The Abstract

Chapter Two

"Sa…Su….ke…kun…n…n," Sakura gasped. They were now a tangle of naked limbs, except for the scarce coverings that covered the most clandestine. He was on top and she was underneath him. Sakura pressed herself against him, wishing to speed the process, even though she was very much enjoying his touch.

Sasuke growled softly but made no move to remove his last bit of clothing. His hand was slipping into her silk slip. All of Sakura's muscles tensed in that second, but she allowed herself to ease into his touch.

Soft, ever so slight taps of his fingertips slowly slid up. It was so pleasant, irritating and so light that it almost made her laugh; she did feel the corners of her mouth turning up. Up her left thigh, balmy, soft yet firm where her muscles were. Then, to her hipbone, a jarring contrast, he must have noticed. There was no snag of material, no bump interrupting his touch, no change of texture. Her entire body was bare underneath the silk slip, sweaty, wet and skin sticking to various parts of the material. His hand ventured to the right, and Sakura's breathing stopped. But he paused and rested his fingers at the sensitive spot just above her womb and beneath her stomach. His fingertips journeyed up her body and reached the tiny depression of her belly button, then the ridges of her ribcage. Then he reached the swell of her left breast, tightened just from his placid touch. Sasuke slid his entire hand over her soft flesh, his nails barely grazing the peak, and there he rested his hand, as he watched her responsive expressions.

Sakura's face was flushed scarlet, a combination of embarrassment (of his actions and her own desires), inexplicable undergoing of heat and anxiety. Her lips were wet and slightly puffy from his forceful kisses. Her eyes were what caught his attention, emeralds slightly hazy in the shadow of her long lashes; the perfect mix of erotica and sensuality. Her hair pooled out beneath her, slightly sweaty at the roots but of a vibrant pink. Her pink strands had grown back to the length she had during her Genin days, no doubt for the to please him, or so they thought. The truth was that Sasuke didn't fuss about hair, too long was bothersome and too short made ones head seem too bare. However, both suited Sakura in his eyes.

He slowly dragged his hand out from underneath her slip, the silk resting once again on her thighs (it had embarrassingly uncovered her darker thatch of pink curls.)

Then, he completely withdrew and sat up.

"What's wrong?" Sakura asked genuine unease in her tone.

"I want to stop," Sasuke replied simply.

Sakura laid her head softly on to the bamboo sheet. It was silent for a long time. Curiously, tears began to form a film of blurriness in her vision. They began to leak in the corners of her eyes and slip out on the sides of her head.

She swallowed a shaking breath, "Why?"

Sasuke tilted his head towards a window. The sky was still the color of lapis lazuli with an exception of a few rays of weak light from the sun that had yet to show. It was breaking dawn.

"If you want to…," Sakura sighed shakily. She held her kunai and swirled it around and around on her index finger. Then she cocked her hand back and threw it with merciless speed at Sasuke's head.

It hit a piece of wood.

Sasuke reappeared behind her.

"If that is the consequence of stopping," Sasuke murmured, "I'd rather continue."

Sakura shuddered involuntarily. He was rubbing her shoulders softly, as if coaxing her like a cat to take a bath. Then he started a trail of kisses ranging from her neck to her left shoulder. He then grasped her shoulders and turned her around. The intensity of his gaze made Sakura shiver, and she found herself staring at his chest.

"It's fun isn't it, to always be in control?" Sakura glared at his chest, "To always be one step ahead, to play with other people's minds, to never get hurt just because you don't give a damn?"

"But you must've had a lot of experience, right? You must've had multiple…partners already…"

Sasuke frowned a little.

"You're wrong," he whispered into her ear darkly, "With you, I lost control in the beginning."

"And…why would I have multiple partners?" he continued with his smooth, deep voice, "I only need one."

Again, the intensity of his gaze made her believe that she was the one.

Her breath caught and she felt dizzy. She laid her head on his chest. She had trouble breathing for some reason that she couldn't grasp. Her head was exploding with pain and her eyes felt like they were spinning out of their sockets.

"Sakura, what's happening?" Sasuke grasped her by the shoulders.

"I…I don't know," she breathed.

Then she fell to the floor, unconscious, not breathing.

"Sakura...this is not funny," he said uncertainly.

"Sakura!" he yelled, wildly shaking her shoulders.

Sasuke waited for about a nanosecond before acting on his genin-days knowledge. CPR...CPR...Unconscious adult CPR, what the fuck were the steps again? Since he was in no way a medic-ninja, he had to revive her the laborious way, the civilian way. It was the first time he felt panicked for a long time. On the battle field, he didn't need to heal anyone, much less himself, always straining to his last bit of chakra until he killed his opponent. If Sakura were to die on him like this, it would be so incredibly idiotic, and a wasteful death, although he probably wasn't the cause of her sudden collapse. Naruto and Kakashi would blame him for this, and the infamous Tsunade would also be on his back ruining his meticulous plans.

Must...Revive...

Check for signs of life...what the fuck, he skipped that part.

Give rescue breaths...however natural it felt to kiss her just a few moments before, it was eternally awkward to enclose her lips in his and to breath into her mouth. His head was actually shaking as he lowered his face towards Sakura's. Why was saving someone so nerve-wrecking? He actually felt a tiny drop of awe to his ex-pink haired teamate. He gave two shaky breaths, or maybe it was just one awkward exhale, he was that nervous.

Compressions. Wait, was this part absolutely necessary? Oh, that was where the checking for signs of life came in. He placed the side of his ear to her chest. Good, her heart was beating. Sasuke felt no desire to pump her chest up and down in spite of what they had come close to doing a few moments ago. Sasuke's head began to fill with ridiculous causes of Sakura's sudden give away. It was her first time, was it not? Had he frightened her into a heart attack with his advances? She did shiver an awful lot. Then he reprimended himself, "Fucking dumbass, her heart is still working."

So he kept on giving Sakura breaths, growing more confident yet worried as the minutes passed by with Sakura still not breathing on her own. There was seriously something wrong with her. Thankfully, Sasuke had strong lungs due to the numerous times he practiced his clan's signature fire style jutsu. And when Sasuke felt ashamedly that he himself was about to pass out due to oxygen deficiency, he felt a small intake of breath from Sakura. He had been giving breaths to her as she sucked in air, which caused their mouths to act like a strange mouth vacuum.

Sakura finally awoke, more like out of a nightmare than an unconscious bout. She sprang up from her lying position, nearly giving Sasuke a good knock on the nose if he had not swiftly pulled his head back.

"Took you long enough," Sasuke muttered, while massaging his temples.

"Take me," Sakura looked at him with serious, widened eyes, "I'll bear you a son."

Sasuke ignored her and truly began to re-dress himself. Their tryst was officially over, Sakura falling unconscious without warning was a bit of a mood-ruiner.

"I'm serious," Sakura replied softly, "The only condition is that you must return to Konoha with me."

Sasuke was sick of this game. Sakura offering herself to him as more than a love-interest was too disturbing, and not to mention annoying. He had found her sexually pleasing, but the thought of repopulating the clan with a woman such as her made him want to forget the idea all together. Boudaries should be set between comrades, ex-comrades even, and missing-nins should be off limits to loyal-nationalist types like her. It would only lead to trouble, and although Sasuke knew that Sakura was as close (ahem emotionally) as he would ever get to a female, it wasn't enough to make him make any sacrifices-yet.

"How should I say this...," Sasuke sighed quietly, "You are not suitable as my wife."

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.