- i do not own any of Naruto.
- this chapter is the longest i've ever written for a non-oneshot fic (7k... oops). it's also the fastest, as i've recently discovered that i'm somehow much faster at typing on my phone than i am on my laptop. so i hope you guys enjoy this beast of a chapter, including our first obisaku smut scene :')

A week passes by quickly.

After fleeing Naruto's apartment before the blonde had even awoken, the remainder of the weekend had been spent with an increasing sense of regret, mixed with the guilt that gnawed Sakura's insides every time she ignored one of Ino's phone calls. She'd nursed the injury on her cheek, but no amount of concealer had been able to hide the cut that Tsunade had glared at—but hadn't commented on, to the pinkette's surprise—when Sakura had dragged herself to work the following Monday morning.

Bumping into Ino and Hinata had been unavoidable, and much to Sakura's bewilderment, the blonde had no recollection of their night out.

'Oi Forehead, I called you, like, a billion times yesterday—why didn't you pick up? Also, what the hell did we drink the other night? My head is still killing me and I don't even remember going home, but I swear we only had one drink—wait, are you wearing makeup?'

After Tsunade had chastised the pair for chattering—'Yamanaka, I don't pay you to gossip, get back to work'—Sakura had sat in her office, stumped.

Had Obito drugged her friends? Or his friend—his name beginning with an 'M', she thinks (she'd exclaimed the name Madara when she'd remembered a few days later). Had they slipped something into her friends' drinks? And if so, how hadn't she noticed? Maybe she'd been drugged too—maybe that was the real reasoning behind her passing out under the table. The more she thought about it, the more questions were left unanswered, and her temper had steadily risen as the days passed.

She could have easily asked Obito if he had indeed drugged her and her friends that night. Except, she had spent the entirety of Sunday evening promising herself that she would no longer be involved with anyone bearing the Uchiha name (not forgetting to include the occupant of number 34). And when she'd angrily huffed after spying a certain silver haired man standing outside of her apartment door through the peephole, she'd turned up the volume on her television until he'd taken the hint and given up knocking.

Her purse is still missing, and every trip to work had been accompanied by numerous glances over her shoulder. Paranoia has her frantically checking the local paper for any news of the attack every chance that she gets. But by Friday evening, she is bewildered by the lack of report. It's almost as if the incident had never occurred in the first place.

The only thing that is reported, is a car theft, and a mugging just a few streets away from her workplace, and her first thought is to presume that Obito was behind both incidents. She pretends that she doesn't feel a tad guilty afterwards.

To her relief, the cut on her cheek has started to close in on itself, and the swelling on her crown has almost disappeared. When she wakes on Saturday morning, an entire week later, the lump has diminished in size and the cut on her cheek is no longer bearing red hot. Its scab is almost healed over and the bruise is a healthy yellow, one that she hopes will disappear by the end of the weekend.

She's examining said bruise in the bathroom mirror when someone knocks.

She hesitates, debating upon ignoring the culprit, but they continue to knock until it grates on her nerves. She stomps over to the door, throwing it open so suddenly that it earns her an impressively high pitched yelp, and her brows immediately furrow.

Bearing a sheepish smile, and a large tub of ice cream, stands Naruto.

Sakura knows that last week's events weren't his fault—hell, he'd allowed her to sleep against his shoulder for most of that night, and had even warded off a very irate and blood soaked Obito when he'd practically kicked his apartment door in—but she can't hide the look of irritation that the blonde obviously sees as his smile deflates before her eyes.

Guilt churns at her stomach and Sakura expels a heavy sigh. She steps to the side, allowing the blonde to shuffle inside, leaning out of the door to glance down the hallway before she locks the door shut behind him. When she enters the living room, Naruto has already kicked off his trainers and is making himself at home, opening the tub of ice cream with ease. Sakura reluctantly retrieves two spoons from the cutlery drawer in the kitchen, before joining him on the settee. The first few mouthfuls of ice cream are swallowed in silence, and Sakura purposely avoids the azure coloured eyes that glance at her. Eventually, the chocolate flavour is enough to make her feel a little nauseous, and she licks her spoon clean before dumping it onto a coaster on the coffee table.

'I know how it feels,' Naruto breaks the silence, voice muffled by a mouthful of the dessert. Sakura's eyes flit towards his, surprised. Naruto isn't looking at her, his gaze faraway as he stares at nothing in particular. The spoon gripped in his hand, he hums, 'I had the same trouble when I met Sasuke.'

