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So, yeah, I did another ShinoSaku
by request for KuroOkami, and it�s around here somewhere. . . check my author page if you don�t want to
sift around for it.

This, I think, considering my frame of mind, is probably
going to be the last chapter in this. Any
subsequent chapters featuring any of these couples will be done as oneshots and not added on to this in particular. At the moment the only plans I have is for
more GaaSaku or more NaruSaku,
and we�ll see if I get inspired in the next few months. . . maybe. . .

So yeah, it took me a while to come up with an idea for this
pairing. I see it around a lot, so I
figured it would be only fair to try to write one. I mean, I�m trying to keep an open mind,
right? -____- ::sigh::

I think I�ll take my open mind and wallow in the small (very
small) number of GaaSaku and NaruSaku
fics out there.
Yesssss.

Thanks for all your reviews, I do so love them. Remember to ship where your heart leads
you. (Mine seems to lead me to psychotic
or demon possessed boys, so I can�t exactly pass any judgments here.)

Disclaimer: I don�t own Naruto or
any other characters in his wacky world!

NejiSaku - this one was kinda
short, but I just had to post it anyway, it was written all at once. . . so
pardon the mistakes in it. Sorry if this
one isn�t as good. It just had to get
out of my brain.

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Sakura idly wondered how it came to this.

Her body, sweating despite the frigid
winter chill in the room, exposed, with long tendrils of dark hair caressing
her breasts. She arched her back
as he entered her again, a soft hiss of satisfaction followed by a puff of
breath she could see in the air. He
opened his eyes and looked down at her, his hair continuing to sway and tickle
her skin.

If his eyes had been dark, she could have had the illusion
that they smoldered with desire for her, or she could have told herself she saw
a spark of feeling in him when they did this. . . but
all that Sakura encountered was the blank, intimidating Hyuuga
stare. It could have been all iris or all pupil, for all she knew, and she didn�t question
how it worked lest she actually discovered the clan secret and therefore
consign herself to a quick death from the secretive Konoha
clan.

Whatever could Neji be looking at, she wondered, since he could see anything he
wanted to without seeing. Why bore into
her with those pale eyes of his, examining her flushed face and parted lips,
when she had been in this position many times before and he hadn�t seemed
particularly interested in looking.

This was a matter of convenience for them both, after all,
and she wrapped her long legs around him, locking them at the ankle and pulling
him deeper into her to remind him of his task.
That smirk of his lit up his features, making
them sexy in their cocky confidence. He
knew she wanted satisfaction, and from experience he knew he could go as long
as she could, loving it when she was at her most
demanding. Even tired after coming back
from a mission he had never failed her.

He bent his head down as he propped himself up on his elbows
and picked up the pace of his thrusts.
Sakura bit down on her lip hard, she knew they couldn�t make any noise,
but her brain had a hard time convincing her vocal chords. That impossibly silky hair
of his slithered over her body, sticking to particularly sweaty patches, and
just begging for her to put her hands in it. She had earlier, grasping it tightly in both
fists and stifling the moans in her throat when he had teased his tongue over
the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
After a slightly annoyed tug, he had gotten the idea that such a
taunting sensation was not what she was in the mood for.

There would be time for leisure later, tonight was special
because it had been two weeks since Neji had left to
go on a mission with Tenten and Lee, and that was
longer than the two of them had been apart since their trysts began in earnest
six months ago. He wanted to make up for
lost time, it seemed, unwilling to be on the receiving end of the pleasure and
entirely devoted to making Sakura squirm and writhe beneath him. The way that every action seemed to be
deliberate made her think that he had been thinking about her, planning exactly
what he was going to do to her when he got back.

That, that thought, unlike his eyes
or his few words, were what made Sakura�s body tingle tonight with something
beyond just the lust that had gravitated her to the Hyuuga
genius half a year ago. That he missed
her, even in this small way, made her feel special to him. For that feeling she would bite through her
lip rather than let his clan hear even a peep of sound from his rooms.

