Chapter Six
Slightly screwed

He was nervous as hell. It felt like it was his first time all over again. What was wrong with him? He'd done this dozens of times before, how come he was stumbling now? And how come she wasn't? She was kissing the life out of him without hesitation. Shouldn't she be the nervous one? And where the hell did she learn to kiss like that?

Just as the question appeared in his mind, the activity in question stopped.

He felt her ease out of the kiss and her eyes opened. Her lips were swollen and a shade of red. Guess he hadn't been kissing her as gently as he had assumed.

"You don't have to Sasuke, I understand why you wouldn't want to," she murmured, her eyes looking at his chest, avoiding direct eye contact with him.

Great, they were back to square one. Sasuke wondered if he should take this second chance to get out of the lingering chaos. Then again, he was a man of chance, and there was no way he was turning back now, not after getting a small taste of her, and finally having the opportunity to get all of her, with or without a future price.

"What I want, Sakura, is to know how you want it," he said with a smug look, as if none of this was affecting him in anyway. "Unless you want to play it by ear and just let me have my way with you?" He teased and held back a chuckle as she blushed red.

"Don't be a perv!" she replied and slapped his shoulder, causing him to laugh.

"Sweetheart, that's exactly what I intend to be. Now stand up."

Sakura was taken aback by his playful attitude. She was afraid that he was going to remain stoic and serious throughout the whole time. But there he went again, surprising her with his change of attitude. Holding up her dress with one hand, she got off his lap and stood by his feet.

"Let go of the dress."

She bit her bottom lip, hesitating. "I don't have a bra on though." This caused another chuckle to erupt from Sasuke.

"It wouldn't matter, that would've been removed just as well…now I'm waiting," Sasuke mused, lightly tapping his right foot on the floor. He tried to be as cool as possible, he didn't want her to see how nervous he really was, or else she would be running back to her room.

It hadn't occurred to Sakura that she would in fact have to be fully naked, nor how awkward she would feel. It's like wearing a bikini on the beach, he's seen me in plenty of those only it's an invisible bikini this time. She told herself in encouragement. That thought slightly helped. "Fine, but if you make fun of my breasts, I will kill you," she warned murderously.

Not waiting for his response, she took in a deep breath and let the dress slip through her fingers, pooling around her feet. If someone had told her, a few hours ago, that she would be standing practically naked in front of her best friend, she would've laughed in their face and accused them of being high. Yet, there she was, doing the unimaginable. Damn, she wondered if she had taken it too far and whether or not it was too late to turn back.

But would she want to turn back, or take the opportunity of being with Sasuke for once? Even for a night? Ino was so screwed up by planting the idea in her head. And she was screwed up for finally making it happen. Everything was screwed up. But you know what was even more screwed up? Sasuke gawking at her for a good minute without doing or saying anything.

"Well, are you just going to sit there and stare!?" She huffed, her hands on her hips, forgetting for a moment that she was naked and the movement made her breasts perk up.

Her voice brought him back to reality. He hadn't realized he had spaced out, lost in his world of right and wrong. The moment her dress had fallen, he was in a trance. His best friend was standing in front of him, barely a foot away, with nothing but black lacey panties on. What in the world? He must be dreaming. All of it must be a dream. No way in hell was innocent, little Sakura standing in front of him with her breasts exposed, her hands on her hips.

Her mouth moved, she was saying something he couldn't comprehend because he was still lost in his thoughts. Though with the way her weight fell onto one leg, and her arms now crossed over chest, he could tell he had annoyed her.

"You have to the count of three to say something, Sasuke Uchiha, or I'm going to give you a black eye. One…"

His mind was starting to register what was happening. He was sitting in silence while she was standing there, stark naked. He probably was making her feel self-conscious.

"Two…"

And she had no reason to feel self-conscious because she was—

"Three."

On the last count, Sasuke stood up, took her face into his hands and leaned toward her. "Beautiful." He finished his thought out loud and smashed his lips to hers. He had never called a girl beautiful. He wasn't that type of flirt. Actually, he wasn't much of a flirt at all. Girls just threw themselves on him because of his looks and of his name, which came with a lot of money. He never had to try to get a girl. All he had to do was meet their eyes, and they were hooked.

So he had no reason to give them petty compliments. He had no intention of keeping anyone longer than necessary. He was young, and had too much to do. Worrying about pleasing girls in other manners than sex was out of the question. He had a future to plan, and a serious relationship was not part of that plan…yet.

