Madara walked into the small bedroom just in time to see Sakura jump nervously, she clutched her phone in a tight grip as she struggled to find a blanket to cover herself with. "Get out!" She screeched angrily, the blanket covering her nudeness. Sakura pushed herself into a sitting position, thin blanket clutched in the same hand as her phone and giving free hand the ability to throw a pillow. The pillow missed Madara, much to his amusement.
"I just wanted to apologize," the older male said softly as he stepped into her room and closing the door quietly behind him. He walked to the foot of her bed, head held down with a look of sheepish shame.
"I don't want your apology!" Sakura yelled angrily, hand tightening around the material of her blue blanket. In the heat of her anger Sakura flung her phone at Madara, this time the small device thumped against his chest before falling to the floor.
Madara sighed tiredly and supported himself on the railing of her footboard he leaned down and picked up the glittery phone. "What I said was wrong and I'm sorry. I'm not trying to make excuses, Sakura, but I've been under so much stress lately." Sakura had known Madara was having a hard time, taking care of his younger relatives and their friends and then even throwing her into the mix; Madara was a one man show. Madara had come home in particularly foul mood and got into a fight, which thanks to the house being all male she had often enough, Madara had called her unforgivable names all because of how she had dressed for her date that night. Sure, she had looked beautiful but the clothes had been far too revealing for someone as good and pure as Sakura. Madara hadn't known what devil possessed him but rage had stuck his soul seeing her dressed so provocatively for another man.
Tucking pink hair behind her ear she smiled cunningly at him, "It's okay Madara, I forgive you." Madara looked at her warily, not sure if could truly trust her words but soon enough something else entered head and she was once again screaming at him to exit her room. Surely that meant she really had forgiven him!
For the first time in days Madara smiled as he loosened his tie, a habit he taken soon after becoming the guardian of unruly teenage boys. He said, "Of course, little one." Sakura inhaled sharply as the screen of her phone flashed on as he tossed the phone towards her, the photo she had just taken popping onto the screen. His facial features didn't change as the mobile device landed face down on the bed. Madara sneered angrily and jumped for the phone at the same time as she did, only now realizing the way she was dressed and only now understanding why she had jumped so high.
Forgetting about the blanket she lunged towards the towering man just as he moved his hand, the cell phone pulled away from her grasp. "What is this?" He sneered angrily, once again making the screen come to life. She blushed darkly as he looked her over, the green lingerie set Karen had brought her shaping her maturing figure nicely. He looked back at the screen, she looked far too mature to be the teenager he was raising. "Who was this going to?" He then asked.
Sakura's face was tilted down, the pinkest blush he had ever seen dusted across her cheeks. And kami why was he turned on? "It's none of your business!" She snapped out, once more trying to grab the phone. She screamed, "Give it back!"
Without thinking Madara slammed his lips into hers, swallowing the gasp she let out at the contact. Taking the chance he stuck his tongue into her mouth, more than surprised at the way she kissed him back. It wasn't how the picture suggested, it was clumsy and nervous. It was a girls first kiss and he reveled in the fact that, while he wasn't the first to see her body, he was the first one to kiss her. Girls always remembered their very first kiss. He fought for dominance as he kissed her, letting her believe that she had a chance at winning, and for a moment she did. Her body pressed against him, clumsy lips pressed to his experienced ones almost caused her to win; he tangled his hand into her pink locks, pulling her back sharply as he deepened the kiss.
His other arm wrapped around her waist, caressing the bare skin gently. Sakura let out a soft moan, his mouth swallowing the noise up, the sound activating his own moan. Her hands were now placed against his chest so she could hold herself up, not wanting to fall over. Like he would let her end their moment like that.
He turned away from the panting girl, pocketing the phone he bought and paid for, she wasn't sending those types of pictures to other males with something he had gotten her. Sakura didn't say anything as he closed the door behind him, that he was glad of. Once the other males in the house found out what he had done hell was going to be raised in his home.
Madara sighed at the obliviousness that Sakura was; how had she still not figured out she was a wanted sheep in a lions den?
