A/N: Just a little heads up here before you read. There is some smutty, lemony goodness in this chapter, so I thought I'd warn you, just in case. Cheers!

Chapter Five

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Immersion, Aggression and Repression

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Maybe the planets are trying to become the stars;
And we really came from Mars.

The earth is alive and man is a parasite;
And heavenly bodies make us fight.

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Sakura

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The meeting with Pein had been nervewracking, to say the least.

But, she reflected as she followed Konan, at least he hadn't killed her. That was a start, right?

Unfortunately, he had given her very little legitimate reason as to why she was here and though he hadn't mentioned either the pregnancy nor Naruto, she couldn't help but think his true intentions had been kept from her.

It made sense; if her presence had anything to do with either of those, of course, he wouldn't actually tell her that. To do so would mean he considered her anything more than a pawn in his game.

So no, she wasn't dead but she wasn't exactly feeling better about all of this either. Whether or not Konan and Pein knew about the pregnancy - and she was almost one hundred percent sure that they did - she couldn't just ignore it if she was going to be forced to stay here. Surely it would have to come up at some point.

It was so unlike her to merely give in to something like this, though she didn't think she had any other recourse to follow. All she really could do was push down the fear and the urge to break down these walls and run far away and manage to keep herself in check until the time came that she could get out of here. And that was all she could do.

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Akatsuki Main Hall, one hour prior

She could feel an unnatural coldness creep into her bones as they approached the huge set of double doors that no doubt led to where the leader was located. The chakra she detected from the other side was still and calm but extremely intense. Dark and ominous.

'Well that puts me at ease.' As sarcastic as that thought had begun an unusual feeling of calm did begin to seep into her body. Sakura began to feel an almost euphoric sensation crawling up her spine and she had to repress a shudder. If it wasn't so...nice...she would have surely felt violated. She was certain she'd feel violated later.

The blue haired kunoichi paused momentarily, noticing the suddenly softened features on the rosette's face, a knowing smile gracing her own.

"Pein's chakra has a very...subduing effect. That's what you're feeling now."

Sakura's eyebrow rose. Konan seemed to be enjoying it if in fact, she was feeling it as well.

"It takes some time to become accustomed to it so that it doesn't affect you as much," Konan continued, her fingers quickly forming a few hand signs that Sakura hadn't managed to catch, "Though...you never truly become used to it."

"So, he's chakra-drugging us?" She honestly didn't have a better word for it. If it wasn't a genjutsu, that was all she could use to describe it. She shivered. "That's certainly different."

"It's not done purposefully but I suppose you could call it that."

The massive doors slowly began to open and the euphoric feeling intensified briefly before it died down to a more manageable level. Konan stepped through the threshold, signaling Sakura to follow, silently.

As she followed Konan down a dimly lit bridgeway, she took in her surroundings carefully, shivering from the drop in temperature. The room itself was massive and completely black with the exception of some dim sconces and hurricane candles on the walls. The ceiling was so high that Sakura couldn't even see it, making the room appear as if it were unending in height. Darkness flowing ever higher into the sky, as if hell itself dared to contest with the heavens.

'Surely that has to be some kind of genjutsu, right? No ceiling is that damn high.'

Konan had come to a stop at another doorway, a much smaller one, and Sakura had been so distracted with the oddities of the ceiling height that she nearly collided into her. Luckily she caught herself in time to stop just short of stepping on the back of Konan's boots.

'Damn it, I'm absolutely useless without proper chakra control.' The introspection was almost morose.

This door didn't require any hand signs and merely slid open to allow the two kunoichi to step inside, closing quickly behind them. The air was much warmer in here than in that hallway and Sakura was grateful; the cold had been almost grating. The ceiling was still just as impossibly high as it was in the hallway but there was more light in here.

A large wooden desk sat in the center of the room in front of two tall windows offering a rather grey and solemn view of the city beyond, a downpour flooding it from above.

Sakura felt her breath hitch in her throat, recognizing almost instantly that particular skyline. Well, at least she was pretty certain of where she was now.

After all, no other place had rain quite that intense and buildings quite that stoic.

Amegakure, how fitting...

A sudden surge of that same chakra from before brought Sakura out of her musings and back to the present, that tingling feeling resurfacing even more voraciously. This time it brought about an uncomfortable accompanying feeling in the pit of her gut. The nausea was beginning to return. Konan tensed visibly beside her and this made her spine straighten in return.

