Through heavy lids, Sakura blinked through the dim light of the cave. It was quiet. Too quiet, with only the faint crackle from the fire that dwindled in the hearth.

Curling her toes, she stretched her legs, forgetting where she was until she met the cold, empty space beside her. Sitting up, peering over her shoulder, she saw no sign of Madara. Slipping out from beneath the covers, she walked through the archway, and into the empty living space.

Nothing seemed amiss, yet, the brisk cavern felt so barren and lifeless without her recent companion. It was an uneasy feeling.

Had he left?

Was he upset?

Every question she was plagued with wracked her body with such insecurity and trepidation that she felt a crushing weight on her chest. Taking in a deep breath, she looked around for a clue – any clue – that would derail her current train of thought.

His geta were still by the entrance to the hall... a fresh fire was burning... there was still food and firewood available... but, where was he?

Deciding it would be more beneficial to have decent lighting for her search, she checked the counter for the lamp, but it was gone. Unless he left barefoot, she didn't think he had left the cave at all.

The question still remained. Where did he go?

Plopping herself down onto the couch to think, Sakura ran a hand through her tangled locks, idly curling the ends around her finger. Stretching her chilly feet towards the fire for warmth, she inadvertently knocked over the bottle of Sake they had left on the floor last night. With the porcelain clattering against the stone floor, she cursed her clumsy ways and righted the bottle, moving it aside carefully.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up," she heard his muffled voice echo in the darkness.

Looking around, her face twisted in confusion. He sounded so far away, and she didn't see how that could be possible.

"Where are you?" she questioned, easing off the couch in search of him.

"Just follow my voice. Use those honed shinobi senses of yours," he teased.

Shaking her head, Sakura tip-toed through the bedroom, noting his voice came from the back of the cave.

"Are you in the bathroom?" she called, looking around the empty chamber, awaiting his response.

"You're getting closer."

Peeking around the archway to the bathroom, Sakura realized that it, too, was empty. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a faint glow along the corner of the back wall. With just the little bit of illumination, she was able to see that the far back corner actually lead to a narrow staircase. Following the tight stairwell down, she began to feel clammy and warm. The stone beneath her feet warmed with each step as the blanket of humidity clung to her skin. Curiously, she crept closer to the source of light, and as she descended the last stair, the ceiling above her head opened up and she stopped dead in her tracks.

Through the steam, Sakura marveled at the large cavern she was now standing inside. It was much different than the cold, cramped cave they had been sleeping in. This cave was open, warm, and filled with so many amazing rock formations. Jagged icicle-like rocks hung from the ceiling and pillars surged up from the floor, giving the cave a rather prehistoric ambiance.

Her eyes followed the ornate formations littering the ceiling of the cavern, their shadows dancing in the flickering flame she had followed into the depths of this chasm. Her feet followed the foot path carved in stone until she came to the water's edge. In the center of this beautiful chamber was a natural hot spring, its waters glittering in the light of the many candles scattered around its edge.

Jaw still hanging in astonishment, Sakura couldn't form any words. Everywhere she looked was breathtakingly beautiful. She had stumbled into quite the hidden gem. It was a place forged by an angry earth, only to be forgotten by time itself. It was truly a powerful sight to behold.

"Looks like you've found me," a deep voice echoed off the walls around her.

Nestled against the far edge of the pool, almost hidden by the steaming waters, was the man she had been searching for. His voice had called out to her, and she had followed it down into the hollowed haven she now found herself standing in.

Unsure of what to do or say, she simply stared at him.

His glistening bare chest jutted above the water's surface, arms propped along the rocky edge of the pool as he lounged in its warmth. The look in his exposed eye made her swallow the lump forming in her throat, her nerves frazzling as she tried to avert her gaze from the mouthwatering vision before her.

"What are you doing down here?" she blurted as her anxiety took over.

"Join me. Find out for yourself."

"Are you, um... naked?"

"Is there another way to bathe?"

"I'll just wait, I didn't mean to interrupt..." she trailed off, backing away slowly.

"No sense in being shy now," he smirked. "Join me."

"What if I don't feel like it?"

