Disclaimer: The plot belongs solely to Airwolf1414, some ideas came from the song Can't Stop by Maroon Five. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I gain nothing by writing this story, only the pure happiness of writing what I love.

Note: Thanks to my love OnyxDreamer for betaing! Also thanks to LiluFaery87 for pointing out a mistake I needed to fix!

I've only walked a few steps, breathing in the musty smell of decomposing leaves, wet soil, and sweating under the humid heat of the trees, my eyes straining to see in the barely lit woods - the sun just needs to rise faster...

A tickle rises in the back of my nose, air hitching in my chest as it quickly releases in a loud sneeze - oh God...

I stop, listening for sudden pursuit, waiting for the cue to run, but hear nothing besides the whistling of leaves for a minute, two.

I start to stand, they must not have heard me or maybe they're just too damaged to care. I place a foot forward, a twig snapping beneath my feet. Hell.

A soft whistling outside my field of vision, a kunai buried in the ground near my feet, not a threat of death, just a silent signal that they'll still fight if attacked.

I turn of my own accord, knowing full well I should just keep walking away.

Whatever.

I step out into the tiny opening barely big enough to even be called an opening.

"Sasuke..." Sakura whispers, a soft chuckle escaping her thin, stressed lips, "Of course it's you, always at such bad times." She looks away, tears pricking at her green eyes, so depressed, strained, frustrated, never happy anymore.

Damn it, why is it I suddenly want to change that? What happened to power? To killing Naruto? To destroying the village - is it all for this one damn girl, this one damn girl-child that probably agrees with Naruto - that I deserve to die.

She tried to kill me... I tried to kill her...

My eyes flash to the movement of her hand, cradling an unconscious Naruto's head, absently stroking his hair, "I suppose you're here to kill Naruto? Well, it makes sense you'd want to do it now while he's asleep - regardless of the disrespect," A smirk tugs at her lips, "I bet you're okay with that though, as long as in the end of the day, you stand on top."

I shake my head unconsciously, my eyes still locked on her hands in his hair, "No... I don't want to kill anymore..." I say, my eyes widening at the unexpected share, I shouldn't have said that... I couldn't've been the one to say that... no.

"Oh?" She looks at me, an eyebrow raised in contemplation, "Of course you don't." she sighs, "Look Sasuke, I'm not that daft - regardless what goes on in that egotistical head of yours, I won't believe every word that comes out of your mouth."

My eyebrows knit together, my instinct regretting every word that spills from my mouth as I say it, "I... I don't want to anymore... it's the weirdest damn thing... but killing is just... I guess I just realized how pointless it is."

Her tired smirk in reply tells me all that I need to know - she doesn't believe me.

I sigh and look away, "What can I do to prove it to you?"

She looks at me, my eyes finally catching sight of the bags of light blue hanging from her eyes, sad and tired, "Honestly? Nothing." she sighs again, "You've done so much Sasuke, why choose now to stop? To finally come back?"

I think I need you...

"Because... Well..." Black links to green. "I guess you could say I'm... following instinct..."

"Instinct?" She glares at me, raising on sturdy legs. "That's all this God-Forsaken madness has been based on? INSTINCT?"

I look away, glaring, "Not on instinct, it was about something else entirely..."

"What? What Naruto knows?" The tears that were welling fall free now, making my fingers tingle in this odd way that I don't bother to acknowledge, "God! Why won't anyone tell me? I have ties to Tsunade - is that it?" She turns away, a hand on her forehead, her body trembling but her legs sturdy, her foundation.

I don't bother moving, God, she's crying... how the Hell can I fix this? Should I in the first place?

Her tears start to flow down her arm, she's muttering now - something about Naruto and how useless she thinks she is.

"You're not." I hiss after a while, while her body trembles less and her tears begin to ebb, whispering barely loud enough for her to hear over her tears.

She shakes her head, "Liar..." she whispers, her back straightening up, her hands quickly wiping away the bout of tears.

I meet her eyes, green and fogged with hate and stray tears. She quickly looks away.

"Liar..." she whispers again.

I walk up to her, my hands staying at my sides, ignoring the itch to dry her face, "I'm not lying." I say coldly.

She looks at me, her eyes trying to read but never able to get past my blank face, "Oh?" she asks, her voice mirroring my coldness, "And I suppose I should believe you?"

I smirk, "Actually, yes, you are supposed to believe every word I say."

A choked laugh escapes her lips, humorless and cold.

A pause.

"Why?" she asks after seeing I wasn't kidding.

I almost tell her why she should believe. Almost.

"Because," I shrug, "Seems that I've changed."

Another chocked laugh followed by another pause.

A glare. "How?"

I smirk, "For the better."

