Hiiiiiii.

So, everything's been rough and tumble lately. Not going to go into it, but some of you who have read my other stories (specifically "Where is Your God Now?") may have an idea. Shit's been getting real is all I can say. Shit. Has. Been. Real. And I'm in a very rough space, as I have been frequently over the past two years, but things are starting to look up.

I'm really busy with writing original stories (trying to make money off writing is some hard business) and trying to get those published. When they come out, you'll find them on . The first one is just a smutty short story called "Graduation Present", and following that will probably be a horror story, "Sick". That one isn't for the faint of heart, no siree.

But you don't want to hear about that! You want the story!

And that's what I have finally found time to give. :)

This is probably riddled with typos and such because I wrote it in a hurry, so please point any out if you find them. I re-read Madara-sensei! just today and god, I feel like such a hypocrite, writing a story about grammar when my own writing has mistakes! But I'm not perfect, and I realize that, so help a gal out. ;)

IMPORTANT! You'll notice the parody genre is gone and has been replaced with romance. This is (semi) legit romance. For those of you familiar with me, you'll know this is NOT what I normally write, especially not for MadaSaku. But this once, JUST THIS ONCE, we're going to have some partially-legit romance. Go easy on me, because I've never done this before and I'm probably really bad at it. Oh well, you live and you learn.

Enjoy!

Inappropriate Relations

To Sakura's disappointment, the time at lunch she spent with Madara was merely rehashing old vocabulary to 'ensure retention'. Nothing was said about the promises he had made to her with his eyes, and Sakura was starting to wonder whether she'd merely imagined it. After all, as of yet there had been no mention of anything illicit that had happened between them.

So, denying that she was a little frustrated—the more she thought about his touch, the more she wanted it—she exited the office-dungeon combo and walked downstairs to meet with Naruto and Sasuke in the classroom.

When she arrived, Sasuke gave her a sidelong look. "You're upset," he commented, and he wasn't quite wrong, although Sakura felt 'upset' might be too strong of a word.

"No, I'm not," Sakura argued, perhaps a little too vehemently.

Naruto's attention was piqued. "Oh, oh, did he do something to you, Sakura-chan?" When Sakura just looked at him, denial all over her face, he did a little wink-wink nudge-nudge gig. "You know," he whispered. "Bastard-sensei."

"I knew who you meant," Sakura hissed at him, now growing annoyed. It was an overreaction, but she hated that her boys could see right through her. It was worse now especially when her thoughts were so inappropriate. "No," she said at a normal volume. "I'm not upset and Madara-sensei didn't do anything bad to me. I'm completely fine." There was a hidden threat in her perfectly ordinary tone of voice that Naruto would immediately understand to mean "Shut up!"

Sakura realized that this was very Madara-esque. Huh. She should watch that—it wouldn't do to start imitating him just because she was spending so much time with him.

"O-of course not, Sakura-chan," Naruto replied, scratching the back of his head sheepishly and turning to face the front of the classroom. "I mean, of course Madara-sensei would never bad to you…"

Oh, but I wish he would, Sakura thought, and then was promptly mortified.

She spent the rest of the school day trying to ignore her libido, waiting with anticipation for her afterschool meeting with Madara.

Nothing happened then. Nor did anything happen the next day, or the next, or even the day after that. There was no hint of anything inappropriate for over a week.

And Sakura was, quite frankly, completely fed up.

Madara had, apparently unintentionally, awoken a fire of need in her. It burned brighter and hotter every day, and yet he still continued to stay away from her. Once, on a day where she had been particularly restless, she had made an effort to be late and rushed all the way up to the fourth floor so that she would be rumpled and messy like the first time he had touched her.

He reprimanded her for being late, and made a meticulous effort to be nitpicky, but he didn't beckon her to come to him so he could straighten her clothing. She wasn't brave enough to approach him on her own—she had dignity—so nothing happened.

Now, nine days since he had awoken the flame of her sex drive, Sakura was going to take a risk.

