A/N - Whew this is a long chapter (well, for me it is) and it took a lot of time and effort. I have never written (or read) a sex scene like this before and hopefully that's not just because absolutely no one wants to read that. It is there for a purpose, and you shall see why slightly later on. J Also, I have managed to fix my formatting(I think) and will be editing previous chapters at some point soon.

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I Care Chapter 9

As you might expect from the earlier events, the journey back was relatively uneventful. Naruto, on the fourth day of their return journey, finally got it through his thick skull that Kakashi was not gay, and was not wanting to have fun with him and Sasuke, and after that, they fell into their usual routine, and their usual split off pairs; Sakura and Kakashi, and Sasuke with Naruto. This was an old arrangement and one that suited the team - Naruto would usually complain if he was with someone other than Sasuke, Sakura's patience with him did tend to run low, and Sasuke and Sakura argued like siblings.

They were all worn down and irritable when they entered Konoha, and much too warm in their many layers that they had not slowed down to shed, so they were very quick to split their separate ways.

The sight of her familiar home, was always enough to cheer Sakura up after a long, horrendous mission. She would fling open the windows at the first moment she got, the fresh air mingling with the various other scents linked with her home in a way that highly revived her spirits. Next she unpacked her bag meticulously, putting everything in its correct places and put all of the clothes form her pack directly into the washing machine, topping it up with the few clothes that she'd had to leave in the hamper before she left.

She left the small laundry room, turning the light off behind her and walked through to her living room to stare at her bookshelves. They contained mainly medical texts or educational texts, but slightly under 50% were other fiction novels of every kind. She would absorb any novel, no matter how long or arduous, and didn't particularly have any specific genre. Or at least not until now. These books couldn't really be put here, where anyone could see them, but surely if anyone visited they would notice them anyway, so there was very little point in hiding them. It would only make her appear ashamed of her new hobby. So, the bedroom it was.

No one ever usually visited her room, and even if someone irritating did, that would most likely be Kakashi, would already knew about her current reading habits, or Torao, who she shouldn't feel uncomfortable around, not even when talking about pervy literature. She could talk to Kakashi about it, so she could damn well talk to him. Sakura stashed the three books in an empty container under her bed, and nodded her head as she resolved to finally have a look in Scandalous, a shop that Ino adored, but one that she had always been much too apprehensive to enter. The store sold many things other than books, such a lingerie and cosmetics. The store was mainly aimed at women, and this would hopefully mean that the novels and films she might find would be the stuff that she was looking for, the same kind of material that had just vanished behind the edge of her duvet.

Her phone was flashing its fully charged sign at her (she never took it with her on missions for fear that she would break/lose it/ give important numbers to enemies by accident. While she was gone she just kept it on charge so she could return any calls she had received it as soon as she got in.) True enough, once she had turned it on she found messages from Ino, Torao and Tenten. Only two from Tenten though, Ino and Torao didn't get the idea that she wouldn't be seeing the messages till she got back and constantly sent 'good luck on your mission' messages. Honestly it was sweet and all, but it did her head in.

After a brief reply to Tenten, and not so brief conversations with Torao and Ino, Sakura took a warm shower and contemplated what she ought to wear to see Torao. Honestly, she didn't know why she bothered; he wouldn't really see the effort involved, and was most impressed by her work clothes, purely because they showed her as someone 'suitable' for him to be with. So, she may as well jus shove on a paper bag.

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Sakura glanced at the bathroom door for a moment before hastily fumbling one of the books out of the box. Surely it wouldn't be that bad, right? The people in the books certainly seemed to enjoy themselves and if half of what Ino said was true, non-fictional people liked it too. In fact, even according to Hinata, it was a sign that you liked someone and the moment you refused pretty much signalled the end of a relationship. Maybe it would bring them closer; she had heard numerous stories about how having se with a man had caused a woman too fall in love with him. Or wouldn't it be better to be certain of her feelings before trusting him with her body?

She was just nervous, that's all it was. She wasn't used to having people with her like that and it was only natural that she would be.

