Lemon-Second to Last chapter in Bood One

Sasuke POV

I walked to her home, the dark keeping me hidden. The sun was already down, but I knew it couldn't be more then 6. Only 6 more hours. The sun is on are side by going down so early in summer. Sakura was no where to be seen, either she was till with Ino, as they spent the whole day together, helping repair the gate and watch towers, or she was already preparing for our journey.

After the morning Naurto tricked me into hours of training, where he had let out all him demon fox furry about Hinata on me.

"You know just as well as me this won't bring her back!"

"Yah, but it helps!" he stopped, pushing sweat off his forehead and into his hair. We went again, both attempting to rip the bells off each others pants. When had Naurto become so terrible at dogging. Last I heard he was to topmost ninja out there, Sakura right behind. I gripped the silver bell just as he pulled mine off and away. He grinned and I tossed it at him. In the forest we sat, starring at the sky, mulling over recent and present events.

"Do you love her?" I watched him. What a stupid question. To ask such a pointless, emotional question was stupid. He stood and threw a knife at me. I grabbed it and we stood, once again training. I ducked as he came from the right, pushing him up in the air before he multiplied and I attempted to sort out the true Naurto from the false. Why was he always the one. Always there, like he knew everything. Like he knew I loved her. Or thought I loved that girl.

The day stretched long and as the sun began to sink I meant to depart, hoping to sleep before we were to leave. He stepped in my path, once again looking into my eyes, asking that question.

"You love her, or not?" I pushed past, starring ahead, straight ahead, "it's o.k. if you don't, just make sure she knows. Hinata taught be that love isn't meant for everyone, but everyone is capable to love. If you really care for her the way she wants, let her know. Love, care, even permit, but let her know what you want. Not what you are capable of, what you want. Love her, if you do, as if she were to die tomorrow, because in some cases, she will,"

How stupid. I arrived at the apartment, pushing the door open soundlessly. She need to learn how to lock the goddamn door. Inside she was humming softly, cleaning up the mess I had left a few nights ago. The food stains that she never had taken care of. I watched her move, that strong, thin, serious face glancing up when I knocked softly on the wall.

"Look who came home. If your hungry there is some chow-mien on the counter, help your self. I'll be done in a minute," I nod, turning to the bedroom. She was still attempting to scrub off the stains.

"It won't come off Sakura, give up,"

"no, I'll get it to come off,"

"you won't,"

"It's my house, I'll do what I want with it," she glares up at me, but puts her gloves and soapy water away, admitting defeat, "do you always have to get your way?"

"Only when I'm right,"

"Which is most of the time in your opinion, correct?" I smirk and she frowns. What was her problem. She walks to the bedroom, and I follow, watching as she bends and strips the bed. She throws the sheets into a basket and grabs new ones. She begins to pull them on, but pauses, looking over at me.

"You could help you know,"

"….."

"Why don't you finish it, I mean you are staying here, you might as well do your part,"

"No,"

"Why not!"

"Women's work!" I bite my lip as her face turns three shades of pink.

"What! That is the most egotistical, an sexist, stupid thing I've ever had the displeasure to hear!" She walks up to me, looking up into my eyes, "you are such a man!"

"Well, that's why I'm great," her eyes fume and she reaches out to punch me. I beet her to it and pull her into me, grasping her hands, pulling them over her head and pushing her up into the door.

"What are you doing,"

"Today, Naurto, the witless wonder, said something that made sense,"

"Oh yah?"

"Yah, he said Hinata taught him that love isn't meant for everyone, but everyone is capable to love. And that if you really care for her the way she wants, to let her know. Love, care, even permit, but to let her know what you want. I want. Not just what I am capable of, but what I want. To love her, and if I do, as if she were to die tomorrow, because in some cases, Hinata's case, she will," Sakura is trembling beneath me, glancing nervously up at me.

"So who do love, or, who do you permit Sasuke. You would never love anyone, but you have to resurrect your clan right? SO who's the girl you will permit. Who you will care for, take care of forever until you or her dies? Who will you protect Sasuke?

"Who will I protect?"

"Yah, who will mother you children Sasuke? Who do want to protect forever?"

"I, I want to protect you." I crash my lips down on hers, tasting blood and passion. She is struggling under me, but by the way she seductively licks my teeth I know she wants this. Her fists pound my chest as I grip her neck, pressing her whole body against mine. God I love it when she's pissed off.

Gently she pulls me over to the half made bed, pulling my whole body down. In between breaths she begins to question.

"Are you sure you want this (pant, pant),"

"Do you. You said you loved me, so will you make love with me," Her whole face flushes pink and I swear even her body does.

"Ye, yes," I pull up her shirt, tracing patterns up her bare skin until my hands rest on her shoulders. She rolls her tongue against my ear, sucking the lobe as I grip each strap and pull her bra off.

"Please, don't be gentle," she whispers into my mouth before I demand a kiss. She is slowly, seductively taking off her clothing beneath me, pulling down her pants, until she lies under me in only her white panties. White because she is a virgin. She helps as I tear away everything, from my pants to boxers. She gasps into my mouth at my large, hard rod.

She roughly pushing me off, climbing on top, kissing her way down to my abs. Her large, perfect palm sized breasts are begging to be held, but every time her lips meet my skin, fire erupts in my stomach, sending currents of pleasure to the already hard member.

Sakura's POV

I'm burning and the only way is to let him have me, but I can't just yet. My muscles are sore and I feel wet, but I continue to torture him, watching as the large cock fly's higher and higher. His hands grip me hard, playing with my breasts, before I can protest he has begun liking each nipple. I moan, curving into his body, rubbing my thigh against his dry, hard member.

I grab his head, pulling those eyes away from my breasts into my own.

"Do you promise to always be mine?"

"What?"

"Promise even if you don't love me, you will always be there for me,"

"I will protect you!" He throws me down, slamming his hard cock high into my tight folds. A low moan escapes his lips and I dig hard into his back, my fingers leaving half moons in his skin.

"The faster you go, " I whisper into his ear, "the less the pain," And he begin trusting slow, then harder, making the bed buckle under his strength. I scream out, gasping as rhythms of lust are let loose, running wild in our love nest.

Harder, faster, he erupts inside of me, animal passion bringing him to his peak. With one last thrust he takes me over the edge. We lay there, wrapped around each other.

"I still love you," I moan.

"I know,"