**I disclaim the anime/manga at all costs, and am not affiliated with any groups in the making of Naruto**
I just write fanfictions, with the hoping intentions that one day they'll realize that Sasuke and Sakura were meant to be and all of our hard work on writing these fanfictions paid off and opened their eyes. :D One day… you'll see. XD
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A/N; Another OOC warning. He and she will continue to be OOC throughout the story. It's not going to be a long 20 chapter story. Maybe a few more chapters… at most.
Thank you for the people who were nice enough to review! I loved getting those e-mails in my inbox saying "Review alert!" I was all like, *SQUEA* *fangirl!* haha.
Thank you to: dominiqueanne, C.A.M.E.O.1 and Only, pink-strawberries, B Daniels, Nameless Blossom, xxxemiko itooshixxx, Reality's the worst nightmare. :D
Nameless Blossom: The beginning was merely defined as trying to suck the reader in. I know it probably scared most people away because it had Karin in it. xD And I hate Karin as much as the next person, but I needed someone who had an unhealthy obsession with him, and someone who wouldn't be so shy about having this non-passionate sex. And Karin happened to be that person. I didn't want to change characters around too much and make it someone like… Ino. And I didn't want to make someone up. So, that's why Karin was in the beginning. She probably (can't make any promises) won't be in this story again, unless I kill her… xD And no, hebi isn't in Konoha. It'll be cleared up later.
Rating; M for Mature audience.
Pairing(s); SasuSaku
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x; Craved.
Left and right, her eyes scanned with caution. She was determined not to run into him again, and have to deal with him. It wasn't as if he himself scares her. No, that's not the case. It's what he wants from her that scares her. It's what his body wants from her. And it's what her body wants from him.
Never has there been a case where her very being wants someone so bad, and they can literally feel the other person's desire to have them. She's never even heard of such a thing. It's unexplainable, and it's something she can't give in, too, as much as she wants to.
Why are you doing this to me? She mentally asked herself as she was slowly walking to her apartment again. Her caution went down, and she wasn't scanning as much as she was earlier, when she ran away from him. She sighed, hugging herself once again to give her the self comfort that she needs. Who else would she get it from?
Why! Why me! Why is this happening? She never knew the feeling of wanting something so bad could be so frightening. Or the feeling of someone wanting her equally as bad could be as frightening. It's not the case of someone wanting her that scares her. Because she's always dreamed that one day she could settle down with a family; with children to take care of, and a husband to adore. But what Sasuke wants from her is sex. Just plain and simple sex. That is what truly scares her. Because she wants it too, and never has she desired something like sex in her life. If she had sex, it would be with the perfect man. Not someone who wants it once, and that's it. That is why she can't give in to her own needs, and Sasuke's.
Would it really be plain and simple sex? A voice inside of her spoke. Sakura's insides froze. She didn't know what to think at the moment. Of course it would be just plain simple sex. What else would it be? Not like he wanted anything more from her.
Hot, steamy sex. Sakura couldn't help but stop walking, halting her from going any further. She couldn't believe the things her mind was thinking, when she did not want to think such thoughts. She was having this emotional battle with herself, a fight for who will come out on top. Herself, or inner Sakura.
Hot nights, and untamed passion. "Shut up!" She dug her fingers through her hair and shook her head violently. These are not the things she should be thinking! She was purely innocent, not so much as a taint of black in her whatsoever. Yet, the innocent girl was having a battle with her own self to stop thinking of these erotic fantasies that were randomly appearing in her mind.
She decided to get moving again. She couldn't stand outside in the middle of the night arguing with herself. People would think she's gone crazy. She'd think she's gone crazy.
She wasn't merely walking home, she was almost running. Just as she did when she ran away from Sasuke. What has he done to her to make her think this way, to make her feel this way! She couldn't even bare being next to him. If she was, she knew her emotions would get the best of her and she wouldn't be able to control her raw emotions anymore.
A sense of relief overcame her when she saw the entrance to her apartment. When she was twenty, Sakura moved out from her mom's house and has lived in this small, cozy apartment ever since. And right now, it felt more than it ever has as her home. She was so happy, relieved, to be home now. She could wash away the angst from herself and have a relaxing night of sleep, until she had to get up for work and deal with the Hokage about those papers she lost.
