Attention: More Lemons Ahead

I awoke to the feeling of someone toying with my hair, and of course, it was the pink-haired beauty that was always on my mind. I blinked a couple of times before looking at her bright green eyes, noticing that in the dark, they always shone. I realized that she was a perfect contrast to me, I was the dark, with my onyx eyes that sometimes seemed like pools of darkness, whereas she was the complete opposite, she always shone, she was the light in darkness.

"What're you thinking about?" She asked quietly, still toying with my ebony locks.

"Your eyes," I said before chuckling, "that sounded weird." She giggled and scooted closer to me, letting go of my hair and leaning her hands on my bare chest. She pressed a light kiss on my jaw before settling her head on me and closing her eyes again.

"Should we get up?" She asked, her voice muffled since her face was buried into the crook of my neck.

"Nah," I replied without hesitation. The sky had become dark, meaning night had come. We had work tomorrow, but there was still more than enough time to go back to sleep and enjoy each other's presence for a while longer. I looked down at the still pinkette draped over me and couldn't fight the small smile that came to my face. She was so damn beautiful, I don't think I can say that enough to do her justice.

"Stop staring," her muffled voice sounded again before she turned and looked up at me.

"Can't help it," I replied simply. She lifted her head and met my lips with hers, and that's all it took. I returned the kiss while she lifted her legs and straddled my waist. I took a quick breath and sat up with my back leaning against the headboard of the bed before attacking her lips again. My tongue snaked out, and this time, she easily gave in, letting me deepen the kiss. I withdrew my tongue and bit down on her lower lip lightly, drawing a pleasured moan from her.

"Fuck, Sasuke," she breathed out. I moved down and kissed her pulse before going back to her lips and pulling her closer. Her hands went down and pressed against my abs, the cool feeling making me hiss into her mouth. I kissed her even harder, gripping her hips tightly so that she wouldn't fall back. We stayed like that until our lungs began to scream for oxygen, we separated, breathing hard and enraptured with the other. We looked at each other, her bright eyes meeting my dark ones. She moved so that she was positioned on top of my hardened member, ready to satiate both of our needs. She leaned and kissed me before slamming down onto me.

I gasped from the sudden contact before groaning as she rocked against me, filling me with all the pleasure I could handle. Her lips descended onto mine again, and I happily accepted them, kissing her with the most passion I could muster. Then, she threw her head back and moaned as the pleasure filled her just as intensely as it did to me. I moved my head down and took one of her breasts in my mouth while securing her by keeping my hands locked onto her hips. She began to whisper my name with every stroke, each time uttering it more intensely while I occupied my own mouth to keep my groans suppressed. I removed my mouth and nibbled on her neck, creating another mark to accompany the one from before. I planted more kisses than I could count on her neck and pulse before nibbling on her sweet spot, causing her to moan my name even louder.

"Sasuke!" She half-moaned and half-screamed as she neared completion. I could feel myself nearing completion as she began to move even faster, lifting herself up and down with alarming speed. Her arms were wrapped around the back of my neck as support and I used my hands to guide her as well.

"Sas...uke!" She moaned loudly as she finished. Her walls constricted around me, sending me into completion as well.

"Fuck!" I groaned as I filled her with my fluids. She rocked a couple of more times to completely empty me out before collapsing against my heaving chest. She wasn't moving, and I was a little worried that we had completely drained the energy from each other's body. I rested my head atop of hers and sat there, breathing hard and feeling exhausted, like I said, this girl was going to be the end of me.

"Fuck, Sakura," I breathed out. I felt my chest rumble from her light giggling and I chuckled in response. We sat there, regaining our stamina and ability to breathe for at least 10 minutes. I ended up lifting her off of me and realized that I had never removed myself from inside of her sex. She slightly winced at the loss but laid down next to me regardless.

"Sasuke?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't feel my legs." I looked over to her and we began to laugh at the same time.

We were fucking crazy.

She rolled over and resumed laying her head on my chest before throwing one of her legs over me and putting her entire body on top of mine. She fit perfectly, but I already knew that. I wrapped an arm around her and was overcome with the desire to sleep and recover from our activities.

