Hey everyone!

I apologize for the long wait! I'm kind of struggling to update my Naruto stories, as many of you have noticed. Entropy is still under way, and I've hit a wall with Why the Caged Bird Sings. However, I will try to have chapters out as soon as possible. (I'm aiming for WCBS by the end of the month.)

I have been having severe headaches and it is a miracle I was without pain long enough to write this. Last Thursday I was in so much pain that I was crying. I saw a neurologist yesterday and it's most likely my occipital nerve, which is thankfully a quick and easy (but somewhat painful) fix. I'm extremely happy that I do not have migraines. Dear god, NO THANK YOU.

This chapter is the longest posted to this story yet. As some of you may have noticed, the rating has been changed to M. There IS explicit content in this chapter; unfortunately, there is also pretty much zero academic interest, as well. This is pretty much a smut-chapter. (Not actual sex, though. I'm building up to that - character development!) To those who are interested: I will probably rotate chapter content, so you can expect an English lesson next chapter, and then smut after that, and so on. I'll try to keep it fresh, of course, so there may be a few differences and it's not a strict pattern.

For those of you who didn't read the author's note:

This story's rating has been changed to M. There is smut in this chapter. If you do not wish to read, go back now.

As always, I hope you all enjoy!

Distractions

Sakura sat at her desk quietly after completing her homework for Calculus I, waiting very patiently for Bastard-sensei to arrive. She was patient because she didn't particularly want to see him; while she had been distracted earlier due to the confounding rules and many exceptions to the rule in the English language, her thoughts had somehow reverted to what had happened in her extra credit the evening previous.

Despite the fact that she had dismissed it as something that would never happen again, it was still bothering her. It had been so…strange to have a fully-grown, very attractive adult male's hands touch her like that, despite his horrible personality. She wouldn't say that it had exactly been unpleasant, as the touch had been gentle and almost teasing—had even made something in her abdomen twist with some kind of anticipation that she wasn't going to think about ever—it was still an uncomfortable experience because teachers weren't supposed to do that.

It made her wonder about many things, but particularly what his intentions were.

As she had noticed afterward and especially this morning, when nothing had been out of the ordinary, Madara-sensei was not repentant. It was as if he firmly believed he had done nothing wrong…but she knew he had. However, it wasn't exactly something she could report if she had had the inclination. It was wrong, but it had certainly been innocent.

She shivered as she recalled the way his fingertips had just barely grazed her breasts, and then a tingle traveled down her spine as the memory of the way his fingers had brushed inwards over her thighs after he had readjusted her skirt.

It was then that Madara entered the room and Sakura immediately snapped to attention. Now was not the time to be thinking about that kind of thing. She had a lesson to learn.

Madara began to speak after calling the class to attention. Everyone was obediently silent, waiting for the lesson to commence. Sakura herself sat straight in her seat, attempting to focus on his voice instead of looking at the fingers that had touched her in such an innocent, innocuous way the day before.

"Today we are going to discuss other uses of the comma, specifically when it is appropriate to use in a sentence…"

However, she couldn't take her eyes off his fingers. They were longer and slender, like a pianist's, but still distinctly masculine.

Madara then began to make gestures in the air as he explained the lesson, but Sakura simply couldn't pay attention to a word he was saying. His fingers danced through the air and she watched them without thinking to look away.

Then her traitorous mind supplied images that she would never had thought about in any other situation and probably wouldn't have even occurred to her had he not touched her like that the evening previous.

Instead of dropping away once fixing her skirt, his fingers continued on their path towards her inner thighs. He stroked her gently, his thumbs occasionally brushing the hem of her panties. Whenever he touched the fabric, the feeling in her stomach tightened. Unexpectedly, his thumb pressed firmly again her core, igniting a surge of fire through her body as her sensitive bundle was pressed against so intimately. Her legs felt weak and she stumbled when her knees turned to jelly. He caught her quickly and then his hands were kneading her rear—her bare rear, having deftly moved her skirt up and slipping them beneath her undergarment. She felt his fingers dip closer to her opening, hands completely encompassing the lower part of her cheeks. She stiffened, feeling heat simmer in her abdomen as his fingers crept closer-

"-Haruno?"

Sakura jolted in her seat at the deep baritone voice calling her name, and when she saw him watching her expectantly, she flushed deeply in mortification. Where-where had those thoughts come from? How did she even-

"I'm waiting, Haruno." His voice was calm, but there was a knowing look in his eyes…like he knew what she had been thinking about. She blushed an even deeper crimson and cleared her throat.

