She closed her eyes as Sasuke pulled at the hem of her skirt as they stumbled to their bedroom. This was probably the only thing she could handle between the two of them, the sex.

Sex with him is like art Sakura, it's addicting.

Far from it. The pink haired girl grasped at his shirt and tugged at the buttons as she let out a light moan. The only thing he ever got from her.

Ino, if you like him so much then take him.

His lips attached themselves to her neck as he threw her shirt and skirt onto the hardwood floor, his shirt soon following.

Hands skimmed over her pale skin and she arched her back; she may have hated him but her hormones sure didn't.

But Sakura, he's in love with you.

Gasping as she felt a finger insert itself into her core she gripped the sheets chanting over and over in her head to picture it as Itachi.

"Sakura…"

She tossed her head as he replaced his digit with his manhood, thrusting it into her quickly.

Someone was in a hurry.

Ino… if he loves me than clearly I've done something wrong.

Time passed slowly as she came, her high barely lasted long enough to be called a high. If sex with him was like art, than he must have failed as a painter.

What do you mean?

Getting up she placed a large t-shirt on before crawling back into bed and laying beside him, she had to get used to it.

She just wished that Itachi would come back for her.

I keep trying to make him hate me, but it – it never works.

An arm gripped her waist as the Uchiha pulled her to him, snuggling against her as he fell asleep. She soon after.

Fate was cruel, and being married to him would only be worse.

Sakura, I… can't you just give him a chance?

The fateful day came too soon for the pink haired model as she stood before him on the altar. Her eyes like pools of fake happiness as he kissed her to consummate their coming together.

"I am pleased to present to you Mr and Mrs Uchiha."

No Ino, I can't.

She got what she wanted; she was an Uchiha. Only, she wasn't the right Uchiha's wife.