Sakura's eyes widened at the appearance of the man who was suddenly settled in the chair behind the desk that she was certain had been empty before. It was as if he had simply materialized out of thin air.

"Haruno Sakura. We're finally meeting at last. My name is Pein and I am the leader of the Akatsuki." His voice was deep and rich, molten and soft and honestly quite pleasant to the ears, though it spoke something very dark within it. Sakura took in his odd features for a moment. He had unruly hair the color of rusty ginger - it reminded her of Naruto's wild locks - settled behind a hitae-ate adorned with Ame's symbol and accompanying slash through the center. His face, strong and sturdy, was very handsome though some of the good looks were lost behind what appeared to be an overkill of strange studs in various places on his face. And his eyes...

There was no mistaking those eyes. Ringed irises, hypnotic and overwhelming, stemming forever from the pupil within, that odd shade of greyish of purple that seemed to shine in the dark. She had heard the stories, from childhood and beyond, but she hadn't ever believed she would see them in her lifetime. No one did, considering they were rumored to have ever existed in the first place. Even so, the vision matched every description she had gotten in her life; the eyes that beget every doujutsu that came after. Those eyes that belonged to the Father of All Shinobi, The Sage of The Six Paths.

The Rinnegan.

"I do not wish to waste any more time than is absolutely necessary or hold up Konan from helping you settle in here, so I won't, Haruno-san. So first, you will ask and I will listen. Then I will define the terms of your stay. Acceptable?"

Sakura was almost taken aback at the unsettlingly polite way in which he spoke. She nodded, trying hard to gather every ounce of strength she had into her voice. Just because she was weak in her state didn't mean that she had to act like it. She still had some shreds of dignity left after all.

First and foremost, "Why exactly am I here?"

Maybe she had imagined it, but she could have sworn she saw the briefest flash of amusement on Pein's face as he registered her query.

"The answer is probably less than you had expected, Haruno-san, but it's quite simple really. The organization requires an experienced medic-nin at this time. We thought we should acquire one of the best. And that led us to you."

Sakura had to stop her eyebrows from rising in disbelief. Surely that couldn't be all, right?

"And since our previous medical ninjutsu specialist fell to your hands, I thought it would be fitting that you replace him."

"You mean Akasuna no Sasori, yes?"

"Indeed. We do have another, Kakuzu, though he is not as skilled as Sasori was. And he is nowhere near your caliber of expertise."

"So you had me kidnapped?" The tone of her voice was rising in indignation and she could feel Konan tensing beside her. Pein, however, let out a small laugh, folding his hands in front of him on the desk before responding.

"It wouldn't have worked if we had merely asked you, don't you think? We had only one course of action to do so, and though I regret the method that was used, it was all we could do."

'Or you could have just not kidnapped me.' She thought bitterly, but obviously saying that aloud wouldn't have gone well. He had mentioned nothing about Naruto or the pregnancy but somehow that didn't make her feel any better. He was keeping something from her, though there was little to nothing she could do about it. She moved on to the next pressing concern.

"Okay then...I suppose I'd like to know what your...organization hopes to achieve with capturing the tailed beasts."

The briefest of smiles graced his face.

"The Akatsuki's goal, ultimately, is to obtain peace throughout the world. Though our methods might be considered...unorthodox or extreme, we strive to complete our goal through any means necessary. And I believe those means will eventually justify the ends." His conviction was strong, Sakura had to give him that at least. She certainly hadn't expected that to be the answer he would give. Though how he managed to achieve that peace was probably something she'd rather not know. She didn't press further.

"How...long will I be here for?" She tried not to look into his eyes, afraid of what they may be able to do to her if he chose to use them. She averted her gaze to his chin instead.

"For as long as we require your skills. That is the best answer I can give you."

"And then? After you decide that you don't need them or me anymore, then what?" The subtext read 'Are you going to kill me?' though she didn't dare utter those words.

Pein seemed to think a long time on this, standing from the chair to lean his body on the front of the desk, crossing one leg over the other, cloak flowing behind him.

"As long as you do as you're told and keep to the parameters of your confinement, no harm will come to you at the end of your stay. You will be able to return to your village unharmed."

An arched pink eyebrow rose as it's owner was unsure whether or not to believe what she had just heard. Disbelief flooded her system and it must have been obvious to the man settled on the edge of the desk in front of her.