"Um, wh-what was the question again?" she stammered, sounding like Hinata on a good day.

"If you had been paying attention, you would know," Madara replied, but he sounded oddly calm under the circumstances. He was looking at her closely and Sakura shifted in her seat uncomfortably, but that sent a jolt through her body that made her feel even hotter and more constricted.

"S-sorry, sir." She didn't notice Naruto's questioning gaze or Sasuke's suspicious glare directed at Madara.

"See me at lunch," Bastard-sensei said in a no-nonsense tone. "For now, you are dismissed from class."

Sakura really should have been horrified that she had pissed him off—even though she was supposed to see him at lunch, anyways, although no one other than Naruto and Sasuke knew about that—but all she could think about was the strange ache in her belly. She was, however, horrified that he had caught her thinking those kinds of thoughts, even though there was no way he would ever know exactly what she had been thinking about. It wasn't like she was going to tell anyone.

Ever.

Never ever. This was a secret she was taking to her grave.

Which, depending on how much she had pissed off Madara-sensei, might not be too far off.

Sakura went outside without collecting her things, as she would be in the same seat next class and it wasn't like she was going to be able to focus on class with the way she was feeling.

When she got out into the hallway, she merely sat and tried to rid herself of the achy feeling that was making her feel so…hot.

They had biology next and Sakura was able to focus much better without him in the room. Thankfully, the ache had dissipated somewhat, although it was still a persistent, niggling thing that made itself known when she shifted a certain way. The problem was that when she shifted, it felt good, so it was kind of hard to stop herself from doing so. In the end, she just clamped her legs firmly together and grit her teeth against the ache, making herself answer as many questions as she could to distract herself. Asuma-sensei looked at her oddly a couple of times, but other than that, she received no other indication that anyone noticed her acting weird.

That is, until they were dismissed for lunch.

"Sakura-chan, what's wrong with you?" Naruto asked with concern. "You weren't even paying attention in English!"

"That's the second time he's dismissed you," Sasuke commented as they walked out the door. "You're going to end up dead someday soon, you know."

Sakura frowned at them, trying desperately to fight down her blush—this time, though, it was definitely one of embarrassment and not of…anything else.

"I'm just tired," she lied. She felt very, very awake because of the dull throbbing in her stomach. "I have to get up really early to see Bastard-sensei."

Naruto burst out laughing and Sasuke looked at her, petrified. She stared back at him, not knowing what she had done and suddenly worrying that maybe they knew, but then Naruto clarified what was wrong.

"Bastard-sensei!" he exclaimed, laughing loudly. "That's the best! You're so great, Sakura-chan!"

Sakura returned Sasuke's petrified look.

"You cannot tell anyone I said that, ever," she said firmly. "You are sworn to secrecy."

Sasuke shook his head to clear his thoughts. "You have a death wish. You're suicidal. I don't know what I can do for you anymore, Sakura."

Sakura had nothing to say, so she just glared at the two boys threateningly, causing Naruto to stop laughing. "I have to go see Ba-Madara-sensei," she informed them resentfully. "I'll see you next period."

Naruto nodded and Sasuke looked solemn, gazing at her like he would never see her again. She scowled at him fiercely before heading up the stairs to Madara-sensei's office.

It seemed that her interaction with her boys had mostly quashed the achiness, but when she knocked on the door and heard his voice again, she felt it come back. She scowled inwardly and then entered the office, taking a seat in her usual chair before watching him apprehensively.

"I'm disappointed in you, Sakura," Madara said. "If you ever want to get into Tokyo University, you must learn English to the best of your ability. That means paying attention in class, not just showing up for your extracurricular duties."

Sakura nodded, staring at her hands. "I'm sorry, sir," she replied, and she meant it. She really did want to go to Tokyo U, and her behavior wasn't being conducive to that. For once, she actually thought she deserved to be chastised—she couldn't slack off if she was going to go to such a prestigious school.

"If I may, what was it that was distracting you?" he asked calmly and unobtrusively. It was probably the politest he had ever been to her.

Startled, Sakura looked up at met his gaze. The blush returned full force. "I-uh, that is-um-" Finally she gathered herself. "I would rather not share," she paused, then added to soften her disrespect, "sir."

