Chapter 8

"That's a big bag," he commented teasingly, lips curling.

Blushing slightly, Sakura ducked her head to hide it, busying herself with tossing the overnight bag onto his backseat. Ino always went overboard with packing bags, but on several occasions, that tendency had come in handy so she'd long since learned not to tease the blonde about it.

"Better safe than sorry," Sakura repeated the blonde's words. Then, explaining why there was so much as she sat in the front once more, she told him, "I asked Ino to pack a few things for me, including my uniform. She tends to pack extra of everything."

Nerves were bubbling away in her stomach when they set off and to try and distract herself from the butterflies, she reached for her mocha, sipping away at it for the majority of the journey to his place.

She couldn't believe what she was about to do, couldn't believe that she was seriously sat in his car and on her way to his apartment. It all felt so surreal and completely unlike her, but was that really such a bad thing? Sakura quickly shoved the thoughts away just in case she started doubting herself again.

Still… It was insane, especially when thinking over their intentions.

"You're quiet," Shisui pointed out softly, glancing her way. "Are you okay?"

A little nervous as fantasies rushed through her mind of what could be in store for them, but undoubtedly more than okay.

"I'm okay," she assured him and smiled to prove her point. "Just thinking."

"About?"

Like hell she could tell him about her imagining what their first time was going to be like, Sakura thought hotly and fought back the embarrassment at just the thought of doing such a thing.

Scrambling for the first thing she could think of, she asked, "Will Itachi-san be home?"

He shook his head and Sakura's breath caught as he turned into an underground carpark, presenting a pass at the gate that blocked their entry. The automatic scanner took all of three seconds to process his details, spitting the pass back out and allowing them to continue.

"He's strict with his routine, so will be exercising right about now," Shisui informed her.

Rows of designated parking spots came into view and she assumed the numbers matched their apartment numbers. It was a thousand times better than the open carpark her building had to offer, which was usually filled to capacity by visitors or anyone who simply couldn't be bothered finding somewhere else.

He smoothly pulled into an empty space beside a coupe styled car with blacked out windows, and Sakura noted that both belonged to their apartment, telling her that it was Itachi's.

"What if he comes back?" she asked nervously, recalling that there was a gym in the building.

"It won't be for long. He likes having lunch with Sasuke on their days in together before they both start work." Smiling soothingly, Shisui added, "We don't have to do anything if you're uncomfortable."

No, she wanted to. She just didn't want her friend's older brother to hear her having sex. Gods, just the thought was mortifying!

"I'm not uncomfortable," she told him, cheeks flushing once more. "It's just… He's Sasuke-kun's brother, you know?"

Chuckling, he said, "I'm aware."

The blush darkened and she distracted herself with watching Shisui apply the handbrake, though he thankfully left the engine running a few minutes longer to keep the car at the same warm temperature. She wasn't ready to face the cold yet even if it was only for a few moments.

"I've never done anything like this before," Sakura admitted quietly, missing the way Shisui's gaze softened on her. Shifting apprehensively in her seat, she finally risked a glance up at him, smiling somewhat at the gentleness in his expression. "And I don't know Itachi-san all that well, so while we might know what's happening here or know what to expect or whatever else, I don't…"

At the awkward rambling that had her blush growing steadily darker, Shisui finally spared her, saying, "Itachi knows that I like you and said himself that he believes we would be a good match."

Green eyes widened in surprise. "Really? He said that?"

He hummed in affirmation, then said, "He wouldn't risk jeopardising what's growing here by telling that hothead."

Ah, well at least they were both on the same page about Sasuke's tendency to overreact from time to time. While absolutely none of his business, she liked that Shisui understood that she valued her friendship with Sasuke enough to know he possibly wouldn't be okay with the relationship. Not in the beginning, anyway.

"So," he said with a daring hand that came to her knee, making her smile nervously. "Do you want come up? I'm happy to drive you home if you've changed your mind."

A thousand times yes she still wanted to do it.

Describing the tension between them upon entering the elevator was impossible. All Sakura really knew was that it sucked the air from the cramped space, making it feel as though it was growing increasingly smaller the longer they were trapped inside. She wasn't feeling claustrophobic per se, more… It was more like the longer they were there, the more charged it became, until she was fairly certain she was thrumming with anticipation. And Sakura knew she wasn't the only one struggling. She could see it in the clenching of his jaw, in the deep breaths he kept taking.

With the wait to reach Shisui's floor growing too much to bear, she imagined making a move there and then, though was pleasantly surprised but more relieved than anything when he rounded on her, and she met him halfway, lips crashing with pleased sighs.

