When the Uchiha woke that morning, the sensation of slowly returning to consciousness was accompanied by the sensation of an unfamiliar weight across his chest. His confusion only lasted momentarily before memories of the night previous returned to him, followed by a rush of satisfaction.

Madara wasn't sure he had ever had so much fun with a woman before. Sakura was a force of nature and an incredible bed partner. No woman had ever ridden him on his bike, no woman had ever been so open and trusting with their body with him, and no woman had ever gone - good gods what had it been - five rounds with him.

Sakura was a little hellion in bed.

A bed that they had actually reached that night after her request. And one they had thoroughly desecrated. He was grateful that someone in the club had had the foresight to put a bed in the back room of the office in this warehouse. While the thing was as comfortable as concrete and was only a twin, it was all that him and his valkyrie had needed to continue with their fun.

He was certain the only reason they had finally stopped was because they had both exhausted themselves. He didn't even remember falling asleep.

The Uchiha wondered if she would still be feeling affectionate that morning. He certainly would be far from opposed to showing his appreciation for such a wonderful night.

A slow smirk spread across his lips before his eyes opened and his gaze was met by a mess of riotous pink.

Sakura was draped across his chest, stretched out languorously like a satisfied cat. One of her hands was tucked beneath his arm and the pillow that his head laid on while the other was wrapped underneath his neck. He couldn't see her face, her beautiful features blocked by her mess of hair, but could feel her gentle breaths against his pectoral. Her legs were tangled in his, the only thing not on top of him being her hip.

He couldn't blame her. He was certain his body was more comfortable than this ancient mattress, if the crick in his back was anything to go by.

Madara's eyes roved across the expanse of creamy flesh that wasn't concealed by the blanket draped over their hips. He sighed in satisfaction as he ran his hand down Sakura's spine, his fingertips skimming along the soft skin of her back. As his fingers danced along her skin, skirting the concealing edge of the blanket and gently rousing her, he contemplated how he could convince her to come home with him.

It would be far better to spend more time in the comfort of his one bedroom home in the heart of Konoha than in this dingy warehouse, the only light which came from the office they had abandoned that night. He was happy that he had somehow remembered to flip on the light to the office the night before lest they be bathed in complete darkness now. After all, the warehouse lights were on timers and this back office certainly had no windows to let in natural light.

Not just that, but this back room wasn't exactly the cleanest or most erotic of places. The room was stuffed with rusted filing cabinets and cardboard boxes filled to their brims with small replacement parts for the motorcycles. The room had probably never seen a broom since the day the MC bought the place and the scent of musty paper and grease was hardly an aphrodisiac.

She would like his home far more, he was certain of it. But how to convince her to spend more time with him…

As the ebony haired man's fingertips traced nonsensical, circular patterns along the small of her back, Sakura finally woke. The soft groan she released as she stretched out, her smooth legs sliding against his, immediately send his blood southward.

His hand stilled on her back but his fingertips remained, loosely teasing the skin of her hip as she finally sat up. When their eyes met, he smirked as she blinked slowly.

"Good morning, my hellcat," Madara hummed happily.

"Good morning…" she mumbled in return, dropping her face back against his chest so she could yawn cutely.

When she looked back up at him, rubbing her eyes in such an adorable fashion, his heart stuttered in his chest.

Who knew this sex demon of a woman could be so damn cute…

"Sleep well?" He purred, resuming his exploration.

His fingertips drifted from her hip up her side as he silently marveled at the soft skin beneath the calloused pads of his fingers.

"I, uh…" Sakura started, blushing as she broke eye contact. "Yes…"

Her gaze flicked across the room before beginning a search along the floor as she slyly slid off of him.

"Looking for something?" He questioned, quirking an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, my phone… What time is it?" she returned, her eyes returning to his although her blush remained.

For half a moment, and half a moment he hoped was unnoticeable to Sakura, he was pinned by her gaze. He had never seen eyes like hers, her undoubtedly clever orbs a striking shade of green. His mind was briefly brought back to memories of the stunningly beautiful rolling plains outside of Konoha.

Mentally shaking himself, he sat up. His own sharp eyes flicked across the room before he found his goal: his leather cut, carefully draped over the only chair in the room.

As he leaned over to grab his cut, he caught her eyes slowly raking down his chest with an intensity that he could feel against his skin. He noticed her gaze lingering on the tattoos decorating his arms and chest, specifically the black and gray tattoo of a hawk inked across his pectorals. He nearly growled when she bit her lip as her gaze dipped towards what little of him was still concealed beneath the blanket.

