A/N

Hey guys, sorry about the wait, I had most of the chapter done and then school started and then I was SWAMPED with work, and then I tried writing it again but I was having a really hard time (and I've also been kind of working on another story – not fanfiction - on the side) and I'm not sure when or how fast the next chapter is going to be up...

*sigh* excuses, excuses…

Well, this one is up, I hope you like it.

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Okay, here we go.

Sakura's POV

I twitched out of sleep – the type of waking that happens when there's some sort of disturbance, like you hear a sound, and your consciousness is in that place in between. Where you hear a voice and you stir and jerk once, then jerk twice when it happens again, and then open your eyes, confused, and by the time you sit up in bed you forget whatever you were thinking about before, or whatever dream you were just having.

And by the time I sat up I was fully aware of what was going on.

"Sakura."

It was that tone of voice used when talking to a misbehaving dog. The dog that's trained to slink away with its tail between its legs when it recognizes the quality of its name.

Along with it came the persistent tapping of a foot on thin carpet.

"Sakura." Same tone, just a little louder than before. My mother stared at me from my doorway, head tilted downwards, her eyes looking at me with what seemed like disappointment. However, I knew better. I was in for an ass-whuppin.

"Hi… mom…" I answered shortly, awkwardly.

"Sakura," she said for the third time since I had awoken. I rubbed my eyes unnecessarily, only to divert them from straying to her stone cold face. "Would you like to tell me where the hell you've been all night?" This tone she used was surprisingly calm, but it didn't fool me. She was like a lawyer: she could use the right techniques to make you lie or to make you feel guilty or to make you squirm under her gaze and inquiries, and then, before you know it, you've walked right into her trap.

The easiest way to deal with it is to just go with the flow. Trying to fight back is playing with fire.

"Um… I was out." I replied, still short, still awkward.

"Out where?"

"At a party…"

"A party?" She raised her eyebrows and I tried not to wince, knowing I was right in the palm of her hand. "Did you tell me you were going to a party?"

"…No… But usually it's not a big deal… going out…. With friends… usually…" I started fiddling with the blanket still draped over my legs.

"Not a big deal? Do you think coming home at three in the morning is not a big deal? That having your mother not knowing where the hell you were all night is not a big deal?"

Crap. She's using my own words. She even gestured quotation marks around them.

"Uh… I guess I should have said something to you…" I'm not going to mention that I told dad where I was going. Not with her.

"You guess? Well, I guess that you have some explaining to do."

"Yeah…"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Um… I went… to a party. But I didn't do anything… I was just a designated driver…"

"You didn't do anything, did you?" Crap. Another bad response.

"…No…"

"Then would you like to explain to me why the hell you have that on your neck?"

"Uh…" A hickey?! CRAP. I didn't know that was there.

It must have been from…

Sasuke….

In the closet….

Images raced through my head and certain parts of me started to tingle. I lifted my hand to my neck, unsure of where such a mark was, but felt comforted that it just might be covered up.

"Sakura." There it was again, that tone of voice. If only I were a dog and could just slink away.

"…We played spin the bottle… that's all…" I felt the flush creeping up my neck and to my cheeks. You're not supposed to talk to your mom about these sorts of things…

"Spin the bottle is something, Sakura." Her voice rose with each sentence she spoke.

"Well, I didn't think…"

"Were you lying to me, then, Sakura?"

"No…"

"But you said you did nothing."

"Yeah… but…"

"Are you lying about anything else?"

"No…"

"How can I be sure?"

"I don't know…"

"You don't know?" She raised her eyebrows again, false surprise in her voice.

"No…" Ugh; I felt like I was five again. Or worse. And what gives her the right to know what I was doing with my friends, anyways?

"I think we could maybe start by having you grounded for the week."

"But Mom-" Ooohhhh. Don't reply, Sakura. Talking back is never good with mom.

"And then take away your cell phone privileges."

"My cell phone doesn't have anything to do-" Gah! Shut your mouth Sakura!

"Did you have your cell phone last night?"

"…yes…" Crap. She already got me.

"And could you have called me?"

"…yes…"

"And did you?"

"No…"

"Then what makes you think I can trust you with one if you aren't going to use it properly?"

I stayed silent, looking down at my hands which were wringing childishly in my lap.

"Sakura?" She pressed when I didn't answer.

"I'm sorry…" I replied. I used the tone of voice that meant I was sorry for everything. Even if I wasn't.

My mom got the message, "Sorry for what?" She persisted, and I wanted to do nothing more than stomp up to her and slam the door in her face; Inner Sakura even wanted to scream 'DIE BITCH' at the same time.

Still, it was frustrating. Not only did I have a headache from the little amount of sleep I got, but I got one on top of that one from having this conversation with my mom.

"I'm sorry," I answered, and then expanded, "For being irresponsible and for not thinking. Ino and I should have been home at a more reasonable hour and shouldn't have kept you worrying like that. I understand the consequences and take responsibility for my actions…"

The only good thing about having these conversations so many times is that I know exactly what to say in the 'sorry speech'. And it's always good to involve Ino – my mom and her get along super well. They're both really into fashion and literally have full conversations about red carpet dresses or the latest celebrity style winners and losers, do's and don't's.

My mom seemed to contemplate my answer in her head before saying, "Good, I forgive you then, but you are still grounded."

"Okay," I said, and let her walk away to cool off somewhere, hoping my dad wasn't going to be anywhere in her line of fire. Although completely bummed about being grounded, I was momentarily elated: she forgot all about my-

"Oh and Sakura, I'll have your cell phone now." She said, popping her head back into my room.

Damn it. I hoped she forgot about that.

"Kay…" I got out of bed slowly and reluctantly found my purse and gave her my new, pretty, cell phone that Puriti had gotten to me. Bye-bye Chemistry room booty calls.

Finally my mom left the room for the last time.

Ugh.

Bitch.

I hate her so much sometimes. Oh well, at least that one went a lot better – my dad didn't get involved, there was no yelling, screaming, or crying on my part, and I was only grounded for a week, which really isn't that bad.

Except…

Shit. I'm supposed to meet Hinata at Starbucks in five minutes.

And I'm supposed to go to Sasuke's today to work on our science project (insert tingly feeling here).

Okay, well first lets just make a quick call to the guys and tell them to relocate our rendezvous to my place (eek, Sasuke in my house!) and then I'll call Hinata and fix that problem.

