Slowly his hands stroked my legs, coaxing them open. In the cold air I was covered in goose bumps, shaking, needing something, warmth. He smirked, oh god I loved that smile. Immediately I felt my body being emerged in an eternal bliss of heat. Now, arms pressed against mine.

"You're mine," I nod enthusiastically, but my body won't respond. Soon his hands are clawing, ripping at my clothing. Strong hands massage up and down my chest, gripping, grasping at my bosom.

Please, make this feeling stop. Heat grips at my stomach, creeping up and down my spine, sweet seduction calls. Give way to lust, and he's upon me, moving harder, faster, and wetter. Now I feel the limbs, resting against his hard body. I begin too, craving every motion. The fires of hell are licking at my gut and in every way I want it to devour me and him. Just us, moving harder faster, wilder. Just take us like this and keep us and only us together in hell, or whatever place our passion sends us.

My eyes squeeze shut as I feel something, real, start to drive our passion crazier.

"Sasuke, oh Sasuke,"

It was late when I woke. Through the black I could make out the angled shapes of my desk and chair. I must have passed out again after my bath. I don't remember much, but I do recall that strange dream I had after Sasuke began helping me clean up. My cheeks are burning and I thank god it's the middle of the night, pitch black and nobody can see.

Had I really dreamt that, in the tub, where Sasuke could have heard me? Ye-gads, lets hope he didn't notice, because I knew I was exited. It strange to feel this desire again. I though I had been able to stuff it into a small pocket in my heart, zipped it up, burned it and let the evil resident smoke. But then why this dream, why was I, turned by his every move and kissing him savagely. Our little secret.

I leave the warmth of the bed, putting my feet down, expecting to meet the cold floor.

"Sakura, I can't breathe,"

"OH! Sasuke, sorry!" He stood up, gazing down at me, those cold eyes staring into mine, questing, looking for something. That familiar red burn heats my cheeks and I look away, sitting back down on the bed. After a moment Sasuke turns and exists the room, leaving the door open. In the moon light I can tell he's barely dressed only black sweats. Of course, after the battle he didn't have much clothing left, only what the hospital gave him. My hands trace the pattern of the sheets I had rapped around myself. The cold night air prickled my skin, and even though I was fully aware of the fact I had no clothing on,but the idea of putting on a sticky, scratchy nightgown didn't appeal to me.

"Drink this," Sasuke settled next to me on bed, placing a cup of hot milk in my hands. He watches as I raise it my lips, licking the frothy substance and then downing it, getting milk all over my lips. He smirks and laughs, a tingling, underused amusement. I smile and wipe it away, placing the cup on the nightstand.

"Thank-you Sasuke, for helping me out earlier,"

"Don't thank me. You were filthy, it was a public service," my eyes stream with hurt before I realize, he's smiling. He made a joke! Gingerly I reach up to his face, holding his cheek in one hand, forcing me to look at him.

"I, I really mean it. You saved me from that man. I could have died, but you did everything to get me away from him," he's looked straight into my eyes now, "you don't know how frightened I was. I hate that feeling, the feeling where you're helpless. I couldn't do anything I was so, scared. Please, don't think of me as weak, but I just, missed you so much. I became so accustomed to you not being here, I forgot that others can help you," I can't take those cold piercing eyes anymore. I jump up, attempting to run out of the room. His hand grips my neck, pulling me against the wall. I felt cold, wet tears streak down my face. Heholds me and positioned between him and the white wall,I'm sobbing. My hands folded against his chest, sobbing into his neck.

"I miss them so much Sasuke! I miss them. Why did they have to die! Why did I have you taken away, and then Naurto by Hinata, and then my family? It's not fair. I couldn't protect them Sasuke. I, one of the supposedly smartest ninjas in our class and the head medic, couldn't even save my precious people!" now he's on the floor, cradling me in his arms. Thrashing, beating to break free, but he's holding me against his chest.