He paused in reaching for his cut, waiting until Sakura's eyes drew back up his chest and met his heated gaze. She flushed in embarrassment at having been caught staring.

"See something you like?" He teased with a rakish smirk.

"I, uh…" She cleared her throat. "I like your tattoos…"

"That all?" He purred in response, drawing an even deeper blush from Sakura.

He chuckled as he grabbed the back of his cut and brought it to him. He fished his cell phone out of the inner pocket before returning the leather cut to the chair. He clicked the button on the side of his phone, the screen lighting up.

"It's 7:12," he announced, as he read through all the notifications on his phone.

A missed call from Izuna and one from Obito. No big deal. They were used to this kind of situation. He would text one of them back later and confirm what they already knew: that he was fine.

A couple missed calls and a voicemail from Itachi? Now that was strange indeed. His secretary never called on nights such as these and the man was fully aware that the elder Uchiha had made it out without being arrested. Perhaps it had something to do with Sakura having been on the back of his bike when he left then?

Five missed calls, a voicemail, and four text messages from Sasuke? While normally that would be incredibly bizarre, alarming even, the situation nearly called for it. Undoubtedly, the youngest Uchiha had heard from Itachi that Sakura had left on the back of his bike that night. The voicemail from Itachi was certainly a warning then to the inevitable hissy fit from Madara's baby nephew.

A problem to be dealt with later.

Madara clicked the button on the side of the phone, returning it to inactivity, as Sakura commented from beside him, "Holy crap, it's late."

"Late?" He parroted with a quirked eyebrow, nearly laughing.

Seven in the morning was late for her?

"I need to get home," she stated as she sat up, her arm coming up to cover her modest breasts as the blanket remained covering her center.

He felt disappointment well in him although he refused to show it. He had hoped he would have been able to convince her to spend more time with him, perhaps even share a day of carnal pleasures with him… but what the lady wanted, the lady got.

"Ah… Of course."

He watched as she finally moved to stand, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as her face suddenly dropped and as she stilled entirely. Just as he was about to ask if she was okay, she spoke.

"Is…" she muttered, eyes glued to the desk across from the bed as if it contained something of great interest.

"Yes?" He prompted curiously, leaning forward so he could gaze up at her face.

She gulped, her face flushing a deep shade of red in embarrassment. "Is there a bathroom here?"

Madara's still sleepy mind fumbled over why she would possibly be embarrassed before he had a sudden realization. A wolfish grin spread across his lips.

"Through that door over there," he replied, pointing towards a nondescript door on the opposite side of the room they had entered from that night.

As Sakura carefully stood and awkwardly strode towards the bathroom, his assumption was confirmed by the slick trail dripping down her inner thigh.

His cock twitched at the erotic sight of his cum dripping down her thigh but reigned his desire in. She wanted to go home and it was his duty to make sure she got home safely and as comfortably as possible. He was a gentleman after all, despite what some people would assume of men such as himself.

With a deep yawn, he slid out of bed, avoiding the wet spot on the sheets where Sakura had dripped the product of their affections. He tugged off the sheets and the blanket, tossing them onto the dirty floor next to the bed.

Madara found his pants, nearly inside out and partially hidden underneath the metal desk the chair was tucked beneath. Luckily his leather belt remained threaded through the belt loops and his holster was still securely clipped to the waistband.

He tugged his dark wash jeans back onto his hips, sans underwear as usual, before zipping up and securing his belt.

Pants now securely fastened to his hips, he leaned down to reach underneath the edge of the bed frame. He withdrew his pistol from the spot he had discreetly hidden it that previous night. While he was certain his bed partner had noticed that he had been armed during the ride to the warehouse, he hadn't wanted to frighten her with it when they had been in the throws of passion.

The Uchiha MC president returned his .45 to it's rightful place in the holster clipped to the back of his waistband, his leather belt keeping the handgun secured against the small of his back. The familiar weight brought a sense of comfort with it.

It took little time to locate his long sleeved shirt, the article of clothing inside out and barely clinging to the desk that Sakura had thrown it onto after ripping it off of him that night. He unfolded it and tugged it over his head before pulling his cut onto his shoulders. He pulled his unruly hair from underneath the back of his clothes, letting it fall where it will as he normally allowed it.

