title: 7:31
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ! 2012
rating: T-M

summary: o21: A stranger at a bar. No strings attached. At least, that was the plan.

REVISED 6.30.14

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Duped

He was simply a charming stranger she met at a bar. And she went home with him. The deal was: no strings attached.

They were still kissing as he unlocked the door to his apartment, refusing to break free from her. He whispered words like, "You're beautiful," and "So lovely," and all the things that she wanted to hear, even if they weren't true.

The man she met—Itachi, he said, the name of someone she didn't want to remember—was handsome beyond words. The fact that he decided to pick her up, out of every other girl at the bar, was mindblowing. It was fantastic.

And for some reason, she felt as if she'd seen him somewhere before.

Sakura didn't know how to describe her sudden lust for him rather than "he had me at hello."

They stumbled through the floors and made their way to his bed. He lied her down softly as she breathed heavily, wondering how the sex would feel with this new guy.

He straddled her, his eyes dark. "Are you ready for this?"

"Of course," she said, pulling him down. I've done this before."

Sakura saw his eyes widen slightly as she implied she wasn't a virgin, but she didn't care. And for a while, neither did he. He kissed her again, roughly this time, and pulled down her shorts as he reached for a condom.

She broke apart from the kiss and wiped his hair away. "You do this a lot, don't you?" she joked as she motioned to the drawer where he took the condom from.

He didn't respond. His face was stoic, and he seemed almost a little hurt or disappointed that she would ask that. "No," he said. "Only for the girls I like the most."

"How many are there?" she asked. She didn't get a response as he kissed her to keep her quiet, but it was a soft sort of kiss—the kind that made her want to fall into his arms forever.

Finally, she was fully bare under him, and he kept whispering sweet things into her ear, making her feel more beautiful than she thought she was. Itachi entered her slowly, although she convinced him that she didn't feel pain and that it was fine to go harder.

Itachi moved on top of her like someone making love, and she didn't know how to respond to this kind of experience. She liked it, though—even if it wasn't the kind of rough, hard sex she usually got from strange men at the bars, this one made her feel warm and cozy and almost…loved.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly as he put his palms over her breasts.

"Not at all," she said. "It feels great."

"Good." He kissed her again, and she bucked her hips against his, creating more friction and movement between them.

Itachi groaned as Sakura pulled his hair. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yes," he whispered. "I love it."

He moved faster against her, with the same gentleness that he started with originally. She felt herself reaching her climax, and cried out.

"I'm going to—" she began, losing her words as she couldn't think straight. This beautiful stranger was still moving in her, faster and faster.

"You're going to what, Sakura?" he said, almost tauntingly.

"I'm going to cum," she cried, spilling herself all over him. He, too, came in the rubber and exited her slowly, feeling the cold air around him. He collapsed on top of her, and she held him to her chest, kissing his forehead.

"That was good," she said. "Very good."

Itachi didn't say anything. He sighed, feeling Sakura's breasts against his cheek, and fell asleep on her, enjoying the warm stickiness of her body.

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He woke up much later than usual and felt the bed next to him empty. On the dresser was a note.

Itachi—

Thanks for a wonderful night. Maybe someday we'll see each other again soon.

—Sakura

He crumpled the paper in his hands and cursed, pulling on some clothes. She couldn't have gone that far, seeing how it was only ten o'clock.

"Sakura!" he called out as he ran out his apartment complex. "Sakura!"

He kept running through pedestrians, calling out her name. He needed to explain something to her.

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Sakura felt sore all over her body, even though Itachi had been incredibly gentle with her. "No guy has ever treated me like that in bed," she said to herself as she walked back towards her home.

In his arms, she felt safe and secure and almost guilty that it had just been a one night stand. She wanted more with him. And more. Was it greedy of her to want to keep him for herself?

Suddenly, she felt a hand clasp on her shoulder. Turning around, she screamed, and slapped the person across the face. He fell to the sidewalk and clutched his cheek.

"Itachi!" she said, helping him up. "I'm so sorry!"

He dusted himself off, and she saw the red bruise forming on his cheek. She, too, turned red. From embarrassment.

"I need to tell you something," he said breathlessly.

"What is it?" she asked. "First, let me get you some ice…"

"No." He took a hold of her wrist. "I have to tell you this." He paused, taking a deep breath, and then said, "My name isn't Itachi."

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you've been duped. I tricked you. I gave you a false identity because I needed to understand you better." he sighed. "I'm sorry."

Sakura was speechless. "Why?"

He took out a picture on his phone. "Do you recognize this guy?"

Sakura gasped. "It's…"

"Uchiha Itachi. Your old boyfriend."

"Then…" she saw the resemblance between the two. "You're…"

"Sasuke. His brother."

She felt tears prick at her eyes. "I can't believe…" she turned away from him, refusing to let him see her tears after having one night together. "You tricked me, and I trusted you."

"Sakura," he said. "Please." His tone was soft.

"No," she said. "I can't…I can't do this."

Sasuke pulled her into his arms. "What happened last night was all real. My feelings for you. The fact that I wanted to wash away all the memories of my brother. I wanted it to be me, not Itachi, holding you. And now I have you in my arms. I don't want to let you go."

"You lied to me," she cried.

"I know." He turned her around and stroked her cheeks. "And I'm sorry. But I'm asking you to give me another chance. As Sasuke. Not Itachi."

"I—" she began.

"We can start slow," he said. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Because you and I both know that we want more than just one night together."

It was true. She did. She felt good with him. And she could soon get past the fact that he lied to her. Not very soon. But someday.

"Okay," she said softly. "Sasuke-kun."

Inspired by the fourth story of the manga Hard na Choukyoshi

Slight changes!