So I found the house phone (sigh, not my cell phone), and called Naruto. His guardian answered and I left a message with him. Then I called Sasuke.

Sasuke's POV

Turns out there wasn't a smart way to open the door.

Turns out, Sasuke was too drunk and too tired to even begin a search to even try and open the door.

So at the time it seemed like an okay idea, even though being totally inebriated did cloud his judgment substantially: after putting out his cigarette, he tripped around the mansion once to find a possible way in, and after concluding that there wasn't one, the doormat started to look pretty comfy.

Almost… pillow like.

And no, it didn't occur to him that he could have climbed in the way he usually climbs out of his room (although he probably couldn't even make it up the back porch steps then…), no it didn't occur to him that he could call someone since he had a working cell phone, and no it didn't occur to him that maybe the lawn chairs by the pool, or Sarah's trampoline in the backyard could provide more comfort than a doormat.

To him, last night, the house was empty and impenetrable. And the doormat seemed particularly homey.

Which is why he woke up, wondering why it was so cold, why he didn't have any covers, and, upon opening his eyes…

Why… was he on the front porch?

Then movement near his chest caught his attention, which brought up another question:

Why…

…was Sarah on the front porch too?

Yes, it was those three thoughts that entered his mind first. The lack of covers, his location on the porch… and Sarah… on the front steps as well… beside him… sleeping…?

It wasn't the boob incident (which is how he was now and would soon refer to it), it wasn't that he had literally walked out on Myri and her… proposal (and it was Myri. It takes a lot of will power to do such an act as Sasuke did), it wasn't that he would start to get this funny feeling when he thought of, cough, erm, paper towel girl, nor was it that he would soon receive word of her and then make a rather bold decision. And it also wasn't the painful crick in his neck or the blinding sun in his eyes or the pounding headache that caused him to reach for non existent covers so he could roll over and go back to sleep until he realized that he was still on his front porch and had slept there the whole night…

No, it was the lack of covers, his location on the porch and Sarah snuggled up to his chest.

The girl in question stirred in her sleep. As Sasuke sat up, rolling his shoulders and quietly cursing, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes from the light that seemed way too strong, Sarah opened her eyes. She yawned, scratched her head, sat up as well, and said, quite casually, "Good morning sleepy head."

In a moment of confusion, as he was still on his front porch and Sarah had been sleeping beside him (for how long?) and he had just started thinking of the seven secondary thoughts previously mentioned, Sasuke replied back, his voice husky from just waking: "Good morning."

Then blinked once, as such generic greetings are highly uncharacteristic of him.

He looked down at Sarah still disordered and slightly puzzled, then back to the front porch, shook his head once, blinked again, and then decided he should go grab some extra strength Tylenol for his hangover and his neck.

So Sasuke stood up abruptly, holding the ache near his shoulders, and entered the front door (which was now, somehow, open) and Sarah hurried to follow him.

"Wanna hear about my dream?" She asked, keeping stride and smiling up at him.

"No."

"Well, I was in this magical land of squirrels and I really wanted ice cream so I went to this ice cream shop but all they had was frozen yogurt! Can you believe it?"

"No."

"So I say to the ice cream man, 'Where's your ice cream?' and he says 'Ice cream? Little girl that's all the way over there!' So you know what I have to do?"

"No."

"I had to take a taxi all the way to the other side of the street! And when I finally got to the real ice cream store, I couldn't get in because there was an alligator selling the ice cream! Can you believe it?"

"No."

"Boy, let me tell you…"

And Sarah continued her long, adventurous tale laced with magic and squirrels as Sasuke tuned her out and walked to the kitchen where he filled a tall glass with water and fetched two extra strength Tylenols from one of the cupboards.

After taking both pills he opened the fridge and took the closest piece of food out, which happened to be half of a pre-made submarine sandwich. Being thankful that he wasn't feeling too nauseous from the previous night's events, he took a seat on the counter and proceeded to eat his breakfast, completely zoning out.

It wasn't Sarah and her whining, or the explanation of her dream that caught Sasuke's attention; it wasn't the way she was trying to climb the counter or even that she was whining about how she couldn't get on the counter – what snapped him out of his daze was the harsh-for-a-hangover ring of the phone.

Sarah gave up trying to climb the counter and ran full speed to the telephone.

"Hello, you've reached the Carter house, this is Princess Sarah speaking; how may I help you?" She asked in a calm, trained voice. Sasuke listened as Sarah continued her conversation (with whom? And why?), "Hi!... yeah… Nope, he's busy eating a sandwich… wanna come over and play on my trampoline?... but it will be so much fun… aw, okay…Okay!... wow, superfantabulous... Uh-huh… okay… okay, love you darling, buh-bye!"

Sasuke stared at his sister as she made her way back over to him.

She looked at him innocently, "What?"

"Who was that?" asked Sasuke, knowing that six-year olds don't usually answer and maintain phone calls with random people on a regular basis. Plus the conversation had partly been about him, what with the sandwich reference and all.

"Oh, just my new best friend."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"Gosh do I have to explain everything?"

Sasuke's silence was her answer. If she had seen the look on his face she would have realized that he had zoned out again.

"Sakura called," she started to explain, and Sasuke tried to make his sudden attention casual, "and she asked if you were there and I said you were busy eating a sandwich because you were, and then she said okay, then I asked her if she wanted to come over and play on my trampoline but she said she couldn't because she was grounded so then we talked about some stuff – don't worry Sasuke, its just a girl thing – and then she asked me to tell you that she couldn't come over to work on science today because she was grounded and that all you guys should come over to her place instead, at the same time you usually would have gotten together, and then we talked some more and then she said that she had to go so then I said okay, love you darling, buh-bye."

Sarah, finished with her story, started breathing heavily to catch her breath.

Sasuke, paused in thought, took another bite of his sandwich.

Did he really want to go to Sakura's? He could just pretend he never got the message – because, with everything taken account for (he didn't know how she would react to the previous night's events, he may have to encounter her mom, etc, etc) he could just not go…

…Ch.

He was wasting his own time even asking himself that question.

"Sasuke?" Sarah asked, bringing him out of his thoughts, "Have you seen Muffin?"