He returned his phone, still on vibrate, to the inner pocket of his cut before tugging his boots onto his feet, still covered by his socks. The only article of clothing he hadn't lost that night, apparently.

Once dressed, the Uchiha left the back room and entered the office itself. After a brief search, he found Sakura's dress, appearing to be just a circle of cloth with how tangled it was, on the floor next to the couch. Her sandals were nearby as well.

It took a bit more of an in depth search to locate her lacy panties, him finding his leather gloves before he found the cum soaked strip of cloth. He felt a thrill of arousal at the sight of her most intimate piece of clothing drenched in their shared fluids.

He had to figure out a way to see this woman again.

Madara pushed his arousal to the back of his mind, instead focusing on plans for seducing his valkyrie into his bed. He tugged his gloves back onto his hands and rolled up the sleeves of his long sleeve shirt before politely folding Sakura's wrinkled dress as best he could. He dropped off her clothes and shoes in front of the bathroom door, softly knocking on the door twice, before exiting the back room.

He would give her her privacy. There was nothing anywhere in this warehouse that she could steal, although he seriously doubted she was that kind of person either way.

Besides, he had to pee and she was using the only bathroom. The only other choice he had was outside.

When Sakura finally exited the warehouse, dress wrinkled and hair finger combed, Madara was leaning on the wall next to the door, typing out a text to Izuna.

The club president had been right. The voicemail from Itachi had been a warning about Sasuke's… concern for Sakura.

The brat should have more faith in his uncle. The string of panicked, borderline threatening text messages on his phone from Sasuke struck a nerve in the elder Uchiha.

He had done nothing but look after Sasuke and Itachi since they were born. While Madara certainly was no saint, he had never involved his nephews in any of the violent or torrid aspects of the club until they chose to join the ranks. The two brothers may now be aware of who Madara was, of what their president did for the club and what he had done and will do for their family, but they should know that he was no monster.

A man who did monstrous things for the sake of the ones he loved, yes, but he was no monster.

The fact that Sasuke trusted him so little, the fact that his nephew even had concerns that Madara might hurt Sakura, left him feeling betrayed. And the feeling of betrayal from someone he loved so dearly, someone he would happily throw down his life for, stung deeply.

He pressed send on the text to his brother, refraining from releasing the sigh building in his chest. He turned his head to regard Sakura and was surprised by the look of worry on her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, clicking the power button on the side of his phone before tucking it back into the inside pocket on his cut.

"I can't find my bag…" she explained with a deep frown, concern etched into her features, "It has my wallet, my phone, and the key to my apartment in it…"

Madara thought for a few moments before something occurred to him. "Was it… a little number? Barely the size of my hand, pink?"

Her features scrunched up in confusion as he apparently described her purse accurately. "Yes, how…"

She trailed off, her eyes becoming distant with thought, before her expression dropped. She had had the same thought he had: Sakura had had her purse in her possession during the entirety of the police chase but she didn't have it when they arrived at the warehouse. The only solution was that she had dropped it on that back road when they had hooked up for the first time.

"I might know where it is… if no one has gone by and picked it up anyways," Madara explained, pushing off from the wall of the warehouse.

"Okay… let's go and see how screwed I am…" Sakura mumbled in response, her distress obvious.

"We're on a pretty remote road here. I doubt anyone has even driven down this road since last night, let alone noticed your tiny purse."

She looked up at him, hope seeping into her expression. He smiled comfortingly before taking a step forward and entering her personal space, reaching around her to click the lock button on the electric lock on the door.

As he got closer to her, he barely picked up the near silent intake of air from Sakura. When his gaze met hers again, curious as to why she had made such an admittedly cute noise, she immediately looked off to the side in embarrassment, a furious blush coloring her cheeks.

Arousal still lingering on the edges of his senses, and knowing that Sakura was certainly still very much aware of him, he smirked mischievously.

"You know I don't bite too hard…" he teased in a low voice, drawing an even deeper blush from Sakura.

In a gesture that he wasn't even sure if she noticed she had done, Sakura's hand reached up and her fingertips drifted across the deep purple bruises on her neck, left behind by his teeth and mouth. He nearly sighed in satisfaction at the sight of her flustered and aroused expression, her eyes distant as she replayed memories from that night.