When I woke up, she was still asleep, breathing calmly and quietly, still peacefully slumbering. I checked the clock and saw it read 7:00. I probably should've woken her and gone back to my apartment so that we could get ready for work, but the way we were right now, her naked body pressed against mine, all I wanted to do was stay there and not move anywhere.

So that's exactly what I did. I absentmindedly twirled a piece of her pink hair while thinking of what lay ahead for us at the office. I was tempted to text Naruto or Kakashi to see if they had gathered any new intel on the theater bombing, but my phone was in my pants, and my pants were on the floor, so that idea was out. I really wanted to find out who the bomber was and why he had done it. It didn't sit right with me, why would someone bomb a movie theater of all places? Sure he might've just wanted to kill some people without motive, but it just didn't feel right. What if he was targeting a person inside the theater? I sighed and continued playing with the pinkette's hair, it was pointless to just think of these possibilities with no basis. The police would have to deal with this, Sakura and I would be busy ourselves. The clock hit 7:10, and I was still laying there, refusing to move with Sakura still quietly asleep on top of me. 7:15 came and passed, followed by 7:20, then 7:30, at which I decided that missing work was probably not a good idea given the amount of time we've both taken off for our respective injuries.

"Sakura," I said before shaking her lightly and rousing her from her sleep.

"Hm?"

"We have to get ready, it's 7:30." She grunted and planted herself back onto me, refusing to move.

"We have to go you annoying girl."

"No."

"Sakura."

"No."

"Sakura."

"No."

"Sakura."

"Ok, fine!"

I smirked as she gave me a small glare before pushing her hands onto my stomach and using me as a support to get off of the bed.

"Annoying," I muttered before grabbing my discarded clothes and slipping into them.

"Do you want to eat something?" She asked.

"Let me shower and put on some clean clothes, I'll be back in 10," I told her. She nodded and walked to the bathroom, and all I did was stare at her naked form like a pervert. I'm a guy, what can I say? I quickly opened the door and walked in, making my way to the bathroom and showering, all the while thinking about the events that had transpired the day before. It all seemed like a dream, like that was what would've happened in a perfect world.

Was confessing really that easy? After I had worried about it for so much time, was that all I had to do? I closed my eyes and remembered what had happened. We told each other how we felt.

We kissed.

A lot.

We went to the bed.

Sex happened.

We fell asleep.

Woke up.

More sex.

Went back to sleep.

Woke up.

Maybe it wasn't that complicated.

I sighed and let the water drench my hair, I missed her touch, it soothed me. Now I just felt...I don't know, sort of empty.

I turned the water off and dried my hair before stealing a glance at my phone. 7:54.

Fuck.

I quickly dried the rest of me and slipped on a long-sleeve shirt and jeans before bolting through the door. I ran down the stairs and almost collided into Sakura, who had been waiting in the building's lobby for me. Dressed in a black t-shirt and green shorts, looking stunning as per usual. She held out something wrapped in foil to me and I took it.

It was a freshly toasted bagel.

She was perfect.

I handed her my car keys and proceeded to sit down in the passenger seat of my Camaro. I bit into my breakfast and rested my head against the window, observing my setting like always. Jacksonville seemed...brighter than usual. I ate in silence, noticing that Sakura was uncharacteristically quiet. She seemed deep in thought, like she was preparing to say something, but she couldn't find the words.

I knew how that felt.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It can wait," was all she said. I sat there, studying her face, noticing how she always looked blank when she was thinking about something. I decided not to pry though, after all, she had done the same for me. We reached the office and I opened the door to leave, but a hand on my arm stopped me.

"Sasuke?" I could tell from her voice that she was nervous about what she was going to say next, so I closed the door and gave her my full attention, as if she didn't always have it. "Sasuke...I, well I wanted to be clear, I guess," she began nervously. She was never nervous, especially not around me, so this definitely must be somewhat important. She began to play with my her fingers and focus her eyes downward, avoiding my gaze, whatever this was, it definitely concerned me. I reached out my hand and settled them onto hers before using the other to tilt her head upwards so that her glowing green eyes could meet my gaze.

"Don't be nervous, it doesn't suit you," I told her. She nodded and took a deep breath before looking me straight in the eyes with her usual intensity, causing me to smirk, my girl was back.

My girl.

"I just want to be clear on what we are, as in our relationship."