He knew he had surprised her with that gesture, but he was pretty sure he had surprised himself more. Beautiful was a word that someone who was emotionally attached would use. He most definitely was not emotionally attached to his best friend in that way.

Oh, who was he kidding? He loved her. It was easy to admit the fact to himself. He had always loved her. She was the one good thing in his life. He was just too screwed up to admit it to her. His life was a mess and his family was torn. She needed to be surrounded with affection, and love, and a family. She was the type who would want live in one of those big white picket-fenced house, with a guy that doted on her every word, and they would have only two kids because she liked everything to be perfectly even.

He played enough "doll house" with her when they were kids to know what she wanted, and she wasn't the type of person to change her mind.

All and all, he wasn't good for her.

Her cool hand on the nape of his neck brought him back to the present moment again. He was kissing her raw, and she was following his every motion. Her fingers twirled in his hair, giving him a playful tug, which caused him to smirk against her lips.

Sakura was lost in his kiss, and his touch. His right hand caressed her naked back, while the other held her face to his. His tongue danced alongside hers, and it was toxic. She had done her fair share of kissing, but this may be the best kiss ever.

It even won over her very first kiss, which was with the same guy. But he didn't know that small detail. It was freshman year of college, their first college party. He had been drunk, losing a bet to Naruto. She had arrived purposely late so she could avoid a portion of the party. She had only gone because Ino said she had to, part of the college experience apparently.

He had spotted her from across the room where she was having a discussion on the importance of insects with a shady looking guy. Out of nowhere, she had been picked up by her waist, pushed against the wall, and his lips crashed into hers before she could protest. Of course no one from their circle of friends had seen the interaction, they were near the corner of the dorm room, everyone else had been too focused on the beer pong game going on.

He had kissed her roughly and hungry just like he was doing this very moment. Sakura had kissed him back, slowly and hesitantly, not knowing what to do, or how to do it. But she had caught on to his rhythm and before she knew it, she was making out with Sasuke Uchiha, against the wall, at a party. Never had she thought that would occur. But of course, the moment was ruined when he placed her down and puked into the flower pot.

He had been drunk, that was the explanation for his actions. He had passed out shortly after, leaving Sakura to take care of him. The next day in class, he was back to normal, and it seemed that he had no recollection of what he had done at the party. She figured it was best that way. She kept it a secret, one of the very few she kept from him.

But now it was different, he wasn't drunk. He was well aware of what he was doing and it was amazing.

He didn't break the kiss, as he lifted her up by her hips, guiding her legs around his waist, and he turned around, leaning towards the bed until he felt her hit the bed. With an arm around her waist, he pulled her against the bed, until she was laying in the middle, with him on top.

From that point on, there was no talking, just him kissing her, touching her, gliding his free hand up and down her body while his other supported his weight.

Her hands ventured on his shoulders, then on his chest, then on his back. She enjoyed the feel of his hard skin against the palm of her hands. It wasn't until his mouth left hers, and found its way to her breast, did she realize how far gone in La La Land she was.

"Sasuke," she gasped at the mere contact of his tongue on her nipple. She had to look away; it was too weird to see him do that. It felt weird. A good kind of weird, and yet so wrong.

He felt her squirm underneath him when he touched her other breast, he was about to stop to ask if she was okay, but then she moaned and it only added fuel to his engine.

"Oh my gosh," she breathed the moment he blew cold air on her erect nipple, causing the saliva to dry and send an unknown sensation down to her stomach.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd assume this was the first time someone played with your breasts, Sakura," he said smugly, looking up at her from his position. When she didn't respond, his raised his head higher. He caught her gaze and his eyes widened. "No way."

Sakura hit him on his chest. "Don't be a prick," she mumbled as she tried to sit up. She was a little embarrassed by her lack of experience, and more so by the sounds she was making. It seemed unnatural, then again, she was sure it was normal, she'd had seen plenty of steamy movies to know that. Not to mention the porn videos Ino had shown her for fun.

He didn't let her sit up. He pushed her back onto the mattress, and let more of his weight fall on her, crushing her down. He felt her breasts against his chest, and it felt amazing.

"I can't breathe," she whined, though it wasn't true, she just wanted him to get off her.

"Let me get this straight…of all the boyfriends you've had, not one—not a single one of them managed to get this far?" he asked, trying to hide his amusement. He didn't budge when she tried to push at his chest. He knew how much weight he was exerting on her, and it wasn't enough to make her uncomfortable. She was just trying to escape.

She shrugged at the question, not meeting his gaze. That earned her a deep chuckle in response.