She stepped into the apartment building, going up the stairs until she made it to her floor. Each step closer to her room made her feel more and more safe; that is, until she got to the top of the stairs…
She froze. Eyes widened. Heart pounding once again. Harder and harder, on the verge of popping out from her chest. She clenched her fists into two tight balls. She couldn't believe this was happening. This couldn't be happening.
A dark figure leaned so lazily against her door, waiting for her, expecting her… saw her. His eyes so black, swirled with the Sharingan, gazing at her, his heat rising. He saw her shocked expression and couldn't suppress that sadistic smirk from appearing. He stood up, his eyes still locked onto her. He saw the look on her face, the shocked, lost feeling. He knew exactly what she was thinking. She knew she had no where else to go. That she couldn't escape him anymore. Where else would she go? This was it, and here he was.
"Miss me?" He sounded so calm, so apathetic, but she knew there was amusement there. The fact that she was playing hard to get with him aroused him. The challenge just intrigued him more.
She said nothing to him. Not knowing what to say. She found it much harder to breath normally, her heart becoming heavy in her chest, her breaths becoming deeper. She truly is petrified right now, because she doesn't want to get so caught up with him when she knew he would break her heart again.
"Are you going to just stand there, Sakura? You don't want me to come to you."
She pushed down her own fear and stood there with full fledge defiance. "Then don't. Just go home."
White teeth gleamed, with the smile of a dark predator. "That's not an option. We can do this in two ways," Slowly, he stalked towards her, deliberately making himself look threatening. "You can come, quietly, on your own two feet, with me back to my place, no commotion involved,"
"And the other choice?" Each step he took towards her made her fear slowly start to rise up. She was a brave shinobi, but this was something she could not accept from him, even though her own body demanded it as well.
"Or I can throw you, kicking and screaming, over my shoulders and carry you back. The choice is yours, Sakura." His voice was low, a purr of menace, a blend of iron and black velvet. Sorcery. Dark persuasion.
"I don't like either of those options. So, let's listen to mine."
She was rebellious and defiant against him, and he knew he could only take so much before he's had enough of it. It's not so much as wanting just sex from her. No, that's not it. But that's what she sees. He wants to be with her, and she wants to be with him as well. But the fear of her being some sort of sex victim, and then tossed away in the end terrifies her. She still doesn't fully understand what she's feeling.
"Hm," Sasuke stopped stalking towards her, interesting in what she has to say. He already knew that her 'options' weren't going to work for him. But the though of her trying to be the one in control instead of him amuses him ever more.
"You can either go home, or I can leave. Which do you prefer?" Sakura folded her arms over her chest, trying as hard as she could to sound as if she was in control, as if she was the authority over Sasuke Uchiha.
His dark, deviant smile widened towards her. He was so much larger than she was, so much more brooding, and much more powerful, yet she still defied him, rebelled against him; refused to have him control her or tell her what to do. She was powerful, especially for a woman, but not up to the standards of the Uchiha. He could easily take her by force if he wanted to, he could easily take what he wants from her, without her being able to do anything about it. But, that wouldn't accomplish anything. It would accomplish sex, yes. But she would hate him more than ever and things would never be resolved.
"You heard my options. Pick one, or I pick for you."
She let out a low groan in frustration. It was obvious if she didn't go with him willingly, what he would do. Her choices meant nothing. If she didn't go willingly, he'd make her.
"I don't understand you." She turned away, not being able to look at him. Her rebellion died down because she was out of options. She could continue to fight for as long as she wanted to, but it wouldn't be affective. She knows what he's feeling. She feels it, too. And that's what she doesn't understand: why?
Silence.
"When I used to love you, you hated me. You hated me! Now, here, I finally got over you. I don't have to get hurt anymore, and here you are again! Do you purposely try and hurt me? Is that it? Is this all some sort of game to you? I told you once, and I'll tell you again, play it with someone else."
Sasuke felt a blow to his soul. Her words affected him. They affected him deeply. He could see how bad this does look. He wishes he could explain to her why this was happening, but he can't, because he doesn't know either. All he knows is that he wants her. He craves for her. He demands to have her, and take her, and protect her. He will not share her. Absolutely not.
He walked up to her from behind and enveloped her with his arms, crushing her to him, his arms wrapped around her waist, firmly holding up the partial weight of her large breasts. She's matured into such a fascinating woman. She was every man's fantasy, every man's dream of hot, steamy nights. She was everything.