That statement always went one of two ways in my experience. One, the guy says that they are a couple, and the girl gets all happy and whatever. Two, the more common one, the guy doesn't know what to say, so the girl gets the opposite of happy and their relationship is pretty much fucked.

I've suffered through plenty of rom-coms with Kakashi to know how this went. To be honest though, I was a little surprised at the question altogether, I thought we were pretty clear on what we were to each other. I opened my mouth to go with option one, but then I closed it, because she deserved more than some simple words. They always said in school that actions speak louder than words anyways.

So I threw option one out of the window, instead making a third option, because I can.

I leaned in and planted a soft kiss onto her lips, and she returned it with the same gentleness. I could feel her lips curving upwards into a smile, option three was a success. I pulled back but kept my forehead on hers because I didn't want to lose the feeling of her skin on mine.

"That's what we are," I whispered softly and sincerely. She smiled at me and nodded, and in that moment, a horrifying conclusion had dawned on me.

"Sasuke?" She called out, noticing the panic-stricken look on my face.

"Oh god," I began, "I've become the guy in romance movies."

There was actual horror in those words, no bullshit.

She burst out laughing, and all I did was glare at her, how could she laugh at something like this?

"You're hopeless," she said in between giggles. I pouted and looked away from her like a child, which only made her laugh more. I decided to exit the car, knowing that she would keep laughing and because my face had turned completely red. Unfortunately, she had seen it, and she was right behind me, still slightly giggling. I wouldn't admit it, because it sounded really corny, but hearing her laugh was soothing, I didn't know why, but it just was. I tried escaping into the elevator from her, but of course she made it in with me.

She had stopped giggling and had settled for leaning her head against my shoulder in the last peaceful moments we had until 4 PM. She began to hum the tune of a song while the elevator climbed the floors, her beautiful lips curved up into an angelic smile, eyes closed, there really never was a time where she didn't look fucking flawless. That also meant there was never a time I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, damn my wandering eyes and perverted mind. The elevator dinged, and we walked out to a bunch of yelling and some confetti.

"WELCOME BACK!" our coworkers shouted in unison before walking up to Sakura and asking her about her wellbeing and whatnot. I sighed, the noise was too much, so I settled for walking over to my desk and landing on my chair. There were some reports for me to fill in, but other than that, there seemed to be nothing else. Thank God, if there was a mountain of paperwork for me to deal with I might as well have just jumped out the window.

Fuck paperwork.

"Enjoying the party?" A man asked me before sliding up a chair next to me.

"Of course, can't you see it on my face?" I mumbled back to Jugo, who seemed to be amused by my expression as always.

"Shouldn't you be with her? You are her partner." "I think she can deal with them, though a lot of the guys had that hungry look in their eyes."

"You don't mind?"

"She can take care of them just fine."

"I see."

"Hn."

"I think Suigetsu might be trying to sneak in a little touch." I shot up and scanned the crowd, but Suigetsu was at the end of it, disappointed that he couldn't get closer to her. I sighed in relief before noticing that Jugo was holding in laughter at what had just occurred.

"What?" I spat out.

"You seem to care an awful lot about her, Sasuke, seems like you've grown attached." The bastard had already figured out my feelings for her, how the hell does he do that?

"You're so weird," I muttered before sitting back down, but now I really was worried that someone would try to feel her up, men do things like that sometimes. I sat there, anxiously waiting for her return while ignoring Jugo, who had began to tease me about her. I tried to tune him out, but he can be so damn annoying when he wants to be.

"Ok, I'll stop," the giant said when I covered my ears to block out the noise. He chuckled and put his chair back before leaving me in peace. I uncovered my ears and spotted the pinkette making her way towards me, finally relieved of the crowd that had gathered around her. She sat down in her chair in the same manner I had, tired of dealing with all those people probably.

"Why are people so tiresome sometimes?" She complained.

"You always attract attention," I pointed out.

"No I don't." I gave her the most incredulous face I could muster, leading her to laugh and cover her mouth to stifle herself.

"I've never heard such a stupid statement," I muttered.

"What?" She protested.

"Everywhere you go guys are always falling over themselves looking at you, hell I've even seen some girls do the same thing." She blushed and hid her face from me, how could she not have noticed all the guys staring at her?