The only reason she hadn't earlier was because she was afraid of being rejected, or worse, simultaneously mocked and rejected. But today during English, she knew she hadn't imagined the glint of desire in Madara-sensei's eyes. She knew because she felt something ignite in her at that look, and so she was going to initiate contact and see what happened.

If someone were to ask her, she would gladly admit that she was scared shitless of things going wrong, but if 'taking care of herself' every day wasn't going to quench the fire in her blood, then she was willing to risk it. Worst came to worst, the humiliation of being turned down would douse any and all sexual attraction she felt for him.

And yes, she had masturbated every day once realizing that he wasn't going to start anything with her. Not necessarily to him, but she had needed to get rid of some of the tension. Obviously this hadn't worked as well as she would have hoped.

The last bell of the day rang and Sakura packed her things calmly. Perhaps a little too calmly, because Naruto thought that she was sad and commented, "It'll be okay, Sakura-chan. I don't think Bastard-sensei is going to do anything too terrible to you. You've already lasted a week, right?"

Sakura looked up at him. "Almost two, actually."

Naruto nodded cheerfully. "So then you're pretty much home free! If he hasn't killed you yet, you'd have to really screw up to face dismemberment!"

Once upon a time, this would have been encouraging. Now, it was just irritating, because Sakura would take dismemberment if it at least meant he'd touch her.

"Right," she drawled dryly, standing up and trying not to look too eager to go to Madara-sensei's office. "See you later, guys."

Sasuke was watching her a little suspiciously. Of course, if anybody would be able to call her out on weird behavior, it would be Sasuke. She tried not to let this bother her, because Sasuke finding out her intentions toward his uncle was unacceptable.

She doubted he'd be willing to traumatize himself by imagining something like that, though, so Sakura told herself she had nothing to be worried about.

Walking sedately up the stairs to Madara-sensei's office was one of the hardest things she had ever done. She was at once torn between rushing up to see him and getting the propositioning over with and taking as long as possible so that maybe her rational brain would help her rethink her position on the matter of illicit student-teacher relationships.

Unfortunately, her rational brain was off sightseeing in Madagascar, so that wasn't going to happen.

Finally, she reached his office and knocked on the door. She was beckoned inside as usual, and as she turned the knob, she realized her hands were shaking. Whether it was anticipation or fear, she wasn't sure.

"You're late," Madara-sensei told her as she walked in. Sakura nodded as she put her bag down on the ground, realizing that for all that she had decided to go through with propositioning him, she hadn't exactly figured out how to go about doing so. Her brain whirred at high speeds as she painstakingly turned to face him.

She could play coy, make some kind of comment that would inevitably lead to unmistakable innuendo, or she could play it straight and blatantly put it out there that she wanted him to touch her.

However, Sakura wasn't experienced enough with sexual activities that she could think up anything that wouldn't be highly embarrassing, and along the same lines, she wasn't quite brave enough to come out and say, "Make me come."

There was one option, which was both straightforward and coy at the same time. It was going to take some time to work up to it, though, and she had to make sure that this was the perfect decision to make before she went through with it. No impulsivity would work with a man as experienced as Madara.

So she sat down and the session went on as usual.

If Madara had any inkling that she was in a serious war with herself about how to approach him, he didn't show it. Sakura acted as normal as possible, and was glad for the dim lighting that hid whatever blushing she might have been doing.

"That's all for today," Madara said after a short half an hour. "You're dismissed."

Sakura felt her face heat up damningly. "Um, one thing before I go, Sensei."

He raised an eyebrow at her, looking simultaneously sexy and mocking. Sakura wasn't sure how do what she needed to do.

She considered how to go about it, and she decided that she might as well make it quick in case he rejected her. Before she could wimp out on her decision, she walked quickly around the desk. He turned to face her, his expression blank and unassuming. In a daring move, she grabbed the collar of his white button-up and yanked him down for a kiss.

To her surprise, there wasn't even a split-second of hesitation on his part. He molded his lips to hers and immediately dominated the kiss, despite the fact that she had initiated it. His tongue brushed against her lower lip and she immediately opened her mouth to allow him entry.