He couldn't let her go away from him. He didn't have it in him. And that is why he hated himself so much. He couldn't give her what she wanted. She wanted her freedom, her independency, him to go away. He just couldn't do it. He needed her so damn bad, it was killing him inside. It was tormenting him.
He saw it so clearly now. He understood it. Without her, he was nothing. It's as if she was chosen for him by God; as if she was his destiny. He's lived a life of darkness, a life of wanting revenge. No joy, no happiness, no desire. Nothing but this avenging beast, this growing darkness, the deep stain spreading across his dark soul.
She was what he craved for.
"I need you, Sakura. I know you see it. I know you feel it, too. You need me as much as I need you. You are suffering what I am suffering. I cannot allow you to let yourself suffer anymore." He leaned his head down to the cascade waves of her perfect pink flow of hair that blossomed down past her slim hips.
"I am only suffering when you are around." She stated simply. She was bluntly refusing to have anything to do with him, even though what he said was true. She wanted him just as bad. And he knew it. She never felt like this before, until he showed up and started this drama with her. Now, he's all that she wants. As each minute passes, she's finding it much more difficult to defy him, because that's each minute she's not wrapped around him, mesmerized by him.
"You will suffer much longer, and much worse if I go away." He was telling the truth. The pain of them being separated will destroy her. She can feel it inside of her, and it makes her frustrated.
"Oooh! What did you do to me! What have you made me!" Her vision became blurry with tears threatening to spill out. She was so furious, so frustrated, but there was nothing she could do. She had this burning desire to make love to him just as he wanted to do with her. Not have sex. Make some hot, passionate, love. But she just… couldn't.
"I didn't do anything Sakura. It's something you want. It's something I want. I can't wait any longer." His body ached. Once again, need slammed into him. Hard. Ugly. Painful. His body swelled, hardened, every muscle taut, hot, aching.
Sakura was shaking. She was so afraid of feeling this way, because she knew there was no going back. That she was going to keep feeling how she feels now towards Sasuke. That feeling was so terrifying.
Instantly, she snapped back into reality. "Go away, Sasuke. Get away from me. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I'll leave if I have to. I'll leave Konoha so we can be separated. But, you will not make me feel this way. I will not become some sort of victim to you. The farther from you I am, the better. I'll go somewhere where you can't find me."
"There is no where you can go where I won't find you."
She continued on, "I'll find someone else. Someone who will truly make me happy. Someone who knows the word 'happiness' and will always be there for me. We'll get married and have children. Lots of children. We'll settle down together and be happy. And it won't be you!" She was deliberately toying with him.
His arms tightened around her, threatening to crush her, as the immense feeling of anger, or jealousy, enraged him. "I'll kill him."
"W-what!"
"If you leave and get with another man, I won't hesitate, Sakura. I won't feel remorse, or guilt. I will kill him."
Sakura pulled his arms from around her and freed herself from him, turning around so he could see her glare. Sakura knew he let her go, because if he wanted to keep holding her, he would have.
"Don't think of leaving to run away from me. It won't be hard to find you. And I'll be angry with you."
"Oh, but when I'm angry with you that's a whole different story, and means absolutely nothing!"
Mocking male humor was let out by the Uchiha, and that aggravated Sakura even more. "I said to stop laughing at me."
"You are angry because you don't want what you crave for, but you can't help but feel what I feel. You're also angry because I am trying to get what I want, and you want nothing to do with it. Even though you know you really do."
"Hmph!" Sakura turned her head. "I said go home. You're not wanted here."
"I already gave you choices on what we are doing tonight. You have yet to make one. I have no problems choosing for you."
"And I already gave you choices as well! So choose one."
It didn't take long for him to make his decision. In the blink of an eye Sakura was thrown over his shoulders, staring towards her own apartment room, as the gab between her and her home widened. "What the—! Sasuke you devious bastard, put me down! Now!" She was struggling against him, bashing her palms into his back, squirming her body, kicking him in the front, anything to get him to drop her. He had some nerve to literally throw her over his shoulders to get his way.
"I said I'd make a decision for you if you did not decide." He was casually walking, with grace, as if her kicking and squirming and punching affected him in the least bit. It was as if she weighed nothing but a mere feather, even when she tried to pry herself free. He held onto her legs, and had a hand on her lower back, right above her buttocks, for support to hold onto her.