"Annoying and oblivious," I muttered with a smirk plastered on my face. She pouted, and in that moment, all I wanted was to kiss her, but we were at work, and that stuff was prohibited. I noticed how her eyes peered at my lips for a second before turning to her desk. I smirked in satisfaction, knowing that I had the same effect on her as she had on me.

"Oh, Sakura, what are we going to do with you?" I cooed, showing that rare playful side of me that only she drew out. I knew all too well how she would react, but it still satisfied me when her face turned bright red, almost matching her pink locks.

"Stop!" She whined before burying her face onto her desk to prevent anyone else from seeing the blush painted across her cheeks. I chuckled and took out one of the reports on my desk before grabbing a pen and proceeding to fill it out. Most of it was just the usual stuff, filling out case details and costs, this stuff was a breeze, but it didn't make me hate it any less. But when I got to the last file, I froze.

It was a picture of a man with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. His hair covered one of his eyes, and his mouth was curved upwards with a sinister smirk.

The name read: Deidara.

No last name. He was the one who had bombed the theater.

"Sasuke, calm down." Her hand went over mine, calming the trembles that were coursing through my body. I took a deep breath and read over the file.

Multiple counts of arson and murder, the man was wanted in 15 countries and accounted for around 200 kills, he was a top of the line terrorist, meaning he was the worse kind of scum that existed in the work. I trembled with unbridled rage, and I could see my vision changing colors quickly. Deidara was everything wrong with the world, a senseless murderer who enjoyed his work, I could tell from the smirk on his face that he held no remorse.

I had never seen the man before today, but I already held so much hate for him that my mind began to burn with fury. I felt an overwhelming bloodlust, Ibiki had to give us this mission, if Sakura didn't want to come then I would do it myself like I had in the past so many times. My vision was almost crimson at this point from the building rage in my body, and I thought that I was going to scare the shit out of everyone in the office.

"Sasuke," A soft voice said. I whipped my head up to see those pools of emerald staring back at me with that warmth that I had cherished. All it took was one look, and I could feel myself beginning to calm down, my eyes returning to their normal black and my mind no longer plagued with murderous thoughts. I felt all my hatred dwindle away, like she had sealed it away with her eyes. It was replaced by the affection I held for her, how one person could have such an effect on me was anyone's guess, but it didn't matter to me.

"I'm ok," I whispered to her, waiting for her to sit back down before glancing at the file again. According to the information gathered, Deidara was in the state of Florida, he had never left ever since the theater bombing, meaning he was here for something, but we had no idea what that something or someone was, all we knew was that the 5'10" bastard was going down. He was listed as number 6 on the FBI's Most Wanted list currently, probably proud of that standing too, the asshole.

"So you've seen it," Ibiki said, walking towards Sakura and I. "We've put most of our other operations on hold for now just like the other Florida offices, right now the FBI's main focus is finding Deidara, so I want you two to work diligently." He turned his attention to me and his eyes held some concern.

"I know this is personal, Sasuke, but please try not to let your emotions get in the way." I narrowed my eyes at him and held up the file for him to see. "I don't care about him hurting me, I care about this," I said, pointing out a part of the file that detailed his kills. There were numerous witness statements written in the file, but the one that had gotten me so pissed was one from a boy named Konohamaru Sarutobi. He was only 14 years old, and Deidara had killed his parents in a Paris bombing. The boy lived with his grandfather now, so he still had some family left, but losing your parents damages a boy, I knew that all too well.

Ibiki nodded and left for his office to help conduct the investigation with the other station chiefs. I turned to see her staring at me with those comforting eyes again, and I felt the tension leave my bones.

"He's making more kids like me, Sakura, more kids consumed by loneliness and darkness," I began.

"Sasuke, you're not-" she began, but I cut her off.

"I was lucky, Sakura. I have you, Naruto, Kakashi and all of my other friends, but these kids, some of them might not be so lucky. You dragged me from my darkness, but who's going to drag kids like Konohamaru out of theirs?" She pursed her lips and went quiet, probably trying to think of a response to give me. "Come on," I motioned, "we won't find him by just sitting on our asses." I grabbed the file and we walked to the elevator. I punched the button for the ground floor and waited for it to make its way down.