Unlike their first kiss, this was more like what she'd envisioned and Sakura couldn't control the sound of pleasure that left her at the bumping of her back to the mirrored wall, hands lost in Shisui's wild curls in the same time he gripped at her body, dying to close the distance between them entirely.

They were both feeling impatient knowing what was going to happen once they made it to his empty apartment, hearts racing, stomachs fluttering, hands growing sweaty.

She arched into him, whimpering at the tangling of their tongues and the pressure on the backs of her thighs when Shisui reached down. Anticipation laced through her powerfully and she wondered if he was about to lift her like in her fantasies, but his quiet groan of displeasure at the gradual stopping of the elevator told her otherwise.

Blinking through the haze he'd wrapped her up in, Sakura could only watch as Shisui scooped low to grab her overnight bag (making her wonder when it'd dropped to the ground).

"We're here," he murmured and reached out, entwining their fingers.

He guided her the short distance between the elevator and his matt black door, the chrome number thirty-eight totally different from hers and Ino's chipped brass fourteen. The whole corridor was in a different league from hers, screaming the wealth of the building's occupants and reminding Sakura that, despite how different he was to his relatives, Shisui was an Uchiha and came from money.

And if she somehow missed that reminder, the entering of his apartment threw a bucket load of ice cold water over her.

Their apartment was…

Easily thrice the size of hers and boasting an atmosphere of tranquillity, its open design invited Sakura into their home and she certainly didn't hesitate to accept. Everything was so light and not solely down to the floor to ceiling windows that granted them a breath-taking view of the park opposite the building.

"Wow," she breathed. Suddenly mindful of herself, she toed off her shoes with a small smile in Shisui's direction, blushing under his stare. "It's beautiful."

Smirking with a half-hearted shrug and tucking both pairs of shoes into a shoe rack, he told her, "I can't take any of the credit. This is all down to Itachi."

The personal touches were gentle and spread out considerately, making it known whose home it was without it being blaringly obvious, whereas with her own, she and Ino had chosen to be loud with their decorations and furniture. Wealth oozed from their choice of furniture, but it wasn't uncomfortably so or to the extent where she felt uncomfortable with the obvious difference in their statuses. It was just as inviting as her own home.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

Sakura shook her head, minutely raising her paper cup of mocha. "I still have some left."

"What happened to needing the caffeine?" he teased lightly, considering he'd finished his before they'd made it to his building.

Raising a daring eyebrow and emboldened by how passionately he'd kissed her in the elevator, Sakura looked over her shoulder at him, asking in a low murmur, "Are you telling me you won't be able to keep me up with other methods?"

Even with it creeping up to eleven in the morning, the usual effects of staying awake all night and being utterly exhausted from a shift were absent, and Sakura knew that it was entirely down to the restless energy bouncing between her and Shisui. There was no amount of caffeine in the world that could compare to it.

"Careful challenging an Uchiha, Sakura-chan," he warned devilishly and closed the distance between them, arm slipping around her waist. "We take them seriously."

"Good," came her sensual whisper, gaze dropping to those full lips that were certainly going to drive her insane if he didn't kiss her again soon. "Then I challenge you-"

The sealing of his mouth over hers silenced Sakura from saying more, and she shut her eyes at the desire behind his kiss, melting into Shisui and trusting him entirely when he began guiding her backwards. Only one hand remained on her body, the other continuing to carry her bag until they were entering what she presumed to be his room, the sound of it dropping to the floor followed swiftly by the shutting of his door. Blindly, he took the paper cup from her grasp, setting it down on what she presumed to be a dresser. It was impressive to say the least, considering he didn't break away from their kiss for a second to check where any of it was going.

She grabbed at him eagerly, heart racing at the responding enthusiasm that had her gasping into the kiss and clutching him impossibly closer. Jackets were thrown carelessly to the ground and she tugged at his shirt, fingers grazing the muscles revealed to her appreciatively.

He was more beautiful than she could have imagined, and Sakura lowered her head, peppering admiring kisses to his neck and chest, relishing in the gentle hand that came to the back of her head. That was until she realised what he was trying to do after several tugging attempts, and Sakura looked up in time to see his confusion as he struggled on how to take her hair down.

Giggling and reaching up herself, she unpinned the hair wrapped around the hair tie, going on to removing that next and dropping it and the slides to his nightstand.

"Better," he murmured while slipping a hand through the freed locks, slanting his mouth on hers once more.

Gods, how long had she ached to be with him in such a way? How many nights had she fallen asleep to fantasies of what it would be like, only to then dream about him and wake up doubly hot and bothered?

None of it could have prepared her for it. Every imagined kiss, every fantasised touch, didn't come close to the actual thing.