It was supposed to just be for their mutual convenience.

It would only be her own fault if she got hurt in all this.

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*

It was the middle of summer, and Sakura wished she were
anywhere but in a stuffy room looking at scrolls with a few other medic-nin students. Among
them, the only one Sakura wanted to get the attention of was Hinata. The girl had
been in particularly poor spirits recently, with Naruto
having been turned down by her father as a potential suitor.
. . for the fifth time. The boy was persistent, Sakura had to give him that. He was also banned from speaking to Hinata in any way, and had a restraining order slapped on
him not to even come within a hundred feet of her.

But no one ever said that Sakura couldn�t talk to Hinata, and so she was trying to find the least obvious way
to do that. The romance of the situation
appealed to her, and she was willing to do just about everything for her loud
blond friend. He was like a brother to
her, and if Hinata was what he wanted second only to
his desire to be Hokage, then Sakura would play the
part of go-between for them.

Ripping off an end to the scroll in the reading room, as all
the ninjas prepared for yet another grueling test of their skills, Sakura
scribbled a note and made an impeccable shot to get it to land right in front
of Hinata.
Suddenly, the wide eyed Hyuuga heir looked up
and picked at the paper in wonder, twisting her head about to try to locate its
source. Sakura gave a small wave and the
other girl�s brow knit in confusion.

Finally, after reading the note, she nodded and held up
three fingers. Sakura nodded back. A meeting at three o�clock would be fine with
her. She knew this material by heart
already, as dedicated as she was to always improving her knowledge, and in fact
she didn�t have any more tests that the Godaime could
throw at her besides field tests.
Missions had become sparser for Sakura once more medic-nins had been trained.

�Out front.� Sakura mouthed, and Hinata nodded. With
nothing else left to say, Sakura used the rest of her time to study the seal
order of a particularly long illusionary technique. Anything to buy time to
heal people on the battlefield.

Three o�clock came faster than she expected, and Hinata was waiting for her out front, having finished her
own studying previously. The sun beat
down on them and Sakura suggested that they walk and talk, just to get some air
moving over their bodies.

�A certain loud idiot said to tell me he loves you and he�s
working on things. Also
that you�re not to worry.� Sakura
rubbed sweaty palms on her short skirt and tried to think of cool things, like
ice cream and snow. It didn�t make it
any less like an oven out today.

�Does. . . does, he have a plan?�

Sakura looked at Hinata, her hands
folded together in worry, and decided honesty was the best policy. �Knowing Naruto?
No. But he�ll probably come up
with something at the last minute anyway.�

�Y-yes.� Hinata had a
mixture of unsure emotions flitting across her face, and she looked kindly up
at Sakura. �Please, come over and have a
cool drink. You can tell me how he�s
doing. It�s been a while since. . . the restraining order.�

It was a hot day. . . and what
could it hurt? The more familiar she
seemed to be with Hinata, the less suspicion she
would be under when she was relaying message between them. �Thank you, I think I�ll take you up on
that.�

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*

Sakura wished she had kept her mouth shut when she got to
the Hyuuga compound.
It was vast to say the least, and she was sauntering on into this place
where the strongest clan in Konoha resided with its
heir by her side. She didn�t feel a
sense of importance so much as being incredibly outnumbered. As another skilled hand to hand fighter,
Sakura saw the Hyuuga power and its ability to shut
her down, as a major threat.

Good thing they�re on
our side. Her mind tried to reassure
her. It mildly worked to soothe her edgy
feelings.

Hinata led them through and a few
people greeted her formally as they went to what Sakura had to assume were Hinata�s private quarters.
It put Sakura�s tiny apartment to shame, certainly, but she didn�t feel
envious of the space that the other girl enjoyed. Hinata had space,
but Sakura had freedom. No clan relied
on Sakura to lead them to a strong and prosperous future. How would this fragile girl fare when she had
to be the one to take over? It was a
question for another time.