Sakura watches him shovel another mouthful, swallowing it down whole.

'I thought he was cheating on me—that's how I found out about them,' he doesn't have to elaborate on who, 'I followed him. Was gonna catch him in the act and beat the shit out of him if he tried denying it.' He scoffs a laugh, 'ended up walking in on him beating the shit out of someone else... there was blood everywhere, I really thought that fucker was dead.' His spare hand scratches at a gnarly looking scar on the back of his hand, 'dunno how he did, but the bastard managed to get up and stabbed me straight through my hand. That's when Sasuke killed him... kinda knew it was real love, then.'

Sakura stares, unsure of how to respond.

Naruto's smile is soft as he looks at her, 'it was hard, though. Had me scared shitless for weeks 'cause I thought I was gonna get caught for being a witness to murder... I even threatened to leave him a few times too... never got too far, though.' He swallows another three mouthfuls before grimacing, 's'kinda making me feel sick now.'

Sakura gets up to place the ice cream inside the fridge-freezer, discarding the spoons into the sink. Sitting back down, she grabs a cushion and rests it against her chest, leaning on her side to face him.

Naruto mimics her, sprawling his legs across the length of the settee. Sakura doesn't complain when he rests his feet in her lap. He wriggles his toes inside his socks, right arm stretching up to rest beneath his neck. He eyes Sakura with a knowing, but sympathetic, smile. 'You're safe with them, ya know?'

Sea-green eyes narrow, 'I don't think—'

'Trust me,' Naruto interrupts, still smiling, 'it took me ages to realise—I had to learn the hard way—you may be scared or pissed, or whatever else you're feeling right now—but trust me when I say you're a lot safer than you think.'

Sakura grimaces, 'safe or not; I have a job. A job that I worked very hard for. I can't throw that away... I can't be involved with this. I've already broken so many rules by not recording down out of hours treatment... I also refuse to risk the safety of my friends again. Last week should never have happened.' She sighs, picking at a loose thread on the corner of the cushion. 'It's better I stay away from people like them.'

'That fight at the bar was planned for weeks,' Naruto blurts.

'What?'

The blonde's tanned cheeks take on a reddish hue. 'Kashi-sama and Obito had it planned—they were supposed to infiltrate this small time gang for some drug money they owed from a while back. But then it all kinda went to shit 'cause you and your mates turned up. That's why they had to use the ketamine, and then—'

'Stop!' Sakura lunges forward to slap a hand over his mouth, silencing him. She almost looks tearful and Naruto stares at her with wide eyes. 'Stop telling me,' she mutters, expression twisted into one of pain as she adds, 'please.'

Her hand only slips from his mouth when he nods, an apology spilling from out, rushed, but genuine.

'It's fine,' Sakura says, even though the new knowledge has left her feeling far from fine.

So she had been right.

They had been drugged. And with ketamine, no less. Now, Ino's sudden memory loss makes a lot of sense.

The realisation forces bile to the back of her throat, and before Naruto can react, she's running to the bathroom, throwing open the toilet lid and—

A hand strokes across her back, comforting, the other gently tugging her hair from her face. Her stomach lurches again and she heaves into the bowl.

'I'm sorry,' Naruto's voice is guilt-ridden. Sakura spits into the ceramic, stomach aching. She groans, acid burning the top of her tongue and clinging to the roof of her mouth. Head swimming, she manages to sit after a few seconds, and once she deems it safe, she allows Naruto to help her to her feet. He leans against the doorframe as he watches her brush her teeth, swilling her gums and cheeks with mouthwash. She spits into the sink, eyes tear-filled as she rinses her toothbrush with water.

There's a pause, and then Naruto is apologising again, following Sakura back into the living room. She waves it off, telling him that she would prefer to change the subject. He pauses by the settee, head tilting as he regards her with a hum, 'I can see why they like you, though. You have a good heart, I can tell.'

Pretending that she's not currently seething with betrayal, her brows pull together, 'they?'

Naruto grins, 'yeah, Obito and him,' he tilts his head towards the wall where her apartment joins number 34. 'They talk about you a lot.'

Sakura doesn't want to know the reason behind that revelation, already angered by the mentioning of the Uchiha's name. She scowls, retort on the tip of her tongue as she's lowering herself back into her seat, when the doorbell rings for the second time that morning.

Both her and Naruto share a look.

The blonde shrugs in response to her unspoken question, eyes flickering towards the door. Sakura hesitates before straightening her spine and marching over to the door. Forgetting to check the peephole, she clicks the lock and hurriedly tugs the door open.