Muffin…

The real question is, 'When hasn't he seen Muffin?" Of course, not this morning, in that he was catching some z's on the front porch, but Sarah's new cat – the fluffy white ball that Sarah had dressed in a pink ribbon, that would have been named 'Birthday Cake,' because it was caught eating desserts left out on the counter, had Marie not subtly dissuaded the idea– seemed to take a liking to Sasuke. Actually, that's an understatement. 'Muffin' liked to follow Sasuke around everywhere. Everywhere. She liked to cuddle up to him when he sat down, rub against his legs when he stood still, play with his laces when he had running shoes on – it's a good thing the cat didn't know how to climb ladders or Sasuke would wake up every morning covered in cat hair.

Naruto, upon seeing Muffin for the first time, cuddling up to Sasuke who was on his couch watching TV and ignoring the animal, had laughed hysterically and only managed to choke out the words,

"Dude. Is that your cat?"

"No." Sasuke had replied, pushing Muffin away. Unfortunately, Muffin thought this was some sort of game and started pawing at Sasuke's fingers. Naruto laughed even harder and Sasuke, frustrated, picked Muffin up in one hand, walked (stomped) past Naruto to the door to his room, set her (gently) outside and closed the door. He walked past Naruto again, glaring, and sat back on the couch.

No, it wasn't his cat.

And no, he hadn't seen Muffin.

"No." Sasuke answered. Although that probably wouldn't be the case in a couple of minutes, when Muffin would eventually find out he was in the house. As always.

"Oh. She probably got lost again… I'll go find her," Sarah replied, and started running out of the kitchen.

She paused for a moment when she reached the threshold, "Oh, and Sakura also asked me to tell you to be careful on your way out the door 'cause you wouldn't want to trip again," and then raced off to find Muffin.

Sasuke slid off the counter and made his way to his room to shower and dress, a small smirk at the edge of his lips despite the scowl on his face just moments before and the hangover harassing his head.

Sakura's POV

Dear diary/God/Buddha/Whatever,

Gah! I told Hinata. Everything. It's okay though, really. I threatened her into not telling anyone.

Well, not really threatened, I just told her that if she spilled the beans, then I'd post the video that Ino and I found on an old camera she brought to school for one of her classes, of her, age 8; dancing at a backstreet boys concert – very cute, I don't know why she's so embarrassed by it : )

See, I had called her, apologized, explained my privilege-less situation, asked if she would like to come over to my house (warning her of the possible land mines storming about with my precious cell phone in possession), and begged her to pick me up a Grande Skinny Vanilla Latte on the way out of Starbucks.

So she came to my house, I paid her back for the latte, we made it to my room with no mother-related interferences, and that's where she asked me why I was grounded.

So then I started to embarrassingly explain last night – Ino getting drunk, the drive home and how late it was.

And then she asked me, with a blush, why I had a hickey on my neck (which I have to remember to cover up), so I started to explain all the details I missed before – spin the bottle, Myri, Sasuke in the closet, what happened on the drive home.

And then she asked me – after I apologized a thousand times for kissing Naruto, telling her I didn't like him and that it was just for the game, and that is was so awkward and weird and how discomforting it was for the both of us – don't worry, she soon forgave me – why the situation happened with Sasuke in the first place and all that jazz.

So then, I gave in. I explained what had happened ever since Naruto started the bet – the texting, the kissing, the cat-shopping, everything. And after I explained all of that, I had to explain everything that had happened before the bet had started – although she knew most of that anyways.

Basically, I dictated my whole love-life to Hinata, from start to present, in a span of ten minutes. The two minutes that followed (the laughing, the squealing, the "oh-my-god"-ing) made us look like twelve-year old Jonas Brothers fans. And as it came to a close, I had to make her promise (with the threat included) that she couldn't tell anyone – especially Naruto – about what I had told her. Not until the bet had finished or something actually happened between Sasuke and I.

Speaking of Sasuke…

Sasuke's POV

Sasuke knocked on the Haruno's front door, silently hoping that it wasn't Sakura's mom who would answer.

Luckily it was her dad who answered the door.

After letting him in and introducing himself, saying he worked for his mom etc, etc, he called up to Sakura saying that Sasuke had arrived and then excused himself to his office.

After a couple of minutes, when Sakura still hadn't come down (well, he did purposefully arrive twenty minutes early), he decided that he would go up. Because he wasn't going to wait for her all day… and no one was looking.

However, upon entering her room, Sasuke found Naruto's girlfriend – Hinata? – not Sakura, sitting on the bed.

The two silently stared at each other, one's face going extremely red. Noise from the connected bathroom caught both of their attention.

"I mean, I can't believe he's here already," It was Sakura's voice, sounding frantic and flustered, as usual. "And… gah! I still have to put on my makeup!" There were small clatters and bangs and then Sakura popped her head out of the washroom, a straightener and brush in either hand, "Hinata-"

Only to spot Sasuke, standing at her doorway, seeing her in all of her half-straightened-hair, bare-faced, pajama clothed glory.

She uttered a small, surprised, terrified 'eek' and hid back inside the bathroom.

Sakura's POV

… He's here. In my room. And he saw me all disheveled and half-ready and flustered while Hinata sat awkwardly on my bed.

"Uh…" I choked on my words and then managed to spit out, "I'll… I'll be out in a minute!"

Oh my god. Why is he here? He's like, twenty minutes early! And I'm barely even dressed!

Okay, stay calm. I'll just finish getting ready, finish straightening my hair, put on my makeup and all that, and then… go get my clothes…

"Um… S-Sakura? I think… I'm going to g-g-go now…" Hinata called to me, and I called back a good-bye and a sorry and a 'thanks' for the latte. I heard her exit my bedroom and felt bad that she had to leave so suddenly and awkwardly. But I knew she understood the situation – heck, I just explained it to her only a half hour ago. Now I had to hurry up in here while Sasuke waited outside.

I quickly finished my hair, settling for a ponytail since it wasn't entirely straight. Then I quickly did my makeup, which was easy since it was really only the basics – and some cover up for the extremely dark circles under my eyes (no thanks to the party animals last night). Finished in the bathroom, there were only my clothes to deal with.

Silently, awkwardly, I exited my bathroom, and quickly walked to my dresser, glancing briefly at Sasuke who was leaning against the doorframe with a hint of impatience in his eyes. I grabbed the first pair of shorts I could find and did the same with a tank-top (luckily it was the one that Sasuke indirectly said he liked), and rushed back to the bathroom, starting to blush.

