Be warned. This is where the action starts. Again, 'tis not as descriptive but it made me feel like a perv when writing it.
Six months later
Sora walked in and shut the door behind her. He was lying on bed with an expressionless face, staring off into the distance. The room was dim, the only source of light coming from the window. She approached Sasuke and straddled on his lap. He looked at her unfazed; there was no objection to her action. She brushed her hand against his cheek, kissing his lips after. His fingers trailed to her bottom and began lifting her dress, removing it completely. She kissed the spot where the curse seal had been and moved down to his chest. She stopped, listened to his heartbeat. It was steady, no sign of excitement. It infuriated her; she wanted him to have some sort of reaction. She untied his purple ribbon, watching his eyes intently. She caught a sign of a smirk. He pulled her up to his face and pressed his lips against hers. They took off the rest of their clothing, sheltering half their bodies with the blankets.
"You have no idea what you're getting into," he whispered, licking her earlobe.
It made her quiver. "Let's find out," she replied, slowly accommodating herself on his lap again, exhaling through her nose as she felt him inside, and putting her hands on the wall behind him for support.
"It'll be over rather quick."
"That's not a good thing to know, Sasuke." She smirked.
She began grinding her hips against him, his hands gripping tighter onto her waist with every minute that passed. He tilted his head backwards, closing his eyes and letting out soft huffs. She began increasing her pace until she abruptly stopped when she noticed Sasuke was about to reach his climax; his quickened breath had let her know.
"What? Why'd you stop?" he panted, opening his eyes and looking at her.
She got off from his manhood, lying next to him with one hand beneath her cheek and smiling at the frustrated expression on Sasuke's face.
"We don't want this ending too quickly," she said, twisting the sheet between her fingers.
He licked his lips and his eyes began to glow red from the Sharingan. This excited her a little. She had wanted to experience the Sharingan's power for as long as she could remember. So she enticed him to see if he'd do something to her with the Sharingan.
"After all, you want to be better than your brother," she teased.
He got on top of her and pinned her down, squeezing her wrists hard above her head. She had taken off the wrist cuffs she usually wore so she fully felt the grip of his fingers. His face was extremely close to hers, his eyes frowned and flickered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
She smirked. The words slithered out, "I think you know. It means I fucked your brother."
His angry eyes became softer but then they changed to a devilish stare, a grin accompanying it. One of his hands held both her wrists while the other parted her legs. His finger crawled inside, teasing her. He began suckling on her weak spot behind her ear. The desire became so unbearable that she wanted him to stop and just take her wholly but she couldn't even budge from him. His grip was preventing her from doing anything.
"Sasuke-kun..." she muttered, looking away, reddened by his ability to please her against her will.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" His words mocked her.
She whimpered as soon as she felt a tremble come over her, spreading from her legs to all over her body. He retreated his fingers, tracing them along the curvature of her breasts. He had let go of her wrists. She pushed his hand away, irritated and consumed by frustration. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Say things like that again and I will kill you," he stated. "Now don't fuck around with me."
"Are you upset?" she derided him, rubbing her leg against his thigh.
He didn't answer; instead, he easily inserted himself into her and did it with such swiftness. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the sweaty warmth emitting from their bodies. She could feel his heart thumping harder than usual. She was muffling her moans with a pillow and looking away in embarrassment as he thrust in her. Sora had wanted to be the one to control Sasuke, not the other way around. He had apparently learned of her secret plan and there he was, taking full advantage of the situation.
He moved the pillow from her face, grinning in satisfaction. "I want to hear you," he softly growled.
They got tired after a while, gasping a little for breath, yet not fully reaching the ecstasy they'd hoped. He lied next to her with his back towards her. She decided to take a shower before she went to sleep. Sora slipped on her dress and walked out, encountering Karin with jealous eyes behind her glasses. She raised an eyebrow, fixing her glasses.
"Don't think I don't know what you were doing in there," Karin stated through gritted teeth.
"Doing what?" Sora asked, continuing to walk to the bathroom. She didn't feel like dealing with Karin, and she was most certainly not going to divulge any information about her and Sasuke's escapades.