Only to slam it shut straight away.

'Who—?' Naruto starts to ask, bewildered by her reaction.

Sakura faces him, pressing a finger to her lips in order to silence him. He takes the hint, sitting on the arm of the settee, arms folding over his chest.

'Pinky,' the muffled voice is easily identifiable by the ridiculous nickname and Sakura glances over her shoulder to stare scornfully at the door.

There's another tap at the door, quieter this time.

'Sakura, come on,' Obito all but begs from the other side of the door. He honestly sounds pitiful, and from the brief look Sakura got of him, she isn't surprised. That split eyebrow looks like it's healing horribly.

Good, she thinks spitefully, only to take it back almost straight away. It really does look painful.

'Do you want me to—?' Naruto straightens up, takes a step towards the door, pointing at it.

'Don't you dare,' Sakura hisses at him. The blonde instantly freezes, hands raising in a defensive manner.

'Sakura,' Obito's voice is louder now. 'I just want to talk... hear me out, will you?'

There's a small thump as her back connects with the door. She slides down until she's sat on the floor, elbows resting against her knees. Her hands press to her eyes in an attempt to force herself not to cry. It doesn't work. And she jumps when she feels Naruto's fingers burying into the tresses of her hair, pulling her forwards until her temple presses against his collarbone. He remains crouched before her, arms curling around her shoulders and pulling her close. She inhales, body shuddering as she quietly cries against his chest. She doesn't make a sound, but the force of her body wracking against his is enough to make Naruto frown. His embrace tightens and Sakura feels her nose struggle to draw in air as it begins to bung up with snot. She sniffles, attempting to wipe her eyes dry. Naruto uses the hem of his own t-shirt to wipe her face clean. Sakura doesn't express her gratitude verbally, but he sees it when she forces a wobbly smile in his direction.

'I'm sorry,' Obito's low voice make the pair jump. His voice sounds as if it's coming from right under the door, and Sakura suspects he's also sat on the ground. He sounds mournful as he repeats, 'I'm sorry, doll.'

Sakura's bottom lip trembles.

There's a long pause, and they listen to Obito heaving a deep sigh, followed by the shuffling of him getting to his feet. He evidently hesitates, but his footsteps gradually disappear, cut off by the sound of the entrance door slamming shut. Sakura briefly wonders why he didn't go into the apartment next door, before reminding herself that she shouldn't, couldn't and doesn't care.

She ignores the tiny voice that tells her that she's only lying to herself.

Naruto stays for a short while longer before he departs with the promise to return to finish off the ice cream. Sakura apologises for ruining his shirt with her tears and he shrugs it off with a wide grin. 'There's worse stuff I could have on it,' he tells her. She doesn't dare to asking him to elaborate. As he steps over the doorway, he looks at her and his smile is softer now, 'he'd never hurt you, you know.'

And before she can think of a reply, he's gone, following Obito's footsteps out of the entrance door. She watches it swing shut behind him before she retreats inside the apartment, triple checking the door is locked shut.

When she lays in bed later that night, thinks about what Naruto had said, and despite herself, a small part of her desperately hopes he's right.

๑

It is on Wednesday when she sees Obito again. She's sat at her desk, upholding her very poor job at not thinking about him. Every free moment she has, her thoughts seem to drift towards how pitiful he'd sounded when he'd come to her door the other day. She also thinks of Naruto's promise—he'd never hurt you—and despised the fact that she so easily trusts his words. She also refuses to admit that hearing that dreaded nickname has been missed.

And when she's not thinking of him, she's doing her best to avoid looking either Ino or Hinata in the eye.

'Seriously, Forehead. What's with you? You've refused lunch for three days now, and to be honest, you kinda look like shit—'

'Yamanaka! The next time I have to tell you to get back to work, you're fired.'

It's been hard work to ignore her increasing guilt, but Hinata has been less overbearing, the raven haired woman eyeing Sakura with a polite smile that is stained with concerned whenever they bump onto each other in the hallway. For the most part, Sakura has somehow managed to uphold the lame excuse of being busy, purposely ignoring her senior's suspicion-filled glares whenever she catches Sakura rushing into work every morning.

Today is a slow day, unfortunately.

