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It Never Works	By : r0ck3rb4b3 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He was a little more prepared the next time they had sex, but only a little. He found her sitting on his bed when he got out of his shower only a towel separating him from her eyes. His hair was still wet and stuck to his forehead, water dripping down his chin. She was smirking at him. "Breaking and entering?" He hoped she could hear the annoyance in his voice. He had hoped to go to sleep after his shower. Guess again, he thought. "Really, Ugly?"

She pouted at him, annoying him more. "It's not like I broke anything, or stole something."
"Why are you here?" he asked, moving to his dresser. He heard her stand and felt her come to rest behind him, her arms snaking around his still-wet body.
"Do I need a reason?" She asked, her hot breath on the cool skin caused Goosebumps to rise on hi muscular back.
"Yes. You do not live her," he told her, digging through his drawer and practically slamming it after extracting a pair of loose, black sweats. He turned and shrugged her off, moving across the room, he had is sweats on and was using his towel to dry his hair before she could look at him again; being a ninja had its perks. When she did turn to him, she frowned. "And it had better be a damn good reason since you felt the need to break into my house."

"I just thought you would like some company after the day you had." He grunted in response. Of course, she would have heard about it. His day had begun with Naruto waking him up, pounding on his door, yelling that The Fifth wanted to see them. When they got there, all Lady Tsunade had done was yell at them about their expense report. It was not his fault Naruto had insisted that they stop at EVERY ramen stand on the way there and back.

"You are given a budget for a reason, idiots."
Then during training, Yamato accidentally threw him into a tree so hard he'd dislocated his shoulder. While receiving medical treatment, a new Medic-Nin apprentice gave him a medication that he was allergic to. How the insolent brat had missed it on his chart he didn't know, but she'd been reprimanded by the higher ups. To top his day off, while he was waiting to be released Ino had brought him dinner. She tripped and his soup ended up in is lap. Needless to say, it had been one of those days. He was exhausted.

"What kind of company?" He asked, discarding his towel, and crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at her. She smirked again and it was really starting to piss him off. She didn't say anything, but crossed to him and lead him, by his arm, to his bed. She prompted that she wanted him to sit down, so he obliged.

She stood back from him a few feet and began to sway her hips to non-existent music, rubbing her hands up and down her body. She looked different, he decided. Some thing was off, and soon was her shirt. That's when he figured out why she looked odd to him. She was wearing a pale yellow lace bra, with a rose in between her mounds. He glared at the material.

"That's called false advertising, ugly, "he growled at her. She tilted her head in confusion. "That thing you're wearing; it makes you appear larger than you are."
She blushed, looking down at the manifestation of a lie, “I know, that's why I bought it." She didn't elaborate further, and he didn't say anymore, as she'd started to remover the medic apron. Went she stood up right again, he thought he was seeing things. For some reason, her short appeared nearly see through, which he didn't understand until she took them off. She was wearing matching pale yellow oddly cut, not quite shorts but not really panties with a rose in the center, in line with her bellybutton. All in all, they were...cute. He smirked at her. "What? Didn't feel like going commando again?"
She smirked back at him, placing a knee on either side of his legs, sitting herself on his lap. "Just thought, I'd make you work for it tonight." She guided his hands to her body. Without further prompting, he began running his hands over her smooth skin, grazing her sides with his fingertips. It was as soft as he remembered it to be.

"What is it you want from me, Sakura?" he asked, millimeters from her lips, eyeing her closely.

"I want you to fuck me," she said huskily against his mouth, "with no labels and no expectations. Just sex."

That wasn't unreasonable, he decided. So he closed the distance between them with a searing kiss. Her lips were warm and soft. Her mouth was hot and silky. Her hand wove themselves in his damp, raven locks. His hands where on her hips, holding her to him. After a few minutes of heated kissing, Sakura rolled her hips into him, causing them both to groan. She did it over and over, again and again. Eroding what little self-control he still had. Part of him wanted to rip her panties off and pound into her with very ounce of frustration he had, until she begged for more. But he didn't.

Instead he used his dexterous hands to unclasp her bra, and release her luscious breast to him. Remembering what she liked from their first coupling, he released her mouth, rolling the straps down with his fingers , placing hot open-mouthed kisses on her collar, neck and arms as he did, throwing the offending material to join the rest of her clothes. He took her left breast in his hand, and began to lick her right. This caused her to start groaning and grinding her hot center against his hardening member. That made him smirk, and he decided where to go from there.

He picked her up and lay her on her back, near the foot of his bed. He kissed her again then made his way down her body. He kissed and licked her everywhere. He paused over her breasts and licked one of her stiff nipples before sucking it into his mouth then biting down softly. She moaned, throwing her head back, bucking her hips, and muttering curse words at him. He repeated his action on the other nipple then continued his way along her skin, kissing, licking, and sucking at the soft flesh. When he reached her hip, he bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that she'd have a good sized bruise. She cried out in pain or pleasure he wasn't sure, he didn't really care at that point; then he soothed the abrasion by sucking on it, making her purr again. He'd almost forgotten what that sound did to him the last time. He continued his route and stopped at the top of her panties and ran his tongue just under the waist band. She bucked to meet him, causing him to give a cocky look at her, but her eyes were closed tightly.

