Okay guys, I think we all needed this lemon. This is a public service lemon. A civic duty lemon. So enjoy it. As always, read and review; I love to know what you guys think! Sweet, smut-filled dreams to all my followers! Xo


For the first time in weeks, I dream. It's not horrible, nightmarish memories but actual dreams. And oddly enough, it is not far off from reality. I see Sakura laying naked beneath me but she's laughing, hair splayed against the pillow with her eyes closed in humor. She says my name and I beg her to say it again. There's something sinful about the way her tongue strokes each syllable.

Then her giggling melts into a keening cry and I can feel her walls around me. She feels so fucking sublime. Like she was made for me; maybe I was made for her.

"Sasuke," Sakura softly nudges me awake. As soon as I open my eyes, she pulls herself away. I have to stifle an urge to pull her back and bask in her warmth, "It's nighttime. Tsunade's still not back yet, but I don't think we should press our luck."

"We weren't doing anything," I push myself up and watch s she smooths out her clothes with a smirk, "But we can."

She gives a small laugh but doesn't look at me.

"I'm going to grab something to eat," she almost darts out the door.

"I'll do it," I stand to follow her, confused by her behavior. Is she embarrassed? Now?

Sakura doesn't say anything, merely trots downstairs to the kitchen and it dawns on me that I accompany her like a jilted puppy. It infuriates me. She moves around the small place, opening cupboards and avoiding any kind of contact with me. I notice that I'm not the only one watching her; the guards look on curiously as she excavates the pantry. Sakura nibbles on a chunk of chocolate then takes an apple and bites into it. Still, she opens the fridge and looks for food. She's like a scavenger. I take the apple and the chocolate out of her hands.

"That's not healthy. Let me make you something."

"No, don't go through the trouble, this is fine."

I take her chin in my hand, forcing her eyes up to mine. She gives me an indignant look.

"What's wrong with you?" it comes out sounding more harsh than I thought it would. Sakura's green orbs dart around, making sure the attentions of the soldiers have reverted to themselves.

"Nothing. Just don't worry about me," she doesn't seem threatening, but rather perfectly contained, "It confuses me."

"What?" I release her and she immediately turns away, grabbing the apple. She moves back upstairs. I lean against the counter, watching her go until I can't see her anymore. What does she mean? Did I say something? The compulsion to follow her again and ask her once more if she's all right overwhelms me. She told me she's fine, why should I read into it anymore?

I push off the counter and travel upstairs, finding her seated on the bed in her room. A dim light is ignited in the corner by the window, but darkness covers most of the space. She looks up when I enter and she appears lost to me. Sakura's eyes go wide but still seem uncomprehending.

"I don't understand why I want you so badly," she grips the sheets beneath her until her knuckles turn white. The underlying feeling there flies over my head as I try to process what Sakura said.

"Neither do I," admitting I don't know is not the hard part for me; it's the fact that our mutual attraction has now been solidified. But then, as she rakes her delicate fingers through her soft, rosy hair, parts her plump lips to sigh, and blinks her green, glassy eyes at me, I think I do know. She stands and seems almost hesitant to approach me. Sakura walks past me and I become acutely aware of the way she moves as she shuts the door quietly. Maybe no one will notice it's closed. She comes to stand in front of me, peeling off her shirt under which I'm pleased to find she's wearing nothing at all.

"Touch me."


One more time, I think. Just one more time to fuck him out of my system, because apparently I wasn't doing it right before. My lips slide over his as I run my hands under his shirt, exploring the planes of his abdomen. I swear I can feel a difference and I think it must be because he's not been able to exercise since he's come here. Still, he's managed to keep a remarkable amount of muscle definition. Kami, this isn't helping.

I pull away, gasping when his fingers unzip my pants and he shoves a hand into my underwear to stroke me. I should have shaved earlier. My forehead lolls against his shoulder when he finds my clit and presses soft circles around it, teasing me. Before I can stop myself I bite his collar and he hisses, stuttering in his pace. I thought I hurt him but then I feel the bulge in his pants harden further. I lean into him when his hand travels lower, dipping a finger inside of my shallowly. The heel of his hand rests against my clit, increasing pressure against it with every thrust of his finger.

Raking my nails softly down his stomach, I slip beneath Sasuke's trousers and grip him firmly. His stimulated groan traverses through me, heading straight to my core. I pump his shaft slowly at first, thumbing the head of his cock lightly, determined to make him as wanton as I feel. We must look obscene, I think, as we stand here getting each other off, moaning against the other's skin. A quiver sets in my thighs as I feel that blinding heat start to build.

"Sasuke, I'm gonna come," I murmur against his neck. He pulls his hand out of my pants and I cry in frustration, louder than I should have. As though I'm inciting payback, I retract my hand, though he doesn't seem as distraught. He takes my face in his hands and presses a bruising kiss to my mouth.

"Shh," Sasuke whispers then bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. My knees go weak and I think it might be the most erotic kiss I've ever had. He hauls his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. In a second, he flips me around, shoving me against the wall and pushing my garments down enough to expose me. His knee splits my legs, encouraging them apart. I try to grip the smooth surface of the wall, but to no avail and if it weren't for Sasuke's arm snaking around my waist, I'm sure I'd have lost my balance as he thrust into me from behind.

"Fuck," I draw the word out and clamp a hand tight over my mouth. We can't be heard, but Kami I want to scream this pleasure. I want to moan how rigid and thick he feels inside of me. As he plunges into me, the arm around my waist draws me back, flush against him. I push against the wall, aiding him in our race to completion. I know I'm not far off. His other hand slides over mine on the wall, locking our fingers together. Then, Sasuke's fingers glide over my hips and dip between my legs to circle my clit. With a violent explosion, I'm lost, shuddering against him and biting my hand to keep as quiet as possible. Sasuke rocks into me softly, helping me ride out the roiling waves of my orgasm, before pulling out.

"Did you come?" I wobble against the wall to turn myself around and find my answer waiting for me. Sasuke's pants are pooled at his ankles, his thighs tensed, as his hand works quickly on his engorged member. His half-lidded eyes watch me lewdly while he groans. It makes me wet all over again seeing Sasuke finish himself off to me. I step out of my pants and approach Sasuke, pushing his hand away. Sinking to my knees, I part my lips and draw his length into my mouth. He tastes different and for a moment I anticipate that I might hate it. I've tasted myself on a couple occasions, almost all on accident. I didn't find it disgusting, but it wasn't all that appetizing either. However, I find that the mixture of him and myself is not all that bad.

I stroke the base of his shaft and suck sharply on his head but it isn't long before he spurts stream after stream down my throat. He does well to contain the long, low growl that passes from his lips, for the most part. I swallow completely and sit back on my heels, feeling delightfully drained. He seems much the same as he regains control over his ragged breathing and comes to sit on the edge of the bed.


She looks untamed and utterly alluring. Sakura's lips are swollen and wet. Her naked chest heaves as she peers up at me through her dark lashes. Her thighs still tremble and she seems to notice as she squeezes them together. I could fuck her all over again.

Suddenly we hear the door slam downstairs. Both our heads turn to the closed entrance of the room before turning back to each other with wide eyes.