She addresses each patient with as much enthusiasm as she can muster, and she almost believes that she's doing a good job of it. Until her last patient of the day is kind enough to point out just how tired she looks. Sakura accompanies him to the reception area, teeth gritted with a forced smile. She asks Hinata to book him in for a follow up appointment, sending the man on his way without so much as a goodbye. She pretends that she doesn't see Hinata's small frown following her until she disappears out of the Hyuuga's eye-line.

Back in her office, she slumps into her chair, exhausted. Index fingers pressing to her eyes, she rubs them hard enough that she has to blink black dots from her vision. It's when she's packing her bag, ready to make the journey back home, when there is a knock at her door. Glancing up, she sees Hinata's head poke in through the gap.

'Ah, Sakura,' she says softly, her expression almost apologetic. Sakura sighs, already expecting the news of an emergency patient. 'Tsunade-sama asked me to send in a last minute booking... I know it's almost closing, but Ino has already gone home, and—'

'Send them in,' Sakura huffs, trying her best to hide her irritation. She doesn't await Hinata's reply, already turning away to dump her bag back down onto the floor. She's running her fingers through her hair when she hears the door open again, before it clicks shut. 'Take a seat,' she mumbles without turning around. She listens to heavy footsteps crossing the room, before hearing the tell-tale sound of someone sitting down on the cot. Unbuttoning her doctor's jacket—because she really can't wait to take it off and finally go home—she turns to face her patient. 'What can I—?'

Sea-green clashes with obsidian.

Neither of them speak for a long time, not wanting to be the first to break the tense silence. He eyes her with an unreadable expression, dark orbs flitting across her entire form, his stare heating the tips of her ears. She takes the time to look at him too. Automatically, her gaze darts to the wound above his left eye, barely concealing her grimace when she sees the enflamed skin; a clear sign of infection. His tall frame is slouched as he sits on top of the cot, holding his posture in a way that strongly suggests he has another wound hidden somewhere underneath his shirt. She looks down to his hands, making note of how his knuckles have now scabbed over. His leg seems to have improved, she guesses by the way he's positioned, resting his foot against the ground with ease. A good few minutes have passed by the time her gaze returns to his. He's already watching her face, eyes endlessly dark. It frustrates her that she's unable to read his expression, however, his aura is eerily calm, and that only increases her unease. Seeing him is both infuriating and relieving at the same time, and it confuses her.

It is the motion of the door swinging open that interrupts the moment. Tsunade steps into the office, acknowledging Obito with a terse nod. Sakura is bewildered to notice how his body has taken on a rigidity that reflects in his gaze as it snaps to Tsunade. The blonde either ignores, or doesn't notice, slapping a file onto Sakura's desk.

'New patient file,' she informs, leaving no room to protest, 'he'll be in first thing tomorrow.' She pauses, looking over Sakura's form. The pinkette doesn't have to look in a mirror that she looks as bad as she feels. And it seems her senior thinks the same, nose turning up. But she doesn't comment, much to Sakura's relief. Instead, Tsunade takes a step towards the door, fingers curling around the handle. She glances from Obito, to Sakura, and back again, 'I was going to ask you to lock up, but you look like you need—'

'I can lock up,' Sakura interrupts, 'I have a spare key.'

Tsunade uncharacteristically hesitates. 'Are you sure?'

A nod and a pointed look, 'this won't take long,' she assures her senior. 'I'll see you in the morning.'

It takes a few more moments for Tsunade to give in, although evidently wary of Obito's presence. She makes a promise to see Sakura in the morning, already barking at poor Hinata, who had obviously been waiting for her, 'c'mon Hyuuga, let's get a drink.'

They listen to the fading footsteps and to Hinata's rushed protest, 'but Tsunade-sama, it's only Wednesday—' Her voice is cut off by the entrance door slamming shut behind her.

Sakura heaves a sigh, nervously running her fingers through her hair once more.

'Sakura,' Obito breaks the silence first. She frowns at his addressing her by her actual name. He shifts on the cot, and she prays that he remains sitting, as she doesn't feel that she'll be able to fight him off if he aims to hurt her. She turns towards the cabinet, grabbing a fresh pair of latex gloves, snapping them over her hands before she removes the first aid box from its space on the third shelf. 'Sakura—' He tries again, not missing the way she flinches at his voice.

'I have to treat your wounds,' she hopes her expression remains one of professional stoicism. Her feet feel heavy as she makes her way towards him, placing the medical kit beside him. 'Trousers,' she orders, making a show of looking away to give him a sense of privacy. She wills away the blush that threatens to singe the curves of her cheeks, breath hitching when she hears the buckle of his belt thumping against the floor. Once she deems it safe to turn around, she does so, pointedly avoiding his eyes as she gets to work.