Sakura realized that he had reacted to her as though he'd been waiting for her to make the first move. And by his movements, that waiting had been done impatiently.

His strong hands grasped her hips and pulled her against him, revealing a very large bulge in his pants. Sakura couldn't help but gasp in surprise, although she supposed she shouldn't have expected anything else. Still, he took this opportunity to plunder her mouth and push her up against the wall.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, just as hungry and eager for him as he was for her. Madara wedged a knee between her legs, pressing against her arousal and drawing another gasp from her. She had never been this turned on in her life.

Then he released her hips and one hand slid up under her shirt, untucking it from the waist of her skirt. At the same time, his other hand slipped beneath her panties and began to rub her clit with vigor.

Sakura couldn't take it. She tore away from his mouth and moaned.

"Shh," he cooed, and she remembered to at least keep her voice down. They were still in the school building, after all. Nothing would be worse than being caught, although at the moment it wasn't her school career she was worried about—she was more concerned about being denied her orgasm.

She nodded to let him know she understood and in response, he ducked his head to kiss up and down her throat, his tongue tracing heated paths up and down her neck. He nipped and she bit her lip to suppress the sound that desperately wanted to come forth.

He reached her breast and pulled her bra cup down so that he could toy with her nipple. The gentle plucking and twisting near pushed her over the edge—she had never once realized her breasts were so sensitive. That, coupled with the two fingers that had entered her and the thumb that continued to put pressure on her clit with expert precision, had her immediately tumbling into bliss.

She couldn't help it and a loud moan escaped her lips, but Madara had foreseen this and kissed her as she came, swallowing her moan easily. He pumped his fingers faster, harder, instead of slowing down once she had finished coming, and he pinched her right nipple particularly hard.

Perhaps it was her sexual frustration from the last week, or perhaps he was just that good, but Sakura suddenly found herself coming yet again within seconds.

This time, her orgasm was so powerful she nearly screamed. Madara only kissed her harder, pressing her almost violently into the wall. She shuddered and spasmed just as violently, and then finally she came down from her high.

She pulled away, panting and gasping for air. Sweat had beaded on both their brows and Sakura was sure she was blushing brightly. Madara rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed and panting just as loud as she was.

Then he pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled away completely, leaving her sagging against the wall. Sakura immediately missed the warmth of his touch and frowned at him in confusion.

He wasn't looking at her, but he seemed to know what she was thinking anyway. "Unfortunately, I have a class at Tokyo University at 5:15. It is now 4:55, so I must be leaving." He said this without looking at her, instead focusing on gathering his things into his briefcase.

Sakura's face flamed with mortification. "I'm so so-"

"Don't worry," he said, picking up his briefcase and finally meeting her gaze. "We'll discuss things tomorrow. 6 a.m., and don't be late."

Sakura didn't respond as she grabbed her backpack and followed him out the door. He walked away in the opposite direction that she was headed, and within moments, he was gone down the stairwell.

She just watched him go, her heart fluttering in her chest. It shouldn't have been, because he was her teacher and she was his student and what they were doing was already so wrong, but she knew what this was.

Despite all her misgivings about him, she knew the start of a crush when she saw it. And she knew she was quickly going to develop one on him if he kept doing what he had just done.

No, it hadn't been his sexual expertise that was bringing this on. And it certainly wasn't how much of an asshole he was in general. In fact, this would have stayed completely without emotion if she hadn't seen the expression on his face when he finally turned to her.

It had been small and probably only noticeable to someone who knew the art of reading Uchiha, but she could have swear that just for a moment there, he hadn't smirked in satisfaction or gazed at her lustfully or anything that could be construed as anything other than was it was.

It had been a smile, just for her, and Sakura knew that that smile would be her undoing.

So, uh, let me know how bad it was on a scale of one to you-made-my-eyes-bleed. And if it was REALLY bad, let me know what I can do to improve!

Cheers!