legs. Sakura grinned as she pulled the shirt from its tucked in position, and sliding it off Madara's shoulders. She sat still for a moment, letting her eyes take in the gorgeous view of Madara's toned body. He was still wet from the rain, and the glistened look on his skin from the water, and now the steam, was breathtakingly sexy to her. Seeing him shirtless with his perfectly fitted, dark-wash jeans and a black leather belt, was causing a prickly sensation to run through her nether region. Her eyes moved up to his face, seeing the half-lidded, warm espresso eyes fixed back at her. He was watching her every move, letting her touch him and do whatever she wanted. She folded his shirt over her arm and laid it on top of the vanity, and started removing her own garments. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, noticing that she had casual oversized pajama top and bottoms on, and she didn't think it was very attractive to look at. When she hesitated for a second to pull her shirt over head completely, she felt two hands grab on to her waist gently. She gasped, not expecting the sudden contact. She could hear Madara's breathing as he helped her pull her top off and set it down on top of his own shirt.

She peered at him, meeting his gaze. His cheeks were tinged red, and it wasn't from the hot shower. He pulled her towards him, she could feel the bulge in his pants press up against her. He was turned on by her, and she wasn't even dressed cute or wearing any makeup. Her hair was unkempt, not even in a ponytail…and yet, he was turned on by her, wildly so. She could see his pupils were dilated and his breath was increasing in pace. It was emboldening to her, to know that she had this affect on him. No one else had with him what she had with him, and vice versa. She could feel herself becoming aroused as well, and she longed for him.

She grabbed his face and pulled him down to press her lips against his in an impassioned kiss. Letting her tongue slide past his lips, exploring his mouth, running it along his teeth and dancing with his. Grabbing his hand she placed it on her breast, and he gently squeezed and played with it in his strong grasp. Finding the supple pink nipple, he rolled and plucked at it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped silently as he brought his mouth to the other one, flicking it with his tongue and continuing to pinch and play with the other.

Sakura reached down and placed her hand on his growing erection, rubbing it over the fabric of his jeans, relishing the deep and subtle moan that threatened to escape his throat. She wanted those pants off, and her own as well. He let go of her supple twin peaks as she pulled him into another hot kiss, leading him backwards to the shower. She stopped short and pushed her pajama bottoms down, kicking them off to reveal that she was not wearing any underwear. A husky and deep sound escaped Madara's mouth as he took in the view of her gorgeous and petite body.

Sakura had always felt uncomfortable being naked in front of her past partners, but with Madara it was different. He looked at her with total captivation, total desire, and not one bit of disapproval.

She grabbed his belt and worked the buckle till it opened, and she deftly unbuttoned the jeans, pushing them down along with his boxer-briefs. His erection came into full view, pulsating with need for her. She stepped backwards into the shower, grabbing his hand and leading him in to join her. The hot water enveloped them, running down their bodies in soothing and sensual streams. Pressing herself to his chest, she felt his throbbing erection against her torso. He bent down, kissing her neck and running his tongue along her delicate and hot skin. His black hair, soaked with the water, draped his shoulders with one lock covering his eye. He nipped at her neck playfully while his strong arms held her close to him. Sakura moaned at his touch, her sex becoming wet with anticipation and raw hunger. But she wasn't about to let him take complete control yet.

She placed her lips against his chest, planting small, tantalizing kisses along his perfect skin. Her teeth grazed over his left nipple and he let out a strained, low growl of approval. Moving upward she began kissing his neck, giving extra attention to a singular spot above his collar bone that was particularly sensitive, she had discovered before. His grip on her arms tightened as he closed his eyes, his mind was frozen in this euphoric paradise with her. He let out a gasp and pleasured moan as her hand grasped his throbbing dick. Pumping up and down, Sakura listened for the moans and husky grunts she coaxed from his mouth with every stroke of her hand. She heard a particularly strained noise escape his lips and suddenly she found herself being turned around bent over.

Her noise of surprise was replaced by a gasp of shocking pleasure as she felt two fingers teasing her clit, rolling over her sensitive bud, and sending waves of heat pulsing through nether region and legs. She almost buckled under the feeling, but Madara's other hand shot out and braced her. It was almost becoming too much, as he inserted two fingers into her vagina and began pumping in and out, touching her sensitive spot within. With every pump into her, a gasp left her lips, with a quiet, high pitched noise accenting each one. When Madara removed his fingers completely, she almost protested, feeling she was near a climax. He flipped her back around to face him, and she could see his eyes were burning with desperate desire.

She felt herself being backed up against the shower wall, the cold tiles against her back created a stark contrast to the hot water the ran over the rest of her body, using his strength to lift her up against him, until she was off the ground completely and pressed against his pelvis and torso. She braced her legs on either side of his hips, and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Madara met her eyes with his, and she saw the look of pure desire in them, he was desperate to get started. His hands grasped her ass and lifted her enough to line up his cock with her entrance, testing it a little at first to make sure it was angled right. "You're so beautiful…" he whispered in a deep, low voice.