The older wound is finally close to healing, the scabbing formed perfectly around the stitching that has now begun to fall out in places. She pokes around it with a gentle finger, pleased that he doesn't seem affected. To be safe, she gives it a clean, deciding that a gauze isn't needed. To her chagrin, her breath pauses when she reluctantly asks him if he has any other wounds. He appears to notice that she's stalling the inevitable examination of the infection above his left eye, but doesn't call her out on it. Instead, he guides her to the minor stab wounds he'd discovered after a trip to the gym with Gai, who had then proceeded to shriek about it in front of everyone. Obito had thrown his shirt back on, cussing under his breath.

She makes quick work of cleaning those wounds too, the deepest one receiving a stitch, that she covers with a small gauze. She tries to not let her gaze linger over the muscles that move under his skin when she instructs him to sit up straight. But nonetheless, she stares at the burn scars that seem to envelop the entirety of the right side of his body. And then, before she can stop herself, her fingers are brushing against the marred, yet surprisingly soft skin. Obito's breathing seems to still, his spine straightens, now rigid as he sits before her.

Frowning, Sakura's palm flattens against the span of his back, his skin hot to her touch. She's unsure if that's his natural body temperature, or if he's blushing. But then she sees the reddened tips of his ears and her frown deepens. She removes her hand, taking a step back.

Behind him, she swallows down the thick lump that has formed at the back of her throat. It takes several seconds for her to round the cot, standing before him.

She doesn't notice the twitching of his hands, already preparing cotton wool and a bottle of saline wash. Ensuring that she moves as gently as possible, she presses the cotton wool to his left eye. Grabbing his hand and guiding it to hold the cotton in place, she grabs the saline in one hand, an antiseptic wipe in the other. Cleaning out the dried blood, and the thin layer of pus that has formed underneath the crackled scabbing, she uses the saline to flush out the infected areas. It wets his skin, and runs down her hand, but she doesn't blink twice, already wiping his skin dry with a spare piece of cotton.

He sits, silent, appearing to appreciate her attentions.

His uncovered eye is unblinking as he watches her every move. She feels his gaze wandering across each feature of her face—did he—? Did he just lick his lips? Her hand pauses. The corner of his mouth tilts upwards. Against her will, her cheeks enflame. She feels him lean a little closer and she almost drops the butterfly stitch that she's attempting to stick in place. Feeling stupid, she works as fast as she can possibly move, hands shaking when she sticks the third stitch in place before wiping it clean one last time. Quickly, she throws away the soiled cotton and antiseptic wipes, and the latex gloves, all into the bin. In her haste, she also accidentally throws away the bottle of saline, but she's too mortified by her mistake to retrieve in whilst Obito still sits before her. She packs the rest of the kit away, locking the box shut.

When she finally takes a step back, standing just out of his reach, she feels as if she can breathe properly, her chest deflating as she exhales.

She turns to put the box away, not noticing Obito's hand that shoots out and grabs a hold of her wrist. Startled, she yelps loudly, and the first aid kit tumbles to the floor. Obito's grip tightens, steadying her, but his action only fills her with unease. Wrenching her wrist free, she cradles it to her chest, eyeing him warily.

Defeated, Obito's hand falls to his side. Brows furrowing, he asks, 'are you scared of me?'

Anger brims to the surface of her skin, and Sakura jabs her index finger in his face as she spits, 'you drugged us.'

He bristles.

His lack of denial hurts more than she wants to admit.

'Technically,' he drawls, 'we drugged your friends—you were left out of it—and it was Madara, not me.'

She doesn't care, she wants to say, but instead, she asks, 'what'd you mean 'left out of it'?' Her arms crossed over her chest.

He shrugs. 'It was the safest way to move them without compromising them. Madara did you a favour.'

Agitated, Sakura scoffs at him, 'you actually believe that?' She blinks away the tears that threaten to fall. 'I left my purse behind in that bar, with my keys, my phone and my wallet—I had to borrow my own spare key from under the mat to get into my home the next day, and I've spent the past week and a half looking over my shoulder in case the police decide to show up. I spent most of last week panicking because I thought I was going to lose my job and then I lost your knife, so I thought I'd got you into trouble too, not that you don't deserve it because honestly, I think you're insane. And the —what—? What the hell do you think you're doing!?'