"So you led them on with all your kisses and touches, but stopped as soon as things as went south? Damn, you're cold."

She knew he was trying to joke around, make fun as he usually did, but it still made her want to defend herself. "Not my fault they weren't good at turning me on," she replied, surprising herself with what she said.

Another laugh from her best friend.

"You're a fucking tease, sweetheart," he murmured into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, all the way to the tip of her toes.

She shrugged again, not sure how to respond to that one. Ino had called her a tease many times, but she never did it on purpose. She had every intention of going "somewhere" with her previous boyfriends, but it just never did. As soon as they would try to put their hands under her shirt, or in her pants for that matter, she would freeze. Their touches weren't magic, like she had read in her romance books, it was the opposite, they had felt like bugs crawling on her skin, and she wanted nothing more than to jump into a hot shower and scrub their touches away.

She had issues, she was aware of that.

Yet here she was, naked underneath Sasuke, and she enjoyed his every touch, no matter how shocking the touch made her feel. Maybe Ino was right. You had to really know the person and trust them whole-heartedly to enjoy such an experience.

Her senses came back and she smirked. Just because she was in this position with her best friend, didn't mean she couldn't retaliate. They still had their games and their fun. She may be at her most vulnerable time right now, but she could still attack back.

He was nibbling on her ear lob all the while she was lost in her thoughts, giving her time to act on her plan. She traced the curve of his abs with her index finger.

"Baby, if I were a tease you wouldn't last a minute with me," she whispered into his ear just as her hand glided over his cock. His cotton pajama pants were so thin, she could feel every part of him as he rubbed him up and down in a slow pace.

"Fuck," he cursed into her ear and breathed deeply. Where the hell did that come from? He wondered.

She wasn't totally naive. She had watched her fair share of porn videos to know how to handle a man, she just never played such actions out. She knew what went on between partners, how that touch had made him feel. She knew guys liked that, but she just never cared to give it a try. Her second boyfriend had literally begged her for a blowjob, he would even settle for a handjob, she had left him hard as rock and never spoke to him after. She didn't care to please any of them, and yet, right now, with Sasuke, she found herself caring, wanting to prove that she wasn't a total prude. She wanted to please him. The feeling was strange and unknown, but she liked it. The idea frightened her but thrilled her just as much, if not more.

Suddenly her wrist was grabbed, and her hand was pressed down onto the mattress beside her head.

"What's the matter, couldn't handle it?" She playfully said and stuck out her tongue.

Sasuke didn't know what to do first. Return to her sensual breasts? Bite that tongue of hers? Remove her panties and just take her? The rest of the foreplay could come after. He just wanted her.

He placed more weight on her, so she could feel his hardened cock against her parted legs as he dipped down and took her tongue in his mouth. While he distracted her with kisses, he tugged on her panties. He wasn't sure if she was absent-mindly lifting her hips so he could remove them, or if she was as eager to have him as he was her.

His question was answered when he felt her hands at the waistband of his pants. She untied the knot and pushed them downwards, over his butt. He broke the heated kiss only for a moment to kick the pants off.

Looking down at her, he was mesmerized by her beauty and her innocence. Her eyes sparkled a deep shade of green, the shadows covered a portion of her, but he knew her too well to not know her features.

He leaned into her, grabbing her leg from behind her knee and placing it around his waist. His tip of the nose touched hers and he lightly kissed her lips, down to her jaw, on the side of neck, to her collarbone, and then to her breasts. He nibbled and licked, until he had her panting.

"You're killing me," she breathed heavily, one hand was tangled in his hair while the other rested on his shoulder.

He returned back to her mouth, biting her lip. "You want me?" he asked with hooded eyes. He was trying his best to take it slow. There was so much more he wanted to do to her. Other places he wanted to touch and kiss, but he took it one step at a time. She only just got used to him sucking on her breasts, he didn't want to frighten her with too many things at once. Maybe he should save the rest of the foreplay for next time?

Next time?

He mentally punched himself. There wasn't going to be a next time. But he had her for the night, or was she going to jump out of his bed the moment he finished with her? She seemed to be enjoying everything he was doing to her, so he dared to think that she would stick around a little longer. A man could hope, right?

"Yes," she replied against his lips. "I want you." She felt the tip of his cock near her entrance and closed her eyes.

"It may-" Sasuke began to warn her but was silenced with her mouth.

"I'm well aware of how it goes Sasuke," she breathed and moved her pelvis against him.

That was about as a green light as he'd get. He felt the tightness of her as he forced himself through the barrier and buried himself deep in her.