Sakura moaned loudly as he plunged into her. Her walls stretched to accommodate him, and the tightness of her womanhood around his dick elicited a deep and husky groan from his mouth. She brought her lips to his, absorbing the sound, as he slid out of her a little bit, and plunged back in. She was so tight! He had to control himself from losing it completely before giving her the pleasure she needed herself. He paused for a second to get his bearings, and then began a slow, hard rhythm, his erection slamming in, as gravity helped bring her body down on top of his hard member. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as he began picking up the pace, slamming into her faster and faster. A wave of heat began building intensity within her, and each thrust of Madara's cock was hitting her deepest and most sensitive place.

"Sakura…" Madara gasped, the hot water streaming down his face, as he placed his chin on her shoulder, verging on his own climax. He groaned with every thrust into her hot and wet opening, he had to mentally focus all his energy into resisting the urge to come before she reached her own peak, but she was so tight it was nearing an impossibility. He missed her with everything he had in him. Every sensation he felt touching her, every sound she made, he loved it. He loved everything about her, more than his job, more than anything and anyone. It was like within his heart, she sat upon a throne, and for the first time in his life, he felt an emotion unlike anything he had felt before for another person.

"M-Madara!" She gasped loudly, the sudden surge of her orgasm reaching his ears, her walls tightening around his throbbing cock as the euphoric shockwave shot through her body. Madara winced as he pounded her harder, his muscles began tensing around his groin as he felt his body reaching its breaking point. He groaned loudly, her name stumbling from his lips as he spilled his seed inside her, his member pulsing with erotic pleasure as he filled her completely, each twitch of his dick causing him to moan slightly as his orgasm came in waves. Sakura collapsed against his body, his slick skin was hot. His sweat mixed with the water, and he felt his legs becoming weak as the waves of his orgasm receded. He lowered Sakura down, letting her feet touch the shower floor, and held her in a warm embrace. He was still panting slightly, though not as much as before. Sakura wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled his neck. "I missed this…" she said lovingly.

"Not as much as me." He chided, chuckling as he held her in his arms. "Let's get dressed…the shower's getting too hot for me."

They got out of the shower and dried off with their towels, Sakura put on a different pair of pajamas, (Madara had to borrow a pair of men's pajama bottoms and a men's white t-shirt from Sakura. When he asked her why she had men's clothes so readily available from her closet, she wouldn't say. She didn't want to tell him they were from a past relationship with someone who had the same body type and size as Madara did.) Thankfully, Madara was too tired to inquire further, and just accepted the clothes as is.

After brushing her hair, she laid down on her bed, and invited Madara to join her. "Its a full size but it should be big enough for us both. Unless you have to go home?"

Madara smiled and sat down on the bed next to her, "I don't have anywhere to be tonight. Tomorrow I do, but I'll stay here with you, if you'd like." He leaned over and kissed her affectionately before shifting to lie down next to her. He noticed that her bed smelled heavenly, like lavender and chamomile. How does she do that?

She nuzzled up against him, resting her head in the crook of his arm.

"Where do you have to go tomorrow?" she asked lazily.

Madara didn't answer right away, so she looked up at his face, noticing a bit of sadness cross his eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

Madara shifted uncomfortably, "I…have to go visit someone tomorrow."

"Oh who?" She asked, sitting up.

"My brother, Izuna, its his birthday tomorrow."

Sakura's eyes widened slightly with realization. He means a cemetery. Before she could catch herself, the words came out of her mouth, "Would you like me to go with you?" she clamped her mouth shut, and closed her eyes, waiting for the rejection, but it didn't come. Instead she felt Madara's arm tighten around her body, holding her close, she opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her. "If you want to. I don't see why I should keep you out of things at this point."

She felt a wave of happiness enclose around her. Not for the circumstances, because the circumstance about was going to visit his dead brother's grave, which will obviously be a rough day for him. No, it was that he was accepting her into his world, without guard. If she could have phrased it, she would have. But all she knew was that her heart felt full, and closer to him than ever before. "Would you like to finish the movie I was watching?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Which one?"

"Avengers Endgame"

"I haven't seen it yet. Can we watch it from the beginning?"

Sakura scoffed at his statement, "You haven't seen it yet? It's been out for a while!"

Madara shrugged, "Well, I work a lot. Its not like I wasn't ever going to see it."

She got up from her position next to him and ran into the living room, grabbing her laptop from the coffee table and running back in. "Well, then, that's what we're doing tonight!"

She opened the laptop, and Madara noticed that the screen background was of a Destiny 2 guardian, a female Hunter. "Is this your guardian?"

She nodded and he smiled. "She's hot." Sakura slapped his arm playfully and opened the app for the blu-ray player. The movie was on the title screen and before she hit play, Madara leaned over and kissed her neck gently. "You smell nice…" he said quietly.

"I know, but its going to take more than that to distract me from this movie." She replied, feigning disinterest, but with a smile on her face. Madara chuckled and leaned back against the wall. "Yes, well, can't blame me for trying.."