Their messy kisses were sadly interrupted by the feeling of his bed on the backs of her knees, a rush of self-consciousness surging to the surface. Although not tired in the least, Sakura was acutely aware of the fact she'd been up all night caring for twelve elderly people. From sweating over moving them to changing incontinence pads, to rushing around in the morning getting people up…

"What is it?" he breathed, capturing her lips once more.

The moment she pushed against his chest, Shisui took a half step back and allowed her to catch her breath and she warmed at the concern that shone through the desire that lidded his eyes.

"Is something wrong?"

"I…" Grimacing, she tugged at her uniform, telling him, "I don't feel clean."

Understanding had him leaning closer, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "We can use my shower."

His shower?

"Do you want to shower together, or individually?" Shisui asked impishly and stepped away, granting her the ability to think clearly once more.

Together sounded incredible, but self-awareness had her opting for the latter with a sheepish smile, ducking inside of the bathroom with her bag clasped to her side. Towels already awaited her inside, lined up neatly on a single floating shelf and while the sheer size of his bathtub called to her, Sakura turned towards the walk in shower, thanking the Gods that the settings were simple.

Within mere moments of starting up, the water was hot and begging of her to stand beneath the powerful spray that rained down on the majority of the rectangular space, but reluctantly, she returned to her bag, searching through its contents until she found her trusty razor, shower gel and toothbrush.

Not wanting to waste time or have him potentially fall asleep (because that would be horrific), Sakura quickly set to washing and ensuring she wasn't stubbly anywhere. Any traces of her difficult shift were rinsed away, disappearing down the drain and leaving Sakura with a steadily building impatience that demanded that she hurried up and got back out there.

He was out there waiting for her.

She rushed through scrubbing at her teeth, tucking her hair behind her ear as she spat out the toothpaste and aftertaste of her mocha.

He was waiting.

Sakura quickly shoved everything back inside of her bag, excluding her used uniform and underwear which were folded beside it. Ino had packed spares of everything for her, and she would rather not mix them–

What the hell was she thinking?

Get out there already!

The towel she wrapped around herself was warm from its heated shelf and luxuriously thick, its crimson shade vibrant like it was still relatively new. While a voice in the back of her mind whispered that she should leave in nothing, Sakura didn't think her confidence was quite there yet. After all, it would be the first time he saw her naked.

"…Wow," Shisui breathed as she left the bathroom, sitting up from his position on the foot of his bed.

It was unfair how perfect he looked reclined on his bed, all tanned skin and thick muscles that begged of her to reach out and trace their hard lines, to appreciate how seriously he took his exercise and self-care.

Smiling shyly, Sakura placed her belongings to the corner of his room, placing the bag on top of her dirtied clothes. "I didn't know if you wanted the shower left on," she said awkwardly, somewhat apologetically. "I switched it off just in case."

His smile was warm and Shisui stood up, hand finding its way to the nape of her neck to bring their lips together once more. "I'll be quick."

Quick wasn't quick enough, she soon found.

Self-consciousness and awkwardness gnawed away at Sakura as she sat there on the edge of his bed, towel clasped tightly by the arms squishing her chest together and her knee bounced a nervous rhythm.

Like the rest of the apartment (or what she'd seen so far anyway), Shisui's bedroom was designed with comfort in mind and she looked behind herself, admiring the luxurious super king bed that she'd instantly sunk into upon sitting on it. The covers were thick and intended for winter and she could just imagine herself cocooned within them and Shisui's embrace on a chilly morning.

Was she getting ahead of herself? Honestly? Sakura didn't think she was. The signals he sent her, accompanied by the things he said, all indicated that he was in it for the long run.

So why was she just sat there?

Glancing downwards at her towel, she bit her lip with indecisiveness.

A second later and she released it.

She was used to making the first move and putting herself out there, Sakura reminded herself confidently while standing. More importantly, so far in the two months she'd known him, Shisui made it obvious that he appreciated her assertiveness. Why would now be any different?

Steeling her nerves with a deep, calming breath and approaching the bathroom door, Sakura reminded herself while slipping inside once more that he'd even offered for them to shower together, telling her he wanted to.

It was steamy from both prolonged uses of hot water, to the point where she couldn't make out her own reflection in the large mirror due to the condensation or anything more than a blurred figure's back behind the glass shower doors – both factors aided her in shedding her towel and leaving it beside the one he'd chosen for himself, taking only one extra moment to enter the inviting spray of water once more.

Any nerves that had continued to plague her were annihilated effortlessly by Shisui's reaction to her joining him. He wiped the water from his face, blinking in surprise and amazement before grinning and accepting her without pause. Demanding lips immediately sought hers, expressing his deep appreciation of her joining him, hands eager to get to know her body.

She gasped when the kisses were lowered to her neck, grasping at his wet hair. "I can't believe this is really happening," she admitted, in awe.