"You're right, Sasuke," She said, gaining my attention, "these kids have lost so much, but you seem to forget that they have people in their lives as well. Konohamaru probably has his own Naruto and Kakashi, he'll have people to guide him after everything he's lost." She paused and looked up at me with her sparkling eyes. "I've seen a lot of people who have lost loved ones, but none of them have been consumed by the darkness like you had, not even close. So if you can come out of the dark, then I think these other kids have a good shot at it as well. You were consumed by more pain than anyone I have ever seen, and you still healed, how about you have some faith in kids like Konohamaru to do the same. He has his grandfather just like you had Kakashi, and I'm willing to bet money he has his own version of a Naruto too."

I opened my mouth to respond to her, to tell her that she was wrong, to tell her that loneliness is a curse, but than I thought about it, and it dawned on me that she was right, as usual. People usually got over their loss, even if it took longer than expected, but they bounced back. I never let myself get over it, I chose to lead my life based on a tragedy. I chose to be lonely, I didn't have to be.

"Loneliness is a choice, Sasuke, not an excuse," she said, reading my mind. I stared ahead at the elevator doors, fighting the urge to tell her how right she was. "Also we're going to catch this bastard, anyways, so I don't know why you're so worried," she said nonchalantly. I chuckled and leaned my head against the elevator walls, closing my eyes and relaxing myself. The doors finally opened and I walked out with her, ready to find Deidara and give him a little payback.

We got into my car and looked at the file again. Deidara's exact whereabouts were unknown, however, thanks to some recon from the Tampa office, they had narrowed it down to Fort Myers, a major tourist destination, a populated area, meaning the perfect target. The city was surrounded by beaches and was only accessible through the various bridges leading into it. However, the bad part was, Fort Myers was a 5 hour drive from Jacksonville, meaning we would have to be inactive for 5 hours.

"Damn it," I sighed before noticing a couple of men approaching our window. I rolled down my window to greet Jugo and Suigetsu, who seemed to be coming to Fort Myers as well.

"Hey, Sasuke," Jugo greeted. I nodded in return and glared at Suigetsu, who was staring at Sakura. Thankfully, Jugo had noticed and elbowed Suigetsu to bring him back to Earth.

"S-sorry!" He stammered before rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

"Us and some of the other field operatives are heading down to Fort Myers as well, we can work together once we're there, Sasuke," Jugo explained.

"Hn," I acknowledged.

"Follow my car, we'll all be traveling together but in separate cars. I'm sure you'll appreciate that."

The orange-haired man gave me a knowing smile, and I was suddenly filled with the desire to knock some of his teeth out. Suigetsu followed Jugo to their RAV4 and I waited for them to leave the station before revving up my engine and following them.

"I'll drive the second half," Sakura stated.

"No, get some rest."

"I can sleep for the first half, then you can sleep the second."

"Just let me drive the whole way."

"That's not fair to you! I know you're looking out for me but I'm not a child, I can take care of myself." I sighed in defeat, I just could never win an argument against her.

"Fine." She sat back in her seat with a victorious smirk before removing her shoes and stretching out her legs.

"You can lay down in the back, you know," I told her.

"I could," she said before leaning her head onto my shoulder. It only took her 3 minutes to fall asleep, and silence ensued. As I followed Jugo, I found myself thinking back to when Naruto showed me the image of the back of Deidara's head from the theater camera. He must not have known it was there, which was surprisingly sloppy for such a well-known criminal. Normally he was the type to always show his face somewhere nearby his exploits.

In Paris, he had shown his face to a camera a couple of blocks from the restaurant he had rigged. In another attack in Tokyo, he had grinned at a camera near Tokyo Tower. He was the type to love attention, so why didn't he show his face here? More importantly, he was known for hitting big cities: Paris, Tokyo, Seoul, Moscow, those types of places, why go from all those big name cities to Jacksonville?

Don't get me wrong, I love my home, but its not nearly as recognizable as his other targets. I pulled out my phone and tapped on Naruto's number, careful not to wake the sleeping pinkette.

"Yo," he greeted, "wanna get some food later?"

"Can't, driving to Fort Myers right now."

"What?"