I got dressed in record time and then gave myself a once-over in the mirror, making sure I looked good – but not too good, so that I looked like I was trying just for him.

I exited the bathroom for the last time and found Sasuke still leaning against the doorframe of the entrance to my room. Instead of awkwardly standing there by my bathroom, I made my way to my bed and nervously sat down, my eyes looking everywhere but him.

My peripheral vision caught Sasuke quietly kicking the door shut and then also making his way to my bed, taking a seat beside me.

After a moment of silence I stated, in hopes of some answers, "Um… you're early…"

"Hn…" He replied. I glanced at him to gauge his expression just as he turned his head to look down at me.

After a split second I looked away quickly, while he, in a much more casual manner, turned his gaze to the rest of my room, where I'm guessing he took in his surroundings.

My assumption was correct; leaning back on his hands he said in a slow monotone, "It's very… pink."

"…yeah…" I replied, unsure of anything else to say.

"…and… green." he continued, and for an instant I was reminded of the mysterious Facebook message I received from him, the 'pink or green' one. I pushed it to the back of my mind, since I don't know if he remembers or if he's ever going to bring that up, or if he even wants it to be brought up. Talking to Sasuke is like treading in deep water – because it's actual talking.

"…yeah…" I repeated. If you count our short, one word sentences talking.

He stood up – not suddenly, but not expected – and circled my room slowly, getting a more detailed look at its contents. He wasn't being nosy or anything, he was just walking… and looking. Except for when he would periodically stop in front of the clusters of pictures that adorned my walls – magazine cut outs, pictures of me as a kid, pictures of me and my friends, just… plain embarrassing pictures.

"Um…" I started when he, with his hands in his pockets and his usual indifference, was looking at some of the silly ones of me and my friends. I got off my bed and walked over to him in hopes of taking his attention away from those really embarrassing pictures. "Those… that was a long time ago…" I stated, and laughed nervously to fill the silence that followed, even if they were pictures from only a year or two ago.

He peered closely at one, probably to embarrass me – as it was Ino, Hinata and I making stupid faces at the camera (well, maybe not Hinata so much).

"They're stupid, really," I continued.

He raised an eyebrow, still looking at the same picture.

"Uh," I giggled nervously again and stepped in between Sasuke and the pictures, blocking his view, "Maybe, we could just not look at those… or something…" I felt my face flushing as Sasuke looked down at me. I wrung my hands uneasily.

Then Sasuke took his hand and slowly brought it to settle on one of my hips. We both watched as the other one did the same on the other side. I looked up to him, meeting his gaze. He pulled me closer, then turned us around, and then…

...he pushed me out of the way.

"She was at the party last night." He stated, turning back to the picture he was just looking at and pointing at Ino. I mentally huffed, wanting to hit him over the head as he looked at me for confirmation.

"Yes." I grumbled.

"Hn. Didn't see much of her," he continued, "What's her name?"

I didn't see his hidden smirk, so I answered back annoyed, "Ino, shouldn't you know that?"

I mean what the hell? Wasn't he just flirting with her just a week ago, trying to make me jealous? And why is he even asking about her? "And for your information," I continued, getting angry, "she was –"

"Who's that guy?" he asked, interrupting me and pointing at another picture in the same cluster.

"Uh…" I found where his finger was pointing and my anger drained back to nervousness. "That's... uh... Moji..."

"Hn..." He replied. Ugh, I should have taken that picture down – I only kept it because it was a really good picture of me, I swear it wasn't for sentimental reasons (since Moji's an ass…). It was me in grade 8, sitting beside Moji who had his arm around me. Ino and two other girls from elementary school were sitting with us as well, in a restaurant. However, neither of them were sitting as close as Moji and I…

"You look… comfy." He said, and I really hoped that it wasn't just my imagination hearing the hint of jealousy in his voice.

"That was… a long time ago too…" I answered, and then felt the need, an impulse, to say, "He's my… ex-boyfriend."

Sasuke looked at me with his eyebrows raised slightly.

"No shit," he said in an almost disbelieving tone. I was confused by his response, but little did I know that at the time Sasuke was having some sort of revelation dating back to his cruise on Christmas Break.

"Uh… yeah," I retorted, thinking the disbelieving tone had to do with the fact that he didn't believe that I had a boyfriend.

Then his expression turned into a scowl, and again, unbeknownst to me at the time, he had another sort of revelation – this one dating back to only yesterday when he was on his date with Karin.

In the short silence that followed I realized that if Sasuke continued to look at my pictures then eventually he would reach a cluster of more recent pictures of me... and a certain blonde… Again, they weren't really for sentimental reasons, they were pictures of me and Naruto at the Katana concert or various dates from way back when… which also happened to be when we were a couple… and standing very close to each other… and…maybeevenkissing…

So I don't think Sasuke – nor I – would be very happy if he saw that. But Sasuke kept looking through the pictures; smirking at some, raising his eyebrows at others (while I was watching him, mortified), and he was getting closer and closer to the pictures of Naruto. So… how do I distract him?

The first thing that came to mind was to flirt. Or be seductive. Or do something along those lines. I mean, he's Sasuke. That would distract him enough, or at least occupy his attention. But do I even know how to do that?

"Right, back to not looking at my pictures," I said, and squeezed into the space between him and the wall for the second time. He looked down at me with an annoyance that wasn't fair – why is he be annoyed at me when he's the one creeping my pictures?

"Um…" I tried to think of something to say, which is almost impossible when I'm looking him in the eyes. How do I be flirty? What do all of those magazines say to do?

Ah, I know.

Eye contact.

So, in an attempt to be flirty, I half-lidded my eyes – doing that thing that all of those Jane Austin novels do where the girl looks up through her lashes in what is an apparently becoming and feminine way. Then again, maybe I shouldn't use flirting tips from the early 1800's…

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"They're… just… stupid…" I said weakly, trying to regain some of my composure, trying to smile. "They're not really… important…"

Ugh, could I say anything more stupid? Okay, so I made eye contact. What next? I guess that would be something physical, what with him being so close and all. Plus, I needed to do something physical to make up for my lack of verbal prowess.