"I see," Madara said contemplatively. He looked at her closely. "You seem warm, Sakura. Why don't you remove your jacket?"

Sakura actually agreed with him and gladly slipped the blazer of her shoulders, relishing the way the cool air of the office caressed her skin.

Madara's eyes roved over her form and Sakura noticed his heated gaze. It made her abdomen clench and she wanted to squeeze her eyes shut to stop looking at him, but she couldn't. He was somehow mesmerizing.

"I'm afraid you will still have to face the consequences of your actions," Madara said, not sounding regretful at all. "Come here."

Sakura stiffened, remembering the last time he had told her to come near him. However, she couldn't disobey his command, but as she approached she watched him warily.

"How old are you, Sakura?" he asked as she came to stand in front of him.

"Seventeen," she replied automatically. When he reached out and fingered her skirt, she could only watch. Why was he asking her age? That was a complete non sequitur.

He returned the skirt back to her body and patted it to straighten the disturbed fabric, but his hand was high and it touched her front in what was currently a very sensitive place. Sakura gasped at the jolt of pleasure—just from that single touch? she couldn't help but think a little desperately—and lurched backward unexpectedly.

She could have easily caught herself, but Madara stood with almost inhuman speed and caught her in his arms. Sakura stiffened, accidentally inhaling his scent. It was masculine and smelled something like ash and pine, and she really liked his cologne.

Then he was whispering in her ear. "You've been naughty, Sakura. I can tell you've been thinking dirty thoughts."

Sakura flinched, her face completely red as she registered his completely inappropriate words and tried to pull away, but he held her firmly. He was quite strong, she realized as he forced her to stay against him.

"I can't have you thinking such things," he continued. "Unfortunately, once the wildfire has begun, the only way to stop it is to let it run its course."

Sakura had barely caught his meaning before he turned her around, her back firmly anchored to his chest. She was about to protest—did he really mean what she thought he did? He couldn't! He was a teacher!—but then the fingers she had been imagining mere hours earlier were stroking right over her sex through her panties, the skirt bunched up to her waist.

Just as she had in her odd daydream, her knees buckled at the intense surge of pleasure from his touch and she gasped sharply. It was only the arm around her torso that kept her standing.

"So sensitive," Madara chuckled into her ear. "You must have been thinking very dirty thoughts. Bad girl."

Sakura could hard think through the haze of his persistent touch. It was hard to focus with how skillfully he touched her, rubbing her most sensitive parts just right and sending surge after surge of pleasure through her.

The last thing on her mind was how inappropriate this was, and screaming for help never even occurred to her.

"Bad girls need to be punished," Madara whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear. Suddenly he nipped her lob and she yelped. He quickly brought the hand around her waist to her mouth to quiet her. "Shh."

Her silence ensured, he slipped his hand underneath the hem of her panties and began to rub her, and the skin-to-skin contact sent her blazing. She whimpered and undulated her hips against his hand, unconsciously begging for more.

He kept his touch lazy but firm, coaxing the fire in her belly into a rage. Madara adjusted her so that his knee was between her legs, parting her, and Sakura leaned against him gratefully. Without his help, she would be writhing on the floor after falling flat on her back.

Madara pulled his hand away and his fingers came back glistening with her juices. Sakura whimpered desperately at the loss, and when he brought them to his lips, he said, "So wet, so pliant…" He sucked off the excess wetness and she moaned quietly at the sound in her ear.

"Mmph," she pleaded from behind his hand.

"What was that?" he inquired deviously.

Logical thought was lost to her. She didn't care that this was wrong, or inappropriate, she just wanted him to bring her to the peak of pleasure she was at the edge of. She ground her hips against his thigh and when he removed his hand, she begged, "Please."

"Please what?" he asked relentlessly before attaching his mouth to her earlobe in a combination of mouth and teeth.

There wasn't even a budding of hesitation. She wasn't thinking that this man was the enemy, wasn't think about his treatment of Naruto or the rest of her class, wasn't thinking about anything other than her body's intense need in this moment.

"Please, more."

"Hm…since you were so polite, I suppose I will allow it." He was clearly relishing his power over her, but Sakura didn't mind at all as long as he brought her to completion.

His fingers returned to her sex and began to rub her again, this time creeping closer and closer to her opening. Sakura moaned into his hand, which had been replaced once he had given his answer. Then, finally, a single digit slipped inside her.