Her small scream was muffled by his lips as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Her breathing slowed.

Sasuke waited a moment before moving slowly out of her and then back in. After a few slow thrusts, her body started to relax, and she started to move alongside him. He wrapped his arms around her and placed part of his weight on top of her as he continued to move. The sound of her moaning between their kisses and panting was bringing him to his end, but he tried to remain focused so he could let her enjoy her moment. He had to remind himself that this was for her.

She clawed deeper into his back and her breathing quickened in pace. "Sasuke..." she moaned, her eyes closed tight. A tingling was building up deep inside her, waiting to burst. She felt her toes starting to curl. His weight on her had never felt more pleasurable than it was at this moment. Her body was covered in his sweat. She could hear him breathing heavily beside her. She took advantage of his head resting beside hers as she raised her own head higher to grab hold of his ear lobe with her mouth. She bit him in a playful way and then brushed her tongue against his ear. She felt him shake.

"Sakura," he breathed, helplessly.

Her moaning and gasps quickened as she continued to move against him, the tingling finally reaching to a peak that she couldn't control. She felt her toes curl and her back arch slightly under him.

"Damn it," Sasuke groaned as he felt the warmth from her release. No longer able to hold himself back, he pulled out of her and stroked himself to a finish on the inside of her thigh. He collapsed on her.

Sakura felt the warm stickiness of his cum on her inner thigh making her realize how dumb she was for not remembering to use a condom.

"Sasuke," she whispered.

"Hn?" he mumbled, still wrapped up with her. His head rested on her shoulder.

"We didn't use a condom," she whispered again.

He chuckled lowly, "It's okay, I pulled out."

"Yea, I know, but still, I mean-"

"Don't worry, you're fine." He pushed himself off her. "Don't move, I'll be right back."

Sakura nodded and let her body relax. She heard water running from the bathroom. Just as she was about to sit up and compose her self, he came back into the room with a towel in his hand. She flushed as realization of her situation hit her. She was probably a mess down there. She reached for the bed sheet to cover her self up but he was already by her side.

"Just lay down and relax, it's fine," Sasuke said in a soft tone as he pressed the wet towel on her inner thigh to clean her up. Sakura winced at the sting when he bought the towel closer to her opening. "Sorry," he murmured.

"It's okay," she breathed. "Thank you."

"Hn." Sasuke dropped the towel on the floor by the bed and crawled back into bed, covering them both with the bed sheet.

She had remained in his bed, hadn't even tried to leave. She had simply dozed off right after murmuring into his ear, "That was perfect."

She laid half on top of him, half on the bed. The bed sheet was tangled with their lower body. He rubbed her back slowly and she moaned in her sleep, causing him to smirk and wonder if she was dreaming of him.

He hadn't slept a wink, couldn't even if he tried. She was haunting his every thought, just as he knew she would, which was why he hadn't wanted to go down this road from the beginning. But he did it, no turning back now.

It was nearly five in the morning, and still sleep wouldn't come. He knew in a few hours, she would be gone, and not his to touch again. So he took this last chance to have her again.

He gently turned her on back, and started placing kisses on her neck, downward. He bit here and there, leaving small marks on her pale skin. The sun was creeping into the room, slowly, enabling him to see her better.

A light shade of red appeared on her skin wherever he kissed her. Her breasts perked up immediately to his attention. She had small breasts, but they fit perfectly into his palm, and he loved them. He loved the feel of her skin against his, and the way she had said his name over and over as he made love to her hours ago. He loved her long hair, and her plump lips. He loved her long legs and especially loved them around his waist. He loved the way she touched him, a little unsure, but wanting to explore.

He loved her.

What if he told her that right now, as she was waking up? What would she do?

She would probably run out of the room.

He had nearly said that to her just as they both came in each other's arms hours earlier. Thank god he hadn't or else she would've thought he was just saying that because of the heat of the moment and would've hated him for it.

Some things were probably best left unsaid.

"Sasuke," she whispered, reaching for his face to bring to hers. His lips met her and they battled with their tongues as he touched her, lower and lower, until his finger was inside her, and she let him without hesitation.

She was hot and willing, and desire burned inside him to see her like this with him. It gave him some sort of inward pleasure knowing he was her first in nearly every sexual way. He wondered who her first kiss was, but didn't delay too much on that thought. He didn't want to waste any second on thoughts and possibilities when she was right where he wanted her: underneath him, moaning for more.