"Does this help?" he asked only moments before he was suckling softly on her breast, tongue swirling around the areola.

Yes, yes it did. And it left Sakura aching horrendously to feel more of him, to feel his skin on hers, to have him inside her. Never before had she felt such a hunger for another person and acting on it, she tugged his face upwards, capturing his lips in a toe curling kiss.

It showed in the gasp and raising of his eyebrows that she took him by surprise by taking control, the kisses she pressed to his body following an invisible path that took her down, down, down until she was on her knees and glancing up at Shisui, uncaring that the grooved pattern of the shower's floor dug into her skin or the spray of water attempting to blind her. Lidded dark eyes that were framed by his flattened curls until he swept a hand through his hair stared straight back, his parted lips and flushed cheeks telling her she was doing a good job so far.

Perhaps always being the one in charge in her last relationship wasn't such a bad thing then, Sakura decided, emboldened by his response. It clearly was giving her an edge, for Shisui apparently hadn't thought she would take over like she currently was.

Secretly, she hoped that didn't mean she would always be the one in charge, however.

A gentle hand ran through her hair reverently when Sakura's tongue swirled around his blunt tip, fisting in her locks when she took as much of him as she could into her mouth, his appreciative moan low and like music to her ears.

Shisui's head fell back to the tiled wall, his groan accompanied by the flexing of his hips into her mouth and she rewarded the noise by relaxing her throat and pressing to the base of his cock, her sex throbbing approvingly at his sharp gasp.

"Fuck," he groaned into the muggy bathroom.

The grip on her hair intensified at the sudden sloppiness of her pace and Sakura risked continuous glances upwards for her own reassurance, her confidence growing whenever she did. Each time, she was encouraged by the raw reactions he gave her, but what really struck her the hardest was the trembling of his legs when she pumped his length in her hand, choosing to suckle on his tightening balls.

"Oh, fuck," came his tortured moan, the sounds she elicited while decimating his composure reverberating within her. He gritted his teeth at her return to his cock, telling her brokenly at the hallowing of her cheeks, "Y-You need to stop… I'm c-clo…!"

Shisui's expression alone had her clenching her thighs together, the pained grimace, the curling of his upper lip as he just barely stopped himself from thrusting wildly into her mouth, telling her how desperately he wanted to make it last.

Taking mercy on him, Sakura pulled away and was thankful for the trembling hands that aided her in standing. Those hands strengthened when grabbing at her hips and ass, reversing their positions without hesitation. He reached out blindly and switched the shower off, more concerned with their bordering on desperate kiss and making Sakura's heart skip a beat when he parted her thighs.

"You're amazing," Shisui whispered, only moving back slightly so that he could look down at her admiringly.

Honestly, Sakura wasn't even sure where the hell that side of her even came from. All she did know was that she loved the confidence that came with it – a confidence that swelled impressively at Shisui's obvious and wonderfully vocal enjoyment.

According to Ino (and every magazine or book they ever read), most men tended to stay silent during sex, only offering grunts and sighs – including both of their exes. Honestly? Sakura hated it. She wanted to know that she was doing a good job.

The hand that was once clutching her closer by the nape of her neck slackened, allowing Shisui to stroke the skin with a soft smile.

"Come on," he murmured while guiding her back to the bedroom. "I can't appreciate you fully in here."

His appreciation came in adoring kisses and caresses littered around her body, amusing her briefly by delicately drying Sakura's skin for her with a towel and making it somehow seem so sensual, but being almost militant while drying himself.

Only when he was done exploring what he could of her while standing did Shisui guide her down onto the bed, although it wasn't in the position she pictured in her mind, which was him on top of her, the pair of them lost in one another's embrace. No, he stole all ability to think by guiding her onto all fours, leaving Sakura to look back at him from over her shoulder in disbelief.

"You gave me a challenge," he told her seductively, the lidded gaze downright sinful as his scorching touch admired the curve of her spine and ass, stealing away any potential to feel self-conscious. "I never back down from a challenge."

Okay, but what did jumping straight to dog-

Nope. Not doggy style, Sakura discovered with a sharp gasp, back instinctively arching at the feeling of his breath on her thighs, hands easing them further apart. Fascination demanded that she looked back at him once more, but the pleasure of his tongue pressing against her heated flesh immobilised Sakura. All she could do was arch and gasp, breathing out sharp exhales until Shisui was intensifying his pace, tongue flicking tauntingly against her clitoris and drawing patterns she simply didn't have the capacity to try and read. He left her a quivering mess pleading with him to bring her to completion, unable to withstand the assault of his suckling on her clitoris, or the tantalising slip of his tongue within her slick lips.

