Two hours into the night, a few Baileys and vodkas later, Itachi had Sakura on the dance floor, and things were getting heated. Girls and guys alike stared at the 'couple' in envy. Most guys would have killed to have Sakura wrapped around them like she was with Itachi. Girls would have flashed everyone in Times Square to get Itachi to look at them the way he was at Sakura.

They didn't talk. Sakura had tried before and failed epically. It was kind of hard to talk when a deviously handsome man has his hands everywhere she wanted them. She didn't even tell him her boundries, but he knew them regardless of the fact that they didn't talk except for the most minimal amount of nessicary conversation.

She had her arms wrapped around his neck and he had his hands exploring her waist and hips. Their hips were meshed together. They fit perfectly. It was a dream come true to Itachi. He'd been waiting for this for longer than a month. Sakura, on the other hand...

Well, Sakura was freaking out. But, after all, what would you do if you were grinding heatedly with the man who's brother broke your heart into smitherines? Sakura already knew Ino's answer very well.

Screw his brains out and enjoy every minute of it.

Sakura chewed her lip as they danced. She was thinking too hard, she knew that, but what else could she do? Ino told her to have fun, to not take this seriously. Ino knew what Sakura needed, and what she needed was definitely not a serious relationship. After Sasuke, the very last thing Sakura needed was another Uchiha man breaking her heart. Ino told her to just dance with Itachi and not think about things. To not over analyse. To just let everything melt away. Sakura wished she could do what Ino told her. She wanted to be able to dance with Itachi and not have her entire body on fire with the fact that they were touching or the fact that his breath was hitting her neck in ways that should be illegal. She wanted to be able to be near Itachi and not have this weird feeling of sexual tension in her gut.

But not everyone gets what they want, do they?

Itachi could have died happy. He had her where wanted her for months: up against him, long, ivory neck only inches away, hips molded into his, hands in his hair. The only difference from this and his dreams were the fact that they were both fully clothed and that there was no wall or bed. When she lost her balance (her alcohol tolerence was low, he realized), he lost it. He had to get her alone. Now.

He dragged her off the dance floor with confusion written all over her face; emerald eyes wide, mouth slightly open. It did nothing to settle his raging hormones. Itachi tugged her by her wrist into the closest available empty room, which happened to be an old, abandoned dressing room from the time when the club used to be a stip joint. He pushed her into the door once it closed, and before she could make anything more than an attempt at breathing, he covered her lush lips with his.

Her hands flew to his hair again; his hands were on either side of her head. He had to lean down, despite the fact that she was in six inch heels. Her knees went weak when he slammed his lips on hers. His lips were smooth and cold from the drinks he'd had. He stayed like that for a moment, Sakura noted, at least twenty seconds on his lips on hers, before things got heated like they'd been on the dance floor. One hand abandoned its previous post and trailed down to her hip, skidding down her side on its way down. He changed the angle of his lips and pushed her body closer to the doro with his own. She was in heaven.

He pulled her up, hands on her ass now. Their mouths opened and his tongue slid into her mouth to meet hers. She nibbled his bottom lip and he gasped, hating himself for it.

"Don't be a tease," he ordered, nipping her lips harshly before his tongue slid back in. She moaned when a battle for dominance ensued. Her legs wrapped around his waist and oh, oh my God, his hands massaged the small of her waist in the most amazing way and-

Wait.

Hold up a minute.

What was she DOING?

She was making out with a guy she barely talked to, in what used to be a changing room for strippers. She was drunk and she knew it and this was so so wrong on so so so many levels. She didn't give a fuck about what Ino or her boss said. She couldn't be doing this. This was wrong. It didn't matter if it felt good. She shouldn't be doing this!

She was freaking out.

She took her legs away from his waist and she swore he almost whined. She ignored it and tore her lips away from his. He decided that kissing down her neck was a logical procession. When she untangled her hands from his hair, he glared up at her. Annoyance and want flashed in his eyes.

She looked away and crossed her arms, head down.

"I-I... should leave. I shouldn't be doing this," she stuttered. Itachi looked at her, not believing what he was hearing. "I'm...going to go," she mumbled awkwardly, opening the door and stumbling out. She grabbed her hoodie from the coat rack. She didn't even attempt to find Ino while she grabbed her keys and started to walk out the door. Her body was still on fire from his touches. Where he'd been kissing her neck tingled. Her spine hummed. Her vision was swimming.

Well, the swimming vision was probably because of the Bailey's.

She knew Itachi was watching her, and she tried her best to ignore it as she walked down the street towards the bus stop.

She looked back, giving in. He was standing outside, staring after her. His stance and his eyes and his aura told her that he was furious, that he wanted to her get her ass back in the club so he could finish what he started. She kept walking/stumbling/tripping towards the bus stop.

The bus ride was short but dramatic. She tried to reason with herself as to why she had freaked out. She couldn't find any reason whatsoever. She'd just freaked. She shook her head as she unlocked the door and walked in. It wasn't until she saw Sasuke sitting on the couch playing video games that she realized the fact that she had walked into the wrong house.

He didn't say anything, he only stared, for the longest time. Sakura didn't move. He got off the couch and walked up to her, close enough that she felt the warmth from his body and then he stared into her eyes.

"You look good tonight," he mumbled. She smiled.

"Thanks," her voice was giggly.

"You want to play video games?"

"..Sure." She said. He took her hand and lead her to the couch. Her worries about Itachi vanished when he smiled at her and sat so close to her on the couch that if she rested her head on his shoulder she'd be totally molded to him...

That was the last thing she remembered before she woke up in Sasuke's bed with a very naked youngest Uchiha, no clothes, his arm around her waist and Itachi standing in the doorway with murder written across his face.