"You have my word, Haruno-san."

Inwardly Sakura swore, resigning to the fact that she had no choice but to, for lack of a much better word, trust this man standing before her. Even if he were lying and intended to dispose of her, there wasn't fuck all she could do about it now anyway.

According to every obstetrical medical text she had ever read during her tutelage and beyond, the first three months of a shinobi pregnancy were always the most difficult. Proper chakra control and storage was nearly impossible to achieve during this time and she had definitely been feeling it. After that time period, though not perfect, her chakra should be returning to a somewhat normal state, which would allow her to use it more proficiently as far as medical ninjutsu was concerned. However, due to the amount of chakra the body would reroute to support a growing fetus during the entirety of gestation, it was highly unlikely - and undoubtedly dangerous - that she would be able to use her other skills. Her massive strength and her perfect control would be lost to her until delivery; that alone would make it impossible for her to escape from here.

To try would surely mean death for her and the baby.

"I suppose," She began with a sad voice, feeling more and more hopeless every second she stood, "I have no choice then. What are your terms?"

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The terms for her stay had been laid out quickly and soon after Konan and Sakura had bowed - Sakura more begrudgingly of course - and departed from the room.

The terms were as such:

She was to work in the small medical ward on the opposite side of the compound during the day and she would patch up and heal any of the members who needed healing. She was to take a share of domestic duties as well, such as cooking, cleaning, laundry and the like. She was not to attempt to sabotage or escape the compound nor was she to attempt to alert anyone at all to her whereabouts. She was absolutely not allowed to attempt to kill or gravely injure any of the Akatsuki members during this time as well.

Pein's voice crept into her mind, an upward and slightly amused inflection in his tone.

"That's not to say, of course, that you aren't allowed to protect yourself, Haruno-san. Should one of them decide to get...handsy or aggressive, despite my warnings."

She shuddered at the thought of any of these bastards trying to get 'handsy' with her.

'Too late for that, cupcake.' Inner Sakura sighed. Sakura joined her.

Hopefully, she'd be able to handle her own and she had no doubt that Konan - who had only shown her nothing but the utmost support in her short time here - would back her up if need be. Women gotta stick together, right? Just because the blunette was a member of this terrorist cell didn't mean necessarily that she was a thoroughly bad person right?

'You assume that about the rest of them though don't you? That's not really fair, is it? Kinda sexist if you ask me.'

As much as she hated her inner self for remarking on that, she couldn't exactly disagree with her. And as much as she loathed the idea of attempting to get to know the members, it might be in her best interests to do so. Whether it be for the preservation of her life or her modesty - or even just to make the best of a bad situation - she figured she'd have no choice but to try and play nice.

Unless it came to him of course. He was undeserving of any real kindness she had to give if she were forced to interact with him.

She could act civilly if she needed to, she wouldn't explicitly incite a fight between them - doing so would be stupid - but she would not go out of her way to be kind to him. Moderate civility was truly the best she could manage.

"Sakura-san, are you listening?"

A snap in front of her face brought her back to reality. Konan stood there with an equal mixture of concern and confusion on her pretty features, amber eyes focused on Sakura in a way that made the rosette somewhat embarrassed. She could hear Kakashi's voice in her head, complete with good-natured eye-crinkle, and was surged with a deep pang of homesickness.

"That's our Sakura, head in the clouds as always."

"Uh...yes, sorry Konan-san. I guess I just got lost in my thoughts. What were you saying?"

"I was asking if you were ready to see the medical ward?" Those pretty eyes softened and it instantly managed to take some of Sakura's edge off. It was amazing how the blunette could manage that with such ease. Although a different shade than her mentor's, something about those eyes reminded her of Tsunade's. It was simultaneously comforting and saddening. Sakura smiled widely and nodded.

As they walked through the maze-like hallways, Sakura asked offhandedly asked about the size of the base which launched Konan into a lighthearted discussion about different architectural properties held within it. The two women seemed to fall into conversation easily and that made Sakura feel just a tad better about her situation. It was nice to at least have someone to talk to, even if they only ever spoke about trivial things.

Finally, they came upon the end of yet another hallway, stopping in front of a metal door with a small open window. Konan opened the door and turned the light on, illuminating the room in cold fluorescence. The effect it had on the rosette was unexpected. Being in this room was the closest thing she had felt to comfortable since she had woken hours ago.