She needed more. She needed to be filled–

Sakura cried out sharply when Shisui picked up on her needs, his fingers slipping inside without resistance. He moved to his knees behind her and she imagined him abandoning the steady pumping of his fingers, replacing them with the part of his body that she craved most in that moment.

Hot kisses travelled the length of her spine, evoking delicate shivers and sighs, fingers tireless in their ministrations and Gods, when he curled them like that, she felt like she was about to explode. There was no way she could handle any more foreplay.

"Shisui," she pleaded when his kisses reached her neck, her restless hips rubbing persistently into his.

"It's been too long for that position," Shisui admitted sheepishly, kissing away her impish smile at his words. "I want this to last."

Was she ridiculous for feeling a little comforted by the fact it'd been a while since he'd last had sex too? It didn't really matter if she was or not, for either way that was how she felt in that moment. Relieved and comforted.

Gently pulling away from him even when her body ached at the sudden emptiness, Sakura offered a small, coy smile, confessing, "It's been a while for me too."

The last time she'd had sex was roughly eight months ago, and even then, she had to finish herself once her now ex-boyfriend left. It wasn't even that he was bad at it – they just didn't have the chemistry.

Lips quirking upwards, Shisui leaned forward and kissed her deeply once more, leaving her stunned by the aftertaste of herself on his tongue as it twisted with hers messily, by the fact his chin was just barely dried. Obviously, she'd been acutely aware of just how into it he had been, but to feel the evidence, to realise belatedly that he'd enjoyed it just as greatly, was insane to her.

Up until that moment in the shower, foreplay – hell, sex as a whole – was more like a chore to her. Blowjobs were once the bane of her existence, yet she hadn't hesitated to get on her knees for him, hadn't even needed him to request it from her. It was just a novelty to her to now be enjoying it.

Sighing, Sakura pressed herself against him, legs sliding over his the moment he lowered his head onto the pillows. The hands that gripped at her hips were firm and steady as they guided them into a sensual roll that followed the pace of their tongues, and Sakura moaned at the sensation of his being so vexingly close. Just one mistimed buck of her hips, one little oops moment, and he would be inside her.

But it was that thought that brought Sakura back to reality and she sat up abruptly, the new pressure on his cock, of his cock pressing into her, causing them both to groan with need.

"Condom," she whispered breathlessly, resisting the urge to continue grinding down.

As he sat up, his hands came to her back and steadied her, unknowingly making Sakura's heart race with how intimate their new position was. Hesitantly, smiling shyly, she wrapped her legs around him, settling herself more comfortably against Shisui, being rewarded with a soft smile from him.

He rifled through the only drawer on his nightstand, eyes widening for a second and search growing slightly frantic until relief had him sighing and chuckling quietly at himself.

"You weren't lying when you said it'd been a while," she giggled.

"Cut me some slack. I have the most beautiful woman in my life naked on my lap," came his mischievous response, only pausing in talking so that he could tear the foil packet open with his teeth. Meeting her gaze impishly, he murmured, "I might've died here and now if it turned out I didn't have any condoms, although it does look like I'll only have one shot to complete that challenge–"

Giggling again, she pressed a finger to his lips to silence him, letting Shisui know, "I brought some just in case."

Excitement had him kissing her hungrily, growling against her lips, "Good."

It was happening.

Everything felt so surreal that Sakura worried she would wake up any moment now, all wound up from yet another hot dream about her co-worker. But it really was happening, she repeated in her mind, watching in a daze as he slid the condom over his length, other hand keeping a firm grasp of her ass and kneading the cheek like Shisui also needed a physical affirmation.

Her heart stuttered at the deep need in his lidded eyes as they met hers, unable to withstand it or his ministrations. With both hands now free, he made perfect use of them by bringing them to her ass with the best pressure, his head tipping back at the brushing of their chests and she raised herself to her knees at his insistence.

It was really happening.

Her fingers twisted in his damp hair when Sakura lowered her hips onto his, his spreading her ass cheeks making for a smoother first thrust that had her clutching him to her chest tightly, lips parting as she released a quiet, breathy moan. It was at that sound that Shisui gripped tightly at her waist and thigh, hands never settling for too long as they soon returned to her hips, encouraging them to roll once he was deep inside her, lips clashing hungrily until they grew distracted.

"Holy fu…" The catching of his lower lip between her teeth cut off the curse and Sakura smiled coyly at the awe in his heavy stare. That smile transformed to a giggle when he got her back for her earlier taunt, repeating her words of, "You weren't lying when you said it'd been a while."

Rather than reply vocally, she showed him that although it'd been a while, she was more than capable of performing, knees shifting over the bedding to better her momentum, eyes rolling shut at the breathless moan in her ear that only amplified the maddening sensation of Shisui stretching her wonderfully.

