Ok, so someone asked for some more of the story because the ending was sort of choppy and abrupt. (I know, I was just really tired and wanted it to be done.)

So after I sat and thought about it for a few minutes, this idea popped into my head. There will be lots more story to come. We all know Sasuke ends up with Sakura, but it's just so much fine to watch all the little things in between that lead up to it.

And sorry for the short chapter. It's kind of way past when I would've liked to start sleeping, and I've got a huge-ass track practice tomorrow that I would prefer to not fall asleep in, so goodnight.

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The kunai clattered to the floor as Sakura's grip loosened and Sasuke's hands found a more favorable spot in her short pink tresses. The enticing onyx eyes that had challenged the sea foam green ones slid shut, and soon the latter followed suit. The kiss quickly went from chaste and sweet to hungry and feverish, mostly on account of Sakura's new-found addiction to the Uchiha's taste.

Their bodies pressed even harder against the door, and they pulled away from each other for a fleeting moment. Their heavy breathes mixed as Sakura found her voice at last.

"Oh my God." It was hoarse. Her heaving chest was pressed tightly to Sasuke's upper torso- not nearly his chest because she's quite short and he is tall. He held her petite waist delicately, but possessively. A determined look flashed through the depths of his smoldering eyes. Sakura rested her hands flat on his hard chest.

"I…" she breathed, her cherry pink lips parted slightly in surprise.

"You didn't seem to think I was a fag then." He growled right by her ear, sending pleasant vibrations rolling through her body. She gasped almost imperceptibly and her hands moved to his shoulders to cling a little tighter.

"You…" Sakura gathered what wits she still had, "You know I didn't mean it… Just like I know you didn't mean it when you called me a weakling…"

And then, Sasuke said something absolutely ridiculous. It had to be the adrenaline, because no man would ever dare say this to a woman. In any situation, under any conditions.

"How do you know I wasn't kidding?" he teased. But unfortunately for the Uchiha, his teasing tone was also equivalent to his normal tone, which was dull, flat, and not at all generally acknowledged as teasing. And when Sakura's glassy green eyes sharpened faster than he could blink, the realization of this knowledge hit Sasuke like a freight train. Which was not at all pleasant.

And neither was the knee in the groin.

But the look in her eyes that Sasuke got a clear picture of in his mind when his sight temporarily blacked out was one that he wished would never be directed at him again. Sakura proceeded to pick up her kunai with a huff, unlocking her apartment door and slamming it behind her, leaving the raven-haired nin lying on the floor in considerable pain. He had limited mobility for about ten minutes, and when it fully sunk in that he fucked up for what seemed the millionth time in his life, he dragged himself to his feet and hobbled away to a bar to crawl into a whiskey bottle for the rest of the night.

Sakura stayed leaning against the door in shock and growing fury until she heard Sasuke shuffle away, mumbling curses at himself. Her heart was still racing. And as much as that bastard thoroughly pissed her off, she couldn't deny the addicting first-impression his lips gave her. She wanted more, and you can't even begin to understand how frustrated that made her.

The rosy-haired kunoichi proceeded to wind down for the night, climbing in bed to read for a little bit. When she turned off her lights to go to sleep, the streetlight that seeped in through her blinds made the tears running down her cheek glitter with a crystal-like shine.

Unlike the clean and pure picture painted of Sakura going to sleep in her bedroom, Uchiha Sasuke was the picture of shit. Well, not precisely. Even drunk he looked like somewhat of a god, but the unmistakable look of loss in his eyes was enough to make anyone shake their head in pity.

The nin was currently downing a sake in a random bar playing bad music with wasted people dancing (see: staggering). He gazed around himself, looking for the pink-haired beauty that he knew wasn't there. There was a flash of pink, but it turned out to be an appalling glittering sequin top some transvestite was writhing about in on the dance floor. Oh. How… Lovely.

With a sneer and a groan, Sasuke finished the rest of his drink and threw money at the bartender. He stood up on wobbly legs, and exited the bar, actually making it to the front steps of his house before passing out cold, a dazed expression still pasted on his face.

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Hope you like it. (I mean, really, Sasuke faints. I laughed as I typed that last line.)

Hopefully I'll have something else up by this time tomorrow…