It wasn't a particularly large examination room, but what it lacked in size it more than made up for with the contents within. A large workstation to the right of the door held a number of microscopes, chemical containers, and various other supplies. On the opposite side of the room was an examination table, clean but seemingly untouched for a long time. There was also an ultrasound machine and a set of keys with a label that read 'X-Ray'. Opposite of those was another door comprised of the same metal as the main door but without the same window. Konan fished a set of keys out of her pocket and stuck them in the keyhole, turning the lock.

"This will be where you're probably going to spend a large majority of your time. Everything in this room is essentially yours to use as you see fit. This will be your office," Konan flipped the light switch and Sakura peered inside. Not much here; a plain wooden desk, an office chair, a couple of metal chairs, stacks and stacks of scrolls and extra supplies for the main room. Still, Sakura couldn't help but feel relieved that she'd have somewhere quiet to do whatever work she was made to do.

"It's a bit sparse right now but if you need anything just make me a list and I'll have Kakuzu pick up what you need the next time he heads out for a supply run." Konan and Sakura stepped back into the examination room; the younger kunoichi's eyes drifting to the key she had noticed from before.

"You guys have your own radiology room?"

Konan smiled, "Yes, we acquired the machine secondhand from one of the hospitals in Wave Country. It turned out to be a better investment than we had originally assumed, though Sasori never really liked to use it much. If you ever need to use it, it's located on the second basement floor."

"That's pretty impressive." Unfortunately, Sakura didn't think she'd be using it at all, considering the dangerous effects x-rays tended to have on growing fetuses. The thought was sobering. Konan stepped out of the room, Sakura following intently. This place certainly was full of interesting things at least.

"Come, I'll show you the kitchen and the library."

After a brief tour of the modest but spacious kitchen and an explanation that just as before, with the medical supplies, if she needed or wanted anything in particular to make a list, the two women found themselves in the large library located near the other side of the compound.

"And this is our library and scroll room."

She felt it as soon as stepped over the threshold of the door. A terrifying strong chakra, which swirled about the room in vicious circles, filled this space and Sakura felt her spine tingle and the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

Someone was settled in the corner of the room, she couldn't see him immediately but the shift in aura indicated that their intrusion was clearly unwelcome. The chakra became slightly more agitated.

As Konan drifted closer to the shadow-person, Sakura followed; she immediately wished she hadn't.

She hadn't seen him this closely since that night in Ame months ago and somehow he looked different than she remembered. He certainly didn't look much like his picture in the recent Bingo Book anymore. Even in his seated and somewhat slouched stance, he looked bigger, more muscular. His features seemed slightly less extreme, less angular than they did in his picture; his eyes seemed slightly less focused.

It took one whiff to discover why that was. He was drunk.

"Oh, Kisame-san. I didn't think anyone was down here." Sakura heard Konan say but she felt herself unable to look away from him.

His cloak and hitae-ate were off and he was clad in a thin mesh tanktop and basic shinobi pants. His normally stiff straight hair was drooping ever so slightly over his darkened eyes and though his stance was relaxed, his muscles were extremely taut. The common smirk he appeared to always have was gone and his lips were set in a thin straight line. His head moved ever so slightly, a single stud earring one couldn't see when his hitae-ate was on glinting in the dim light. He looked up at her, eyes locking onto her own and once again she found herself trapped in his laserbeam-like gaze. She felt her body tense immediately.

"I was just showing our guest around the base." Konan seemed to say though Kisame was failing to show that he was listening, eyes still locked on the flustered pink haired woman in front of him.

They stayed like that for what seemed like a long time and though Sakura was growing increasingly more uncomfortable by the second she refused to break first. Her eyes narrowed slightly, his widened the same amount but in something akin to curiosity and amusement.

'See something you like?' His slightly amused eyes spoke for him.

Sakura's eyes snapped immediately away from him and to the floor.

Damn him. She had clearly let her gaze linger too long and felt her face grow warm with the realization that she had been staring. Did he recognize her perhaps? Probably not, but something was going on in his head; she could see the gears turning. She really couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing.

'You're supposed to be avoiding him. Not mentally undressing him. What the hell is wrong with you?!' Her inner-self screamed. She quietly chided herself, wishing for all intents and purposes that she could disappear. This whole situation was far too much to handle, especially right now.