So I lifted a finger to run down his chest, because that's really flirty, right? Except I chickened out part way through and ended just putting my palm flat against him. GAH – how am I supposed to be seductive!?

Okay…. Let's try moving over to the bed… that'll get him far enough away from the pictures… a change of location is good… and then there's the added bonus of the possibility of making out…

My first thought was to slowly push him back to the bed with the hand on his chest – giving him some sort of flirty look – or maybe mention for him to lead us there– but my hand was still on his chest, should I do something with that?

With Sasuke still staring down at me I realized I was taking up too much time and making room for awkward silence, so with nothing else to do I acted without really thinking. I took a deep breath, overwhelmed with the butterflies in my stomach, and…

… patted his chest a couple of times with the hand that was already resting on it.

…wait…

…uh…why did I do that!?

I mean who does that? What am I supposed to do now?

I darted my eyes around the room, catching his raised eyebrow. Crap, do something quick, Sakura.

I took another deep breath. Let's try to be honest, maybe make a joke out of it, maybe he won't think of me as the freak I'm acting out to be. "Okay," I started awkwardly. I could feel my face starting to flush. "I… uh… don't really know why I did that…" Giggling nervously, I looked up to see his expression…

Yup, he does think I'm a freak. Both eyebrows are raised now, and his blank stare is pretty much saying the rest.

Then… why do I feel very warm hands taking hold of my waist…

"Sakura," he started slow and low, "If you just want to make out with me," I could hear the cockiness creep into his voice, "all you have to do is ask."

For a second there, I got really annoyed. I took in a deep breath and was about to retort with something about him being a pompous asshole (well, not in such a forward way), when one of those warm hands pulled me closer, and the other one slid up to my back and I sort of forgot what I was going to say.

"Uh… well… if you really want to then I guess that's, um, okay…" I replied, wincing at how stupid I sounded.

"Hn," Sasuke replied with the subtle hints of a smirk on his lips, and turned us around, moving towards my bed.

He let me drop onto the mattress first before moving over top of me, muttering a 'ch, wierdo' under his breath – which I heard, and might I add he's about to make out with this weirdo, thank you very much.

And this weirdo can be flirty and seductive, okay? All I have to do…

…is figure out how to do that first…

Just for a second here, let's pretend that Sakura isn't as nervous and inexperienced as she actually is and can actually initiate a kiss or something like that. Let's just pretend that I know what I'm doing and maybe everything will work out…

I tentatively placed my hands on his shoulders.

Sasuke, taking his own cue to lead, replaced his hands on my hips. I pretended to give a short laugh to hide the shivers that went through my spine.

You know what? I bet you that this was what Sasuke planned all along. He came over early to have some alone time before Naruto came over. And alone time for Sasuke is purely physical.

So I tilted my chin up towards him, trying to start a kiss that would be all seductive and sexy and would kick Myri's butt. It's just, I don't know how to do that, and I don't recall any magazines telling me how to do that. So it's a good thing that Sasuke took the lead again.

Only seconds after we started kissing, Sasuke moved one of the hands on my hips to hold the back of my neck. The other stayed put but pressed us embarrassingly close together. Well, I thought it was embarrassing. Sasuke… seemed to like it.

As he continued to lead the kiss I struggled to hold some dominance – to maintain that flirtiness or sexiness or whatever I was trying to do before. So for the second time I brought my hand out to run along his chest, and both of our eyes were closed so it was a little less intimidating. At the same time I timidly tried to nip his lip.

However after I initiated each of those actions, Sasuke suddenly became unresponsive.

I was scared at first, wondering if I was doing something he didn't like, or if I was doing something wrong or if he was just losing interest. But then, after I pulled back to see him rolling his eyes, I felt like an idiot again.

"Sakura," he said tiredly, as if I was a little kid who had done something wrong for the tenth time in a row. I stared back at him, trying to disguise the fear on my face. "What are you doing?" he asked in that same tone.

I suddenly felt childish – like I was the little kid who had done something wrong for the tenth time.

"Um…" I started, "Being, er, seductive? Or… at least trying to…" I replied sheepishly. "I don't know…"

He rolled his eyes and I tried to look everywhere but him.

"Hn," there was a sudden smirk on his face, and in an instant he had flipped us over, bringing his lips a hairs breadth from my ear. "If you want to be seductive…" he began, sliding his hands back to my waist, "you should try something a little more… daring," and on the last word his hands slid around to my backside, and suddenly pressed our bodies together again.

Okay, so, Sasuke just grabbed my butt. Actually, he's grabbing my butt. His hand's still there, and it's still holding us in place. So not only are we extreeeeeemely close now, but he's working on moving the borders back a little.

And he's getting away with it…

I mean, it's not like he just grabbed my boob like he did last night… and as I quickly glanced at him I saw that he was watching me. I'm pretty sure he was trying to gauge my expression…

And I did kind of like it…

So I ducked my head down into the crook of his neck, waiting for him to continue and take over again, pretending to not really notice that he just pushed the borders, pretending that it was okay for him to do that…

Shortly after, while I was tense and blushing furiously, extremely embarrassed with our modified position, Sasuke started kissing, nipping, the sides of my neck, my cheeks, even all the way down to my collar bone (which is pretty low considering the top I was wearing). His hands started to roam, moving from my butt to my thighs, to my sides, across my stomach, on my back, in my hair. Once again Sasuke had complete dominance, and I had no control. The only resistance I had against him was the ability to weakly order (… alright, ask) him to try and not give me another hickey.

Eventually I realized that this was another one of Sasuke's games. Not since he had flipped us over had he actually kissed me on the lips. It was then that I started to get anxious. I mean, there are times that I like Sasuke flustering me, and there are times that I don't – not that this is either of them – it's just this time it wasn't the flustering that was getting to me. I felt the need to actually kiss him, and it felt… different. Different in the way that I usually just go with the flow with Sasuke – I let him lead and me follow, I don't ask I just receive, I don't even try I just let him do what he wants. But this time it was what I wanted. And I really, really wanted to kiss Sasuke.

Maybe it was because I had just reached my fluster-limit or something like that, or maybe it was the way he was holding me so close…

Either way, I turned my head to the side, inhaling deeply to catch my breath. Sasuke continued his line of fire across my neck. "Sas…" I tried, and then cleared my throat, trying to get his name out.