Obito brandishes his knife, having bent over to tug it from the back pocket of his jeans. He eyes her, tone cautious as he says, 'the police won't be comin' for you. It's all been covered.' He acts as if he doesn't see her flinching when he twiddles the knife between his fingers, 'and as you can see... Rin isn't lost.'

Sakura blinks once, twice. '...You named your knife?'

He hums, eyeing the weapon with a wry smile. 'Mhm... she's very good at stabbing people in the back.'

Somehow, she feels as if he's not talking about the blade, noting the faraway look in his eyes. And then he blinks it away, flicking the blade shut and letting it drop to land on the pile of clothes by his feet. Suddenly, Sakura realises that he's only dressed in his boxers and a pair of socks. Clearing her throat, she tears her gaze away.

'I still don't have my purse... and you still owe my friends an apology.'

Obito glares, 'your friends were lucky that Madara was feeling nice that night. He could have easily left them to die.'

His stoic expression is genuine and the corners of Sakura's mouth turns downwards.

'Drugging them probably wasn't the best way, no,' Obito admits, eyes softening at the sorrowful look on the pinkette's face. 'But it was the fastest. A few minutes later and your friends would have died that night.' He reaches to run his fingers through his hair, pulling at the short tresses, 'as for your purse, you could've just gone back for it, you know?'

Perplexed, Sakura frowns.

Obito chuckles, sensing her confusion. 'Place is empty now. No one would've noticed you goin' in.'

'That's breaking and entering, Obito.'

'Nothing wrong with that.'

'It's literally illegal.'

'So? I do it all the time.'

He barks out a laugh at her scowl.

There's a moment of silence.

'I still despise you for drugging my friends.'

'...I know.'

'And for knocking me out. Literally.'

'I know.'

'I honestly wish... I don't know... I-I can't be around you... any of you.' A pause. 'I could lose my job... my job is everything to me. I worked really hard and—'

His hands reach out to take a hold of hers. Their fingers entwined, he rubs the back of her hand with his thumb, his skin warm against hers. 'I know, doll.'

Her face falls, facade crumbling. He watches the liquid forming in the corners of her eyes, despite the fact that she hurriedly tries to blink the tears away.

She squeezes his fingers gently, and her eyes meet his. 'I am glad you're okay, though,' she says, tone nothing but sincere.

Obito manages a small smile.

There's a brief pause.

It's unclear of who moves first, but in one moment, she's desperately trying not to cry, and in the next, they're kissing. They connect with a clash of uneven breaths, unfamiliar tongues battling to find their place, tasting new territory. His hands leave hers, arms circling around her waist until he's pulling, her weight suddenly settled on his lap. Perched upon him, her thighs encase his, her hands scrambling to find purchase on his shoulders. Her tongue traces his top lip, tickling along his Cupid's bow, darting into his mouth to circle against his own. He groans at the sensation, his left hand coming to grip at her thigh, pulling her flush against him. Her fingers scrape across the base of his skull and he breaks their kiss to release a gut wrenching groan.

'Fuck,' his arms tighten around her waist. His breath pants across her cheek, warm and enticing. He presses his lips to hers again, kissing her until her head spins. She shivers when his fingers dance across her thigh, answering her desperate mewl with a breathless moan of his own.

It's when she feels his arousal throbbing against her thigh, when she stills. Immediately sensing her hesitation, Obito freezes, lips parting from hers.

He leans back just enough to see her face clearly, chest tightly constricting at the sight of her flushed cheeks and lust-hazed orbs. But despite her thighs clamped tightly around his, he'd be blind to not see the panic slowly etching itself onto her face. He tucks a loose strand behind her ear. 'What's wrong?'

Sakura grimaces, 'I-I can't... we can't—we shouldn't be doing this.' She curses herself for getting herself into this situation yet again. 'If my boss found out—'

'Then don't tell her?' Obito looks at her as if the solution is obvious. Which, she supposes it is. But just days ago, she'd vowed to stay away from all Uchiha. Particularly the one she's currently straddling upon the cot in her office. It appears that promise has been thrown out of the window. 'No one's gotta know,' he promises her, hands gently stroking along either side of her rib cage, tickling.

His words strike a nerve.

No one has to know.

Swallowing, she averts her eyes from his, 'that's what K—'

Obito's expression sours, 'don't say his name.'

Sakura doesn't dare ask for the reason why, her brows pinching together, dumbfounded by his reaction. She'd assumed they were best friends; had she been wrong?

'Is everything okay?'

'It's fine,' Obito bites out, eyes flickering down towards where he knows his blade sits on the ground. 'I just don't want to talk about... don't compare me to him. Please.'