"Sakura," suddenly she registered a feather light touch on her elbow and was brought back to the present, Konan's soft voice anchoring her to this unfortunate world, "this is Hoshigaki Kisame. Kisame, this is Haruno Sakura. Sakura will be staying with us for an indefinite amount of time. She'll be taking over medic duties in Sasori's absence and will be taking over some domestic duties as well."

Sakura wished she could explain to Konan her desire to be kept far, far away from this man but she couldn't deny the effort that the blunette was putting forth to build some semblance of civility between them. So she decided, with a lump in her throat that was threatening to choke her, that she'd be the bigger person and attempt to give a little.

She extended one hand. She didn't really expect him to take it but she was trying. It was the thought that counted, right?

"It's nice to meet-"

"You owe me a new cloak, leaf." His voice was somewhat gravelly and clearly, he was unamused by her attempt. Sakura felt her cheeks grow somehow more red at his undeniable rejection of her attempt. She dropped her hand, vein suddenly bulging at her temple in sudden irritation; the memories of her abduction becoming suddenly more clear to her.

He was the bastard that had kidnapped her. Inner Sakura was flushed with pride at having puked on him before even more so now that these details had been uncovered. Outer Sakura was just flushed with anger.

"Excuse me?" She hadn't meant for it to come out so snappy but damn it, she was pissed. How dare he! Just who the hell did he think he was?

He brought his form up suddenly, cracking his neck as he stood, his height towering over her in an effort to appear menacing. His effort was well-placed but Sakura was more pissed than she was scared at the moment, her face hardening and her eyes narrowing to look up at him.

"I believe the correct response to that is: 'Oh, of course, Mr. Hoshigaki, sir. Right away, sir.'" Sakura's mouth fell open, body tensing with indignance, trembling with anger. That smirk was back, full of self-righteousness and arrogance. His head dropped closer to her neck, whispering directly into her ear, "Wanna try that again, princess?"

'CIVILITY BE DAMNED! CRUSH HIS STUPID BASTARD FACE!' Inner Sakura screamed, bouncing around in a furious circle.

Even without her chakra infused strength, the punch she delivered to - and connected with - his jaw was strong enough to almost break it. His head snapped to the side, the large purple mark and swelling already setting in.

Before Sakura could register what was happening, his massive hand was wrapped around her throat and she was slammed into the wall, his body nearly crushing her against falling scrolls and books.

As she sputtered for air, windpipe creaking beneath the pressure, she was certain he wouldn't stop until she was dead.

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Kisame

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His jaw hurt like a motherfucker.

Alright, he could admit that maybe what he had said might have been somewhat uncalled for and sure, maybe he had come across as a bit rude but this little bitch crossed the line when she sucker punched him.

He watched as she squirmed beneath him, nails digging into his hand aggressively, drawing blood from his skin. He could end her right here, right now and normally that would bring him some sort of pleasure. Unfortunately, as he watched the vibrant light starting to leave her wide green eyes, he felt no pleasure at all.

All he felt was slightly sick.

The shark inside had stopped circling and was now staring out viciously, tense and...displeased, looking as if it were readying itself to strike out.

It wasn't her it wanted to strike out at.

His eyes widened and his grip loosened just a second before he felt the paper cover his body and pull him off of the kunoichi, the girl falling into a wheezing, coughing fit onto the floor. His back violently collided with a bookshelf as Konan's paper clung to his skin, chakra suppressing his ability to move momentarily until it fluttered away and reformed on her body.

"That is enough Kisame." Her voice was soft but firm, sounded almost pained. This was the first time she had ever had to use her jutsu on him; surely, what with how much effort Konan put into her comrades, it bothered her to do so.

She moved quickly to the injured girl on the floor, attempting to calm her wheezing and coughing with pats to her back and cradling her closely.

He watched silently, sharp teeth digging into his lip, as a very unwelcome feeling crept into his gut.

It was guilt.

Suddenly he became very angry, growling loudly as he stood, crashing his fist into the bookcase behind him. A flurry of disturbed scrolls and paper in his wake as he stormed out.

He all but ran out of the base and into the cloud filled dawn, rain washing the blood from his mouth away. It couldn't wash away the unrepressed guilt swelling in his belly.

The shark resumed its quiet circling.

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Hours later, when morning had come and gone and the rain had broken, Kisame had made his way back to the building. Clothes torn, bloody and sufficiently exhausted he ascended the steps slowly; he hadn't wanted to go back there. Not when she was there.

