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Author's note: Well, this chapter is short and sort of a 'filler' chapter. I needed something to connect to the next chapter which will more than likely be the last.

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Arriving at Sasuke's house, Sakura wasn't sure what she had expected.

From the looks of his bike, she had expected a pretty house or something – not the most expensive flax complex in the east half of the city.

Gasping as he turned into the driveway of the building, he navigated his way to the indoor parking to a space specifically labeled "Uchiha Sasuke".

Turning off his bike, it gave a low grumble before finally silencing.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, and Sakura quickly scrambled to get off the bike.

Stumbling again, he got off quicker this time and easily caught her wrist to steady her.

Pulling off his helmet, Sakura admired his hair and how messy it made it with pure female satisfaction.

It was sexy, and he knew it was sexy… hell he probably rode the bike to have the helmet style his hair.

She wouldn't put it past him.

Shoving his keys into his pocket, Sakura pulled off her own helmet, holding it in her arms awkwardly and not knowing what to do next.

Reaching up, she attempted to fix her hair, and Sasuke chuckled softly at her.

Frowning, Sakura grumped, "What?"

Shaking his head, he reached out and easily smoothed out her hair, "There," before turning around and walking towards an elevator.

"Come on, Sakura," he spoke, his own helmet tucked under his arm causing his bicep to flex briefly.

"Um, why am I going to your house?" Sakura called as she hurried up to match his pace.

He glanced sideways at her, "I'm not going to let you spend the night outside. It's not safe."

"Oh," she looked at her feet until the elevator opened and she followed him inside.

"But I don't know you," she protested weakly, "That's got to be about as unsafe as being outside at night."

Sasuke rolled his eyes bemused, "My name is Uchiha Sasuke, I'm Naruto's best friend and I attend Konoha State University. I'm majoring in Business and Politics, and I'm 24 years old."

Giggling softly, Sakura decided to play along with his game when the doors open and he led her towards the lobby.

"My name is Haruno Sakura, I'm also Naruto's friend and I attend Konoha Clinic – the medical university. I'm majoring as a surgeon, and I'm 23 years old."

Glancing sideways at her as he led her to another elevator, Sasuke smirked, "Do you know me well enough yet?"

Sakura shook her head, "Not really."

Giving an exasperated sigh, Sasuke pressed the button for the 5th floor.

"Ask away then."

Pondering slightly, Sakura glanced up at him before hugging his jacket closer to her, "Well, do you have a girlfriend? Or is she fine with you bringing random girls to your flat?"

Sasuke chuckled, "No girlfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Sakura ventured meekly, glancing at him from underneath her long lashes.

Sasuke frowned, "No. I don't swing that way."

Sakura grinned, "Okay. Um, you won't rape me?"

"It's not rape if the other person is willing."

Gasping, Sakura's eyes widened as she quickly made to step away from him.

"I was kidding. I respect women."

Still weary of him, Sakura accepted his answer and made her way back to her spot when the doors opened.

Grabbing her hand, Sasuke led her down the hallway to room 505.

"Hn," he mumbled, pulling out a key and opening the door, motioning for her to enter first.

Shutting the door behind him, he flicked on a light before locking the door and making his way towards the kitchen.

"Hungry?" he called, glancing through the archway at her as she stood awkwardly by his door.

"Um, yes actually," she grinned sheepishly.

Motioning for her to sit at one of the chairs at the counter, he quickly set about to making a quick meal.

"So, Naruto said that you don't do much of anything at parties. Why do you go?"

Sasuke glanced at her briefly over his shoulder, "Because Naruto drags me along."

"Why?"

He shrugged, "The hell if I know. Naruto seems to think I'm not social, so he makes me come to his parties. Each time he says I'm going to meet this girl – one of his friends – and that we'd hit it off really well."

"Oh."

"Hn. She never went to any of the parties, cause she was busy with school."

"Who was she?" Sakura asked, briefly disappointed that he was keeping his eyes open for a girl.

Sasuke shrugged, "I'm assuming she's you, because Naruto said that he had a friend who was defiantly making sure she was going tonight."

"Oh. I was never informed of this."

Sasuke smirked at her briefly, "I gathered as much."

Returning to his cooking, Sakura took a moment to observe this flat.

Everything was open and simple. The furniture was large, symmetrical, and masculine.

Few paintings adorned the plain cream walls, but each piece was placed deliberately and was breathtaking in their beauty.

"You're flat is gorgeous," Sakura complimented her voice soft as she began to admire the kitchen.

Sasuke grunted, "Hn. My mother insisted I decorate it properly."

Sakura grinned, "So you did this?"

He shook his head, "No, my mother did it."

Laughing, she accepted the plate of food he slid before her as he leant against the counter with his own plate.

"So," he drawled, "What time do you need to be in for your final?"

Taking a bite, she looked at the time on a nearby clock.

It was 2:30 in the morning.

"Nine-fifty actually," Sakura mumbled with a sigh.

The rest of their meal was spent in silence, and when she finished Sasuke took her plate and set it in the sink.

"Come on," he grumbled, leading her back towards his bedroom.

Briefly panicking, Sakura forced herself to swallow her nervousness and followed him.

She found him digging in one of his drawers, and he pulled out a small pair of shorts and a t-shirt before tossing them at her.

Catching them, Sakura smiled at him, "Thanks."

He nodded and pointed to another door in his room, "There's the bathroom, and you can take a shower if you want. I just washed the sheets this morning, so you can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"I can't do that," Sakura protested clutching his clothes to her chest, "Really, I'd much rather sleep on the couch."