"Don't act like you don't know, liar."
"If you weren't such a nosy pervert, you wouldn't have known," Sora said to her, finding a way to shut her up.
She looked back and saw the aggravation on Karin's face. She walked away, grumbling to herself. Sora reached the bathroom, locking the door. She undressed, taking a glance at her body in the mirror.
Fucking Sasuke!
He had left bruises on her waist and wrists. She caressed them, slightly flinching from the tenderness she felt. When she was about to step in the shower, someone knocked on the door. She opened it and Sasuke immediately came in with his cloak on. She automatically shielded her breasts. He scanned her body, grinning.
"Wipe that smirk off your face," she said, boldly slapping him across his face since she knew he was proud of what her body reflected.
He grabbed her wrist, pain bolting from it, and pulled her onto him. "You don't want any more bruises."
"I wouldn't have gotten them in the first place if it weren't for you," she glowered.
"You started it. What, you didn't think I saw through your little plan? You can't control me with sex."
"Despite being a year younger than I am, you sure are full of yourself," she laughed. "So either get in the shower with me or get the hell out."
He took off his cloak and they stepped in, him turning on the water. As soon as it hit her skin, the cold water shot through her, her skin beginning to react with tiny bumps. She tried to reach for the knob but Sasuke prevented her with his body. She felt his member press up against her thigh but she ignored it. He took her in his arms and they looked at each other, droplets from his hair shrouding her eyes. She felt warmer already; perhaps it was from the body heat or the fact that her body was getting used to the temperature.
He looked past her and a smile curved on his lips. She began to worry about what he might have been thinking. His hand found its way to her womanhood and he slid two fingers in. She jerked at the unexpected action. He chuckled in amusement and continued, his long fingers having their way with her.
"Fuck," she began to say once she felt her knees buckle under her and gravity became her enemy.
Her head was on his chest so she gripped tighter onto Sasuke, not wanting to fall over. He pulled his fingers out moments before she was about to reach her point.
Overcome with lust, she pleaded, "Please, just finish it."
"Looks like we now know who's in control here," he seductively whispered.
She looked at him; her eyes seemed to be begging. She felt ashamed that she had to succumb so low just so she could be satisfied.
"All right," he finally said. "But we're going to do it my way."
She nodded in agreement, feeling herself be laid down with him on top of her. He put one of her legs on the side of the tub and entered her completely. He thrust deeper into her while biting her shoulder and leaving a mark. She felt him hit her core, which intensified the masochistic sensation. She stared at the ceiling but Sasuke concentrated on her expressions.
"Ungh," he groaned as he kept going faster.
She arched her back when a wave of heat came over her. She urged him to stop since she knew that he was reaching his climax too and she didn't want to run that sort of risk.
"No," he said, continuing until he later collapsed onto her, breathless.
He slowly pulled out and looked at his work, obviously proud. She blushed at his intense staring of her area; she felt a trickle down her womanhood.
He ran a finger through her opening, gathering some of the slimy substance and observing it on his fingers. He then pressed her legs together and said, "Wouldn't want any to escape."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she asked a little bewildered at his statement. Did he want to get her pregnant?
Using the same format she had used before, he replied, "I think you know. It means I want to revive the Uchiha clan."
"No, you bastard!" she screamed as she reached for the running water so she could rinse herself. He blocked her way.
He clicked his tongue while giving her a playful frown. "Why not? Think I'm not going to be a good father?"
"Do I really have to answer that?" she sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
He lightly tapped on her cheek, which made her look at him. "Too bad for you, then. You're pretty much screwed."
He laughed at his own pun and got out of the shower. She was baffled and also angry with herself for being such a pervert. If she hadn't insisted to him back in the room, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have been there telling her he wanted her to be the mother of his children. The thought of that sickened her a little.
She quickly washed herself down there, hoping that she'd leave nothing behind. She felt Sasuke stare at her.
"Sora, you do know that if it doesn't work this time, I'm just going to have to try again."
"So you're going to keep having sex with me just so I can get pregnant?" She shuddered at the preposterous thought.
He threw her a towel and she grabbed it, getting out and drying off her body. "Yeah."
