Two lemons in two days? What is it? Christmas? Or maybe it's Chanukah and you have another six days of lemons ahead!


There's no excuse, I think as I pull her soaked shorts off her long, smooth legs. But then I think, there's nothing sexier as she slouches against the wall, half naked. Her hair is mussed, breast exposed, a blue thong just below the scar on her hip. That's where I start. The second my mouth hits that spot, her breathing spikes. I hook my thumb around her panty and pull it down, exposing her bare, pink pussy. Without a thought, my tongue darts out to lick along her opening; she tastes sweet. Sakura moans softly, her fingers running themselves through my hair to find a good grip. She's already so wet and I've barely touched her.

I lick her again, grazing my teeth along her outer lip, then circle a finger around her opening. She starts to tremble; broken whimpers reach my ears. I dip a finger inside her and she's so tight and warm, I feel myself harden again. As I start a slow rhythm, I put my lips to her clit, sucking and nipping. Her voice starts to crescendo, until she's forced to put a hand to her mouth for fear of being heard. It was good we left the shower on.

As her thighs start to spasm, I insert a second finger and start flicking her soft nub with my tongue. Her hand slips back into my hair, adding pressure and when I look up, she's biting her lip to keep herself silent. Yet, she can't help but let an occasional moan slip out, especially when my fingers curl inside her.

"S-ahsuke-kun," her fingers tighten and her head tilts back; fuck, it turns me on hearing her say my name like that. I continue my attentions until her whole body is trembling and one final jerk of my tongue has her reaching her release. I can't help but look up as her hands leave my head to quiet herself. Her body is flushed, eyes closed, her back is arched as she loses herself in her orgasm.

I was wrong when I said there was nothing sexier.


I don't want to open my eyes, but as I feel the chill of the tile seep into my back and the continuous running of water under my feet, I realize I'll have to. But, it's the loud thud of footsteps up the stairs that makes me whip my gaze around to the door. We wait a few beats in silence, staring at the door as if it's going to be busted down at any second and then I turn back to Sasuke, breathing a sigh of relief.

"We've been in here too long," I shift my weight to stand, but find that my legs still feel like pudding, so I plop back down. Sasuke lifts himself then pulls me up. He holds my waist to steady me and even though I could use the help, I push him away. I can't have his hands on me right now.

Sasuke returns to the shower to shut it off while I pull myself together. I pull my bra up, rearrange my shirt and pull on my shorts, but stuff my soaked panties in my back pocket. Without a word or a look at Sasuke, I run out the door and into my room before somebody can see me.

In a flustered state, I fling my clothes off, aiming somewhere near the pile of laundry building in the closet. It feels so good to peel off those wet clothes but as I instinctively head for the shower, I stop myself. Images of Sasuke running his hands up and down my body, his tongue, his lips, flare brilliantly in my mind. I don't want to wash this heat off. I want to feel the remnants of his touch on me always.

Kami, I must be going crazy. I have to stop thinking like this. It's over, that was it. It was a one time thing and it's never going to happen again. I swallow the lump in my throat; the sooner I get his memory off me, the better it will be for both of us.


I can't get the image of her out of my head, any of it. I fist my hands together, resting them against my chin. I don't think I've ever had a woman take the initiative like that. It felt so good having her mouth around me and to taste her - I can't believe I did that. I put my head in my hands. Shit.

I just fucked everything up.


"I reheated leftovers," I say, closing the door behind me and setting both bowls on the bedside table beside my medic pack. I take a seat by the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. I don't quite look Sasuke in the eye, but I manage to get close enough, "I'm going to be doing laundry tomorrow so let me know if you need anything done. I've put it off far too long," I give a halfhearted laugh. Sasuke gives me a small, courteous smile, but it's gone soon after. Nonetheless, it helps ease the tension a little bit, at least until an awkward silence settles over us.

I have to say something about it. This is never going to go away unless we address it. It was a one time thing and that's fine. He probably thinks I'm expecting something out of it, that I still have feelings for him. Which, regardless of whether I do or don't, I shouldn't.

"Sasuke, I'm sorry about that; I shouldn't have let it happen," I feel a part of me cringe away as I say it. I wanted it to happen.

"Do you regret it then?" His eyes meet mine and it seems that he's earnestly searching for an answer. He looks guilty, pained, and all I want to do is take that away. I hesitate before I answer. If I answer truthfully, there's no going back, but then again, it's the same if I lie.

I swallow.

"No, I don't," I have to know, "Do you?"

Sasuke shakes his head and leans back, contemplating. I think I know what he's thinking. We both wanted to do so much more. If we hadn't been broken out of our carnal reverie, who knows when we would have stopped. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.

"Sakura," Sasuke's hand reaches out for me. Without hesitation, I take it and he pulls me onto the bed. While he laces our fingers, eyes never leaving mine, his other hand slides up my left leg and pulls it over his hip so that I'm straddling his waist. Those same fingers slide up my shirt, cupping my bare breast. A small gasp leaves my lips and a triumphant smirk settles on his. As his thumb circles my nipple I start to pay attention more to the feel of his skin on mine. His fingers are calloused and rough, like mine, from years of training and fighting. I bunch the edges of his shirt in my fists and push it up, forcing his hands to leave me. Eager to retain that contact, I slip my shirt over my head and Sasuke's hands are back on me, that being the only encouragement he needs. He sits up, holding the arch of my back, to bring his mouth to my breast. His tongue is soft and delicate, like he's taking his time. I thread my fingers carefully through his hair now, moving in tandem with each caress of his tongue.

"Sasuke," I breathe, blushing as I think about him going down on me and how I added the suffix to his name. I didn't mean to, it just came out. His tongue moves up my neck before he pulls away. Without an exchange of words we break apart, doing away with the last of our garments. We meet each other at level, kneeling on the bed. Sasuke's hand cups my chin, moving it up to meet his as he eyes me with those bottomless, black orbs.

Wait.

"Hold on," at my words, Sasuke stills as if he's done something wrong, "No kissing."

"Fine," he smirks and proceeds to flip us so that I'm on my back. I hook my leg around his and roll us back over. As I straddle his waist again, I enjoy the look of surprise on his face. He starts to move us again but I place a firm hand on his chest, even going so far as to channel my chakra into it. Sasuke's leg locks around mine again.

"Uh-uh, no way," I keep a hand firmly planted on his chest.

"Are you kidding me?" He growls and tries to flip us the other way.

"Sasuke, I'm not doing this to be difficult, this isn't a pissing contest either," I say sternly, "This is me speaking as your physician; you are in no physical condition to be exerting yourself like that," despite our current situation, I flush as an image of Sasuke above me, panting and thrusting into me, comes to mind.

He scowls, narrowing his eyes at me. I return the gaze.

"I'm on top, or this isn't happening," I state, although I'm in no position to be giving an ultimatum like that. Even if he called me on it, I doubt I could walk away. Every fantasy I've ever had is laying beneath me.

"Fine," again he gives me that same smirk as his hands grip either side of my hips. Then he lifts me up and shoves me onto his member.