Here's an update!

It's not as long as I wanted, but I decided to just put what I had up now. I'll get back to it ASAP!

I mean everyone loves a cliff hanger! (Not really!) But they are necessary! ;p Keeps 'em coming back.

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"Madara Uchiha, I am going to kill you!" I yelled out in frustration. I was sitting Indian-style on the floor of Madara's office, ready to blow my brains out.

It had been about a week since the incident, and everything was going smoothly. I would come and work out his schedule for him in the morning and take care of everything after class. Of course in between those things he'd tease and touch me, but I still refrained from crossing the line. I just wasn't there yet.

It had been a week.. And yet I was STILL trying to reorganize all that he had messed up the one day that I wasn't taking care of him! He had pretty much torn apart the entire contents of the filing cabinets trying to look for notes or worksheets for his classes. So who had to reorganize it? ME! Hell he screwed it up! Why do I have to clean up his mess?!

And as if that wasn't enough to make me mad, guess when I had to do all this. On MY free time. When I tried to refuse he basically threatened not to give me any good recommendations when I wanted a job in the future. Why? Because I basically skipped out on my "job" which forced him to mess up the office. I went from mad to livid.

"Ugh!" I through a file of papers to the other side of the room. "I fucking hate Uchiha men!" I yelled as I crossed my arms, trying to control my temper.

Suddenly I heard a small laugh coming from the doorway. I immediately turned my head and saw the man responsible for my rage. I glared at him as he wore his normal cocky smirk.

His smirk grew as he watched me, "I brought you coffee, does that make you hate me a little less?" He said teasingly as he held out a coffee mug to me.

It was 8:00 in the morning.. on a Saturday. Seeing that it was a Saturday, there was no need to wear my uniform. I was planning to be done with this within an hour, but it didn't seem like I'd get off that easy. I was hoping to leave her and meet some friends at the park, so I was wearing a plain, but pretty, white sundress and I had kicked off my white sandals while working.

Madara wasn't wearing his normal full suit, but he still looked pretty dressed up. That's probably just Madara. He was wearing dark jeans, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to this elbows, and black dress shoes. I guess it would be a little weird for a 40 year old man to be wearing t-shirts, I thought to myself with a laugh.

I was inwardly killing him for making me come in on the weekend. I reached out and grabbed the coffee from his hand. Damn him for bringing one of my weaknesses. "No I don't hate you less, but this will make me less cranky."

He chuckled at my response and took a sip of his own coffee. He looked around the room, glancing on the papers that were scattered around the room.

"It doesn't look any better than yesterday." He said, obviously trying to mock me.

I put my coffee down to the side and glared at him. "For your information, it actually happens to be organized in these piles. I only have two more drawers to fix."

He looked at me surprised and sat down at the edge of the bed in his office. "I'm impressed." He seemed to say genuinely.

I smirked and let out a small "hmph!" as I went back to my job. I could feel his eyes staring into my back and heard the smirk in his voice, "Someone is being a bratty child. Drink your coffee."

I turned my head back and glared at him once again. "No thanks. I don't want anything from you, Jerk!" I quickly turned back to the papers in front of me in hopes of avoiding him.

I knew that he was probably laughing at me right now, but I don't care if I'm being irrational. I'm mad right now.

I heard the light clicking sound of Madara's coffee mug being placed on the bedside table. I ignored and continued going through the files and papers. But then he sat down on the floor behind me, and before I knew it was being pulled backwards.

He was sitting behind me, his legs on either side of me and his arms tight around my waist. My back was pressed against his chest and I was sitting with my knees close to my chest. My arms were crossed over my knees, trying to avoid touching him.

He could tell I was avoiding him and nuzzled his head gently against my shoulder, making my head lean the opposite way. He then started kissing gently up and down my neck.

"Stop.." I whined. "You're going to make me lose all of my Saturday." I said as I tried to scoot away, but he kept his arms tight around me.