"Remember the theater bomber? Turns out he's number 6 on the FBI's Most Wanted, and he's in Fort Myers right now, Ibiki deployed most of the agents to go find him, so that's where we're going."

"Oh, when you coming back?"

"I don't know, we're trying to get him as fast as possible, obviously, but who knows, the man is a criminal mastermind."

"Who's gonna keep my company now?"

"You have other friends."

"But they never wanna do anything."

"Maybe you should try finding a girl then." My mind drifted to Hinata for a second, but knowing Naruto, he would stay oblivious for the rest of eternity.

"Speaking of girls, how'd it go with Sakura?"

I thought back to our "activities" last night when he mentioned that. "It actually went well."

"Tell me everything!"

"No, stop being weird."

"Ha! That means you guys did nasty things!"

"I am not having this conversation."

"Ok, fine. So tell me more about this Most Wanted guy."

"Name's Deidara, has notable attacks in Paris, Tokyo, Seoul, and Moscow among others. His file indicates that he's affiliated with other people, but we don't know who are what they are, but he usually goes lone wolf during bombings, but he could definitely have people who work with him."

"So where do you think he's going to try and strike?"

"Fort Myers has a lot of tourists everywhere, I'm thinking at one of the main attractions."

"You better find him, I'm googling his attacks right now and this guy has killed some big names. He's killed some Paris politician and the son of one of Tokyo's biggest businessmen."

When Naruto said that, something in me clicked. "I have to go," I said quickly before hanging up. "Sakura, wake up," I whispered before nudging her.

She blinked a couple of times before noticing the look on my face. "What is it?"

"Can you check the victims for his bombing in Seoul?" She looked through the names and rattled them off, most were just civilians, but there a couple of names that were recognizable. 3 of them were highly regarded businessmen, but the name that caught my attention was Jacque de Molay, a French SCRT agent.

"Check Moscow." Again, civilians, except for a Russian politician who served under Putin.

"Oh my god," I breathed out, how could the FBI have overlooked this?

"Sasuke, what does this mean?"

"All of his attacks have been assassinations masked by civilians, I should've known!"

"But who's in Fort Myers?" My eyes widened and I stared out at the road at Jugo's car.

It crept up onto me, the realization that Deidara was so much more than a simple terrorist, that if he wanted to, he could rig a bomb anywhere he wanted, and we would be too late to stop him. He was a true sadist, savoring every kill under his name, enjoying the fact that his name could strike fear into the governments of the world. There was no mindless killing, his attacks were calculated. He had gone to some of the world's largest cities and left without a trace. The only evidence we had was what he gave us when he looked to the cameras and smirked for the world to see.

Now, he was in Fort Myers, and it was no coincidence that the entirety of our Jacksonville Office was en route.

Who was his target? That question seemed quite simple now.

"Us," I whispered quietly. Sakura froze. I looked over and saw fear creep into her eyes as she shuddered slightly.

"What do we do?" She asked quietly. The fear had made its way into her voice, and I couldn't blame her. The number 6 man on the FBI's Most Wanted was after us, even I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy at the thought. She began to shake slightly, the cold reality of our situation slowly taking over her body.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"You are not going to die, Sakura, that's not an option."

"It's not me I'm worried about, Sasuke, it's you."

"You know me, I'll be fine." I pressed my fingers onto her forehead and watched her worried expression slowly vanish, replaced with a soft smile and adoring eyes. She held onto my hand for the rest of my shift, all the way until we made a pit stop at a gas station. When I slipped my hand away to get out of the car, I noticed her expression turn to one of disappointment.

That's when I realized I was her anchor, just like she was mine, we were two pieces that completed each other, as weird as that sounds. I quickly went into the bathroom and came back to the car a minute later, slipping into the passenger seat and waiting for Sakura to finish filling the car up with gas. She slipped into the driver seat quietly and caught my eye.

My eyes held hers, and silent words were exchanged. We smiled at each other and I planted a kiss on her forehead before leaning back in my seat and closing my eyes.

Within a minute, we were back to following Jugo and Suigetsu with the other agents from our office following closely behind, we were like something out of Fast and Furious. My gaze landed on her, as it always seemed to, and I quickly found my body willing itself to rest for the 150 minutes that were left in our trip. I obeyed, closing my eyes with a ghost of a smile on my lips.