There's something so desperate and raw in his expression that it makes Sakura's entire form relax against him. She surveys the vulnerability that bites his bottom lip, that flicks his gaze from hers, that has his body stiffening beneath hers. She's taken aback. In the short time she's known him, she'd never taken Obito for someone who battled with something as trivial as insecurities.

Whether it is actually caused by Kakashi directly (which, judging by Obito's reaction to the silver haired man being mentioned, she guesses is the case) or if it's something he generally deals with, Sakura can't say for sure. But whatever the reason, it's obvious it affects him both mentally and physically.

'Just... aha,' his laugh is humourless, head thrown back as his eyes close. He's frowning again and Sakura wants to use her thumb to smooth out the wrinkle between his brows. 'Just... for one night... let it be me, hm?' His eyes are blinking open to watch her again, the dark irises seeming to draw her right into the palm of his hand. 'Think you can want me enough for one night?'

All earlier doubts she had, promptly disappear at the sight of the ghost of the pained smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.

She immediately kisses it away.

It takes him a few seconds to reciprocate, hesitating just enough to give her time to change her mind.

She knows that she's going back on her promise, one that she should probably stick with. But she can't help it.

This is different to how it had felt with Kakashi, she can't help but notice. The occupant of number 34 had made it very obvious that sex would only occur between them as an exchange for medical help. And whilst she is in no way obligated to remain loyal to a man she barely knows, she briefly wonders if that deal will be cancelled upon her currently making out with Obito in the middle of her workspace.

With Obito, however, this feels much more natural. She may not have known him for much longer than his silver haired friend, but tonight isn't about an exchange.

He wants her, she dares to think, just for the sake of wanting her, his teeth nipping their way down her collarbone. His tongue is quick to soothe the abused skin, just before he kisses and sucks his mark into her skin. This elicits a breathless moan, followed by a shudder when he pushes her jacket from her shoulders, allowing the fabric to billow to the ground. Her top is next, thrown over her shoulder quickly, mouths finding each other as Obito's fingers fumble to tug her leggings down her legs.

'Fucking—stupid fucking things,' he cusses when he can't get them past her knees. Sakura giggles, sliding from his lap to stand on wobbly legs. She steps out of her shoes, the leggings joining the pile on the floor, and he takes the opportunity to kick his boxers down his legs and onto the floor. Erection stiff against his abdomen, he reaches to slowly palm the shaft, eyes heavily lidded, glued to the pinkette who is shyly shimmying out of her bra and underwear. He groans at the sight of the slight curve of her breasts, following the gentle slopes of her hips, down between her legs, where he spots the tiny patch of neatly trimmed rose-coloured pubic hair. His cock twitches and Sakura's eyes immediately dart to pay him the same attentions, and Obito actually feels his cheeks heat under her stare. He bites his bottom lip when he notices the subtle rubbing of her thighs and he instantly reaches for her, 'c'mere.'

She nears him, but before he can pull her onto his lap, she kneels. He sits up a little straighter, breath hitching when he feels her hands sliding up the inside of his thighs. She nudges them apart and Obito can't stop his cock from twitching again at the sensation of her fingers brushing against his hips. He swallows thickly, her small hand coming to wrap around the base, tugging cautiously. Experimenting, she repeats this, and then her wrist suddenly twists and Obito's hips jerk upwards. He grunts, fists clenching into the thin blanket laid out over the cot below him.

And then her mouth envelops his erection, sucking him in and expelling him with a saliva induced slurp. The sound makes his toes curl and his abdomen clenches in an attempt to stop himself from thrusting. She swallows as much of him as she can, humming around his length when his fingers come to tangle between the tresses of her hair. One particular hard suck forces a sharp cry from his lips, her throat relaxing enough to slide him in a little further. Through gritted teeth, he moans her name, his head tilted to the side as he battles to keep his eyes open enough to watch her every move. He slips from between her lips and she chokes in a lungful of air, mouth slick with saliva. When she swallows him down the next time, her eyes water, thick black curls tickling the tip of her nose. She guzzles around him, and Obito swears he hears himself sob out loud. Her head moves so tantalisingly slow that he groans and she feels his cock twitch against the roof of her mouth.

'That's it—fuck, a-ah, hngh, fuck—that's it, baby,' he praises, voice strained with arousal. 'You're so good—god, fuckin' hell—so good... so so good for me, Sakura.'