"Tell me what happened Sakura. Tell me what happened," he whispers. I shake no, crying harder, biting the sheet, grabbing his hair in my fist." Tell me, Sakura, please tell me,"

"I, I came home after training. I had worked so hard, I was so pleased how strong I was. There, there was a fire. A FIRE! A STUPID, EVERYDAY HOUSE FIRE DESTROYED MY PARENTS, HOME, MY LIFE!" I sob, his hands pushing me closer, putting his head on the top of mine, "I arrived just as they were pulling their bodies out of the flames. I went to my mother, and pushed everybody aside. 'Get out of the way, I'm a medic,' I said. I didn't know they were my parents. I tried so hard to save them, even before realizing who they were. I tried, but they were ALREADY DEAD!"

He hugs me, rocking back and forth before standing up, me cushioned against him. Gently placing me on the bed. Then he falls next to me, and before I realize he's laying, me, leaning on his chest. Crying like I always do.

"Sakura, listen. You know just as well as me that crying won't solve it. But neither will ignoring the pain,"

"Ignoring the pain, like you did!" I open my eyes, realizing the extent of my words, "oh, Sasuke, I'm sorry. That wasn't, (sniff, sniff), what I meant to say," he just nods.

"Sakura. After my parents died, as yours did, I did what I suspect you did. I became so wrapped up in my own world, that I ignored everyone around me. You know it's true. You spend every night studying over books, determined to become the best. You train every chance you can, and go on every mission that is mentioned. Look at me, you're more then me Sakura, don't let your life become so drained," I watch him, shadowed by the moon, those alluring eyes watching my back.

"But, it hurts Sasuke. And I have no one to take it out on, like you did,"

"SO you took it our on the WORLD!"

"NO!"

"Then why do you never stop and smell the roses any more? Why do you put a wall of glass in front of your self?"

"Because I don't want to get hurt!"

"By who!"

"I don't know!"

"Who Sakura!"

"The people I love!"

"Who!"

"You!"

His eyes stay on mine, reflecting my scared image back.

"You still, after everything. You stil-"

"Yes, is that a crime? I might be stupid, and weak, and have a wall of glass around me but that doesn't mean I'm not permitted to emotion!" He pushes me away, getting off the bed and storming out into the living room. Anger is flushing my senses, dripping, gushing out ofme. I fling outward, pulling the sheet off the bed running after him.

"Leave me be Sakura, I don't want anything to do with you!"

"WHAT! You, you can't see anything Sasuke can you! Don't you remember Sasuke, we, we were, happy as team 7. Happy, and lucky. And then you destroyed that, you killed me. But I still care for you. Not because you're gorgeous or strong. But because of your character. I'm not some stupid fan girl Sasuke! I want to be able to love you freely!"

He's glaring at me, savage eyes illuminating in the dark. Moving closer and closer.

"I just don't want you to pretend I don't exist anymore Sasuke. Is that to much to ask? I don't want you to love me, or even care about me. Just let me love you without hating me like you do. Please Sasuke, please," I whisper these final words, barely audible even though the rain has ceased and it's just us, alone in my living room, shaking in the cold.

He's standing so close now, our slow breath intertwined.

"Why do you do this to me Sakura?"

"Because I love you," his hand is on mine, and I'm drained of everything, so I let him pull me up. He walks, holding me like a child, cuddling against his chest, my legs hanging next to his. The sheet gushes out like the mist of a waterfall. I'm soundless as I feel those strong arms put me down on the bed, tucking me in. Although he tries to pull way, my hand stays strong, strength enough for this. A small smirk plays ever so lightly on his lips, and he kneels on the bed, climbing next me. I'm under the sheet, he's on top. My back nestled up against his chest, and are hands entwined, while his other one brushes back my hair.

"Just sleep Sakura, it will be fine in the morning," and I try, knowing deep in my heart he's wrong, but wishing it were true.

Sasukes POV

How can she still love me?

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