God, it was a good thing that she put on matching underwear when she got dressed earlier! That could be awkward… at least she looked presentable. Looking at the images in the book, Sakura wondered if Torao could see as something like that. All of the woman here had different features, hairstyles, colours. Would she look like this when he took her? Or would she be hurt?

Tensing as she heard the shower shut off, Sakura bit her lip as she hurriedly slipped the book back under the bed, he eyes wide as she turned to look at the door. She really should have shut it, so that she would have more time to compose herself before he got back in, but she hadn't really thought that far. That would have been the precious second she needed to school her expression, damn it. Torao walked through the door, and Saura sincerely hoped that he hadn't caught her guilty look. He would probably want to know why. Despite her earlier internal claims, the only person she would tell about that was Kakashi. This man was definitely not him. Knowing Torao, he would probably either find it demeaning or an invitation to just use her as a sex toy, neither of which she wanted.

She had been with Torao long enough now to hopefully not worry about that. He was often overly considerate, something that could not really be considered a fault. If he was as consistent as he was in other things, this would be fine. She relaxed slightly.

Torao moved towards her predatorily, his arms caging her in, and one hand moved to her jaw, pulling it roughly towards his. He pressed his lips to hers over and over, pulling her head closer then relaxing his grip as he chose how to make her reciprocate.

"You could help out you know," He murmured against her mouth. He pushed slightly harder against her mouth, pushing his tongue in and following what she had read Sakura stroked her own against it and sucked. He moved on top of her on the bed, one arm fully wrapping around her mall form, the other resting against her cheek. He groaned slightly into her mouth and Sakura placed her hands against his neck. With her eyes closed, Sakura focused on the way he felt against her, kissing her. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't anything to talk about yet. In her books the women had been turned on by this, their bodies preparing for the inevitable. She didn't feel that. Maybe once he was touching her it would be different.

Torao moved his hand from her jaw downwards, squeezing one shirt covered globe before sliding under her shirt to stroke the smooth skin, run his thumb over her sooth breasts and flick his thumb over her bra clad nipples. Sakura moaned very lightly at the jolt he sent through her by touching her hard nipple; from the cold rather than his previous ministrations. His hand grabbed greedily onto one and he pressed more of his weight on top of her as he tongue slid forcefully in and out of her mouth. He moved the hand behind her down to grab her ass, the other finally moving down from her chest to reach into her pants and slid through the pink curls that led to her cunt. He slid his fingers over her, rubbing with definite contact, but Sakura didn't feel anything except the contact being… just that. He was touching her, and she could feel it, but that was all. He began to pant quite hard as he pulled away to look her in the eye as he continued but Sakura didn't know how he wanted her to react. He had moved his fingers down to her entrance, but his random jerky movements didn't properly penetrate her and half the time missed, his nails grazing the skin around her hole. What the fuck was he doing? He wasn't a virgin, Sakura knew that. Was this how it was supposed to feel?

Sakura tried to let out a moan and closed her eyes again, tipping her head back against her pillows. Was there something wrong with her? She tried to concentrate on the feel of him there, of how it felt to be touched like that, but he moved away before she could fully lose herself completely. He pulled his button open and jerked his zipper down, looking her in the eye with a look that Sakura vaguely registered as desire.

"Can you do something for me baby?" Sakura nodded quickly, her teeth burying into her bottom lip again. She moved up so that she was resting on her heels, her legs tucked beneath her. She touched him curiously, stroking him with a soft grip that she hazily remembered ought to be tighter, but for some reason didn't change it.

Torao groaned a little and shifted his hips, so he was reclined back into a more lying position.

"Think you could suck me, baby?" Sakura looked up at him and saw him expression that was expectant and slightly excited. Well, she didn't really have a reason not to… though it did seem quite rude to ask. She looked down at it, deciding that it definitely would not all fit in her mouth. He wasn't exactly small, and she was not experienced.

