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Sakura steps into his personal space, and Sasuke can see the look of pleading in her eyes. He can see that familiar worry that she has for him, and he feels something deep inside of him. "You know that isn't true." She tells him and Sasuke is shaking his head. Images of his past come to mind, of the losses that he has experienced, and the losses of his family.

Sakura can't know that he won't turn to the darkness again, and no matter how much Sasuke wants to stay in the light, he can't be sure either.

He can already feel a piece of it reclaiming him again, threatening the carefully built peace that he has constructed around him, and his emotions.

Sasuke can feel how fast his heart is beating, and there is this anger filling his gut; it's ugly, quick, and feels molten. He can see Sakura hoping; he can see that look in her eyes and his chest pangs.

She shouldn't be here to see this; he shouldn't be acting this way in front of her.

But he is. He feels her warmth as she stands too close to him, fingers just brushing his, and there is unwanted comfort in the small touch. Sasuke wants more of it – more of that safety - but he doesn't know how to get it. Sasuke can't rely on himself because his emotions are unpredictable. The future is unpredictable, and he thought that he had conquered that fear. It's there though, sitting beside his want, and he can feel the frustration mounting and he roars at Sakura,

"Didn't you hear anything that I said? I can't lose anyone, Sakura. I can't be consumed!" He recoils into himself and Sakura grips at his hand, then. She presses their palms together, threading her fingers through his. Sasuke wants to pull away and he wants to press forward, so he does neither.

Instead, he looks down at where she has joined them, and he is unable to look away. It has been so long since he has held someone's hand for comfort, and ironically enough, the last person was Sakura…a long time ago.

Sasuke doesn't feel how wide his eyes are, or see the crazy look in them. He watches their joined hands, and he feels something scary, and familiar. He doesn't want to lose this person in front of him, and he can't tell her that.

He needs to walk away…

"I won't let you be consumed." Sakura promises, and Sasuke can feel how much she means it. No one can know, though.

He should walk away…

"How can you say that?" He asks bitterly. "No one can stop it. You couldn't the first time." He accuses. His voice is filled with the frustration he feels and it accompanies a deep pain.

That's it - he is going to walk away.

Sasuke goes to pull back when Sakura lets go of his hand but she is too quick. She reaches for his shoulders, forcing him to look her in the eye. Sasuke can feel that Sakura is shaking; he can see a crazy look all of her own and something inside Sasuke's mind clicks.

"I was weak before." Sakura growls at him. "I'm not now, and neither are you."

There is a long pause as he looks down at her. She is a foolish woman, who doesn't know how to mind her own business.

He wants to be able to walk away…

His doujutsu swirl slower than before and he can feel that furiosity seep from him. Sakura is still touching him but he doesn't notice.

She is looking him in the eye, and it's fierce.

He sighs, and this time he succeeds in freeing himself from her grasp. She lets him, watching expectantly.

A younger Sasuke would have turned around and walked away.

This Sasuke though, narrows his eyes and steps forward. He can feel Sakura's body heat he is so close, and he warns her,

"You should have forgotten me."

Sakura scoffs and the look that she gives him is withering. She seems angry with him, and insulted by his words.

"I won't." She spits her next statement, and the tone of her voice, the way the word sounds sharp on her tongue hits Sasuke hard.

Sakura is frowning, and flushed, with vicious green eyes, and the sight renders him useless.

His shoulders slump a little and he pushes her hand off his shoulder. He can see a momentary panic in her gaze, and he knows that she thinks he is about to leave.

"You're foolish." He murmurs and he fills the space between them. He feels his hips press against her abdomen, and Sakura's breasts are soft against him.

Sasuke isn't quite sure what to do next, so he does what he wants. He grips her chin between his fingers and tilts it up sharply. The movement isn't soft, and neither is his gaze. Sakura's eyes widen with surprise and Sasuke takes his shot. Quickly, he leans down and kisses her hard, feeling the lips of a woman for the first time.

Sakura clings to him and he reaches for her hands that are on his shoulders. He grips her wrists and pulls them to her side, holding them fast. He parts his lips to deepen the touch and he walks her until her back is against the wall.

He can't walk away now.

He can feel her tongue slide against his and it's a foreign feeling. Sakura presses herself upward, moulding herself to him, and Sasuke lets go of her wrists to hold her still. A groan is pulled from him as he grinds against her, and all reason flies from his mind.

Sakura makes a noise as well and her fingers find their way into Sasuke's hair. She tugs hard, and holds the back of his head, kissing him thoroughly. She can't get close enough though, and Sasuke breaks the kiss. He breathes heavily and so does she. He can see the flush of her cheeks and her dilated eyes, which are beautiful.

Sasuke's forehead leans against the wall beside Sakura's head, and he whispers hotly as he grinds against her hip, "You did this."

Sakura lets out a surprised breath as he hoists her up against the wall and her feet hook at the small of his back. They both groan at the intimate contact, and he presses hard against her. Sakura responds in kind and Sasuke longs to feel more of her. He hasn't felt like this before, and he can't rationalise it.

He is too far-gone.

"Please." Sakura utters against his lips, and he kisses her roughly again. His hands skate down her body, touching, feeling, and he hates her dress for getting in the way. He wants to rip it off her and taste her skin. He wants to squeeze, and nip, and lick, until Sakura goes crazy.

Instead, he reaches beneath her crumpled dress revelling as his hand slides along the outside of her thigh. He sucks her lower lip, scraping it between his teeth, just as the sound of material ripping fills the air. He tugs, and her panties fall to the floor.

"Sasuke-kun." Sakura whispers against his lips, and Sasuke watches her with the clarity of his doujutsu. He can feel his eyes working over time, recording this memory for him to keep.