"You do."

"I could just leave, you know?"

"You won't."

"What makes you say that?" she huffed, irritated with his arrogant tone.

"The same thing that made you crawl into my bed last night."

"I was just cold."

"Well, it's plenty warm in here," he assured, motioning for her to join him. "Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared," she clipped, "I just..."

"Don't want me to see you naked?" he chimed in amusingly.

"Why is that so funny to you?"

"I can fuck you, but not take a bath with you? Seems funny to me."

"It's not funny, and making fun of me isn't going to help you accomplish either."

"I don't think this is about my accomplishments, now is it?"

Sakura didn't know what to say. Standing there, she continued to stare at him, lips pressed into a firm line. She might have been irritated by his tone, but his words were starting to hurt. She couldn't figure him out. After last night, she thought they had grown a little closer, but it almost felt like he was forcing some distance between them now.

"Why are you trying to push me away? Is it because you're under the impression that I have regrets about last night? It wasn't some drunken spur-of-the-moment decision. I knew exactly what I was asking for."

"Prove it," he dared, watching her intently.

He could see the wheels turning inside her head... and silently, he hoped she would follow through. After waking up to her in his bed, he knew they had shared some sort of connection the night before. He was terrified of what this would mean. He had a clear goal in mind when he walked into that cave, something like this wasn't even on his agenda, but ever since he laid eyes on her, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was infectious. He had to have her, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

With a determined look, Sakura reached for the belt around her waist. Slowly untying the knot, her eyes found his, watching him watch her as the yukata was peeled open. With a gentle roll of her shoulders, Sakura sloughed off the robe, its thin fabric slipping down her back before pooling at her feet. Standing proudly before his eyes, she felt a flare of adrenaline burst through her. She was fully exposed, and instead of cringing in embarrassment, was rather enjoying his undivided attention.

With a wet hand coming up to smooth the hair out of his face, Madara made no attempt to hide his blatant stare. His eyes clouded with a silent emotion, roving over her unmarred flesh in all its pristine glory. He felt his jaw clench as he watched her saunter towards the water's edge, the sway of her full hips, and what lay betwixt them, entrancing him.

Slipping one foot down into the warm embrace of the milky water, she continued her slow approach, her eyes still fixed upon his. She felt her skin burn in the wake of his stare, but it only fueled her intentions. She felt the familiar twinge between her legs return as she walked into deeper waters towards him. Her body was growing impatient, itching with desire, yearning for his touch once again.

His gaze... his intensity... was turning her on.

Carefully, her feet padded over the smooth rock bottom of the onsen, her body sinking lower into the embrace of the steaming liquid that was melting away her inhibitions. Stopping in front of the man still lounging upon a submerged rock, Sakura loomed over him until his eyes made their way up to meet hers. Half expecting a devious grin, she was surprised to find only a look of longing.

Now that she was close enough, she allowed her own eyes to roam. The water was clouded with natural minerals from the cascading rocks around them, but still retained a translucency she was grateful for. Somehow over the years, this man had never lost his physique. He looked very much toned and battle-ready, as much as one could possibly be. As if he'd never known a day without training, sinuous muscles rippled beneath his mottled flesh, scared with injuries unknown.

The longer her hungry eyes wandered, the drier her mouth became. She wanted to touch him, wanted to let her fingers caress each scar and feel his warmth beneath them. The excitement she felt in this moment between them intensified when a crooked smile tugged at his mouth. The large slab of rock he sat upon beneath the surface was plenty big for her as well, and briefly she thought about taking a seat beside him.

But that was not what she wanted... she needed to be closer.

Fueled by her desire, she crouched down, placing a hand on each of his shoulders as she knelt on the rock he was seated on. With a leg planted on either side of his, she hovered above him, nearly straddling him, tempting him with the closeness of her body. Watching his eyes darken, she let her hands smooth down his chest and back up again, his muscles tensing against her touch as he inhaled deeply.

