"Damn, babe, you have no idea how gorgeous you are when you sleep…" a soft hand caressed her cheek. She moaned loudly as she tried to get out of bed, her eyes still closed, only to be pushed back down against the soft sheets. "Actually, you're dead gorgeous all the time…" said man now on top her kissed her mouth slowly, his fingers tracing gradually her soft yet defined curves.

Her fingers played delighted with his long locks as she brought him closer towards her warm body.

"Last night. Was… greeeeat…" she moaned in between hot kisses and even hotter touches.

"Last night will be nothing compared to this…" he grinned against her ear biting greedily.

He landed butterfly kisses all over her jaw, neck and chest earning several loudly moans, and even more pleading sounds. He satisfied her needs as well as his own, and he knew better than anyone else that what they were doing now would lead to what they did last night. He wasn't the one to complain, not at all actually, he loved every second he got to spend with her, especially now when their intimacy was something he could only have dreamt for. Everything about her, about what was happening right now, about the closeness between them, delighted him. He would never admit it, but truth to be told, he had never felt better in his entire life, even if this was happening just for fun's sake. Oh, hell, he knew.

This wasn't love.
This wasn't expected.
This wasn't ingenuous.
This wasn't love.
This wasn't common.
This wasn't love.
But he didn't care.

I mean, who would? Waking up to a woman like her, having the sex he was having now, having this heavenly feeling running trough his veins… his hands roaming over her shivering body… their bodies moving at unison…

Everything about this was pure lust. But neither one complained. Not one bit.

He collapsed on top of her, both panting madly trying to regain their long-lost breath. He kissed her lips almost gently before getting off her in attempt to hold her in his strong arms. She cuddled against his chest, kissing her way up to his jaw and parted lips while his arms took control of her petite waist and curved hips.

"You were right. This was great." She smiled sweetly.

"I don't never want to get up." He admitted. "Although I promised I would take you out this afternoon to look for a dress, huh?" Suigetsu smiled against her pastel hair.

"We can wait until tomorrow…" she proposed.

"Neah, no worries babe. The sooner we buy a hot dress, the sooner I get to take it of." He smirked devilishly as she blushed madly trying to give him a serious look but only managing to hold back her wish to kiss him once again.

Later that day:

They did manage to get up that day, of course, after several small incidents that kept them away from reaching the stores. Of course, those 'small incidents' were actually accepted with open arms from both sides, without a second thought. But they both knew, that they should try to concentrate well enough and find a cute little dress for tomorrow night. And if you're asking, tomorrow night they had a birthday party to attend to, specifically Shikamaru's 21st anniversary, a rather awaited revelry, this time more from Sakura's side, since besides her best friends, Sasuke was one of the guests.

"Hey, how 'bout this store, babe?" Suigetsu suggested as they stopped in front of a big building with various clothes showing trough the large, newly cleaned and shiny windows. "I like what that mannequin is wearing." He smirked showing Sakura a very, very small piece of clothing that was supposed to represent a dress. To bad it didn't, for her. "You'd look great in it, babe…"

"No way I'm wearing that!" she said outraged.

"Fine, party-pooper. Let's find something more decent for you, huh, Mother Teresa?" he joked as he dragged her inside the store.

So the search began. Her eyes wondered everywhere searching the perfect outfit, but without any results. Suigetsu, on the other hand, was more than just enthusiastic. His voice filled the air each time he found something he liked to see his girlfriend in. The problem was that what he consider attractive she considered obscene.

"Now really, Suigetsu! Would you wear this?" she babbled as she saw a piece of clothing he recommended.

"Well considering it's not my size, color or type. No. But you babe, should try it out. I mean with a body like yours, anything would look astonishing on you!"

"I appreciate this a lot, Sui, it's just that I don't want to look cheap…" she admitted.

"Ah, okay." He mumbled dazzled. He turned his head only to find what they were looking for. Ha! Wasn't he simply the best? "Hey! Babe, check this out!" he pulled her towards the spotted model. "How's this for hot and decent?"

Sakura only stared amazed. There it was. The perfect dress. Perfect color, material, type, size, length and everything in between. She grabbed an example as she hurried to the dressing room. She slipped off her clothes quickly and pulled the dress quickly over her head. She was fully dressed in less than 30 seconds, time in which Suigetsu made his way towards the dressing room.

"Need any help, kit-kat? You know, with taking off the cloth… Woooaaaaah!" he left his sentence unfinished as Sakura got out of the small dressing room her new outfit on. To say she looked phenomenal wouldn't be enough.

The color, crimson red, melted perfectly over her pale slender body. The deep décolletage showed just enough while her long legs were fully privileged trough the material since it wasn't too short, but short enough. The dress itself was quite simple, but the way she looked in it changed the perspective fully.

"Oh my god…" he mumbled stunned. "This is… babe you look… damn!"

"Pretty isn't it?" she smiled.

"Pretty's not enough! Look at you! You're worth million dollars! I can't believe Sasuke actually had his change with you and blew it!" he snickered as her grabbed her in his strong arms resting his jaw on her head. "Only now I realize how lucky I am to have you…"

To say she was taken aback is little. But she knew better than anyone, the guilt was starting to build up inside of her. Ha, she knew she was lucky to manage to have fooled him, but deep down inside, she knew he was fooling her too.