Sakura and Sasuke had gotten through the few days that his parents were in town. They took his parents' rental car back and Sasuke had driven them to the airport.

Sakura felt guilty being happy that they were going back home. She missed her time with Sasuke alone. She especially wanted to be with him again. The first time and only time they had sex was so needy and over too quickly.

Yet, another part of her was upset. He was so awkward around his parents. She wanted to reach out to him and tell him his parents' judgments on his life can't affect him anymore. But there she saw him clear as day, still afraid to admit openly anything to his parents. Ridding herself of the thought circle she was spiraling towards she continued cooking their dinner, looking indistinctly at the food she was stirring in the pot.

They settled in and she made dinner for the two of them. He keeps glancing at her while they eat comfortably on his couch watching some lame show.

"Everything ok?" She asks finally.

He nods.

"Thank…you for your help the past few days. I know my family is…difficult." He finally gets out.

"They were fine, Sasuke. Parents are parents." Sakura shrugs and continues to eat her meal.

She notices from the corner of her eye that he is being shifty and weird. She stands and cleans her dish at the sink along with the utensils she used to cook their dinner. He brings over his plate and washes it, and then returns to the couch. He lays down on the couch leaving no room for Sakura to sit. She decides to be bold. She had been privy to the way he looked at her while his parents were in town. She could feel his passing gazes drinking her up.

She decided to be cheeky. She saw him resting his head on one of his arms, his stray raven locks falling over his eyes in a way he could still see but still covered most of his eyes. She laid in front of him, not saying a word. She waited a moment to see if his body would go rigid from the contact, she proceeded with her plan once she felt no sudden movement. She shifted back slightly to mold her back to his front. Her ass secured against his half hard cock. Oh. He wanted something too. Ok.

She scooted even farther so she could sensually move her ass against his growing hard on. She moved in circles and grinded into his front. The faint glow and sounds of the show going undetected. The room was darker now due to the setting sun, the only light coming from the television and the two lamps he had on the end tables in the living room.

He began moving in tandem with her. Without glancing back to see his face she reached a hand to find his arm strewn across her hip. She guided his hand to her breasts and squeezed them. She moved her hand off of his and he continued to feel her up while grinding into her buttock. Her need was growing and he had to touch her soon or she was going to lose it. He must have felt the same because he stopped their movements by placing his hand on her hip to stop her moving.

"Sakura."

"What?" She whispered trying to contain the obvious desire in her voice.

"I can't deal with the foreplay tonight. I need to be inside you, now."

They were both frozen for a moment before they became frenzied.

They both made the move to remove their clothes and she ended up straddling him naked on the black leather couch. She guided his cock to her entrance and began moving up and down on him. She paced herself, taking in his scrunched facial expressions. She made an extra effort to tighten her pussy around his cock while they had paused to kiss. He groaned at the sensation. The noises he was making were making her undeniably wetter.

He placed his hands onto her hips urging her to stop. He was panting lightly and slowly looked her in the eyes.

"Get on your hands and knees."

If her face was red before it was blazing now.

She got off his lap and onto the floor, making sure her knees were on the rug for support. He positioned himself behind her, spanking one of her cheeks. She calls him out.

"What was that for?" She tries catching a glance at him over her shoulder, noticing he is looking at the red mark from his hand on her buttock.

"For teasing me the other night."

She giggles to herself recalling his tipsy mother spouting nonsense about him being a monk when it came to sex. In retaliation she grasps his cock from behind her and guides it to her entrance. Once she knows she can slip it in, she backs up onto it. She uses her legs to piston herself on his cock in this position. He begins to match her pace and suddenly she feels his fingers circling her clit like how she had shown him the first time they had sex.

She feels close and she can tell he is too by the way he is rocking into her, losing his previous rhythm.

He chokes out, "A-are you close?"

She nods her head, after a particular forward thrust of his she comes undone. Once he feels her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock he loses himself in her heat, by accident, he had meant to pull out.

"Shit." He says out of breath. Their breathing is erratic coming down from their orgasms.

"Are you on-on anything or…do I need to go get something?"

Sakura registers a few seconds after he asks what he was referring to.

"Oh, yeah I'm on the pill."

He nods and gets up to goclean up, she follows suit after him. They gather their discarded clothing and get ready for bed. She ends up asking him if he would like sleeping in her bed tonight. He accepts and they fall asleep next to each other shortly after.

—-

She is awoken at some point in the night feeling his gaze on her from the other side of the bed. His face is hard to read.

"Hmph, what's up?" She asks half awake.

"Why are you still here?" She is alert now.

"What?"

"I'm not repeating myself."

"Why am I still here? You literally pay me to work for you."

"That's not what I mean." He responds curtly.

"You know all this information about me, but I don't know much about you."

"What, are you asking for my backstory?" She gives a solemn chuckle.

"Well…yes." He says looking directly into her eyes.

Sakura is taken aback by his intensity.

"Well, what did you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to share."

She nods and thinks for a moment.

She tells him about how her parents were pieces of shit, that she was a mouth to feed and nothing more. Her Aunt Tsunade took note of Sakura's parents' attitude towards her at a family get-together when Sakura was around eleven years old. Her Aunt offered to look after Sakura as long as she was open to the idea. Sakura jumped at the opportunity, anything to get away from her home life. Her Aunt Tsunade had always been kind to her. Tsunade homeschooled Sakura and taught her her trade of in-home medical care.