After a while, Sakura knew her struggles were futile and she stopped, and hung down, letting him carry her, looking as aggravated as ever. But then an idea popped into her mind. Something she remembered the day he decided to leave Konoha. A conversation the two had. She said if he left, she would scream, and he knocked her unconscious.
"If you don't put me down this instant, I'll be forced to scream! You don't want all of Konoha coming after you again, Sasuke, do you?" Sakura said smugly.
"I dare you." Sasuke challenged her. He didn't think she would do it, because he knew that she was having this raw lust feeling towards him as well. But, he didn't think she'd go to an extreme to fight it. That is until…
"AHHHH—!" With immense speed, Sasuke ran to the nearest building and forced her against the wall, pinning her there. His larger, more masculine frame covered her small, tiny frame from any wondering eyes that would happen to pass by.
"I'll do it again if you try anything like that again." Sakura warned him. She wasn't done fighting him. Not just yet. Sasuke likes challenges; well let's see him get past this one.
"I didn't want to do this, Sakura. But if I have to I will. I could easily force you to go with me. I could force you to do things you would never have thought of doing. We're going to my place. We are. Not just me. You are, too." His sharingan eyes swirled slowly, as they gazed at her intently, hotly.
"…Fine! But we're not going to do anything! I know those sick thoughts that are going through your mind. I can see it in your eyes. We're not doing any of those! It'll be teammates or friend's hanging out. That's all."
Sasuke arched an eyebrow, his devious smirk making her narrow her eyes towards him.
"No. It won't be claimed as that. Friend's don't do what we'll be doing."
Sakura gasped. She couldn't believe he just bluntly comes out and says it. Either way, she'll continue to fight him. She has no desire to have sex with him.
Yes you do. The voice in her mind was taunting her again. She knew she did want to make love to Sasuke. Her body went numb from sheer desire at the thought. But she couldn't find herself to actually do it. Because it was all lust. He wanted to appease his lust. She wants… love.
Sasuke lowered an arm to the back of her knee to pick her up, holding her against his hardened chest and began to walk towards his home. No longer did he live in the small apartment he used to live in before he left. He attained his own money by rebuilding the Uchiha heir homes, and working for other powerful people before returning to Konoha. Now, he's pretty wealthy, which surprised everyone when he returned.
Sasuke walked into the entrance to the Uchiha residence, and Sakura gasped in surprise. It was as good as new! As if years ago there was never an assassination here. It was rebuilt with skills and patience, and the outcome of it was worth it. Now, Sasuke lives here… alone. Planning to one day remake the Uchiha clan. And the woman he wants to remake it with is right in his arms.
Sasuke walked into the largest home of them all, across a little bridge, still carrying Sakura as if she weighed absolutely nothing. She was looking around in pure amazement at the creation of the new Uchiha manor. This was a place Sasuke treasured most of all… and he was taking her to it.
When he stepped inside his home, gently he put her down. She was still feeling so gentle, so warm inside her. Knowing that Sasuke took her here, the place he cherished the most.
"This feels so right…" She whispered softly. She felt at home, as if she, too, lived here. Why was she feeling this way? This place felt more like her home than her own home did.
She walked towards the door, looking outside to gaze towards the moonlight shining through the dark room. "I shouldn't feel this way."
"You belong here, Sakura. This is your home now."
"Whaaat?!" The feeling of serenity was quickly replaced with a feeling of sheer dread and nervousness. "I am not moving in with you! Nor am I having sex with you. Anything else you would like to tell me that I can gladly deny?"
Sasuke leaned against the back wall, arms folded across his muscled chest, his lazy posture so enticing and… sexy. She saw no anger in him, no annoyance, just male, mocking, amusement.
Sakura gulped this feeling of desire that was urging its way to the top again. He should not be allowed to look at her the way he does, or pose the way he does. He was incredibly sexy, she knew that. But she hated to admit it.
"You're moving in. Either that or I am moving in with you. I think you would prefer it here though." Damn him and his apathetic tone!
"No, I am not. I am not moving in anywhere with you, and you are not moving in with me." She said sternly, stating a given fact. "This is a lovely home you have, Sasuke Uchiha. But, it is late and I am tired, and I still need to shower and get my things ready for work tomorrow."