�I�ll be right back.
There should be something I can find for us in the kitchens.� Hinata was flushed
from the heat and the pleasure of actually having company that wasn�t going to
be thrown out by her overprotective family.
The star pupil of the Hokage was welcome most
places, and Sakura was glad for that small bit of prestige.

Once Hinata left, Sakura picked up
the sounds of grunts and the distinctive smack of metal against wood. Someone was training. Curious, Sakura opened up the sliding door
that led to the courtyard area in this part of the Hyuuga
compound and had to catch her breath and force her heart beat to slow down at
the sight.

Neji, practicing various moves and
techniques, was shirtless and glistening in the late afternoon heat. The medic in her wanted to stop him and
admonish him for exerting himself in the hottest time of the day when he might
easily become dehydrated. The rest of
her was telling that medic part to shut the hell up and continue staring at him. . . but that closing her mouth might be a good idea.

When had he started to look that. .
. that. . . sexy? The base portion of her mind supplied.

Shush you, she scolded.
He�s. . . not for me. He�s not for anyone. Just another emotionally stunted genius with
a beautiful face and a beautiful chest and a beautiful behin. . . ARGH!

In this heat she couldn�t keep her thoughts separated
enough. Didn�t Hinata
have a fan somewhere in here? A quick
scan of the room behind her told her no and she gladly turned back to, well, oogle Neji when she was
confronted with unforgiving blank eyes.
She had been spotted and he was walking this way.

Shirtless! Her brain piped up without asking.

�What are you doing here?
Is there something wrong with Hinata?� Naturally, seeing a medic nin where no medic nin
should be forced Neji to come to the worst conclusion.

Sakura forced her mouth to work even if her brain was trying
to desert her with Neji this close and practically
glistening. He looked good enough to
eat. She stopped that thought before it
got much further. �This is a purely
social visit.�

�I see.� He continued
to stare at her, and Sakura shifted under his gaze. She was already too warm as it was and this
wasn�t helping.

�That means you can go back to your training, though you
should really wait until it cools down to. . .�

�I don�t need your advice.�
He interrupted her and narrowed his eyes.

The challenge to her authority riled her up, pushing past
her attraction and straight to that tight core of anger she always had waiting
just below the surface. �Who�s the medic
here? I say you need to rest, so you�re
going to damn well rest if I have to make you!�

�You should listen to Sakura, she
is the strongest medic in the village besides Tsunade.� Hinata had entered, a smile on her face lighting up her features when
she saw Neji.
Ever since Neji had reconciled himself with
his past, their relationship had become more cordial, although it wasn�t
exactly warm on his side. At least Hinata was no longer afraid of him.

�If you say so.� Neji said, bowing
to Hinata�s suggestion as if it had been an
order. Maybe it was an order and Sakura
just didn�t understand the dynamic of the Hyuuga
clan.

Hinata looked pleased and with a
nod turned back after setting down a tray.
�I�ll go get another glass.�
Sakura wanted to stop her, but she had no other reason than �don�t leave
me alone with your attractive cousin because I might jump on him!� That didn�t seem like a good reason to give
with his irritated feelings coming off of him in waves
right behind her.

�Get out of the way, I need to come inside, apparently.� Neji didn�t look
happy.

�It�s for the best.
Your body will thank you.� She
tried to shove aside her own feelings of irritation and not rise to the
occasion against him. A battle was not
what she came for.