She moaned, this time of slight pain, and he was panting heavily against her. "So tight," he murmured, nibbling her ear. "If you're a good girl and come for me, I may rescind your punishment."

Somehow, his words were even more stimulating and Sakura bucked her hips against his hand.

His finger began to move within her, already targeting her bundle of nerves. In a frenzy, Sakura continued to thrust her hips into his hand. Madara slipped in a second finger and she gasped in simultaneous pain and pleasure at the feeling of being stretched, but then his fingers were moving faster and she couldn't help but buck helplessly against him.

Suddenly, she felt her climax rapidly approaching and she moved even more jerkily, whispering into his hand, "Oh god, oh god…"

The orgasm washed over her so powerfully that her thighs trembled and her legs no longer supported her at all. Her scream was sufficiently muffled by Madara's hand and once the many waves of pleasure had washed over her, she collapsed entirely against him. He allowed her to, gracefully falling back to sit on his chair with her on his lap.

Sakura trembled in the oh-so-satisfying afterglow. Madara still stroked her sex and it sent delicious shivers through her body.

"You were a good girl, so for now, I will refrain from punishing you," Madara said. "I expect you to pay attention in the future."

His words snapped Sakura out of her daze and she stiffened. Oh god…oh god, what had she just done?

But she was lethargic from her first even orgasm and asked tiredly, "Aren't you going to get in trouble?" Her head lolled back to rest on the junction between his neck and shoulder.

"Not if you don't tell anyone," Madara replied calmly.

"This was wrong," she said, not putting a lot of feeling behind her words, but knowing that it needed to be said. "I…I should tell."

"I must remind you that you weren't unwilling, Sakura," Madara told her. "And it won't be only myself who would face consequences. Private liaisons with a teacher? You will never be accepted into Tokyo University, no matter how much you master the English language."

Sakura stiffened at this reminder. "But I wasn't the one who asked to be your TA. It wasn't my choice."

"Nonetheless, you are just as accountable as I." He didn't sound bothered in the slightest that his reputation could be tarnished or that he might lose his livelihood. "It would be in your best interests to stay quiet."

Something occurred to Sakura as the hazy afterglow began to lift. "You were going to do this no matter what I said, weren't you?" She was referring to her initial meeting with him in his office, when he had asked her what she thought a suitable punishment would be.

"I was," Madara replied unrepentantly.

She felt the stirrings of anger. "Why me?"

Madara moved his hand to stroke her hair. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he said. "And you have great potential."

What that potential was for, Sakura didn't know, but he sounded honest enough, so she decided to believe that he thought that. It didn't make her any less angry.

"You put me at risk," she said accusingly, leaning away from his touch. "You put both of us at risk. Why would you do that for a high school student? Even if you think I'm…" she trailed off, not quite ready to acknowledge the matter of his thoughts on her appeal. She had, after all, been teased mercilessly up until the end of middle school, so it was something she had a hard time believing. Her, beautiful? Pretty, cute, maybe, but not beautiful.

"As I said, you have potential."

"For what?" she demanded scathingly. She pulled herself out of his lap, stumbling when her legs decided they weren't quite ready to function correctly yet. However, she steadied herself on his desk.

"That remains to be seen," he said cryptically. "However, I believe that your lunch break is almost over. You are dismissed."

Sakura glared at him, fuming, but as much as she wanted to get him into trouble, she also knew that she would never be able to get into Tokyo U if she did. That was something she knew Madara wasn't lying about; she had read something similar when researching the school. Teacher-student relationships were taboo there.

Hell, they were taboo pretty much everywhere, including her own school. If she reported him, she probably wouldn't even graduate high school—she would be expelled before that happened.

Scowling, she picked up her things and straightened her appearance, not wanting his help this time. However, Madara could see things that she couldn't, so when he approached her to fix her hair and smooth her clothing, Sakura knew she couldn't protest.

However, when he touched her, she was immediately reminded of what had happened moments before and her skin heated. Surprisingly, it was not with anger.

As she left without so much as a polite bow, she couldn't help but wonder in a mixture of anticipation and dread if what had happened today would ever be repeated. She wasn't sure whether she wanted it to or not.

That alone scared her.

I hope you all enjoyed that! I had fun writing it. If you see any typos, let me know. My fingers just didn't seem to be working properly as I was writing this; some kind of disconnect between my brain and my hands, I suppose. Read the author's note above if you're confused.

Anyways, reviews are love!