"Mmm," Sasuke replied, which I think was a "Hn,' except his mouth was pressed to my skin. I shivered despite how incredibly hot it was getting, feeling the hum of the sound against my neck.

"…Just…" I began breathlessly, "Just… kiss me…"

In return, Sasuke's pace slowed significantly. He seemed to pause, as if thinking, suavely repeated his 'all you have to do is ask' phrase, before finally bringing his head up to kiss me.

This one was slow and deep. Sasuke pressed us so close together that I could feel every inch of his body against mine. And finally, when he loosened his hold a bit, I was able to gain enough confidence to bring my hands up to his chest, to give him some… feedback.

I wasn't necessarily trying to please him, it was simply for my own purposes that I started tracing his abdomen with my fingers. And I wasn't trying to do anything that would… compromise the pleasant make-out session we were having… it's not like I really noticed my hands were that close to the hem of his pants… I mean, it's not like I meant to put them that far down, nor trace them as… sensually… as Sasuke found it… I was just moving my fingers along his waist… against his bare skin… multiple times…

Sasuke's hands suddenly shot out and caught both of mine in response, holding them where they were. His body had tensed and I froze too, once again scared and nervous that I had done something wrong, especially since his eyes were closed, a slight frown in his expression… because I swear I didn't know…

His eyes opened, piercing now, just as his small grimace turned into a small smirk. "Sakura," he murmured in an incredibly sexy voice. Then he chuckled the tiniest bit – something which would have confused me had I not been so nervous at the time. "Unless you want things to go to the next level, I suggest you relocate your… ministrations to somewhere… higher up." And then, always looking for a chance to fluster me, he loosened his grip on my hands and continued, "But by all means, do as you please."

I couldn't have been more embarrassed. Yes, in a way it's extremely gratifying that I know that I could do, and just did, that to Sasuke, but it was also extremely, extremely mortifying (though kudos to him, for remembering and mentioning the borders).

Anyways, as the revelation hit I could feel my face gradually getting a deeper and deeper shade of red. My hand, which was now free from his grasp, went to cover my eyes as I mumbled a 'sorry' to him.

And then – there it was – that chuckle again, a deep, rich, sexy sound that passed through the closed lips of his smirk. Shortly after, he bent down and kissed me again.

However, before anything else could happen – before I could respond to the kiss, before I could ask him what he thought was so funny, before I could even close my eyes – my dad called up from downstairs, informing us that Naruto was here.

I jumped at my dad's voice while Sasuke seemed unfazed. However, at the sudden end of our kiss, he had let out a small groan.

"Uh," I sprang up from my bed, frantic and nervous, leaving Sasuke still lying down, looking rather disappointed. Had we lost track of time that easily? Had Naruto arrived early? What would he think if Sasuke was here and no work was done (and if I had a hickey)?

With my face beat red, I got off the bed. Quickly pacing, clenching and unclenching my fists, I tried to think of something to do. Sasuke was watching me from the bed, looking quite amused.

"Sasuke," I turned to him, getting an idea. He had already gotten himself standing. "Go to my computer – pretend we were doing research or something!"

He didn't so much reply as he lazily walked to my computer with a bored, slightly smug look on his face.

I left to book it down the stairs, but before I could reach the door, Sasuke cleared his throat, catching my attention. I turned back to him, my eyes still wide and panicky.

"You might want to…" He took one of his hands and briefly motioned to the area around his neck. This action could have potentially saved my life.

"Oh, right," I exclaimed, running to the bathroom, and did a quick scan in the mirror for any new and uncovered hickeys, the thing which Sasuke had motioned for. Although there wasn't anything outstanding – which was good – there were quite a few red marks adorning my neck… A quick swipe of cover up in a few places did the trick, and I finally ran downstairs to greet Naruto in the hallway, trying to calm my blush.

"Hey… you," I said, slowing once I reached the bottom. "Thanks," I called to my dad as he left the room to go work in his office (cough-watch golf-cough).

"Hey Sak," Naruto replied. Thankfully, he didn't catch on to my flushed cheeks or the fact that I ran down the stairs in a hurry, looking extremely suspicious.

"So, how's it going," I said, trying to make conversation.

"Meh, its okay," he answered, and then spotted Samuel slinking into the room, probably recognizing Naruto's voice or smell. "Hey, Sammy," he called out and then bent down to pet him.

Samuel arrived just in time. Now Sasuke will have a bit extra to make it look like we were doing something other than creeping pictures of me, flirting, and making out.

As Naruto picked Sam up, who was surprisingly compliant, he asked, "Where's Sasuke?"

Right, he probably saw the Maserati outside. "Um, he's upstairs, we were just doing research on my computer."

"Okay, cool," he replied, and we both made our way up to my room. I let out a brief sigh – I had the situation under control.

Upon entry, I found out that Sasuke had worked his genius – he already had a paragraph typed up and a couple of web pages opened to our topic. It made me wonder why he was putting up with Naruto and me if he could get the whole entire project done within an hour. I clenched my hand and, well… the memory of Sasuke's skin on my fingertips gave me an answer or two.

Upon seeing us enter, I found Sasuke flicker his eyes to both of us and then rest them on Samuel, who was still in Naruto's arms. Was that a 'wtf?' look, or a slightly jealous one?

"Oh, um, this is Samuel…. My cat," I said, introducing Sam to Sasuke, who'd only seen glimpses of him or heard of him through Sarah.

Sasuke seemed uninterested and turned back to the monitor. I went to find two chairs for me and Naruto to sit in.

When noon came around Naruto complained that he was hungry, breaking the slightly awkward tension between all of us with his predictable comment. We all trekked down the stairs to my kitchen, where, after arguing with Naruto on what to eat, we finally decided on macaroni and cheese – again – but the deal was that I had to steer clear when the butter came out.

Being the teenagers that we are, we procrastinated after lunch. Instead of going straight back to work we hung around in my kitchen and talked (well, one of us not so much…). We all tread lightly around the events from last night to save all of us from embarrassment, but I still wanted to know what was going on with Sasuke the night before – so when Naruto headed off to the washroom upstairs, I took the time to try and get some answers.

However, Sasuke had other ideas and wasted no time in making his way over to where I was sitting on the kitchen counter with that sexy look in his eyes. I started swinging my legs slightly, going for the innocent look, and started ringing my hands nervously. Sasuke put a hand on either side of my legs on the counter and leaned in, his intention to make out clear, but I lowered my head slightly. "Wait…" I said as I tried to avoid his gaze.