Warm hands gripped her hips, causing her breath to hitch as they languidly smoothed up her sides. Snaking their way up her back, she felt the dig of his fingers into her skin, her body trembling at the exquisite sensation. The soft light of the candles, the cradling warmth of the water, and his massaging fingertips made her feel like she was melting in his arms. Closing her eyes, she let her head roll back, her breath deepening as his hands skimmed over her hips and down her thighs.

With his thumb coming dangerously close to her inner thigh, she gasped as the flare of heat radiated throughout her core. Up and down her thighs, his hands caressed, until they rested on her backside. With a cheek in each palm, his strong fingers kneaded into the flesh of her ass, a generous hum of approval escaping her lips as the heat inside her grew.

The lower his fingers worked, the quicker her breath. He was getting so close, inching his way down to the area that was begging to be touched. Impatiently, her insides clenched, as if screaming for him. In a pulling motion, his hands lifted and separated the mounds of flesh, causing her to gasp loudly as she felt herself being opened. Eyes of emerald widened as the sensation overcame her, but she was only met with his darkening smile.

She couldn't take it anymore, she needed him.

The intensity of the excitement clouded her mind, as the man beneath her filled her every thought. Seems he was touching her everywhere except where she needed it the most. Sakura was swiftly coming undone, and felt the need to push him, hoping he would cut to the chase and stop his teasing efforts. With each pull of his hands, she felt more of herself being exposed to the steaming waters. She felt the empty void between her legs, shivering as she wanted nothing more than for him to fill it.

Leaning down, she nipped playfully at his bottom lip, giving it a little suck as she pulled away. With a tilt of his chin, he didn't allow her much retreat, claiming her lips with a passion she had not been expecting. Opening her mouth to fully receive him, she let her tongue find his, the graceful muscles slipping into a heated dance.

Amid the oral onslaught, she felt his hands grip her tightly, pulling her down onto his lap. As their flesh connected, she released a sigh, finally knowing the warmth of his skin against her. Granted, it was a step in the right direction, it still wasn't enough to satisfy. Her body was still screaming for more.

With one last flick of her tongue, she broke the kiss for air. Their panting breaths intermingled as they simply stared at each other, both pulled into a moment of no return. Letting a hand slide down his chest, it slipped beneath the water and continued its path down until she had his hardened member in her grasp.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Madara jolted as he felt her fingers close around his shaft. Eyes briefly falling shut, he reveled in the feeling of her delicate grip. He was twitching with excitement, his body growing more tense as she let her thumb smooth over the tip of his swollen head. He wanted nothing more than to throw her against these rocks and plunge deep inside her, but there was something to be said for the slow burn of the lust growing between them.

With a roll of his hips, he slid his cock against her hand in a slow stroking movement. He urged her on, showing her what he wanted as he repeated the gesture. Without missing a beat, she continued, stroking his length from base to tip and back. Releasing a groan, his hands dug into her thighs, holding back the boiling urge to claim her with all his might. He was well aware of her intact virginity, and did not wish to hurt her, but this was becoming quite the difficult task. He wasn't always one to take things slow and soft in the bedroom. He preferred to be rough and aggressive, but that just wouldn't work with this woman... at least not now.

She had asked him to show her what it was like, and he would see to it that it was done, and done right. She could have asked anybody, yet she had chosen him. It was an offer he could not refuse, and an opportunity he did not want to squander.

As he felt the familiar pulsating of arousal edge him closer, he decided to pace himself and offer a distraction. Grabbing ahold of her wrists, he forced them behind her back, holding them together with one hand as he claimed her lips once again. He swallowed her surprised gasp, and delved into her mouth, searching for the soft tongue that tasted so sweet to him.

With their tongues tied, his free hand found the swollen bud that rested above her entrance. Rubbing generous circles around the sensitive organ, he felt the woman on his lap writhe under his touch, whimpering as her legs instinctively opened wider for him. The smaller his circles became, the more she squirmed. He could tell she was getting riled up, and that was exactly where he wanted her to be. The more aroused she was, the less it would hurt. He couldn't wait to sheath himself fully inside her, but if she was not properly prepared, his efforts would hardly be enjoyable for her.

His mouth collected her muffled, simpering breath as she rocked against his legs, slowly inching her way forward. It appeared she had no intention of taking it slow and steady, so Madara stilled his circular motions around her throbbing clit, his fingers following the cleft below, resting between her fleshy folds.