He wanted to lean down and press his lips to that bruise on her throat. He wanted to bite down on the soft, creamy flesh of her neck. He wanted to tear off her dress and ravage her against the wall of this building, to watch her take her pleasure in the sunlight.

Madara stepped out of her personal space but made sure to slide his hand across her hip as he did. He turned on his heel and began his walk toward his bike, still parked beneath the tree at the edge of the lot. He tamped down the animalistic urge that clawed at his senses at the sight of her arousal.

Momentarily stunned, it took a moment for Sakura to catch up to him.

"That wasn't fair…" she whined softly, looking up at him from underneath her bangs.

He smirked at her, meeting her gaze from the corner of his eyes. His eyes flicked across her face, taking in her shy expression. A woman who would ride him on his bike on a wide open road after a damn police chase had no business looking that cute.

"I suspect that you're just easy to rile up," he teased in response as they reached his bike. He brushed the leaves off of the leather seat.

"I am not!" She huffed in response, folding her arms across her chest as she glared at him.

He just straddled his bike, popping up the kickstand with his foot, and looked up at her with an expression of 'told you so'. She continued to glare at him for a long moment before he patted the seat behind him.

Her glare faded and apprehension made it's appearance on her face.

"No helmets?"

He chuckled as he took in her concerned expression, them now eye to eye with her standing and him sitting on his bike.

"You didn't seem too concerned when we were flying down the freeway at one hundred and sixty miles per hour," he chuckled, resting his elbow on one of the handlebars and dropping his chin into his palm.

"That was different!" She defended, perching her hands on her hips.

"Yes, this ride will be monumentally safer, I can assure you. I'll be on my best behavior this time. No police chases, no breaking a hundred."

"Promise?"

His smile warmed. "I promise."

When she hesitantly settled onto the seat behind him, Madara's own heartbeat ramped up in speed.

Normally the feeling of anyone behind him made him feel incredibly on edge. The sensation of someone at his back left him feeling anxious and agitated. That's why he never allowed anyone to ride on his bike with him, not even any of the woman he had dated or hooked up with in the past. Sure, he had ferried a few passengers (unhappily) over the years due to extenuating circumstances but he had never willingly allowed anyone on the back of his bike.

Everyone else in the club just considered Madara's dislike for people behind him to be a personality quirk and left it at that, although this often lead to a few practical jokes at his expense as the other club members tested his 'sensitivity'.

With Sakura now, however, her presence behind him didn't fill him with agitation. Quite the opposite, in fact. Her dainty arms wrapping around his middle, her cheek pressing against his back as she molded to him, and her thighs on the outside of his felt strangely comforting. Even last night, when she had been clinging to his back as he fled from the cops, her presence behind him had been exciting.

He refused to look any deeper into this bizarre change of heart as he turned the key to his bike, the engine roaring to life.

True to his word, he walked the bike out of the gravel lot as he accelerated at a much slower rate than when they had taken off from the bar. Once he was going fast enough to pull up his feet, he casually brought his bike to the speed limit of the road.

Madara felt as Sakura relaxed, her hands unclenching from his shirt and her arms loosening around his middle. Releasing a tension he didn't know he had been holding, he relaxed as well, the feeling of her warm body pressed against her back and the familiar sensation of wind in his face soothing him.

It took little time to find the spot they had stopped before and only a moment longer for his sharp eyes to spot her tiny purse on the side of the road. He slowly came to a stop, his feet dropping to the ground, before he reached down and scooped up the small clutch.

"Lucky you," he commented, raising his voice so he could be heard over the sound of his engine, as he passed Sakura her bag.

"Thank you," she replied, raising her voice as well, as she checked the contents of her bag.

Apparently satisfied that nothing was missing, she pulled out her cell phone. She clicked the button on the side of the phone, protected by a sage green case.

Sakura sighed, although Madara couldn't hear her over the sound of his bike.

"It's dead," she explained, tucking her phone back into her bag.

"Let's get you home then. Where to?"

Madara gazed up at the apartment complex he had parked his bike outside of, taking note of the nice neighborhood… and her nosy neighbors.

The complex itself was wrapped around a center pavilion, the road he was parked on only giving him a view of the back porches and patios of Sakura's neighbors. The walkway which wrapped around the outside of the apartment complex was dotted with trees and patches of grass, giving the neighborhood a less industrialized feel.

Despite it being so early in the day, quite a few tenants were perched on their porches or otherwise mulling about the outside of the complex. He suspected it had something to do with the fact that their pink haired neighbor was being dropped off by a member of one of the two most infamous motorcycle clubs in the city.