Almost instantly getting my behavior, Sasuke rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Fine Sakura," He drawled as if he didn't have any interest to make out in the first place (ch, yeah right), "What do you want to do then?" he continued, and moved himself a foot away from me, looking annoyed.

What do I want to do then? He's says this as if making out is the only thing we ever do when we're together.

Which is… not entirely true…

"Um…" I started and took a quick glance at his face, "We could… talk?" I asked, and he raised his eyebrow, obviously not liking my idea. "About… last night," I finished, and in reply Sasuke leaned on the counter again, as if even thinking about the party took tedious effort. He released another sigh, making it apparent that talking was the last thing he wanted to do.

When he looked back to me, I took it as a cue to start the conversation. I took in a deep breath. "You and Myr-"

However I couldn't even get her full name out before Sasuke interrupted, "You were designated driver for a reason, Sakura."

Ugh. Why does Sasuke always have to be so vague about everything (and why does he always have to interrupt me)? I'm playing a detective, just trying to figure out what he means.

Designated Driver… so that means that he could drink if I was there, since he didn't have to drive. But does that mean he didn't want to drive home? Or that he wasn't planning on going home?

The last one, although more plausible, isn't the most happy thought.

"So… you were going to stay with Myr-" Again, he cut me off before her name.

"It was Naruto's turn to drive. Since you came, neither of us had to."

Okay… so that means, with the reference that he may have had to drive anyways, he wasn't planning on staying the night. That's…. nice to know.

"And what about Karin...?"

"Just for show," he shrugged, looking arrogant, and then ran his hand through his hair. "Are we finished with the Spanish Inquisition, then?" he asked, sarcasm evident in his tone. Of course he wanted to be finished with all the questions – Naruto's not going to stay upstairs forever. Speaking of Naruto, he is taking quite a long time…

"I guess…" I answered. My head was still tilted downwards, but I could see his slow smirk and his hand as it reached for my chin.

Now this was… odd…

Is his hand gentle as he tilts my chin up, or is it just me? Is he really being like… tender? Or is that just one of his masterful 'swooning' moves he uses to seduce the naiveté into making out with him? Not that I'm complaining.

He leaned down towards me, his other hand lingering on my thigh, running soft patterns up and down my leg. I looked up to him, finally about to kiss him…

Except he was the one cut off this time. The sound of Naruto's footsteps going down the stairs made it to Sasuke's and my ears just in time. By the time he came into the kitchen, Sasuke was brooding on the opposite side of the room as me, and I was getting a glass of water from the sink.

"Soooo," Naruto started, entering the room with only a glance to the both of us, "I don't mean to be a creep, but I was kind of lurking the pictures in your room… And isn't it kind of weird that you still have a picture of me and you kissing on there?"

Oh crap…

"Uh…" I nervously laughed, and took a sip of my water.

My eyes flickered to Sasuke, who raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking like he was waiting to hear my answer too. Is he mad… or is that amusement I see in his eyes?

"Is… is that still up there?" I played the fool, pretending I'd forgotten to take it down – which I guess is half-true.

"Yeah, there's like five pictures of us at the Katana concert." He replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief – the picture I thought he was talking about was of one where we were actually kissing. The one he was talking about was just me kissing him on the cheek. Few.

"Well those are just because it was my first rock concert," I finally answered, because it's true – that was my first rock concert.

"Oh, okay, I just didn't want Hinata to see them, and, you know, get the wrong idea or anything, not that your room's any of my business and stuff."

"Right." I nodded my head, thinking how cute Naruto's concern was for Hinata. If only I could get a certain someone to do that for me.

I glanced at Sasuke again, who was still looking at me expectantly. Was he waiting to hear more of an answer? Or was did he not believe my excuse?

Then, he took his thumb and only taking a second, lightly rubbed his bottom lip once. It was an absent action – or one that seemed absent – but it suddenly made my face flush and the world become extremely hot. Uncomfortably hot.

I finished my water and turned away from the two boys to hide my red face, pretending that my true intentions were to put my glass in the sink.

It then took a couple of seconds to find my voice. "Okay," I said, and then cleared my throat, "We should probably get back to work."

The rest of the project didn't take much more time once we actually focused (well, once Sasuke and I focused). Again, we found ourselves just lazing around and talking – Sasuke sitting at my desk, Naruto lying down on my bed and me sitting at the edge of my bed. Oh – and don't worry, I made sure that I was the first person in my room so I could quickly take down any pictures I had of Naruto and I kissing, or Sasuke, period, and shove them under my bed.

I kept glancing at Sasuke, who provided little to our conversations, and couldn't stop getting tingling sensations every time he caught my glance. Now it was me who was wondering when I'd be able to kiss him next… all because of that one gesture he did with his thumb down in the kitchen…

I got my chance when Naruto's cell phone rang, the caller ID displaying 'Hina'. Naruto, wanting privacy, left my room and went into the TV room. That left me and Sasuke alone again – but how to initiate it?

I tried first.

"You should… come sit over here…" I started, and then patted the spot on the bed beside me as Sasuke raised an eyebrow, "It's more… comfy…" Okay, that ended up super lame.

"Or…" He replied, "You could come sit over here," his eyes flickered to his lap, "It's more comfy." And there was that dark, mysterious look in his eyes again.

Whoa.

MAJOR SHIVERS.

I started blushing, from both being flustered and embarrassed by his implications.

"Or…" I countered, "You could come sit over here…" I pretended to yawn, and stretched my arms above my head, watching as Sasuke's eyes immediately went to my mid-drift, which was momentarily exposed. I wonder if he knows how insanely the butterflies are flapping in there…

I flopped back onto the bed, lying down now and keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. "It's definitely more comfy…" I finished, and tried to calm my beating red face. It's still hard processing that I am actually flirting successfully.

Moments later I heard my computer chair creak, signaling someone was getting off of it. I kept my eyes on the ceiling though, and only looked at him when I felt weight disturbance in the mattress and heat on my skin from his closeness.

He was looking right back at me.

"Hn…" He started, and just that sound made my insides start squirming in anticipation. "I can see where you're coming from."

The next few minutes happened in an instant.