Never before in his life - that he could recall anyway - had he ever been so out of control of himself or his emotions. He never did anything based purely on frustration or anger - that he didn't want to do, anyhow.

While he was out and about, effectively throwing himself into unnecessary fights with other wandering shinobi outside of the village, he had come to the conclusion that he had been out of control for those few seconds he'd had the girl by the throat. He tried to chalk it up to the frustration he'd been feeling lately with the way his missions had been going lately - or maybe even Itachi's death if he were feeling generous - but there was definitely something else very wrong.

He'd always been aware of his inner shark's feelings and reactions; he had been bonded to it on a molecular level, after all. He could identify them all - the excitement during a battle, the serenity after and the restlessness of the lack of a fight among others - but it had never reacted the way it had around that Haruno woman. Carefully watching, slowly intent, almost protective; as if it were guarding something.

As if it was guarding her.

During the time that her neck had been pressed in his hand, his inner shark had seemed irritated, eager to lash out. It was different from the excitement it normally drew from every other heated altercation he had been in before. No, this was something else entirely; a barely restrained frustration focused at him rather than his opponent. His chakra had spiked in a weird, almost painful way as if to deter him from his actions. His own body - or something inside of it - wanted to prevent him from harming her.

He entered the building, water dripping onto the smoothed concrete with tiny splats that seemed to echo in the silence. Exhaustion was threatening to drag him down with every step and he briefly wondered when the last time was that he'd slept. He hadn't really slept properly since before the mission to meet with Takamoto. How many days had that been? How many weeks? He couldn't remember.

He didn't even bother to undress or clean the blood - some of it his but more of it not - from his body. As soon as his door shut behind him and his knees made contact with the edge of his bed, he collapsed. As his eyes drifted lazily shut, his mind was flooded with green.

His body was filled with the most delightful sensation and he shuddered as the tightness around his hips became impossibly tighter. His hands settled on something soft and warm; creamy, decadently supple flesh kneaded underneath his fingers.

God, he hadn't even known that skin could be that soft.

Small dainty hands found the back of his neck to pull him down, closer to the pouty pink lips he had been craving since earlier that night. Lightly bruised from before, they sought his out, pressing against his mouth fervently; perfect teeth biting down hard enough to draw blood. A ragged moan was the only response he gave before he spread those beautiful thighs apart even further, thrusting impossibly harder and deeper into her core.

The sounds she made in response - broken, panting, mewling - were a strange symphony that drove him, spurred on everytime a tone broke from her beautiful lips. Without pause he threw one of her legs over his broad shoulder, changing the angle and she cried out in intense pleasure as he tapped on her womb, her hot center becoming suddenly molten and walls tightening around him. Her leg came back down around his hip and she pulled him back down to meet his lips again, delicately darting her tongue in his mouth.

Even her saliva was almost too sweet to handle.

She was so close, he could feel her body beginning to tremble beneath him, nails digging aggressively into his back, moans growing impatient, ready for her release. He wasn't far behind though he seemed more eager to hold onto the feeling than she was.

He pulled his body up perpendicular to hers, hands pressing her thighs down into the bed.

"Oh...that feels so good..." Her voice rasped out as he ground into her, a self-satisfied smirk coming to rest on his lips as his fingers rubbed gently over her most sensitive area. She arched her back in response, coming to her apex in a mixture of gasps and broken screams, tensing around him violently. Her orgasm forced his own, the coiled spring of his release snapping hard and he slammed into her hips harder, spilling himself deep inside of her body.

Their movements stilled but he made no move to separate himself from her, taking a few moments in the post-coital silence to look down at her face, something he hadn't really done while they had been in the act.

Tear-filled green eyes, cloudy with alcohol, gazed up at him for a brief second before she turned her head away, her features changing to something that left a feeling something akin to sickness in his gut. He removed himself from her. Revulsion and disappointment had replaced lust and desire on her features and she turned her entire body away from him.

She didn't look at him again.

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A/N 2: Phew, cranked that out pretty quick. Fortunately, this chapter seemed to flow better. I didn't have nearly as many pauses or frustrating blocks. I think this one made up for a lot of nothing in the last chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed. For reference, that last deliciously smutty segment was, in fact, a dream sequence. Don't forget to review as you do and I'll see you guys with the next update! Thanks for reading!