She growls, spinning around, her fists to her head, "God! How can you say that? You've been killing so many people! Innocent, innocent people... people with families, friends, potential for a beautiful life, to go home, have pets or booming jobs... and you killed them... why?" She snorts softly. "Revenge, isn't it? Damn you and your -" she pulls her fingers into the air and makes fast finger-quotes, "Need -" end finger quotes, her hands dropping sadly to her sides. "For power." she sighs, cooled down, her arms wrapping around herself. "I should hate you. You left years ago, not telling anyone why – just left. You've tried to kill me. I should hate you."

I glide behind her, pressing my chest to her back, my arms finding the way around her slim figure quickly, before she can move, "But...?" I probe.

I feel her body - tense and unsure - shiver, did I cause that?

"But I can't. I hate that about you."

"Hn." I grunt - how are you supposed to reply to that kind of thing? "Trust me, Sakura. Trust me." One of her hands dips low on her waist, twisting with her skirt, a nervous twitch? One of my hands follow, sliding down her arm, across her smooth hands and roughed fingers, under the skirt, sliding smoothly on her black shorts, "Trust me."

I feel her body tense insanely; she really doesn't like what I'm doing - oh well. Her hand slides to mine, pulling it up and placing it...

My eyes widen – I wasn't expecting that.

"Sakura?" I try to look in her eyes, she couldn't have really placed my hand on the rim of her shorts - she couldn't have - this is a dream. Definitely.

But this feels so real...

Her rigid body turns away slightly, "Just this once - I need proof."

I have no clue what she means by that.

No.

Clue.

My hand slides up, pulling at the skirt above it, pulling it down quickly and easily, "I don't think I understand." I mutter softly. "How will this prove anything?"

She remains silent, evaluating me, deciphering my every move.

Does she want me to stop to prove my respect, or continue to show that I have feelings for her?

My fingers slide under her shorts waistband, the heat of her skin running through my body, finding a new home in the lower area of my stomach.

Fuck it, even if this ends with her not trusting me, at least I'll have her first time.

If this is her first time.

The thought burns my mind, who else could she be with? No one - she's loved me since she was a Genin.

Right?

Need shifts restlessly in my stomach, so many controversial desires - one pitching a tent in my pants, one telling me to pull back.

But God, her warmth is so... real. It's there, it's true and beautiful and God I lust for the feeling of her around me, of her and I... her and I fucking.

My other hand grasps under her shirt, my head leaning down to the shell of her ear, "You want this?" I ask her softly, my voice low, my breath making the hairs by her ear twitch.

I hear a hiss slip through her lips. "I want the truth Sasuke. Show me what you mean." she whispers, her stomach flaring with heat beneath my hand. She's more turned on than she's letting show.

I force the spandex shorts and her soft underwear down, finding the soft swip of the cloth hitting the ground oddly arousing. "I've been telling you the truth this whole time - you just have to listen very," a finger sliding between her legs, a gasp escaping her lips, her legs snapping tightly shut.

"-very," I slip another finger between her legs, rubbing at the tenseness of her thighs.

"-closely." My lips encase her ear lobe, my tongue flicking the soft sweaty skin, my teeth nipping and pulling. My other hand rubs up her stomach, pulling up her undershirt and over shirt in an easy movement, her skin smooth and hot under the palm of my groping hand, God she feels amazing...

The heat between her legs is phenomenal, like the sun only better in so many ways. The fingers taking residence probe at her womanhood, a grunt escaping her pressed lips. I want her loose, ready, I want to be sure she's soaked before I take her, I want so much of this one marvelous woman, God, I want her to moan my name so loud that even my Father would hear it in the Heavens.

I want everyone to know.

The heat sliding and washing my veins collides and curls in my stomach, my crotch, my toes, God, what is with this? How can she cause me to feel so aroused? Her legs spread suddenly, like a sprung lock, my fingers sliding inside before she could object – as if she would.

"Ah!" she groans, her face flushed, her green orbs closed tight, "M-m-more..." Her hips raise slightly, my fingers drawing in and out of her tightness. My fingers thrust in and out, causing her body to twitch, her backside pressing roughly against my erection, pulling a moan from my throat at the wild, pure-bred heat.

I lean closer to her; I need her closer, closer, closer. "Off…clothes…" I hiss, barely registering the fact anything was coming out of my mouth, nonetheless words.

Her hands rush to my hips, pricking at the cloth covering my feverish skin beneath, as my thumb rubs... rubs something, something hot, small, and God does she love it, "Need... in..." she whispers, her eyes glazed, her head buried in my neck. If she was looking for some sign or whatever, she'd long forgot about it. Her lips press softly to my neck, an odd flutter of butterfly wings on thin, sensitive skin. My stomach tightens.

I need to be in her.

I flip her around, switching from one hand to my less dominant one, the other tugging uselessly at my pants. I need two hands - and preferably less slick.

"G-God... Sakura..." I hiss. "You're wet..." I gasp out, her hands still on my hips, her lips still kissing my neck, her body nude, pressed to me - God, why am I still in clothes?