She bent down, her hands coming to rest on his thighs to hold herself up, and swirled her tongue around his tip before licking up the leaking precum as she had seen the girls do in her books. She carried on licking him, teasing him she hoped, but it wasn't very long at all before he pushed her head down onto him, so that him hips also thrust up into her mouth. Sakura got the message, and he thankfully let go a few minutes later as she bobbed her head up and down as much as she could, gagging slightly as he pushed a little too far back. Lifting her head higher, she sucked around his tip and then lifted her head off to stare up at him.

Torao reached forward and pulled her shirt off hurriedly, her bra very quickly following it to land unceremoniously on the floor. The rest of her clothes followed before she could even reach out to touch him. He kicked his trousers and boxers down from where they still rested on his legs before very quickly shoving his shirt off. In all of about two seconds he had got both of them naked and made a mess in her bedroom. He reached into the pocket f his discarded trousers and pulled out a condom. Sakura watched curiously as he pulled it over himself, glancing back at her every couple of seconds or so. Surely her ought to be pinching the tip while he did that if sex ed was anything to go by? Well, he had done this before. Sakura sighed and leant back glancing around the room, through the curtains outside. It felt slightly awkward to just lay here and watch him. It wasn't that she was embarrassed at the idea of a condom, just embarrassed when it came to staring at someone.

He was back next to her a minute later, hastily brushing his lips over hers as he placed himself between her legs. He tilted her hips slightly, pulling her closer to him and then she felt his blunt tip pushing against her. He wasn't making any progress, and kept shifting against her as he tried to lodge himself inside. He sighed looking at her.

"Come on, lets switch positions. It'll be better that way, trust me."

Biting her lip, Sakura did as he asked, moving out from underneath him so that he could lay back before straddling him. She placed herself above him and shifted her hips back and forth against him, trying to get him inside. Surely this ought to be easier? He placed his hands on her hips and thrust up against her, eliciting a cry of discomfort from companion as he forced his tip inside her. He kept it up, jerking against her and Sakura felt small amounts of pain and discomfort as he stretched her. She wasn't ready, was nowhere close to aroused enough to take him comfortably. He kept moving, almost halfway in now, pushing her down as he thrust up. She felt forced open, wasn't wet enough to help him move smoothly.

"Ah… It… hurts slightly…" She gasped out, clutching his hands still. His lips lifted up again.

"Come on, baby. Look there's just a little more to go. Just get me in completely." How dare he! Inner Sakura was on the verge of rampage at his unrepentant tone, but outer Sakura just gritted her teeth and pushed down, helping him. At least he might get something out of this. Finally her hips became flush with his, and she moved backwards and forwards slightly, attempting to adjust to him. This wasn't that bad, but it wasn't exactly wonderful. She couldn't really move comfortably yet, and the way he jerked upwards was too rough. Letting out a light whimper, she suggested they switch back to the way they had been positioned before. After a few minutes of moaning, he relented.

He pushed inside her quickly this time, but her entrance still felt a slight strain as he moved too hard. He moved quickly, forcefully and even if precision was something ANBU were prided on, his precision here wasn't quite good as he couldn't fully control himself at this speed, force and lack of rhythm and so he kept having to realign himself. This really wasn't what her novels wrote it out to be; she didn't feel a sense of pleasure and satisfaction. He wasn't touching her other than his penis inside her. He wasn't kissing her as he moved.

After only a few more minutes, he gave up and Sakura didn't bother to stop him as he manoeuvred her onto her hands and knees. His thrusts were slightly slower now, but much, much harder as he literally slammed his dick inside her. She felt herself grow tired and a flat feeling envelop her as he kept up his reckless pounding. He was still rubbing against her, something she was certain she ought to have adjusted to by now; he must have been going at it for nearly 45 minutes now, and she could already tell that she was going to be sore for longer than the morning after. After a particularly vicious thrust, she moaned out his name, breathy and high pitched as her body shook from the force of it.

This seemed to encourage him as he moved even harder, one hand drifting downward to touch her clit, but it had absolutely no effect. Her body felt languid, ready to crash down and sleep despite the lack of effort on her part.