She may have huffed at the cessation of his movements, but when she rocked against his fingers once again, she gasped, breaking the kiss abruptly. With his fingers buried inside her slit, the roll of her hips caused his fingers to slip down towards her opening. If her stuttering breath was any indication, he'd say she was definitely ready for more.

Sakura rocked against his buried fingers more fully this time, licking her lips as she felt every part of herself glide over his fingertips. The spark from hitting her clit, and the delving sensation that followed caused her to shiver. He was no longer moving his hand, allowing her to take control, and she was loving it. The undulating allowed his fingertips to tap at her opening, but only just grazing it. She was hungry for more and was becoming restless, struggling against the grip he had on her arms.

Opening her eyes, they found his and silently cried out for more. There was a dense warmth pooling deep inside her and it was driving her mad with a need she had never felt before. When their eyes connected, she became still, feeling his fingers move against her, gliding slowly up and down her slit, getting ever closer to where she was feeling the aching pull of her muscles.

He was watching her so closely now as his fingers inched closer and closer until she felt a single finger slide inside her. It was painstakingly slow, but once it slipped inside her, it did not retreat. Up and up, she felt it climb until she felt the press of his knuckles against her. Then, she felt the invading digit curl inside her and rub at a spot that took her breath away. Her entire body felt like it was pulsating under the attention of a single finger, and the magical spot it seemed to have found buried within her.

It was almost too much to process as she wondered what something bigger would feel like, the thought causing her muscles to clench around the finger still hooked inside her. Releasing a groan, Sakura looked down at the man silently watching her, his eyes drifting down to her breasts as her back began to arch.

Leaning forward, he closed his lips around a stiffened nipple, sucking on it sharply before allowing his tongue to flick over it. Feeling her muscles clench around his finger, Madara smiled against her supple skin, his teeth now nibbling at her nipple, teasing it, before his tongue soothed over the bitten flesh. Sucking on her ample breast while his finger explored the inner workings of this beauty was making his cock twitch painfully, especially as he watched the tortured faces she was making.

"P-Please..." she panted, rocking her hips against his hand. "I need you."

She could take no more. Her need to be fulfilled had blossomed into a hot-blooded lust that was coursing through her veins. The muscles deep inside her clenched, as if beckoning for the intrusive flesh it was thirsting for. She felt a desperate impatience overwhelm her as the man she sat upon slowly removed his finger from her entrance. As soon as its warmth had left her, she longed for its touch, becoming all too aware of the emptiness between her legs. She wanted him to be inside her, and she wanted it now.

As he released her arms, she felt a hand slide around her neck, pulling her down into a hungry kiss. It was a more aggressive kiss, one that left them both panting as their bodies pressed fully against each other. Sakura could feel his hardened cock pressed between them, and with a roll of her hips, she nudged it, shuddering as her clit grazed its surface.

He was so close, it was killing her.

"Please..." she whimpered against his lips, raising her hips for him as he prodded at her core.

Madara couldn't hold out any longer. Her words had unraveled the last tether he was bound by, and now the time had come. There was no going back.

Stroking himself with one hand, he peered through the milky waters and aligned himself at her wanton entrance. Watching as his head disappeared inside her velvety cavern, he released a deep sigh. He could feel her slowly lowering herself onto him, effectively impaling herself as her walls clenched around him. She was so tight and wet, all he could do was groan as he slipped deeper inside this woman.

Leaning back, he made himself more comfortable as he watched her take him in, inch by inch. Her eyes were clenched shut, her jaw slack as she struggled to find her breath.

"Shh," he soothed, hands rubbing along her thighs, "Just relax and breathe."

Taking a deep breath, Sakura opened her eyes, watching him as she came to rest flush against his pelvis. She had done it. Madara was now fully buried inside her, as she stilled her hips, allowing herself to adjust to his girth. It was a strange amalgamation of feelings, and she wasn't quite sure what it all meant.