Sakura was sure she was in dreamland. She was waking up to her best friend kissing her and touching her in unimaginable places. He was bringing her to the edge. She was panting and moaning his name in between kisses. She felt him inside her, it felt alien like, yet so good, so perfect. Her eyes were hooded as she matched his every thrust. Her back arched at the sensations.

This was magic.

All the books she had read, and movies she had watched, and the first kiss she had shared years ago with him. Everything had surrounded him all this time. No wonder she didn't want any other guy. She always kept comparing their kisses to that one kiss, and none had lived up to it. That memory of that kiss was always so bright in her mind, that no other man could match it. And she hadn't realized just how important that kiss had become to her. How hard she had tried to find someone that could bring the same feelings in her as had that first kiss. But no one had been able to.

Only his kiss made her feel so alive. It only took her this long to realize that all this time, she had been looking for someone she already had.

Her best friend.

She knew she loved him. That was a fact she wouldn't deny herself. But that wasn't something she would share with anyone, especially not him. She would scare him away. He wasn't the boyfriend type, he wasn't the serious relationship type, he wasn't the future type. He was the boy you date just to rebel against your parents. He was the boy you date because everyone wanted him.

They wouldn't be good together. He wasn't ready for what she wanted. She dozed into another deep sleep, and dreamt of him.

A loud buzz startled her awake. "Dammit," she said as she hit the alarm clock. It blinked 7:00 a.m. over and over. "Holy shit," she whispered when she realized where she was, and whose arm was around her waist, and whose naked leg was entangled with hers.

What should she do? Should she wait until he woke up? Or should she leave before then, in order to avoid any awkwardness? Damn, damn, damn, she kept repeating in her head. It would probably be best if she just left before he woke up, that would give him privacy to himself, right?

His breathing was stable, she felt his heart against her body. He was probably knocked out and wouldn't feel her move. She decided to give it a try. She slowly inched her leg away from his, pausing every few seconds to check if he was waking up.

Sasuke tried his best to stabilize his breathing and pretend to be asleep. He felt her move beside him. He knew she was trying to leave. The question was, whether or not he should let her leave without a confrontation of some sort? She managed to get her leg free from his. Every few moments, she would pause and look up at him to see if he was awake, so he would quickly shut his eyes in between those glances.

Now she had to remove his arm, in which he purposely put more weight onto it and shuffled closer to her, all awhile pretending to be asleep. He could feel her heartbeat pacing quickly. She was terrified of him waking up but he wasn't ready to let her go that easily. He knew he shouldn't be too hard on her. There are times when being a jerk was uncalled for. So after a few more minutes of holding her against his naked body, and mentally saying goodbye to her, he let go and rolled on his side, turning his back to her.

He let her go without trouble, it was for the best. Though he couldn't ignore the ache in his chest the moment he felt the mattress lift up from the absence of her weight. What was he expecting? For her to roll on top of him, whisper sweet nothings to him and make love all over again? Who was he kidding?

An hour later, he decided to finally get out of bed and take a shower, he had to go to work after all. He headed straight for the bathroom, in hopes that he wouldn't run into her yet. He heard scrimmaging in the kitchen and figured she was there, eating.

Forty-five minutes later, he was washed, shaved, and dressed in his suit for work. The moment of truth had arrived; he was going to have to face her. Taking a deep breath, he casually walked into the kitchen, only to narrow his eyes at the sight.

There was flour over the kitchen counter, broken egg shells everywhere, pans, and mixing bowls left and right.

"What in the world are you doing?" he inquired at the girl, whose head was in the refrigerator.

"Ow!" she screeched when she thumped her head on the roof of the fridge. "You scared me, you big jerk!" she grumbled, rubbing the top of her head.

She was in light blue scrubs, her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had chocolate on the side of her lip. Suddenly her frown turned into a pleasant smile. "I baked you a cake," she announced, causing Sasuke to raise an eyebrow in question.

She baked me a cake? He thought, bemused.

Sakura didn't like the grin on his face. "Hey now, don't get any ideas. I did it because I know you like cake, well at least the one I bake, and I wanted to say thank you, for you know, that, and the cake is all yours, because I know how you don't like sharing." Sakura was fumbling for words. She was pretty sure she was making a fool out of herself. She had no idea what in Gods name made her bake a cake for him, but it was the first thing that popped into her head.

His brow rose even higher as his eyes twinkled with mischief. "Let me get this straight…" he started walking towards her. "You baked me a cake in order to thank me for having sex with you?" he said straight out.

Sakura crossed her arms over her chest, annoyed. "Well you don't have to sound so vulgar! Jerk!" she gushed red in embarrassment.