To her dismay, he didn't continue there, or remove her flimsy underwear. Instead, he moved off of the bed and kneeled between her knees. He hear her breath hitch in, what he choose to believe was anticipation. He ran his tongue over her, through her panties, causing her to mew at him. He did it again, pressing harder. She groaned, griping his still damp hair, sighing his name. Smirking he did it over and over; soon she was pushing his head into her crotch, subtly hinting that she wanted more. She eventually, released his hair and he continued. He was growing tired of how rough the lacy of her panties felt against his tongue. He hooked the fore finger of his left hand in the right side of the crotch of her wet panties and tugged them aside. Revealing the answer to a thought he had the last time they'd had sex; she always groomed herself practically bare, at least before sex.

He stuck out his tongue and licked her, from slit to clit and back again. Her hand immediately shot, once more, to the back of his head as she threw her head back. It was gratifying to have her say his name in pleasure rather than annoyance for once. She didn't taste like anything in particular, which he found odd considering that every description about the flavor was along the lines of ambrosia. She just tasted warm, and wet. It wasn't unpleasant, but not what he had expected, having had no prior experience in that area. Using the hand not keeping her uncovered, he parted her outer lips and licked her pink pearl, in long, slow swipes. When she pulled his hair, he switched to using short, fast swipes before sucking the bud into his mouth and releasing it with an audible pop before repeating his process twice more. Then, while using his thumb to stimulate her little jewel, he began to penetrate her with his tongue.

"Shit," she exclaimed, bucking her hips. "Uh, Kami! Yes, oh, yes."

He grinned, as much as he could with his tongue buried in her tight hole. He drove his tongue into her, twisting and turning, and flicking as much as he could. She writhed and bucked, and pushed his head into her; at one point he thought he might suffocate. Not a bad way to die, he thought, but what would she explain his death to their superiors? Not five minutes after he started, he felt her muscles clamp down around his tongue and she threw her head into the bed, back arching away phone it , in what he perceived ecstasy to looked like. Wasting no time, he jerked his pants down and yanked her panties off, entering he still seizing passage, causing her head to roll to one side.

She offered no resistance as he thrust into her with an increasing velocity and depth, taking his bad day out on her. He didn't hit her, or rough her up, but he was sure she'd be a little sore. From the sounds she was making, she didn't mind. It was no time at all before she was shouting her release again, and he again stopped to switch positions. Instead of giving her an option, he pushed (though when she recounted later in life, she'd say 'forced') her to her knees. She moaned when he entered her from behind, and he bit back a groan. She was right, he needed her company after the horrible day he'd endured. She was muttering nonsense into his comforter, all he could really make out was "fuck," "feels good," and "harder." He'd barely begun, when her insides clenched around him once more, sending him over his edge too.

She collapsed, face first, on to his bed and he sat back on the floor, pants still around his ankles, looking for the towel he'd discarded earlier. She spotted it first, and despite her legs looking like they were made of jelly, she got up and got it without saying a word. After cleaning herself off and handing him the towel, she gathered her clothes and went into his bathroom. He righted himself and sat on the edge of the bed, and she found him there when she returned, just staring into space.

"SO," she said, "I'm going to be out of the village on a mission for a few weeks." He said nothing. "Can I see you when I get back?"

He was silent for a while before nodding the affirmative. She nodded back, not that he was looking, and left without another word. Sai lay back on his bed, looking at the ceiling, but suddenly, he decided he needed another shower. HE stood and returned to his bathroom, turning on the water. Once naked, under the hot spray of his fixture, He thought back to the morning after their first encounter, and what he'd read in that book from the library. It told him everything and nothing. It told him what it was they'd become. It told him what could become of it later on. What it failed to tell him was why.

He guessed it was because he was the obvious candidate for an emotionless sexual relationship from his time in ROOT. From what he knew of these 'relationships,' someone almost always got hurt. He hoped that it would not be him.

He dried off and put his sweats back on, probing his apartment for chakra other than his own before exiting the room. Finding none, he sighed in relief. No more surprise visits from horny kunochi. Last thing I need right now, he thought. His bed was warm and soft and, thankfully, didn't smell like Sakura. He lay awake a little longer, wondering if it was a good idea to allow this relationship to continue. He didn't mind the sex but really didn't want to deal with any emotional fall out, should it go badly between them. In theory, he thought, this kind of thing should work with Ninja, but she's too emotional for her own good, and with the amount of time I spend around her. I would not be surprised if I were the one who ended up wanting more from this. Hopefully, not he thought, ignoring the images of emotionally stunted, pink haired, black eye children with horrible tempers, and went to sleep
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