It unquestionably felt more intimate than Sakura anticipated, her heart fluttering happily when Shisui's arm came around her, dark eyes once more meeting hers, the sight of his parted lips prompting her to lean forward to kiss him again, tongues gliding and taking precedence over everything else as her hips slowed to a halt. And when she leaned back with a gasp for air, she couldn't help but shudder and grasp at the hair on the nape of his neck at the kisses that descended upon her breasts, for the brief scraping of teeth on her nipple, the slight warning pressure that promised pain if he continued, got her way more excited than she ever would have thought.

The minute thrusting of his hips from beneath her impelled Sakura into continuing, starting with a slow rocking motion to build herself up more than anything, preparing herself (and stunning herself for not really needing to) for the moment she began dropping herself heavily on him. Hold tightening on him just as Shisui's breath left him, she cried out into the humid air, thankful for his steadying grip that aided her in continuing the tiring move.

Appreciative hands glided along her slick skin, heating it up further by laying back into the pillows so that he could watch her with great admiration, making Sakura's thighs clench around him as she fought hard against melting under his stare.

Those eyes widened at the shifting of her position, at her feet planting themselves on each side of his hips, then they rolled shut at her merciless bouncing, his groaned curse lost amongst the sounds of their hips colliding noisily. Their hands found each other, fingers entwining and adding some form of stability and better momentum to her thrusting, allowing Sakura to lose herself in the moment. And at the rutting of his hips from beneath her, determined on meeting her halfway, her head fell back, eyes screwing shut, completely missing the clenching of her lover's jaw and the tensing of his stomach muscles that warned him of the move being way too risky to continue.

He was unpredictable to her, leaving her in a state of awe and exhilaration when he abruptly pulled out of her. He didn't change positions like she believed he would, however. Arms wrapping around her thighs, Shisui evoked a quiet squeal of surprise by hoisting her upwards, forcing Sakura to catch herself against the headboard and barely giving her a second before he was burying his face into her flesh unforgivingly, shaking his head and stealing her breath at the feeling of his teeth catching her clitoris.

Hands gripping at her ass encouraged Sakura to move her hips for him, but there was no hiding the bashfulness that shot through her while doing so. Whenever she'd previously had sex, it was always foreplay, sex, then boom. Done. To go back to oral in the middle of sex, to her at least, was unheard of and irrationally, Sakura worried about how that probably tasted. Was she supposed to offer the same to him? Didn't it taste bad because of the condom? What if it did and he didn't know how to tell her?

Those irrational fears were forcefully shoved from her mind by the power of his mouth, leaving her to clutch at the headboard desperately, hips bucking into Shisui's mouth demandingly.

He didn't keep to one set rhythm, instead changing things up repeatedly and leaving her hanging on the edge, stuck in that unbearably hot place just before orgasm. But it was all over for Sakura at the relentless tongue and teeth that tugged and sucked on her clitoris, for they were accompanied by two fingers slipping within her and curling instantly, pushing against that sweet spot.

Her body bowed at the fierceness of her orgasm as she all but collapsed against the headboard, features flushing red and thighs trembling when Shisui groaned into her flesh, lapping up everything she had to give.

"You good?" came his husky question once the trembling slowly began to subside, his following chuckle throaty and so goddamn frustratingly sexy when Sakura glanced down at him in a daze, unable to properly catch her breath from such a powerful orgasm. "Let me know if you need a break."

Like hell she did! And to prove as much, Sakura moved to once more straddle him, but was completely unprepared for the sudden yanking of her hips that had her back hitting the mattress almost like he'd thrown her, leaving her to stare up at Shisui and his smug smirk in breathless amazement.

She was in way over her head, wasn't she?

They never stayed separated for long and Shisui was once more between her thighs, groaning at the muscles that immediately clamped down on him in greeting.

"You feel too good," he whispered into her ear, hooking a thigh over his hip to hit deeper.

What the hell was wrong with her for something like that to sound so arousing? It didn't matter. Couldn't when he continued to roll his hips into hers, deep and slow and pressing to all the right places. At the tipping of her head, Shisui caught her lips, complementing his gentle thrusts with a passionate kiss that quickly had her growing lightheaded.

How was this real?

He had complete control of their kiss when his hand managed to slip beneath the back of her head, fisting in her hair to manipulate the movements it made. Soon enough he was tilting her head further back and lavishing her neck with hot open mouthed kisses, the sucking of her throat so very wanted but off limits, making her grimace at just the thought of saying no.

"No marks," Sakura managed to murmur distractedly, reluctantly. "Work."