Sasuke eyed her movements carefully. They reminded him of only a few hours ago, when she was standing naked in front of him with her hands over her naked breasts. Goddamn. He promised himself that he wouldn't be hard on her about what happened between them, so he decided to go back to his playful mood.

"Hn. That's fine and all. Actually it's great, because as you said, I do love cake. But the only confusing part is when you said I didn't have to share it," he said, this time towering over her.

"What's so confusing about that?"

"Because you little devious tease, you took a bite out of it," he replied in a husky tone as he wiped the chocolate frosting from the corner of her mouth with his thumb and then licked it. "Yum, I'll eat it when I come back. See you later." he winked. He headed out the kitchen, leaving a very flustered Sakura behind.

Sakura was finally able to breathe normal the moment he left. His cologne was so strong, it reminded her of the scent that was all over her body before she showered. She leaned on the counter and let out a sigh. "Well, that went better than expected."

She was glad they could still argue and laugh at each other. It was normal behavior. They wouldn't ever mention that moment. They would pretend it never happened. But Sakura knew she was never going to forget no matter how hard she tried. That didn't mean she was going to appear it had affected her in any way. She's going to show Sasuke that he had no effect on her, whatsoever.

Devious tease.

That's what he had called her. Was that his way of him trying to remind her of what happened? Of him trying to tell her that he wouldn't forget? She contemplated that idea throughout her whole morning.

Sasuke spent the better part of his work day replaying his night with Sakura. He could swear he still had her scent on himself even though he took a shower. He was going crazy with thoughts of her. Her naked image in his mind. Her moans. Her Touches.

Damn, he was screwed. It was just sex, he reminded himself, Get over it. It's not like this was his first time he was with a girl for a one time fuck. Hookups were invented for a reason. He just needed some time to regain his composure.

Okay, so maybe he was only slightly screwed. With some time to himself, he'd be fine.

He was just temporarily screwed, that's all.

He just needed to remind himself that it was her idea and he was just helping out a friend in need. Now they go back to being the friends they always were.

"Yo, man! We're hitting the bar tonight, you in?" his co-worker slapped him on his shoulder as he walked by his desk.

Bar? Yeah, that should be a good way to get over that moment with her.

Sasuke nodded in response and went back to typing away on his desktop. Tsk. He needed to focus on his work. He had a lot of financial reports to write up but had yet to complete one.

He would try and get over her as best he could, even if only slightly over her, anything at this point would help.

Going to the bar and hanging out with his friends will be a good time.

Hours later...

Okay, so going to the bar and hanging out with his friends was not a good time after all because she was there.

Dammit.

Sasuke hadn't expected to see Sakura there. He wasn't sure if he should tell the blonde chick to get off his lap, or to pretend that Sakura seeing him with her was no big deal.

Either way, he knew, that down the line, what they did together would come back to haunt them both. He didn't know how or when, but it would happen. And then what? Where would they go from there? Would they drift apart? Or be together?

Only time would tell.

She started walking towards his table, with a beer bottle in hand. His heartbeat increased tremendously as he watched her hips sway side to side and her red dress hugged her every curve. The black heels caused her legs to appear longer, and the low cut exposed her cleavage. Damn, he was screwed all over again.

Screwed. Screwed. Screwed.

"Long day at work, munchkin?" she said with an evil grin as she was in earshot of the table.

He tried to hide his irritation at the word munchkin. "Can't complain, sweetheart," he replied. The blonde girl looked from him to Sakura and snarled as she wrapped an arm around his neck.

Sasuke ignored the blonde girl, but didn't move her away either. He couldn't help but wonder what Sakura was thinking. The grin was still there on her lips, but he knew she was hiding behind that facade.

"Well, since I saw you from across the bar, I figured I'd come tell you to not wait up for me. Ino and I are going bar hoping," she informed him with a pleasant smile, she turned to walk away, but then quickly paused, looking over her shoulder, she said, "Oh! And I couldn't help myself, I ate some of your cake earlier...but I saved you a slice."

She was freaking asking for it, that's all he knew. The sneaky little witch just had to remind him of their time together in such a casual way. There was nothing casual about what they did.

What did he do now? Follow her to every bar she went to? Let her go and pretend she had no affect on him? Or take her home and fuck her? The last part would only happen if she directly asked for it, which she probably never will again, and there was no way he was purposely making a move on her unless she drove him to the brink. He figured it was best to let her go for now.

He would be waiting for her at home and then they could discuss the importance of what "I don't like to share" meant.