A man with his unruly brown hair pulled up in a high ponytail lounged in a hammock chair on his second story porch. A windchime shaped like dolphins played a nonsensical yet calming tune in the gentle breeze. He eyed them curiously over the book he held in his hands. Madara quirked an eyebrow when he noticed the book in the brunet's hands was in fact upside down.

An elderly woman tended to a suspiciously dangerous looking garden (holy shit, was that a castor bean plant?) which overflowed over the edges of her patio. She slyly gazed at the pair as she watered her hemlock, doing a much better job of being discreet than the brunet.

Finally, Madara locked eyes with a silver haired man who wore an eyepatch and whose nose and mouth were covered by a scarf, despite the warm weather. His nose was also deep into a book, one Madara recognized as the newest romance novel in a series written by Obito's favorite author, which he peered over the top of. The silver haired stranger wasn't even slightly phased by the eye contact, instead continuing to watch the pair with vague interest as his leashed pug relieved itself in a patch of grass.

Madara's eyes narrowed as he maintained eye contact with the silver haired male, a thread of recognition appearing at the edge of his consciousness. After a few moments of contemplation, he made the connection.

Was that…?

Sakura dismounted his bike, using his shoulder to stabilize herself and being careful to keep the skirt of her dress down, and drew the Uchiha's attention away from the nosy neighbors.

"Sakura," he started, earning a surprised look from the pink haired woman.

He suspected she was probably surprised that he had remembered her name. As if he could forget with her having moaned it in his ear after the most erotic and fantastic round of sex of his life.

"Yes, Madara?"

He smirked, satisfied that she remembered his name as well and with how pleasing it sounded falling from her lips.

"The club is having another get together at a bar called Sideways on Friday night. It's in the north side…" he explained, feigning nonchalance as he leaned against the handlebars of his bike, "You should come."

Her surprised expression slowly morphed into a flirty smirk as a cute blush bloomed on her cheeks.

"Hmm… I'll think about it," she purred in response.

He grinned wolfishly in response, purposely letting his eyes drag down and back up her body so she could see.

"Take care, my little hellcat."

She turned on her heel with one last flirty look, making her way into her apartment complex. He admired the sensual swing to her hips, eyes lingering on her tight rear and her toned thighs. His fingers twitched as he thought of how those hips had felt in his hands as he had buried himself within her the night before.

Gods he wished she had invited him up to her apartment so they could continue with their fun from last night. If she even so much as peeked her head around the wall she had disappeared behind and crooked a finger at him, he would be back at her side in a heartbeat, eager to please.

Mentally shaking himself, he started his bike once again and took off.

Time for damage control, it seemed.

Sakura closed the door to her apartment before pressing her back to the cool wood. Unable to restrain herself, she giggled loudly, quickly stifling her glee with her hands.

She could hardly believe the night she had had! And with one of the most sexy, roguish men she had ever met. She couldn't believe how shameless she had been last night but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She had never had so much fun in her life.

Making a noise of delight, she sashayed farther into her apartment to gather her phone charger and to take a much needed shower. She plugged her phone in in the bathroom as she pulled her dress over her head, humming in absolute satisfaction.

Her euphoric bubble was soon popped by her phone vibrating so many times in a row that she lost count. She gazed down at the illuminated screen, her jaw nearly dropping.

Fourteen missed calls, eleven from Sasuke, two from Itachi, and one from an unknown number she had never seen before, and eight voicemails, seven from Sasuke and one from that strange number.

Curious, she unlocked her phone and opened her voicemails. Turning her phone on speaker, she tapped on the voicemail from the unknown number.

"Heeey, Sakura. It's Naruto. I know, weird number to be calling you from. Well, funny story about that. I, uh… I'm in the county jail right now… I tried to run off when the cops came but they, uh… they got me. They're faster than I remember as - shit, sorry, I know! Anyways, if you could, um, come bail me out? That would be great… I can pay you back! Just - hey, I know, it'll just be a sec-!"

The voicemail ended suddenly, as if his phone call had been cut off.

Sakura planted her face in her palm, groaning loudly. Of course that idiot had managed to get himself arrested. Knowing him, he was the only one the cops had gotten ahold of out of both of the motorcycle clubs and everyone else at the bar last night.