It'd hardly look professional of her to turn up with a throat full of hickeys, would it? Not to mention how their co-workers would have a field day if she turned up the next night in such a state (especially if she clocked in with Shisui again). With their being in such an early stage of their developing relationship, Sakura sincerely didn't want anybody interfering or causing any trouble for them. That went for idle gossip too, since she knew just how damaging gossip could be.

Thankfully, Shisui agreed, placing much gentler kisses on his way further down her body. That was where all gentleness stopped, much to her utter delight and Sakura hissed with shocking need as he roughly fondled one breast, mouth busy working on the other. Only once the nipple was bordering on raw did he switch to the other, offering it the same harsh treatment that caused her insides to clench appreciatively, caused her to squirm beneath him with want.

It was with a hand swiping through his hair to remove it from his eyes that Shisui sat back on his haunches, taking just a moment breather before he was entering her once more. The change of the angle and his new grip on her waist as he lifted her lower half off the bed had her toes curling, legs instinctively finding their way to his shoulders.

But that was where her world threatened to shatter.

"Shisui?"

Disbelievingly, she looked up at Shisui, since he'd assured her that Itachi wouldn't bother them if he happened to return briefly after the gym.

"What's up?" came his disarmingly level question, like he wasn't deep inside of her.

He was meant to be meeting–

The colour rapidly drained from her features and Sakura dropped her legs from her lover's shoulders, determined on pulling away entirely.

Sasuke.

Was he out there?

"How did it go last night?"

Holding back her whine of their being discovered or having the moment interrupted (because damn it, she needed him to continue, to ease the weight of need she'd been suffocating under while simultaneously being terrified of Sasuke overhearing them should he be out there too), Sakura was about to move away, but Shisui stunned her by keeping their hips flush, one of those hands soon slipping over her mouth and turning her entire face red at the insinuation.

He wouldn't…?

But he did, and Sakura's eyes rolled at the first deep thrust that hit all the right places, amplified by the exhilaration of needing to be quiet.

"Really well," Shisui told his cousin, smirking down at her with a lidded stare.

They couldn't...!

Her legs shifted without her permission, spreading wider for him and he rewarded her with another intense thrust that had him just barely remaining silent himself, the hand once stilling her hips drifting up to the headboard to keep it from hitting the wall by placing a pillow behind it.

"I'm glad," he replied. "It's early in the afternoon. Would you like any tea to help you sleep?"

Remembering what he'd told her previously about Itachi and tea, Sakura almost giggled. Would have, had she not been so preoccupied by Shisui's ministrations.

"No, thanks." Upper lip curling and jaw clenching in a display of great restraint, it became blaringly obvious from both that and the hands that gripped a tight hold of her hips that Shisui was holding back to ensure what they were doing wouldn't be discovered. Part of her almost wanted to toy with him. "I'll be comatose soon."

"Comatose…?" Perhaps deciding it wasn't worth asking any further questions about it, Itachi asked instead, "Would you like me to wake you when I return?"

"Ye–"

She pinched his thigh in warning, eyes widening. If Itachi woke him like Ino did her, then it'd certainly be a recipe for disaster.

"No," he corrected with a sheepish grin that thankfully didn't show in his voice. Frowning disapprovingly, Sakura pinched him again, making him bite back a chuckle that had her grinning. "Thanks, though."

The pause on the other side of the door was agonising to her and she grimaced, hips bucking of their own accord and forcing Shisui to still her movements with a furrowing brow. The sight of his intense concentration had Sakura grinning wickedly, much to his blatant appreciation and concern, and she showed him he had every right to be worried as she forced her inner muscles to contract around him, squeezing his length tightly and stealing all ability to breathe.

"See you, then."

"See you," he responded, only just managing to unclench his teeth to do so.

Sighing at the throbbing of his cock inside of her, Sakura raised her arms way above her head, purposely stroking her breasts during the transition. However, all smugness was ripped away from her at the shutting of what they presumed to be the apartment door that signified Itachi's leaving, for her lower half was promptly dropped to the mattress once more only a second before her knees were pressing to her shoulders and he was filling her again, plunging and pushing as deep as he could get.

"That wasn't very nice, Sakura-chan," Shisui teased lowly, snapping his hips upwards once in retribution.

Unfortunately for him, it was just as gratifying for him as it was her, threatening to unravel the self-control he was slowly losing grip of and Sakura took full advantage of it by spreading her legs wider once more, bringing them out to her sides and forcing him to shift his position, which only served to strip him of more of his control.

His single breathy chuckle was the only warning Sakura got for his mischievous nature to rear its much loved head once more, for his next move affected him just as greatly.

"If that's how you want it," he whispered hotly into her ear, evoking a shiver.

