A/N: You can thank my lovely friend Uchiha Chi for the beta'd chapter. The lovely k92littered hasn't been online today, and I had taken so long with this chapter or I'd havewaited. (sorry hun!) anyway. Yes. Happy mother's day to any of you who may be mothers (are any of you?)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter Fourteen: Tease

I felt the sting of tears bite at the corners of my eyes as soon as the words came out of my mouth. I instantly regretted telling Deidara.

His mouth was floundering open, which gave him the appearance of a fish.

I bit my lip. "I'm sorry." I whispered with my eyes glued to the ground. I was wringing my hands nervously.

I looked up just as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me to his chest.

"Why are you sorry?" he murmured, rubbing circles gently against me back.

I blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I meant exactly what I said, Sakura." He said gently.

I floundered around in my head. I had no idea what Deidara was talking about. "You mean… you aren't… mad?"

"No!" he cried. "I'm going to be a daddy!" Deidara lifted my feet of the ground and spun me around in one of those clichéd hugs.

A smile of relief spread across my face; he wasn't mad. He wasn't going to leave me. He wanted the baby just as much as I did.

I leaned into his hug, even after he set me back on the ground. "Thank you," I whispered.

"What are you thanking me for silly?" he laughed.

"For not being angry." I sighed.

"Why in the world would I be angry?" Deidara frowned. He sank down to sit on the ground and pulled me into his lap.

I shrugged and relayed the story of Tenten's abortion.

He held me tighter to his chest. "I would never do that to you."

"I know."

He smiled. "Let's go back. I'm sure Kisame and Itachi would love to know what we've been up to."

He winked and I blushed. Of course Kisame already made crude jokes, but they would only escalate when he found out I was pregnant.

"Okay whatever. Let's go." I sighed.

Deidara laughed.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Come on." I stood up and held out a hand for him to take.

He eyes my hand for a moment before grasping in and heaving himself up. His palm-mouth wiggled its tongue against my skin.

I looked at him exasperatedly. "Real mature." I muttered.

He grinned at me like an idiot.

I rolled my eyes again and proceeded to tow him back to the little house.

Itachi and Kisame were still gone when we got back.

I let go of Deidara's hand with a sigh. "Where are they?"

Deidara shrugged inconclusively.

I made a point of stomping over to the little couch in the outdated living room. I sat down cross-legged and crossed my arms with a huff.

He made his way over to sit down next to me and wrapped and arm around my shoulders.

I shook it off promptly. "What are we supposed to do now?" I frowned.

"I dunno."

"You're not very talkative tonight." I observed.

"Maybe I'm just thinking." He winked.

"Uh-oh," I teased, "thinking is a bad sign."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm thinking about how much I'd like to bend you over this couch and screw you right now."

I blushed.

"And just exactly what I'd like to do to you."

I turned my face away, and I could feel the blush deepen. "Really now?" I managed to say. I was proud of how steady my voice sounded.

"Yes."

I risked a peek up at his face, which was a mistake. His eyes were smoldering with lust. "Well, that's probably not a good idea because Itachi and Kisame could be back at any time." I argued weakly.

"And? They can go around this room."

I knew he was right. And Itachi had the tact to stay away—and keep Kisame away too. "I don't know Deidara." I murmured.

"Let's celebrate. I'm already in a partying mood."

I made the mistake of glancing down at… Deidara Junior.

My blush returned. I uncrossed my legs tentatively.

Something about having sex in this room just felt dirty, but to hell with it. Who was I to fight with a man's raging hormones? Who was I kidding? I was fighting my hormones too.

Deidara grinned triumphantly.

I shimmied my way into his lap and managed to push his back down to the couch seat. I leaned over him and kissed him hungrily.

He reached his hands up into my very minimal shirt and groped away without hesitation. Which reminded me… I was in a skirt. Without my normal spandex on underneath. Damn him.

I made a mental note to 'accidentally' bite him a little too hard sometime soon.

Anyway, I reached towards his pants, making a point to go slowly.

One of his hands shot up to tangle with my hair, but quickly returned to my breasts.

"Sakura," he groaned. "You're a tease."

"You know it." I muttered.

I nibbled down his neck, while my hands played idly with the elastic waistband of his pants. His pants, by the way, were strained tightly around his mini-me.

After another groan escaped his lips, I allowed my hand to delve into his pants and grasp him.

That only elicited a moan from him.

We were sprawled in the couch in that position when there was an exclaimed "Sakura-san! Senpai!"

"Shit." Deidara groaned. He rolled away from underneath me quickly. He adjusted my shirt and hair and his pants quickly. "What the fuck are you doing here Tobi?" he glared at the masked ninja.

I sat up straighter and smoothed out my skirt. I clasped my hands in my lap and stared down at them studiously. Being caught at third base by Tobi was a pretty mortifying thing.

"What were you doing with Sakura-san, Senpai?" Tobi asked, completely ignoring the question.

"We were… wrestling." Deidara lied as smoothly as possible.

"It looked like she was winning Senpai." Tobi sounded proud of this observation. "You were making funny noises."

"Yes she was."

"Were you tickling her, Senpai? That's cheating."