Well, at least she had put the effort in at the beginning. She couldn't help but feel rather… let down. He wasn't doing anything really, except having sex with his girlfriend and Sakura realised that he didn't exactly deserve to be cold shouldered for that, but she couldn't help but wish he had done something more beforehand. If only he had managed to arouse her properly before getting his dick out, this could have gone so much better.

Sakura sighed, and pushed her legs closer together as he pulled out again. She didn't really want him to put himself back inside her, her body felt lax enough already.

"Ah, Sakura?" She turned round to look at him drearily.

"Mmm?"

"I-um, I mean… the condom's broke, but I haven't come yet so… I'll just go put another one on shall I?" He moved off the bed and Sakura rolled onto her side, covering herself with her duvet. How was that not a problem? That could quite easily get her pregnant, as a medic she knew that. Did that not bother him? It truly amazed her how immature a man could be, a man who had slaughtered and protected, and was apparently either so damn selfish or emotionally redundant to realise she was shocked by this, and upset. Tears sprung to her eyes and she blinked quickly to try and hide them as he cam back to her.

"Are you alright?" She nodded mutely. "You look like you're crying. Are you upset 'cause the condom broke?" Honestly, this man was being thicker than Naruto on a bad day!

Try as she might, the tears kept clouding her vision, and Torao eventually realised that he probably wasn't going to get anything from her voluntarily.

"Don't worry, Sakura, I didn't come." He looked at her, pulling the duvet away to see her face. "Is that what's upsetting you?"

"I could still get pregnant from that you ass!" She couldn't' explain the rest of it, but her emotions boiled over at him now, this being the final straw. She didn't want him to touch he again. This wasn't what she had wanted by a long shot.

He studied her carefully for a moment, before shaking his head. "Fine we won't do it." He walked over to the bin to deposit the condom, and quickly got back next to her. "You know a jutsu for birth control, right?"

Sakura nodded and moved her hands to create the symbols.

"How effective is it?" he seemed much more concerned now. Did he really not know that precum could get a woman pregnant? Was he STUPID? Apparently so…

"Its not absolute, obviously, but its generally effective," She mumbled quietly, feeling slightly better as she completed her jutsu. He placed his head in his hands staring at her with a wary expression.

"But what if it doesn't work? I'm not ready to be a dad! I'm not ready to have kids!"

Sakura found herself reaching out to pull him to her and wrapped her arms around him in a gentle embrace. She didn't know why she still felt this urge to comfort him, but she did. He acted like a child, and there was a part of her that instinctively went to comfort anyone who appeared distressed, and this part of her wanted to calm him down, even while all of the other Sakura's were screaming that he deserved it, that it was his fault, that she should dump his ass. This side of her often won.

"It's fine," She murmured into his hair "I won't be, ok?" She rocked him gently and he pulled his arms around her, burrowing into her neck. "The chances are incredibly low, and…"

"I've ruined everything, haven't I?"

"No, you haven't." Not for the reason he thought.

Sakura sighed and leaned back into his embrace, her breathing evening out and her body relaxing long before sleep overtook her. This was what she wanted, what she liked about being with someone, especially Torao. She felt comfortable lying here in his arms, and the feel of having someone completely wrapped around her was something so exquisitely safe and calm that she never wanted to move. Usually if they were watching a film or something Torao would get restless, keep fidgeting or wanting to get up and move about, but now he was still and she loved it. She could ignore the tight, but still empty feel inside her and embrace the lethargic feel of her tired muscles and of a man so close to her. This part felt right.

She smiled when she awoke before him the next morning, face to face with his relaxed expression. The sun hadn't fully risen yet, and the half light made him look gentle and serene. Stroking his face lightly, Sakura sat up and moved out of bed, disturbing him as little as she could. God, she needed a shower.

A/N - I know, another author's note. But I just felt the need to say that this chapter is rather…bipolar, if you can get a bipolar chapter, and probably needs some explanation. It will probably become clear later on, but my emotional writing tends to get too many layered and if you ask a question (nicely) I will try and answer it when I put the next chapter up. I've already started writing it :P

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