Sasuke and I leaned in to kiss simultaneously. At the same time, footsteps sounded towards my room; ones that we didn't hear. It was too late to scamper to the other side of the room or to even roll away from him – the best we could do before my door opened completely was to stop actually kissing.

"Sakura-," the voice started casually, and then cut off completely from the scene they saw.

The good thing is that it wasn't Naruto.

The bad thing was that it was the devil herself.

"Hi mom!" I answered with false cheer, and tried to move a little farther away from Sasuke without acting too conspicuous. Really, there was no point in faking anything, so I shouldn't even try – but at least she didn't see us kissing.

"Sakura." And there was that voice from this morning. I'm in trouble…

Or maybe… I can still save myself…

I hope Sasuke doesn't mind…

"Mom, before you get any ideas, I'd just like you to know that Sasuke here," I pat his shoulder for show but could feel how tense his body had gone, "was just telling me his secret that he," I glanced at him again, "really likes Ino."

This caught both Sasuke and my mom off guard – if possible, Sasuke became even tenser beside me, and my mom didn't know how to answer. Her eyes kept flickering between me and Sasuke, a calculating look in her eyes. She was probably deciding whether I was lying or not. I mean yeah, it's Ino, but Sasuke and I were sitting very close, and we were lying down…

"Sakura," my mom started, but it had more of an authoritative tone than a super angry one, "One, I said you were grounded, and two; when do you recall me saying you could have boys alone in your room, with the door closed?"

"Uh…" I started, glancing quickly at Sasuke. This is so embarrassing – getting ratted out by my mom in front of him.

"And you," she turned to Sasuke, who was still tense beside me, "You can show yourself into another room in this household besides my daughter's bedroom."

Sasuke and I both got up silently; my face red with embarrassment, Sasuke's stoic and completely emotionless. Sasuke shuffled passed my mom, eyes on the ground and looking bored, while I followed.

"You better smarten up soon," my mom said as I was about to walk past her, "what with all of the childish things you've been doing lately, you're starting to act like Puriti."

Oh god forbid, mom, I should turn out to be someone who has a life.

Ugh.

I hate it when she's this way. I mean, PMS much? And it's not like I can do anything or say anything back to her unless I want to be grounded forever and mortified in front of Sasuke.

My mom was about to continue her rant, but suddenly, a voice came from behind her – a voice whose footsteps we didn't hear since we were so absorbed in the trouble I was getting into.

"Yo Sak, I made myself a pizza pocket, I hope you don't mind," Naruto stated as he approached the three of us, obviously not hearing the conversation we were having before.

I looked worriedly to Naruto, who was currently focused on eating a long string of cheese from his snack. My mom whipped her head around to glare at whoever had the nerve to interrupt her and to go into her freezer without permission.

That's when Naruto finally saw her.

"Whoa," he said, still chewing a piece of his pizza pocket, "Who shoved a stick up your ass?"

The next three seconds were of complete, stunned silence.

Then I face-palmed, Sasuke muttered 'idiot,' and my mom took in a very chilling deep breath.

"Sakura," she said, and her tone had gone back to the insanely angry one. "I believe it's time that you show your friends to the door," and as she stormed away from all of us, probably to go bitch at my dad, we all stood in complete silence.

"You're a fucking idiot, Naruto," Sasuke stated while I simultaneously moaned an 'Oh crap,' because I was going to be in big trouble. Hopefully my dad will either calm her down (not likely) or be on my side of the story.

"What?" Naruto asked, oblivious and confused.

"Naruto, that was my mom," I explained in a voice that was unintentionally whiny. How could he not realize that?!

"That was – really? I – wow… your mom is hot." He replied, and then it finally clicked.

"Holy shit! That was your mom!?"

"Who else would it be?" I answered.

"I don't know, I thought it was your sister or something?!"

"My sister already left for university, and she's not that old."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I don't know," I sighed, giving up. I mean, I can't change anything now. "Just… just leave before my mom comes back and decides to ground me forever." I glanced at Sasuke, who was looking at me. His face was indifferent, but I was confused by his stare – was he zoning out again or something?

Noise from the end of the hallway made as all start and look towards the source. We all stood in anticipation, wondering whether it was my mom coming back on a rampage.

Fortunately it was just Samuel, slinking out of a room down the hall, but Naruto was still a bit freaked out.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go now," he said and made his way for the stairs. I guess he finally realizes the potential monster my mom could be, given that Sasuke and I both looked worried.

"Here, I'll walk you down," I said, and lead him to the front door, Sasuke following us.

Naruto wasted no time in leaving my house, saying a quick 'see ya' as he booked it to his car.

I turned to Sasuke who was putting on his shoes.

Being brave, I told him he didn't have to leave yet, if he didn't want to.

Sasuke looked up at me with a 'ch, yeah right' smirk and said, "Sakura, I'd rather not be castrated by your mother."

I gave a short laugh, blushing from his terminology, embarrassed that I even said anything, and disappointed that he declined.

I think Sasuke sensed all three of those when he glanced at me.

"Look," he sighed, standing next to me in the doorway, "Just tell her that Naruto thought she was your sister because he heard that Puriti was pretty. Cougars eat that kind of shit up."

"Uh… okay…" I answered, a little wierded out that he thought my mom was a cougar. I was about to let it go and make a joke by telling him to watch his step on the way out so he wouldn't trip again, but then a thought hit me – how does he even know what he said would work? How does he even know what cougars like in the first place…

Unless…

Wait a minute.

I put my hands on my hips, "Hold on a sec," I started in a semi-pissed voice, "How many cougars have you dated?"

Sasuke's response was instantaneous, probably second nature to him. He put his hands in his pockets and in a cocky voice said, "I wouldn't call it dating, Sakura."

It took him a moment to realize who he just said that to.

I raised an eyebrow.

Sasuke's expression, for the first time that I'd seen it, immediately turned into one of innocence. False innocence, but innocence nonetheless. He turned quickly on his heel and started for his car.

I struggled to find words – partly amused, partly pissed – and ended up blurting out "Man-whore!"

For a second he looked back over his shoulder as he opened his door, and I could see the small smirk on his face.

I huffed, walked back into my house, and slammed the door without another glance at him. However, once inside, I couldn't help but blush and giggle into my hand. That is, until I heard my parents arguing and I escaped into my room.

A/N thanks guys! Hope you liked it!