Poor Naruto had probably gotten picked on by the cops all night. While he may be dumb enough to get himself caught, Sakura knew he wasn't dumb enough to talk to the police. They had probably given him a terrible time because of it to.

She needed to go bail him out. But first, she needed to quell Sasuke's inevitable fury. Especially if he had left seven voicemails on her phone…

She clicked on the oldest message, Sasuke's voice soon echoing in her bathroom.

"Hey, call me ba-shit."

The voicemail cut off. Sakura suspected he must have seen a cop and took off again, a theory substantiated by the time gap between this voicemail and the next.

"I didn't see you or Naruto leave and I can't find either of you. Call me back when you can."

Okay, still calm. A good sign.

"It's me again. I'm at the gas station by Naruto's apartment. Call me."

Shit, he was starting to sound pissed. Next.

"It's been a half hour, call me. I'm outside Naruto's apartment."

Crap. He had probably been freaking out with both her and Naruto having vanished that night and with neither of them picking up their phones... He probably didn't even know that Naruto had gotten picked up by the cops. All Sasuke knew was that the Senju MC had broken down the doors on an Uchiha MC get together and now he couldn't get ahold of either her or Naruto.

He had probably thought the worst. Little did he know what was really happening at the time he tried to call her...

Next.

"I just talked to Itachi and he said you left with my uncle! Are you out of your mind?! Call me back!"

Sakura cringed. That explained the missed calls from Itachi of all people.

"I just called around and no one has seen you or Madara or Naruto. Where the hell are you?!"

Sakura cringed harder at the sound of fury and fear in Sasuke's voice. He rarely got so worked up…

Final message...

"Your goddamn phone is dead now and I still don't know where you are. You better not be doing anything stupid! You know who he is. I'm going to go look for Naruto, no one knows where he went. Call. Me. Immediately."

Sighing deeply over the inevitable stress she was about to have to endure, Sakura swiped between screens on her phone and clicked Sasuke's name. No matter how upset Sasuke was going to be and no matter how hard he was inevitably going to lay into her, she needed to call him to calm him down. His anger came from fear of losing her or Naruto and he needed to know that they were both safe.

Her favorite photo of him, a picture of him passed out drunk on her kitchen floor, popped up as his caller ID photo. Even that was unable to cheer her up as she tapped the button to put her phone on speaker.

As her phone rang, she gingerly stepped out of her still damp panties. She blushed at the memory of having rinsed the cum out of them in the bathroom sink at that warehouse.

It had been very considerate of Madara to gather up her clothes for her though. He had been remarkably considerate the entire time they had spent together, actually, something she hadn't expected but was grateful for. He had gathered up her clothes, given her her privacy, hadn't pushed himself on her that morning, had gotten her purse for her, had taken her home when she asked, hadn't used a condom…

Sakura gasped at the sudden realization and the gravity behind it. She should be ashamed for having been so caught up in her arousal that she hadn't even considered using protection! She was a nurse after all! She was in medical school for gods' sake!

She groaned as she decided to make an appointment with her primary to get antibiotics shots to treat any possible STDs. She did spend the entire night repeatedly fucking a strange biker that had came inside of her every time… even if it was Sasuke's uncle.

No need to bring that up to Sasuke.

Wait, shit.

Sasuke knew she had spent the night with Madara. Or had at least left the bar with him. Should she come up with a lie? How would she tell Madara what to say? She didn't have his phone number… What would Madara tell Sasuke? Should she just make something up? Tell him Madara just took her home and nothing happened? That she had passed out and that was why her phone had been dead?

Her phone clicked as Sasuke picked up on the fourth ring.

"You spent the night fucking my uncle!?" Sasuke's disembodied voice bellowed through the phone.

Sakura choked.

"W-what?!" She squeaked in alarm before blurting out, "How did you find out!?"

"You did!? It was just a hunch based on the fact it's morning and you're just getting back to me, but my gods, why!? He's nearly double our age! And he's-he's him!"

Sakura bristled at Sasuke's tone.

"Don't yell at me, asshole! I don't judge you for your psycho girlfriend Karin even after she keyed my fucking car!" She shot back, glaring at the picture of Sasuke on her phone as if it were him in that moment.

"I spend a decade keeping you and Naruto away from my crazy family members and the first time I trust everyone enough to meet, you literally fuck my uncle?!" Sasuke berated, his anger amplifying in response to Sakura's, "Let me guess, Naruto's the biggest fuck up of all of us, I bet he had a goddamn threeway with Izuna and Obito!"