"No, Tobi." Deidara sighed, slapping a palm to his forehead.

"Sakura-san would you like to play cards with me?" Tobi asked enthusiastically.

I sighed. "Okay."

I'm sure he was beaming behind his mask at that point.

Deidara groaned.

"Where have you been, Tobi?" I asked.

"Mission." He said simply.

I tried to hide my shock that he had been sent on a mission at all—without Deidara too.

I glanced at Deidara who shrugged.

"Go Fish!" Tobi exclaimed for the tenth time.

I took a deep breath to keep myself from bashing in his head. He doesn't know any better, I chanted repeatedly in my head.

I took a card from the deck and laid out a set of fours.

Deidara, next to me, had only three cards in his hand.

I still had, like, five. Tobi had at least ten. He would ask for cards that he didn't need.

"What are you kiddies up to?" A booming voice called. Kisame.

"Go Fish!" Tobi happily informed the big fish.

"Oh, the excitement." Kisame said dryly. "Deal me in. But if I win, we're playing strip poker."

Tobi nodded, happy to have another player.

Of course Kisame won.

I groaned. Right now, I'd rather be dragging Deidara back to our room, not playing a stupid game of strip poker.

Kisame dealt the hands with a toothy grin. "Itachi." He called.

Itachi's face was relatively blank as he made his way into his room.

"Do I have to play?" I pouted.

"Yes." Kisame and Deidara grinned at the same time. Kisame because he would get enjoyment out of my embarrassment. Deidara because he'd want to get me naked.

I groaned. "I hate you both."

That evoked a small grin from Itachi.

Tobi of course lost almost every round. That is, until he would up in just his mask and underwear. Some internal defense made him a much better player, just to keep his face and manhood concealed.

I'd never played poker but once or twice, so I was losing pretty badly too. I was in my little bra and panties set.

Kisame was decorated with everyone's clothes. He had to be cheating.

Deidara had given up his shoes and socks, along with his pants. Not his shirt, though. I found that odd.

Itachi was sitting shirtless, but that was all he'd given up.

"I want to quit." I whined.

"Nope." Kisame howled with laughter though he had much more decency than Deidara, who would alternate between staring at my breasts and my relatively revealing panties.

I ended up with Tobi's pants and Itachi's shirt over my own under things. Kisame won overall though.

"I'm calling it a night." I sighed. I grabbed Deidara's hand and dragged him down the hall to our room.

He started to strip me as soon as the door was closed.

"Honestly, Deidara." I sighed. "I'm not in the mood for this now."

"I know. I just really hate seeing you in another man's clothes." He said simply.

"Oh." That was nice, I guess. "We never told them, you know."

He nodded. "It's a little difficult when Kisame is being an ass."

I sighed. "Yeah."

"Are you in the mood for a shower?" he asked me.

"Can you refrain from screwing me tonight?" I asked.

"If I have to." He sighed.

"Okay then."

Deidara smiled at me. He wrapped a towel around my shoulders and we made our way to the little bathroom across the hall.

He cranked on the hot water before stripping and pulling of my clothes.

I stepped in before him.

For such a small bathroom, the shower was a decent size. It easily fit the both of us.

Deidara backed me against the wall and began to kiss me.

"Ah, ah." I scolded. "No screwing, remember?"

He pouted.

"Tomorrow, okay?" I murmured in his ear.

"Fine." He mumbled.

The rest of the shower was spent innocently—for the most part—lathering each other in soap and shampoo.

I stepped out, refreshed. Deidara wrapped me in a big, fluffy towel.

I dried myself off quickly before rubbing on some lotion. I slid into my pajamas for the night. They were actually Deidara's clothes. I figured I might as well make it up to him for being in other men's clothes, even if it hadn't meant physical contact.

When I opened the door, Itachi was there leaning next to it.

"You two take a long time." He commented.

I smiled in embarrassment. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's no trouble." One side of his mouth perked up in a smirk. "Have fun showering."

I rolled my eyes. "I did not have sex today." I said simply. No need to talk about how close I'd been to it, though.

Itachi apparently took my word for it, because as soon as Deidara exited, he went in and closed the door after him. The shower started up again.

I plodded back to the living room. I curled up on the couch.

Deidara settled next to me.

"I figured I might as well tell them tonight, after Itachi's shower." I told him.

"Tell us what?" Kisame asked through a mouth of food. He'd been leaning against the kitchen's doorframe, which faced the living room.

"You'll find out." I grinned.

"Ooh. Now I'm interested." He teased.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever Kisame."

I sat listening to Kisame and Deidara debate over which kind of shuriken worked more efficiently while Itachi was in the shower.

It wasn't the most boring conversation I'd sat through.

Itachi emerged as clean as me, though he was only wearing pants. "Come on, Kisame." He motioned with his hand.

"No, hold on." Kisame grinned. "Sakura's got some sort of news. I want to know what it is."

Itachi raised his eyebrows.

He probably knew already. He knew everything.

I motioned for him to sit down. He did.

"I'm pregnant." I smiled.

"What?!" exclaimed a voice that was obviously not Itachi. Or Kisame. Or even Tobi. And of course not Deidara.

Shit.