"I will get the bath for us ready then." Even saying that, he still sounded so cold, no emotions.
If she was taking a sip of a drink at the moment, she would have spit it out at the bluntly stated request from him. "Excuuuse me?!"
He said nothing. He knew she heard him, that she understood what he just said.
"In your wildest dreams."
Her reaction made Sasuke want to laugh inside; his smirk genially shown. Amused. His masculine entertainment was purely visible. "There is no need to be shy. We are both of this earth."
"Spare me your garbage, Sasuke. You may be in the habit of bathing with women, but let me make it clear that I do not bathe with men."
"That eases my mind," he said dryly, shrugging his shoulders lazily, muscles rippling against his damn shirt.
"I am not going to bathe with you. And that is final! No sex together, no bathing together. Nothing that involves me naked! Nothing that involves you naked. We are not living together either."
His eyebrows shot up. There was no amusement in him anymore; nor any sort of indulgence. He looked at her with the gleam of a predator's glare, eying his prey with an unblinkingly gaze.
Her heart stopped in alarm, then began to slam uncomfortably in her chest. His look… his features, they're so dark and deadly. He was dangerous and feared throughout the nation. And with the way he looked at her, she could see why. Did he have to be so damn intimidating? Sasuke was so incredibly powerful, that he didn't need to look it. There was no need for his huge chest or his bulging arms. Sakura started off with bravery, determined to throw him off her trail, and escape his deadly desire; she was determined not to be intimidated, but he was power personified.
"Remove your clothes, Sakura." It was such a soft demand, and it had her lock her gaze with his. He could sound so soft or intimidating, yet still have that emotionless, apathetic tone to him. He was a mystery. An unsolved one that Sakura will never figure out.
"No! I am going home to take a bath."
Sasuke sighed. "Your tub is too small for the both of us."
"Oh brother!" She slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. He wouldn't give up. She could see it. Like hell he would actually let her step foot out of his home to go back to her own place. He now has her where he wants her, and she'll have no right to leave. "You know, technically this is called kidnapping. Or holding me hostage. Or sexual assalt!"
"Is that what you want to call this?"
"Ugh! Stop saying things so cool, and… and as if nothing phases you! It's so frustrating. It makes me sound like a complete lunatic!"
"Hm," Sasuke slowly started stalking towards her once again, having her heart beat jump in surprise. "You're not a lunatic. Come with me."
Her body became excited, enticed, by his playful mood. Playful! Is that seriously what you're thinking! She mentally yelled at herself. Her body was becoming aroused by the way his larger, more brooding frame stalked towards her, threateningly, but also teasingly, playfully.
"No thank you. I would prefer to go away from you. Like home." She turned on her heel and slid the door to his home opened, but that's the farthest she got.
Sasuke ruthlessly threw her over his shoulders once again, with her screaming and struggling, and walked into the back room—which she knew was his room. He sat her down on the bed, his sexy smirk locked onto her. It was his own house, and no matter how loud Sakura screamed, she would not be heard. He was not going to violate her. But he was going to let her know he can't hold off for her any longer.
"This is definitely kidnapping, Sasuke!"
"Hmm…no, it isn't. A couple is trying to decide where to take a bath at, and they're arguing over it, and I am just stopping you from going to the smaller one when there is a nice sized one here for the both of us to share." Sasuke replied, smugly.
Sakura's brows lifted in humorous shock. "Is that how you're looking at it?! Well I hate to break your spirits but we're not a couple." She crossed her legs, sitting comfortably on his bed, knowing she's not going anywhere tonight. Knowing that fact, she still refuses to do anything with him. Him, on the other hand, would love to prove her wrong.
Sasuke leaned his body down over her, towering his larger frame over her fragile, small body, eyes gleaming with lust, desire, hunger. The palms of his hands lay flatly on the bed, one on each side of her, pinning her down below him. "We are." Two words stated so sternly, but the smirk was truly visible.
"No we're not. You can't try and have sex with me, try and bathe with me, try and make me move in and claim we're a couple. It takes two to say you're a couple. Not just one. You and I have nothing going on."
Sasuke's white teeth gleamed once again, so intrigued and amused by her. She is trying so hard to be the top authority here, but it's not working. Sasuke will never give her that privilege. "You are in no position to defy me."