Her hands pull roughly, sharply down, effectively stripping me of my pants. I wrap my fingers in her hair. Heat snaps in the wet air, our sweat suddenly becoming more obvious as she pulls my shirt away, pressing to me - she can't seem to get close enough to me either.

"In..." she moans softly in a whisper against my skin. "In... me... puh-please..." she gasps, her head sliding up my jaw, my head tossing back as her lips and tongue drag up my jaw to my mouth, a hand clasping my hair to pull me to the opening of her thin pink lips.

I nod absently, our lips melded tightly, no air in, no air out, our groans vibrating our lips, our bodies rushing, unable to stay back - we want this.

I press her back, our feet stumbling back to a tree, our bodies sliding down.

On my knees, her hips are perfectly level with mine, her torso slightly above mine. I don't care; don't have to ability to care right now. I need her, God, I can feel the heat pulsing from her begging, begging, begging.

Fuck her being loose, being ready. Not important. Her heat, her pleasure, and her moans - those are important.

I press into her, her breath hitching then groaning - pain? Sounds like, sounds... good. I start to pull out, the friction in this woman - spectacular, hot and wonderful.

"H-hold... hold on." she hisses, stopping me - begrudgingly.

I lean forward, nip her chin, hope she gets my message - don't make me stop...

I feel more than hear the ragged breaths from her lungs, my chest pressed to hers. Her eyes, glazed, pupils dilated, sparks of need rippling through the thin strips of green, lock on my black eyes, probably a direct copy of emotions. She nods, coming to an unheard decision, her breath slowing down as she gulps fresh air, "We... we should stop."

I smirk at her, evil, I know. "It's a bit late." I say, my voice odd, lower than normal - like my voice box has rocks in it.

"But... this is my first time..." Obviously she didn't think this through, but at least it answers THAT question without the awkward confrontation.

I pull out, thrust back in, the sentence in her throat caught, transforming into a moan, a thin hiss following, "Sasuke..." I feel her hands twitch on my hips, when'd those get there?

"Do you..." another thrust, smaller, not all the way out, not all the way back in, "really want me to stop?"

The heat that rises to her cheeks shows all the answers I need.

"Besides," I mutter against the skin of her chest, so oddly cool - I should fix that. "I can't stop." My lips lock onto the skin, my teeth nipping at the taught circle of pink that makes her groan my name, loud and long, harsh and rough, so fucking sexy. A hand slides roughly against the other breast, massaging and pulling harshly at the skin.

Her fingers scratch at my back, "F-fine..." she huffs softly, barely audible, soft panting breaths following her words. "D-don't-" she gasps as I thrust harder this time. "-stop!" her voice now airy and high, making her pleasure more accentuated.

Her hands grasp at my back, raking my skin, small pinpoints of blood rising in some places. "Just..." Her head leans forward, biting the top of my ear, "Harder..." she hisses.

The heat in my stomach spins, screaming at her demand, lifting to my head, my lips connecting roughly with hers. My hips rushing, pulling out and forcing back in a beat all its own, hitting something but I'm not sure what, but whatever it is makes her grunt and hiss against my lips.

A new heat, softer, more like hot silk, taints my fingertips that linger on her hips, holding her to me. Her heat flows through, a hot of its own, telling me how hard to press, how hard to thrust, to touch her there, fuck her hard, her fever almost as telling as her own voice.

My mind clouds, that white-hot ball of… of... something exploding, flashing over my vision, my mind. My muscles start to twitch, a flood of cold following the heat like a shadow that makes me gasp and moan, her name escaping my lips in a growl. I feel more then see her back arching, her lips allowing my name to flow out. Her walls clench, hot and wet, and absolutely a-fucking-mazing - no other way could I ever even dream of describing it.

Her body falls to mine. "I...I've missed you, Sasuke-kun..."

I pull out, panting, sweat glistening on my twitching thighs.

Good God that was spectacular.

"I've missed you too..." I whisper, my mind a blur, my back slack, forcing me to lean against her chest with my head landing on her slumped shoulder. Her arms end up around my waist, mine around her hips. I pull my clothes nearer to me, what about Naruto? Shit.

"Naruto..." I whisper to Sakura, but her body's already limp, unconscious. Hell...

I stand up, my legs barely holding me up as I get dressed.

My eyes slide to my nude Sakura. I should dress her too. Underwear? Black boy-shorts... I place them in my clothes. Small keepsake. Shorts, bra, undershirt, shirt. That's it right? Yeah. Okay...

I lay down beside Sakura, an arm lazily draping across her stomach, think better of it, crawl off to the other side of the clearing to pass out - completely exhausted by the mornings partaking.

Damn I hope this happens again. My hands rub the underwear in my clothes, the crotch still slick - okay, this needs to happen again VERY soon.