She moans in response, thighs pressed tightly together at the sound of his voice. And when she cups his balls, gently squeezing, he cries out her name again, and it travels all the way straight down to her throbbing clit. She moans around the tip of his cock, tongue swiping against the underside, to tease the bundle of nerves. This earns her a loud yelp of surprise, followed by a groaned curse. His hips roll upwards and Sakura sucks everything he gives. He thrusts gently, as to ensure he doesn't choke her, and when he starts to feel the familiar coil beginning to unravel, he abruptly reels back, cock falling from her swollen lips. He's panting as he tugs her onto his lap, barely able to catch his breath before she's pressing her mouth to his throat, licking, biting and sucking.

Dazed by her attentions, his fingers clumsily find their way between her legs. Another groan is drawn from deep within his chest, 'so wet... all for me,' his chuckle is breathless. When his fingers circle her clit, it is her turn to cry out against the rapid pulse in his neck.

'All... for you,' she trembles against him, pressing harder into the palm of his hand. Her words make his stomach twist with a familiar feeling and he hides the heat of his cheeks by nuzzling the crook of her neck. She runs against his hand, urging his fingers to move faster and faster and faster, right until—

Her orgasm is so sudden, so powerful, Obito doesn't expect it at all when she suddenly shudders against him, his name bursting past her lips in a needy whine. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders and he pulls her closer, grinds his cock against the slick between her thighs. She keens, fingers grasping his hair as she jerks his head back far enough for her to crush her mouth to his. Their kiss is sloppy, and he can taste his own musk on the roof of her mouth, exhaling a low groan through his nostrils. She responds by rolling her hips against his, and his fingers come to grasp her thighs. And then he's lifting her up just enough that he can reach—

They both exhale as his girth sinks into her heat. Obito almost chokes at how snug he fits inside, her inner walls sucking his cock in further, all the way until he bottoms out. It takes her several seconds to relax against him, but for Obito, he's struggling. She's so warm and wet and hot and her nipples are brushing against his chest, his sack pressed taut against her backside. His lips are kissing along her collarbones in an attempt to distract himself, because he honestly doesn't think he's going to last much longer.

He chokes on his own breath when she begins to rock against him, eyes squeezing shut as he hugs her closer, arms curled around her waist. A hand braces against the small of her back and he shifts his legs until the heels of his feet are digging into the thin mattress. And then, he thrusts into her once, twice, gradually building up to such a pace that the room is quick to fill with the thickening scent of their arousal. At some point, they shift until Obito is lying on his back, Sakura curled over him, her lips sucking at his neck once more.

'Gods, baby,' he grunts, hips jerking faster, the slick sound of skin connecting with skin echoing off the walls. The sound makes his cock throb inside her, Obito moaning as he revels in the feeling of her pussy clenching around him as she nears her second peak. 'You close?' He asks, even though he already knows the answer. She mewls his name into the crook of his neck, crying out in bliss when he grips her hips and grinds her down, hard. 'F-Fuck,' he stutters, the familiar building up of his own orgasm announcing its close arrival by a twinge in his groin. 'I'm gonna cum, baby,' he whispers in her ear, grunting when he feels her trying to match his thrusts with her own. 'That's it baby... m'gonna fill you with my cum... I bet you'd like that—hngh, fuck yeah—wouldn't you? Tell me... tell me where you want my—mmph!'

She kisses him, hard.

Hips grinding against Obito's, she can already feel the mess they've made, and it clings to her thighs, dripping down the curve of his ball-sack. It's sticky and it's warm and she doesn't think she's ever been so turned on by the sound of such a filthy act. Yet, when her lips part from Obito's, she breathes his name and asks him to fill her with his seed. His response is a guttural growl and the increased pace of his hips snapping against her own. It doesn't take long for her to come undone, his eyes glued to her face as she screams out his name, her entire body flushed as her orgasm racks through her. He soon follows, crying out as he milks into her, his hips jerking one last time before he collapses. Sakura slumps, her body blissfully limp on top of his.

Tiredly, he traces the curve of her spine with his fingers, tugging on the ends of her hair. He murmurs her name and she lifts her head to peer at him.

The soft smile that graces his lips is enough to force her breath to hitch in the back of her throat. She allows him to kiss her gently, and when he asks if he can stay with her tonight, she surprises both herself and him when she doesn't hesitate to say yes.

And when they finally gather the energy to dress each other and make the journey back to Sakura's apartment, neither seem to notice the pair of eyes that watches them from the shadows.