"Well that was the plan." He said teasingly, I could feel the small smirk against my skin. One arm snaked away from me, but that only made the one around me tighten. His head came up from my neck, and so I turned my head to look at him and scold him. But of course it wouldn't go according to plan.

As soon as I turned my head, his lips crashed onto mine. It surprised me so much that I ended up moaning against his lips, which made his hand grip my side hard.

I felt rush to my cheeks as the kiss became more passionate. It was getting harder to breathe and my heart was beating fast and hard against my chest.

Suddenly he pulled away from me, I opened my eyes and Madara was holding my coffee mug up to my lips. He gave me a mocking smile, "Drink it. It will cure the morning bitchy-ness."

In that moment I wanted to smack him so hard that I was shaking. I started to fight against him, but he had a strong hold on me. So instead I just turned my head and yelled, "You are such a fucking asshole!"

He sighed, clearly starting to get annoyed with me too. He took a sip of my coffee and then put the mug back to the side. I glared at him, no I didn't want the coffee but it was still mine. Then suddenly he grabbed my chin and made me face him. He once again captured my lips, only this time forcing my mouth open. As his tongue entered my mouth, the taste of coffee flooded my mouth, it was over whelming. He continued the kiss until he was convinced that all the coffee had slid down my throat.

He pulled away and I was breathing deep, trying to regain air in my lungs. Madara's forehead rested against mine, his eyes staring into mine, while I looked away embarrassed. "Feel any better now?" He chuckled.

He was beyond persistent, and honestly at this point it was kind of endearing. But there was no way I was going to tell him that.

"I hate you.." I said with a pout.

But he smiled triumphantly, clearly seeing right through me. Instead of teasing me more, like I expected him to, he pressed his lips to mine again for a brief moment before pulling away. He continued this action over and over, lingering on my lips a little longer each time.

Every time he made this contact I would start to melt more and more. I eventually gave in. I turned around to face him, kneeling in front of him as I gently wrapped my arms around his neck. His arms loosely wrapped around my waist as he pulled my body closer to his. This time when we kissed, neither of us pulled away.

Before I knew it, he had swept me to the side and my back was on the floor. My arms were still around his neck as he lay on me, his body between my legs and our lips had never broken contact. His hands were now on my hips, his nails slightly digging into my skin. I moaned softly at the slight pain and pleasure of it.

This only excited him more as his arms circled my waist and he began softly grinding his hips against mine. I arched my back and pressed my body against his as I returned the action. The entire room felt like it was heating up more with every passing second.

His lips glided off mine and down my jaw and neck. My head felt so foggy, but then I suddenly became very aware of the fact that my dress had lifted up and was scrunched up around my waist. Not only that, but I was now VERY aware of Madara's hardness pressed against my panties.

I felt all my blood rush to my cheeks, "M-Madara..!" I said as I closed my eyes tight, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Hm?" He made that small noise as he continued kissing my neck.

"I-I.." I had no idea how to react, this was starting to go far.. ".. I should get back to the filing cabinets!" I said in an attempt to stop him. But he didn't seem to be listening anymore.

He pressed his lips against mine again, this time harder than before. His tongue found it's way back into my mouth, urging mine to play with his. I glided my hands from his neck to his chest, tightly gripping his shirt. This was getting a lot more intense then I was expecting.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. I had seen that look before and I knew where this was going. I opened my mouth to speak but he interrupted me.

"There's no more running away. I've lost my patience." He said, slightly annoyed.

Before I could even expect it, he quickly took hold of the bottom of my dress and lifted it over my head. I gasped out of surprise and put my arms over my chest, and crossed one leg over the other in an effort to cover myself.

Madara lifted himself off of me and picked me up bridal style before lightly throwing me on the bed. I bit my lip out of nervousness as he stood next to the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt.

My heart thumped hard against my chest as the thought of what was about to happen ran through my head. Sure we had gotten close to this before, but it was interrupted. But it's Saturday.. There's no one here. Nothing could possibly get in the way of what Madara wanted now..

There's no going back..