"Shh." He lets out, and when he kisses her next it is languid. Sasuke slows his pace down and he kisses along her jaw, exhaling a groan against her throat next, and he feels between them. He lets Sakura's feet slide to the floor and his lips touch her forehead as she arches into his fingers. He hasn't done this before but the reception he receives is promising. Sasuke presses his clothed erection against her hip as he fingers her.

"You haven't done this before." He states raspily, but it is a question. He tentatively presses a finger inside of her again, and he can feel how tight she is.
"No." She gasps, "Please, Sasuke-kun, don't stop because it."

He pauses, thinking her words over.

"Why should I listen" He whispers huskily, leaning down until their lips are almost touching. He knows that he is going to give her what she wants, and two fingers enter her now; Sasuke wants to feel this tight heat around his cock.

"Listen because I love you." Sakura whispers back, and he can't help himself from thrusting his fingers inside harder, and more sharply. He isn't used to hearing those words and his chest tightens as she cries out, asking him for more; she begs for him to be inside her.

Sasuke didn't imagine it happening like this. He always thought that they'd be older, and it would be an arrangement with marriage involved.

This is different. He wants this. It's intense and emotional. Sasuke is powerless to say no to her body, and her feelings pull him in even further.

He can do nothing but accept and pull back. Sakura makes a noise at the loss of pleasure, and it's eclipsed by the sound of Sasuke's zipper undoing. Sakura reaches for his pants hastily, helping him push them down. Then she grips for him greedily. Sasuke doesn't like this loss of power, but he lets her pull out his swollen cock. He lets her touch him and Sakura licks at his jaw, nibbling. She sucks on the skin of his pulse and nips harder, feeling the length of him with her fingers before squeezing tightly.

It's experimentation that Sasuke doesn't have time for.

"Enough." He orders, swatting her hand away. He moves to face her fully, and her hands touch his shoulders. She hoists herself up, using him as leverage, and Sasuke feels the sensitive skin of a woman -of Sakura.

"We can't go back from this." Sasuke warns, almost hopelessly, and Sakura looks at him like she doesn't care.

She proves it, too, as she reaches between them and presses the head of his dick to her entrance. He feels a strong pressure, as well as an intense pleasure, as she sinks down on him, stretching her virgin flesh, and he is entranced by the expression on her face.

Sakura is in pain, but he can also see pleasure.

Sasuke's hand reaches forward, of it's own volition, and he cups her cheek. He pushes away hair from her face and he pulls her down for a kiss. The movement causes her to tighten around him and he wants to wait until she is no longer tense.

Sakura doesn't and Sasuke is taken by surprise when she kisses him hard. Her lips demand that he open his mouth, and she kisses him hotly. She urges him to move and he does just that. Sasuke grips her hips and slides out. The air is cool against his wet erection and he hisses at the intense warmth of Sakura as he thrusts inside of her quickly. Sakura cries out against his lips and within moments the two are reduced to a humping mess of grunts and groans. He can hear himself saying her name -whispering things against her ear that he wasn't aware of before; things that he wants to do to her.

Sakura lifts her arm above her head, stretching up and pushing her hips toward his. Sasuke takes his opportunity, reaching up to hold her hand. His fingers thread between hers and he squeezes her hand tightly. She pulls at his hair with her free hand and Sasuke fucks her harder.

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura yelps his name as he bites her neck, and he sucks on the sensitive tendon. He tells her that he wants to see her naked, that he wants to lick every inch of her, fuck her until she can't move, and it's enough –

Sakura's moan reaches a crescendo, her muscles flex as she clamps down around him, and her orgasm rips through her. It's too much for him, and Sasuke is tipped over the edge, groaning his release deeply as his teeth sink into her shoulder.

It takes a long moment for Sasuke to come back to earth, and when he does, he is shaking. His breath is coming in harsh pants and he licks at Sakura's shoulder, where he has broken the skin. Sasuke pulls back to look at Sakura; her head is resting against the wall behind her, her eyes are closed, and she is breathing heavily. He also sees the damage that he has done to her lily-white skin. Blood and bruises mar her skin, in a few places, and he acknowledges the coppery taste in his mouth. Sasuke can't believe that he let himself get that out of control, and he dislikes the feeling of possession that lingers.

Sasuke doesn't want her to heal the wounds. He doesn't think about why, but he does wipe his thumb over a particularly red mark.

He meets her open gaze then, and his eyes fade to black. Sakura looks at him through lowered lashes and she leans forward. She kisses him full and slow, and she runs her fingers through his hair.

Then, she allows him to pull away and he feels the mess that they have created. Without regret, he pulls the handkerchief that is disguised as a pocket square from his jacket, and swiftly wipes off. His tucks himself away and zips up his pants. Unapologetically, he passes her the half damp material and she blushes. Sakura takes it and reaches beneath her dress. Sasuke finds himself glancing to the side to give her some privacy.

The air feels thick now.

"You don't have to avoid me." Sakura says softly, sounding wrecked from their activity, but her tone is strong. "We can pretend this didn't happen." She states.

Sasuke doesn't look at her as he replies, "We don't need to pretend."

Sakura seems to freeze for a moment before she nods. She straightens her dress and picks up her destroyed underwear. Her hair is just as messy as his and Sasuke knows that they must look debauched.

"Walk me home?" She asks him with a surprisingly light voice; like they didn't just lose their virginity. He finds himself nodding even though he is unable to meet her eye.

As they walk through the tunnel, with only a torch for light, Sasuke wonders if he has made the right choice. He doesn't feel regret, and his anger is surprisingly gone. Sasuke feels…okay.

"Tomorrow I'll take you to the archives." He says without turning around.

There is a pause and Sakura replies, "Thank you, Sasuke-kun."

He only nods.