She felt impossibly full, as if there was not enough room for him inside her body. She felt her walls stretch around him, stretched so thin, that she felt like she was being split open from within. What surprised her the most was the absence of pain. He was so deep, it almost felt as if he was pressing against her organs. The sensation was so strong, it took her breath away, but there was no pain... just the overwhelming sense of fullness.

"That's a good girl," he cooed, tucking her hair behind her ear, "You can take it."

Madara grabbed ahold of her hips, keeping her still as he bucked up against her. As her gasp echoed off the walls surrounding them, a smile crept over his face. What glorious sounds this woman could make, a thought that made his cock tingle with delight as he grew more curious. Feeling her hands come to rest upon his abdomen, he felt her brace for the next wave of pleasure that was sure to wrack her body, but she dare not move.

Perhaps her mind had been dulled of thought momentarily, as she was definitely new to this particular activity. As overstimulating as it probably was for her, he decided to usher her towards the path of greater pleasure. Hands against her hips lifted her body up slowly, showing her just how to move. The suction pulled against his swollen member as if not wanting to let go, causing him to shudder. The grip she had on him was indescribably delightful in every way.

Just as he felt himself leave her entrance, Madara pushed down on her hips, sheathing himself inside her once again. Their simultaneous groans echoed off the walls, as they found themselves surrounded by their own voices. Slowly, he lifted her off, only to feel the satisfaction of burying himself inside her dripping sex again... and again.

Grabbing the reins, Sakura continued the repetitious movements herself, grinding up and down against the intrusive organ which was making her moan. Arms wrapped around his neck, hands gripping onto his long locks as if holding on for dear life. The pace was now faster and harder, as the water sloshed between their bodies and joined the chorus of groans floating in the air around them. The sensation was intensified as she felt Madara thrust upwards into her, each time, causing her body to convulse. She felt every muscle in her body go rigid as the familiar coil wound itself tighter and tighter.

She was on the heels of release, barreling full steam ahead as she held out hope that it would come swiftly and thunderously. As if she had been building toward this exact moment her entire life, she felt her lungs burn and her body ache as she began to tire in her attempt at racing towards the finish line with such fervency.

His bestial grunts wafted over her ear as he buried his face into her neck, and his hands dug into her hips, forcing her down onto him, deeper than she ever thought possible. As if electrified by some unknown source, she felt her spine go stiff as every muscle in her body clenched and the coil deep within her sprang free. Her screams into the rocky hollow echoed loudly as her vision went dark and she no longer felt confined by reality. She had been skyrocketed into another dimension and was enjoying the shock waves of pleasure that washed over her body relentlessly.

She couldn't think...

She couldn't move...

She couldn't speak...

In this moment, she was merely a hostage of carnal bliss.

Slowly, this euphoria began to fade, as relief surged through her.

Little by little, she felt her soul return to her body as she became vaguely aware of a pinching sensation to her backside. With her vision returning, bleary eyes looked down at the pained face beneath hers. A fine layer of sweat covered his face as his panting breaths fanned over her. He was holding tightly onto her as he rode out the wave of ecstasy that had just claimed his body as well. She could feel him twitching inside her, a hot liquid now coating her deepest crevice.

Exhausted, she fell forward, her head nestling in the crook of his neck. She could only focus on catching her breath, as words still escaped her in the afterglow. Her body felt numb and limp as she lay upon his seated form. After a few moments, his hands loosened their death grip on her hindquarters, and came to rest across her back. It was soothing the way his hands seemed to cradle her, holding her against him as she rested. Neither one had yet to speak a word, yet, there was not one iota of awkwardness between them.

She could feel his breathing return to normal as the rise and fall of his chest evened out. Idly, her finger twisted around a lock of his hair as she softly kissed the neck she rested against. The cave was so quiet, the atmosphere so calm, that Sakura briefly wondered if she had actually returned to reality.

The warm waters blanketed her fatigued body as she felt cradled in the arms of the man that had finally granted her wish. In this moment, she felt as if she had found true peace. Stress and anxiety had been erased from her mind, and her body felt light and fluffy like a cloud in the sky. The last thing she remembered before her eyes slid shut was the mesmerizing flicker of a candle's flame.