There was absolutely zero mercy in the way he rammed into her suddenly and within moments, his hands tangled in the sheets on either side of her head and Sakura could feel the tension of his arms as the crooks of his elbows kept her legs pinned to her shoulders. It left her scrambling for something to hold onto, trying to find somewhere to hold that wasn't slick with sweat, her nails leaving angry red marks that only seemed spur him on, encouraging Shisui to increase his pace, his moan of appreciation and curling of his upper lip making her whimper with need.

"Fuck," he groaned unevenly.

Head tipping back and his teeth clenching, she could only watch in awe as the veins in his neck protruded, his moan low and guttural before he dipped forward once more, clashing in a mess of lips, teeth and tongues.

Holy shit, his…

She couldn't handle his moans as Shisui's composure crumbled, and being complemented by the crude, slick sounds of their bodies colliding harshly, feeling the wetness between them, hearing the goddamn slamming of the bed even with the pillow protecting the wall, shattered her own once more.

She could no longer remember why they needed to be quiet, couldn't even think coherently as her swift orgasm seemingly became much too powerful for her body and exploded out of her, the sensation breaking Shisui. He groaned and picked up his now sloppy pace, hands rough but so very wanted as they gripped at her thighs and hips, trying to find the best placement to bring her against him with the best momentum before one slipped between them and drew rough, delicious circles on her clitoris.

It was too much. All of it. And the constant assault while already so sensitive built her up all over again, leaving her to cry out into the small space between them until she yanked him down against her, muffling the broken moans with his shoulder and neck, the regripping on him leaving harsh reminders wherever she happened to reach.

"Think you can go again?" came his deep, needy groan, asking in such a sinful way that it had her clamping down on him already and he grinned devilishly. "I'll take that as a yes."

The descent of his lips to hers had her bucking out of time of his wild thrusts. She honestly wasn't sure how much more her body could handle, but Sakura knew she sure as hell was going to ride it out until the very end. Oxygen? Never heard of it. And she would die happily of suffocation if it was during such a chaotic kiss, such a passionate moment.

Shisui mercilessly dragged her down with him as he reached his high, plunging them headfirst into her most powerful orgasm yet. Unlike the others, it left her totally spent and so very thankful when he refused to move for several long moments, keeping their hips flush as he continued to pulsate within her, face buried in her hair, grip a mixture of pain and pleasure and turning out to be the only damn thing keeping her grounded in the euphoria.

Panting harshly, Sakura's hold slackened on him, body weakened.

That was…

It was so…

Noticing the change in her demeanour, even while breathless and trembling faintly Shisui was swift to shift in his position, looking to her unsurely. "What is it? Did I hurt you?"

The concern had her already pounding heart skipping a beat. She shook her head, trying and failing to hide her satisfied grin. "No, nothing like that," Sakura assured him breathlessly. "I just never…"

How the hell could sex be that good? Was she doing it wrong the whole time?

"Holy shit, no way." Shisui caught on fast and sat up onto his knees, attempting to steady himself with his hands on her jellified knees as he took in the sight of her flushed skin and glazed eyes with immense admiration and pride. "You've never orgasmed during sex before?"

Demurely, she shook her head. That was why she was so certain she'd been doing something wrong with her ex, or at least why chemistry was so important. Even now, just as their bodies finally calmed down after getting their fill of the other, even watching Shisui dispose of the used condom that previously would have grossed her out, left her yearning for more. It had never been that way with her ex. Two minutes with him in bed had felt like a tortuous lifetime of her wondering when he was going to finish already, whereas with Shisui it was the exact opposite.

He returned to her side like the cat who caught the canary, peppering kisses along her neck and jaw until his lips found hers, reawakening that fire within her. But much too soon, he pulled back, though placated the disappointment with a hand that caressed her curves, practically worshipping them with the way he paid so much attention to them.

"Well, Sakura-chan, I know we have done this in the wrong order, that I should have asked before and I know it may seem sudden," Shisui started with a lopsided grin, hand stilling in its appreciative stroking. "But as your boyfriend, I assure you that I will never give in before you come too."

She could only stare at him with wide eyes, for if she tried to say anything, the inner giddiness would leak out and surely scare him away, since currently, there were no coherent thoughts in her mind. Just squealing.

The blush that remained from their act deepened at her lack of response. "If you'll have me, that is."

Rather than answering vocally, she lunged forward, bringing him down against her to meet her insistent lips once more.

Groaning as she bit his lip, Shisui parted her thighs with his knee, murmuring, "Round two it is."

A/N - Okay, not a part of my schedule, but working on this and posting it early was my birthday present to myself because I love this story so much haha. It was supposed to be longer than this and have more fluff, but it took on a mind of its own. That and my partner has ordered me to free up the whole week to celebrate, so I didn't have time to add more hahah.

Thank you so much for your support so far!