"It's not a glamorous profession, but you will never want for nothing." She used to say during the middle of her training. Sakura trained and became a wonderful medical caregiver. Once she was of age to attend a University and receive a degree and accreditation for her trade she went for it. She had met one of her only friends, Ino who was hard on her and they challenged each other during their university years. Ino ended up moving a couple of hours away while Sakura stayed in Konoha after college. Sakura had ended up working at Konoha General Hospital for a few years following her schooling to gain practical experience. Tsunade signed her on to her in-home nursing company once she deemed Sakura had enough experience in the field.

She explained how she did not keep up with her parents and did not wish to. They had not reached out to her since Tsunade had initially invited her to stay with her. It was radio silent on both ends of the relationship.

Sakura realized explaining her life story to the man she was not sure where she stood with was easier than she thought. She also came to the realization that she had been just surviving for the past almost two decades. Doing what needed to be done to ensure her survival. Nothing fun or extra on the side.

"Damn, I am just realizing I had a boring life. It's always been about surviving. I can't remember the last time I had fun before…" Not wanting to finish her sentence, suddenly feeling shy.

"Before what?" He spoke for the first time since she started talking about herself, his face looking neutral.

"Well since I came to work for you." She looked past his face towards the painting on the wall behind him.

He grasped the back of her hair, suddenly, and kissed her.

"What was that for?"

"It's nice to know I am not alone in my feelings."

"Go back to sleep you softie." She replied lazily.

—-

A few days following Sakura telling him about herself, he had been going back to work during his usual hours. Sakura was out at the grocery store today taking care of the weekly groceries. She was feeling on edge, curious as to where Sasuke and her were going. Were they going to be in a relationship? Would she still work for him? How much longer did he want to employ her? Should she look for a new job? She came to the conclusion that she would need to have a talk with Sasuke soon.

She was so hyperfocused on her musings, she had failed to pay attention to her surroundings. She vaguely heard someone yell out watch out.

She had just paid and was walking back to her car to load the groceries away. She abruptly stopped due to a car speeding in the parking lot. The car hit her cart and sent her a ways back. She was thrusted back from the force of the car hitting her shopping cart. On top of her head being shaken up her abdomen was in pain from the force of the cart hitting her. She landed on her butt on the asphalt in incredible pain. She sat there clutching her torso. With her medical background she knew this was more than she could fix by herself. She would need medical care. She vaguely processed the car that hit her driving away and out of the parking lot.

Bastard.

A few bystanders surrounded her asking if she was ok, one had the common sense to call an ambulance. The pain was becoming unbearable, she felt herself drifting out of consciousness. She was fighting a losing battle between a possible concussion and shock from pain. The last few sounds she heard were sirens and someone saying they got the license plate numbers.

—-

Sakura had awoken in a hospital bed. Judging by the bedding and the details of the room she surmised she was at Konoha General Hospital. She had worked here for years and she was able to recognize the tell tale features anywhere.

While she knows where she is, she has no memory of the travel from the grocery store parking lot to this hospital room. She hears footsteps approaching the door. Then a familiar voice from outside her door.

"She's in here?"

The door opens. Sakura sits up minorly in her bed.

"Ino?"

—-

Sasuke had made it into work like all the other days this week. This week was different than the one before though. He had a message from his deceased brother that he had yet to read, burning a hole in his pocket. He had a woman living in his home 'working' for him. The very woman he did not know how to proceed with. Contrary to what his peers thought of him, he was not some 'playboy type'. He had never been in a long term relationship and had no idea how to move forward. He was sure of two things for now, he had growing feelings for Sakura that were unrelated to a working relationship, and that he wanted to act on his feelings.

At the present moment he is seated at his desk, feeling the note his late brother had left him burning a hole in his pocket. This was a constant spiral for him, dealing with his cowardice. How would he ever be a man Itachi could have been proud of, if he could not deal with his own shit. How big of a coward was he for not reading the final indication of his brother's love for him? How much of a coward was he for not pursuing the one thing this world had given him that even gave him a shred of happiness?

His thoughts were spiraling out of control to an extent he felt his chest tightening and tears beginning to well in his eyes.

He began clicking around on the computer in front of him trying to find anything to stop his tortuous thought process. In this moment he was able to remember something Sakura had suggested he try if a panic attack ever arose for him.

"Focus on what's in front of you. Find a small sound, or movement to pay attention to. Begin to unravel your thoughts from that small piece. Take on what is in front of you at that moment."

He was doing just that, reality slowly came back into his periphreal. He focused on the sound of a secretary's heels clacking on the floor outside his office. From there he was able to slowly bring himself out of his trance. He started by clicking out of useless tabs that were open, and saving work that had been completed. He cleaned up his desk, straightening up papers and filing away others. Once he had completed all the immediate tasks in front of him, he was able to notice his heart rate slowing down to a normal level. His mind was clearing away the fog of anxiety and he was able to be present.

Once he had dealt with his immediate surroundings and work, he had noticed a couple missed calls on his personal cell phone, both from an unknown number. There was one voicemail. He pulled it up and began listening to it.

Halfway through he began scrambling to gather his personal belongings while making his way to Konoha General Hospital.