He was right. His large, muscled, hot body towered over her, his frame much larger, much more powerful than hers. She's pinned below him, trapped in his mercy; he has her in the perfect position.
"Shut up, Sasuke." She growled, rolling her eyes. She knew he was also making fun of her, or more like mocking her attempts to free herself.
"Take your clothes off."
"Stop telling me to do that, because it's not happening!"
His male masculinity was aching more and more each passing second, and it was demanded that he took her; he didn't know how much longer he could take the demon inside him fighting for release. There was a dull roar in his head, a rush of anxiety that washed over him and took with it every vestige of sanity. "If you're not going to do it, I will be more than happy to assist you in removing your clothes."
She reached behind her and flung a pillow at him. "You wish." She scoffed. She couldn't believe how stubborn he was being. He just won't give up!
Sasuke saw her attack coming and grabbed ahold of her wrist, right before she could hit him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Even in this situation, she was finding this to be humorous to her. A small, little game. Well, he's about to win this level.
He stood up straight, taking her wish him, standing her up on her feet, holding her carefully with one hand, the other going to the buttons of her blouse.
Sakura's breath caught in her throat. Both her hands whipped up to catch his. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Removing your clothes." His eyes looked up to hers, cold, menacing, locking with her panicked ones. The feeling of weakness washed over her as he continued to unbutton each of her blouse buttons, one at a time, him not even noticing her attempts at stopping him. It was dreadful feeling so weak. She had a bad past with the feeling of weakness always haunting her, and now, with Sasuke, that feeling returned once again. Swamping her delicate heart with a wave of sorrow.
"You make me feel so weak, so inferior." She dropped her hands. It was futile to try and stop him. Especially to someone as strong as he was.
Sasuke stopped before he got to the final button. He saw her sudden sadness and had no understanding as to why it suddenly came and overwhelmed her. "I make you feel so weak?"
"Yes! I—I can't fight you. You're too strong. Either that or I am too weak. We dealt with this years ago. With me being too weak. I thought I got stronger. B—but… I don't know anymore. I hate how you make me feel."
"Do you, Sakura?"
She sighed. "Yes. You make me feel so… wanted. How you need me, and the fact that I need you. The fact that you're being so stubborn… it makes me feel good that you're acting like this just for me. I hate that. I also hate how you—being so strong—make me feel so inferior to yourself. As if I'm a child fighting a monster. I'm so weak… I hate that. I hate you. How can you make me feel like this? I—I don't want any part of this. Please, spare me this. I can't take this anymore."
"If you want me so much, what's stopping you?" Sasuke wrapped both his arms around her, savoring the feeling of having her large breasts pressed tightly against his hard, hot, body. God, she was so tempting, making his thickness so hard and raw with need. He tightened his grip on her, trying desperately to suppress the hot, demands pounding against him.
"I feel your struggle, Sasuke. You're fighting so hard." She whispered against him, the warm heat of her breath so tempting against him. "I told you what I want. You don't understand. I said I wanted a husband, a family, children. You want… sex. Hot sex. I want more. I can't accept being a one night fling. I just can't."
She finally weakened. She couldn't fight him anymore because she realized what she was up against. But Sasuke had sympathy for her. He knew forcing his will upon her would be wrong. She has to want him, burn for him, call out for him, just as much as he does to her. And she does. She's just so afraid to admit it because she's afraid of what he'll do to her.
She continued on, "I know your history. You sleep with women. Lots of them." Sakura knew something was terribly wrong when the thought of him sleeping with other women started to bother her. Angry flowed through her bloodstream, suppressing the urge to burst out. Thinking of his past made her so mad! It didn't an hour ago… Being with him now makes her realize that their time is up. These feelings don't just randomly come as theirs did. Two people who never really had anything going on, to now not being able to get rid of their passionate feelings; their time of being apart is up. They were meant for each other. The day they were born. And it's just now being noticed.
Sakura is here to lighten up his bleak world. She was meant to be there for him since the day both of them were conceived. And now, the time has come for them to both realize it.
"I know."
"I've never slept with anyone. I've never had sex… I've never actually had my first kiss… and I'm twenty-one." She felt so embarrassed, so ashamed. She felt the flush of red covering her pale cheeks, and turned away, not to look him in the eyes, too ashamed of her inexperience.
"Don't turn away." With two fingers, he turned her head towards him, holding her there so she couldn't turn away. "I like hearing that you have not been with another man."