"Why me? Why not Karin? She sure is infatuated with you," she bitterly whined.
"You're not as clingy as she is," he said while passing his finger on her bottom lip. "Plus, you have good genetics."
"Asshole," she muttered, licking her lip and crossing her arms.
"No, it's true. Can you imagine the Uchiha clan suddenly start having red-headed children? You're just what I've been looking for."
He picked up a strand of her hair, twirling it. He kissed the tip of her nose. She rolled her eyes, pushing him from her.
She regained some confidence. "Yeah, keep lying to yourself. You don't like me just because I have black hair and crimson eyes. You like the way I make you feel."
He shook his head, chuckling in disbelief. "I have no idea what you're getting at."
"Sure. Then you might know where I'm getting to with this: I'm a medical-nin, so you know what that implies."
The atmosphere thickened, her hostile words resonating in the small room. Nonetheless, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue darting in and circling hers. He stopped and within inches from her lips said, "I'll watch you. And if you still feel that desire to kill your own child once he's born, I'll kill you before you can do it."
Her cheeks flushed and she walked out without a comeback. There was nothing she could say to him that would change his mind. That flustered her. He was forcing her to comply. She felt she was still too young to start a family, especially with him. It wouldn't feel as bad if she didn't feel the pressure of being chosen as the one to restart a whole fucking clan. She was just nineteen; she had so many things to accomplish in life that didn't include raising a child.
Sasuke had gone to his room and she went to hers. Feeling defeated, she grabbed a bag and packed her belongings. She did not want to feed Sasuke's ego by letting him see that he had won. She was storming out as Karin was informing Sasuke that Sora was leaving. He stepped out his room and called out to her. She turned around, him glancing from the doorway of his room.
She sneered in annoyance and asked, "What?"
His Sharingan pierced into her eyes and she could barely look away. Nevertheless, she walked out, expecting footsteps to near behind her. The sounds didn't come. She looked back to affirm her beliefs, but when she looked in front of her, she almost crashed onto Sasuke. She groaned, throwing her arms up in a fit.
"Remember what I said, Sora," he said in a threatening tone.
She scratched her head and sharply exhaled, looking up to the side. She felt like a young child being scolded. "Mm-hmm," she simply said.
"No matter what you may do, I'll always find you."
"Hmm, I call bullshit," she said as she dropped her bag on the ground and took out her two kunais, challenging him.
He had a smug look on his face, the look that made her want to punch him so he'd wipe it off. She charged at him but he quickly stepped aside, tripping her in the process. She fell to the ground, spraining her already bruised wrist.
"You should just stick to being a medic-nin," he retorted.
She stood up, infuriated by his comment. She brushed the dirt off her clothes and picked up her bag. "Whatever. I'm going now. You're just going to have to carry me back if anything."
She turned around and began to walk. She gasped when she felt his arms coil around her waist from the back.
He whispered, "But you haven't even moved."
"Wha–what?" she stuttered.
No, it couldn't have been! He must have put her under his genjutsu. She tried to recollect when he could have done it and her thoughts pointed to when she was leaving the building. So that meant she was still there.
"Just let me go, Sasuke," she said.
"Gladly," he hissed.
She felt a plunge of a knife in her right side of the back. She elbowed him and scrambled herself from his grasp, him clutching down in pain. She didn't have enough chakra left that day since she had used most of it in a fight. All she could do at the moment was to hope that Sasuke would go easy on her and release her from the genjutsu. She suddenly regretted having that past desire to feel his Sharingan.
Sasuke looked up; in between the slits of his hair, she could discern his eyes were furious. He ran towards her and yanked her by the arm, her chest crashing against his.
"You are such a bitch. I'm going to show you how I'll murder you if you ever decide to hurt this child," he said, running his fingers against her stomach.
"Shit, no, Sasuke!" she screamed in fear, realising he wasn't kidding around. "I'll stay... Fuck..."
His eyes gleaned with the moon's light and they softened. He began to laugh wickedly, brushing the bangs from her face. She knew he dropped the genjutsu when she felt blackness surround and consume her.