"Actually, he got arrested," Sakura grumbled in response.

"Arrested! Ha! Of course he did! I guess I need to go bail him out!" he shouted, his tone beginning to verge on the edge of hysterics.

Sakura recognized that tone and immediately felt sympathy and shame tugging at her senses.

Sasuke hadn't slept last night...

"Yeah, because having the prospect for the Uchiha MC going to bail out someone arrested during a brawl between the Uchiha's and the Senju's is such a great idea. Don't be an idiot! I'm taking a shower and then I'm going to go get him," she explained although her voice had lost the bite it had just a moment ago.

Sasuke was silent for a long moment before he sighed and muttered, "Hn, I guess… ugh…"

"Hey, don't be so down. The way I see it, we made great first impressions…" Sakura paused, trying to withold her grin as she teased her childhood best friend, "Well, at least I did."

The Uchiha made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat.

"Gods, gross. Charge your fucking phone more."

The timer at the top of Sakura's phone blinked a couple times, the numbers frozen in place, before the screen turned black, indicating Sasuke had hung up on her.

She shook her head before bringing her attention back to her shower. She leaned over the tub to spin the knobs, water jetting out of the showerhead. She stepped back from the stream, watching the water as she waited for it to warm up.

Her mind immediately returned to her newest bed partner as a sense of giddiness returned to her chest.

She considered Madara's offer to meet him at another bar later that week. She seriously wondered if she should see him again, especially considering how taboo them being together was. They had slept together already though so what would be the harm in doing so again? Besides the obvious...

He was Sasuke's uncle. He was nearly double her age. He was the president of the Uchiha MC and undoubtedly a violent outlaw involved in all kinds of illegal activities. They had met after a raid from another MC and during a run from the cops after all. He was a killer to, if the pistol she had felt pressed against her stomach during the ride, and the one he was careful to keep hidden from her when they finally fell into bed, was anything to go by.

He had also been the perfect gentleman. He had treated her with the utmost respect, not even hesitating to give her a ride when she had said she had to go home. He had respected her boundaries as well, not expecting a single thing from her that she hadn't wanted to give...

Sakura looked up to gaze at her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes skimmed over her still messy hair, her smeared makeup, her swollen lips. She blushed deeply as she caught sight of the vibrant hickies on her neck and the bruising on her hips, the colorful marks immediately bringing back memories of his mouth, his teeth, and his hands leaving his marks on her skin.

She could already feel warmth building as her clit tingled with immediate arousal.

The nurse could easily admit that she had never had that much fun with a man in her entire life. The bar fight, the hundred mile per hour run from the cops, flying around cars on the freeway as she clung to his muscled body for dear life.

She was so turned on by the time they stopped that she hadn't even let him get a word in edgewise before she threw herself at him. And he had responded so quickly and with just as much passion as her.

Them fucking on his bike had been the most erotic thing she had ever done in her life. She couldn't think of a time that she had acted so wanton or felt so sexy. She was never loud during sex but she had cried out so much as he fucked her. She had never been so forward during sex and just the thought of how she had ridden him made her blush furiously.

She had always felt self conscious of her body during sex, never wanting her previous partners to see her with the lights on or to look at her naked body too closely lest it ruin the mood for her. And here she had not only ridden him on his bike on a wide open, public road but she had felt no self consciousness whatsoever when she had exposed everything to him on the couch in that warehouse.

He had treated her like she was the sexiest creature on the planet, despite having seen her tummy pooch, her stretch marks, her uneven labia, even -dear sweet fucking gods- her hemorrhoids.

She groaned in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hands.

And he still wanted to see her again? And he still thought she was sexy enough to give her that wicked grin of his when he leaned over his handlebars to admire her walking up to her apartment? Undoubtedly with her looking like crap with her hair, her makeup, and her clothes trashed? She had never felt more attractive.

Well… what would one more time hurt? Besides, she was curious about him. He had shattered her expectations and she was interested in learning a bit more of who he was.

Not to mention the sex was fantastic...

She smiled giddily as she stuck her hand into the stream of water, satisfied with the temperature. She hopped into the warm stream of water, closing the shower curtain behind her.

But first… shower, breakfast, bail Naruto out of jail, then spend the rest of the day studying. She had to try to get as much course work done as she could before her shift at the hospital tomorrow morning.