He looked skeptically at her, but shrugged and moved towards his closet and pulling out spare sheets and a pillow before walking back out towards the open expanse of his flat, leaving Sakura to her own devices.

Walking towards his bathroom, Sakura gently opened it and peered inside with interest.

It wasn't disgustingly dirty, like Naruto's often was.

In fact, it was almost empty except for the bare necessities. Entering, she locked the door behind her and pulled out her phone, checking it for a message and frowning when none were waiting for her. Putting it on the counter, she wandered over to the shower and turned on the water and letting it warm up as she started to undress. Carefully toeing off her shoes, she set them by the toilet, and folded up her dress before setting it on the counter. Leaning over the sink, turned the knob and splashed some cold water on her face in an attempt to rub off some of the makeup.

Scrubbing until her cheeks were slightly pink, she was satisfied when the makeup was gone, and she turned the knob before stepping into the shower.

Wetting her hair, she grabbed Sasuke's shampoo and smiled when she realized it held a faintly masculine appeal.
It smelled wonderful, even though she knew she'd smell like a man.

Squirting some into her palm, she lathered up her hair before rinsing it out and found with a bit of surprise that he had conditioner.

Applying a liberal amount to her hair, she opened the shower a bit and grabbed a washcloth hanging off of the towel rack before shutting herself in again and wetting the cloth before lathering her body with body wash.

Rinsing the residue off her body, she exited the steaming shower and used a larger towel hanging off the rack to dry her body.

Pulling on the large t-shirt, she glanced at the back and was greeted by the sight of a large fan made of reds and whites.

Shrugging, she shimmied her way back into her panties before pulling on the shorts, and knotting the strings twice in hopes to keep them on her hips.

They still hung low, but the shirt was so large that even the shorts were barely seen.

Glancing at her reflection in the mirror briefly, she towel dried her hair and desperately tried to not think about the fact that she was braless.

When she walked out, she heard him rummaging around in the kitchen and she quickly settled herself on the couch and hide behind the blankets.

As soon as Sasuke finished loading the dishwasher, he set it to run before making his way into his bedroom, "I'll wake you up at 8:40," he warned.

"Goodnight Sasuke-kun!" Sakura called, snuggling into her makeshift bed.

She heard him grunt, "G'night."

Smiling softly, she fell asleep and sighed.

At 8:40, his alarm sounded and Sasuke sighed as he sat up. Rubbing a kink out of his neck, he ran a hand through his hair before standing and making his way towards his dresser.

Pulling on a pair of shorts to cover his boxers, he grabbed a pair of drawstring pants and another t-shirt before making his way to Sakura.

When he walked out into the living room, the sight of her caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

It was surprising, to have a woman catch him off guard like that, to cause him to lose control with out even trying.

Hell, she was sleeping.

Running another hand through his hair, Sasuke grunted, and concentrated on her face.

The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, and was wearing his shirt, was far more tempting that the prettiest woman on earth.

Squatting down beside her, he nudged her shoulder, "Sakura, wake up."

She scrunched up her nose in obvious dislike and moaned, "No."

Chuckling softly under his breath, he trailed his fingertips across the revealed skin across her tummy, and watched as goose bumps formed.

With a sigh, she peeked open an eye to glance at him and she sighed, "G'morning."

"Hey," he grinned, "Time to wake up."

He handed her the clothes, and as she sat up Sakura rubbed at the sleep in her eyes.

Looking at the shirt, and drawstring pants, she sighed.

"Um, Sasuke?"

"Hn?"

"Do you have a … sweat shirt?"

He stepped back into the archway so he could glance at her, "Yeah, why?"

She mumbled something, and refused to meet his eyes.

'He isn't wearing a shirt!' she thought to herself, surprised that she had checked him out.

'Good god, he's hot.'

"Sakura, really, I can't here you."

"I don't have a bra!"

"Oh," he smirked putting the pan he was holding down before jogging into his bathroom.

He pulled out a sports hoody, that was from his high school football team that had "UCHIHA 56" on the back in block letters.

Blushing, she gratefully accepted it before making her way to the bathroom to get dressed.

The man didn't have any decency.

Checking her phone, she sighed when she realized Ino hadn't texted her yet.

Quickly putting on Sasuke's clothes, again, she shoved her phone into the front pocket of the hoody before making her way out to the kitchen.

She found Sasuke holding up a pair of pretty purple flip flops, "These are Hinata's. Naruto wore them over last week for some reason… and didn't take them back."

Sakura laughed as she accepted them and slipped them on her feet, "He would do that."

Sasuke smirked, and handed her a piece of toast, "Eat this on your way to the bike, come on."

With that, he didn't give her any time to protest as he dragged her along behind him to his bike.

"I wish you had a car," Sakura complained as they stood before it.

Sasuke smirked and shrugged, "I do, but my brother's borrowing it."

Sakura threw her hands in the air, "Just my luck."

He chuckled, "I'd still make you ride the bike with me."

"Why?"

He grinned wickedly, "Gets you to touch me doesn't it?"

Smacking his arm, she pulled the extra helmet on her head with a 'humph' before crossing her arms over her chest in mock pout.

"Give me your phone," he grunted, palm up as he waited for her to do as he asked.

Looking at him suspiciously, she pulled it out of her pocket and handed it to him.

He pressed some buttons, smirked, closed her phone, and then handed it back to her.

"Text me when class is over, you should finish about the same time as me."

"Okay."

With that said he got on the bike and waited until she was settled behind him before pulling on his helmet and revving the engine, peeling out of the parking lot and having the butler (and Sakura) yell at him.

"SLOW DOWN SASUKE!"

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