"I bet you do." She muttered. "But that's not the point I am making here, Sasuke. The point is that you—erm—well," she blushed. Talking things like this to Sasuke embarrassed her. They're her personal life and she was confronting them to Sasuke. "you're…experienced. I'm not really…" She whispered the final statement, hating to say it out loud, even though they were the only ones there.
She pulled herself away from him and walked towards the bathroom door, staring inside his huge, fancy bathroom. She stared in awe at the sheer perfection. The Uchiha's really had it well.
Sasuke was on her trail, stalking up towards her. "Is that all you're worried about?"
"What do you mean 'is that all you're worried about?!' Of course I am worried about that. I mean if… if we're going to, well… you know." Now that it's her discussing the romantic intercourse her and Sasuke will share, it's embarrassing for her to even say the word, "sex." She finds herself shy on the topic when it involves herself.
"We're not going to have sex, Sakura. I am not going to fuck you senselessly, or screw you hard, as people would say. We're going to make love. Untamed, wild—"
"Sasuke!" Her face went bright red. "You have an erotic imagination.."
He turned her body around, to face him, holding her with one hand as he free hand went to finish the previous job at undoing her blouse. The edge of her blouse parted, revealing her narrow rib cage, the soft swell of her breasts in nearly transparent lace.
Sasuke's breath caught in his throat at the perfection of her. She was so luscious, so beautiful, everything perfect in the world. Her shirt slipped fully off from her creamy, pale flesh, falling to the floor. Sasuke couldn't hold himself any longer. His hands spanned to her back, searching frantically for the damned strap, holding her hot, large breasts captive. But, Sakura stopped him, holding her hands out.
She smirked deviously towards him and turned around, giving him a full view of her slim, bare back. "Wait until the bath is ready." A feeling of comfort swept through her. A feeling of happiness. Accepting what she wants from him is such a relief, and more fitting. It takes a load of this emotional suffering off her back; she loves this feeling. And she loves the way she makes him want her, and the way she wants him.
He heard her laugh and knew she was now the one who was mocking him. She was playing with him, teasing him, especially since she knew how much he ached for her. Badly. It was driving him to madness, and she could be in danger if he didn't get what was now visibly in front of him.
"You are deliberately toying with me."
She looked in his direction, her hands moving her bra around, until all Sasuke saw was the piece of clothing fall to the ground. "Am I?" She asked him, her back still facing him, but her head turned in his direction.
"You know you are." He walked into the bathroom, needing the feel of those hot breasts under his palms.
Sakura backed up, shielding her breasts from his view, teasing him, tempting him. "I said wait until the bath is ready." She was laughing. Finally. No more hiding from her and trying to run away. Her mood changed pretty fast, and Sasuke is wondering if it was for the best.
"Do not tempt a dangerous man." Sasuke stated, a low warning growl escaping.
But Sakura just laughed again. Not phased by him at all. There was a sudden change within her and she doesn't fully know what it is. She felt embarrassed still, but she also felt more confident. This power Sasuke has over her is affective. But she also knows the power she has over him is just as equally affective.
"If you don't get that bath ready, you'll never get your hot, fantasy sex. Or a peak at my breasts, no doubt."
Sasuke smirked towards her, intrigued with her, and accepting her challenge. "I don't know if I could continue to take this, Sakura. If you'll keep toying with me like this."
She flashed him her genuine, beautiful smile, that could light the world up for anyone—and thankfully, for him. "Don't be so weak, Sasuke. Weakness is not tolerated."
His brows shot up. She was enjoying this far too much. He walked towards the tub, and turned on the water at the right temperature. Just wait until he got her into that tub.
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A/N; End of chapter two! :D This is the longest chapter I've ever wrote. I started writing this at like two, and now it's 11. Obviously I had distractions. I mean it really didn't take me that long. I was typing off and on. But, anyways, I know this is way ooc, and I had to find another spot to end at.
I hope you liked it. Sakura changed emotions quick. xD Haha, oh well.
But on the plus side… Karin wasn't in it! Woot! XD
Also, Sasuke never had intentions on assalting her. So once again, don't have the thought of rape come to mind. xD
Please ignore grammatical errors. I didn't have time to check this chapter. I'll try checking for them tomorrow or something! Thank you.
Review please! =)