Neji sat down, the sweat on his body
already drying now that he was shaded indoors.
�You should stay out of our business.�

�Pardon?�

�Whatever it is you�re planning to do for that Uzumaki. . . it�s just going to
hurt Hinata.
It�s useless.�

Sakura didn�t like his tone.
She didn�t like his words either, but his tone jolted right to her baser
instincts to fight. . . and something else. �You of all people should know that we create
our own futures.�

�You presume to lecture me about fate?� He looked amused by this. �I thought you were supposed to be
intelligent.�

�And I thought you were supposed to be less of a jerk.�

He stood and stalked over to where she still leaned against
the wall by the door and towered over her to intimidate her. She stared back at him defiantly. �I could break you. Get out of here before you make things more
complicated around here than they already are.�

�I don�t respond well to threats.�

�It�s a promise.� His
breathing changed suddenly and his eyebrows twitched down. �. . . not a threat.�

Sakura�s whole body felt charged as her emotions flickered
between anger and desire. Neji was unreadable, but he hadn�t backed away and in fact
leaned forward a fraction before he swayed back and made a frustrated grunt
under his breath. Despite the heat,
Sakura shivered.

Hinata entered the room before
Sakura had collected her wits enough to form a response. The three of them made strained conversation
until Sakura gave an excuse and left before Hinata
could get any more information from her.
Neji wasn�t about to leave them alone that
day.

Or the next day she came.

Or the next.

Sakura was getting apprehensive about these meetings. Every time Hinata
left to get refreshments, Neji would try to convince
Sakura to give up. He hadn�t come as
close to her as he had that first time, but there was some feeling there,
something that made them pant a little when they spoke animatedly to one
another.

On the fourth day, Hinata met
Sakura almost secretly but Neji managed to barge in
on them an hour after they began to talk and dragged Sakura away by an arm
before Hinata could stop him. He sternly told Hinata
to wait while he had a chat with the pink haired kunoichi,
and Sakura told the shy girl things would be fine. She wished she had been as sure of that as
she seemed to be.

He dragged her to an empty room nearby, the heat of the day
around them in waves, and pushed her against a wall, one hand on her shoulder
with his mouth poised to begin a lecture on knowing her place.

But instead of pouring out familiar and repugnant words,
those lips of his crushed down on hers, and Sakura was lost, her hands already
slipping under his shirt. The need
between them had become too great, and in a tangled, angry heap they had had
sex for the first time. Being angry had
almost made it better, Sakura thought after it was over, because his
forcefulness drove her over the edge so quickly. He had clutched at her, his fingers digging
into her muscles, and his mouth working over her skin salty with sweat.

After it was over they didn�t say anything to one another,
the simply dressed and parted ways.
Sakura went back to talk to Hinata, and they
had finished speaking to one another even though Sakura�s mind was no longer on
Hinata and Naruto�s
problems. She had her own issue now to
deal with.

The visits with Hinata didn�t
stop, and neither did the sex with Neji. They rarely spoke to one another
afterwards. It was when the mess with Hinata and Naruto finally did get
cleared up. . . by their elopement. . . that Neji and
Sakura had to take other measures to satisfy their need for one another that
their bodies hadn�t been able to extinguish yet despite the wishes of either
party.

Sakura would sneak into the compound at least one night in
three, since Neji�s presence would be missed if he had
left to go to her apartment. They had
set the ground rules fast enough. No
noise, little to no talking, and no accountability. What they did and said in one another�s
presence stayed between them. Sakura was
pretty sure no one knew, and those who suspected knew better than to let on
that they did in front of the Hyuuga genius in
particular.

Months of this made them familiar and comfortable with one
another�s bodies, but Sakura always wondered at him, a little. The hard planes of his
body, the harsh expression on his face that only relieved itself when he was
giving or receiving pleasure, and always those almost disturbing eyes, they
were all things that were emblazoned into her mind and the memory of her
fingers.

He wasn�t a selfish lover.
That surprised her at first. He
loved to watch her when she was moving against him, and particularly loved that
one time when she touched herself for him to show him what she liked. Neji had
practically leapt on her that time, all sleek muscles and feline grace. He was beautiful, but Sakura couldn�t really
say that Neji was hers.

She had only come close to breaking things off once, in the
middle of November, when he had been lying next to her with his arm wrapped
around her middle and said in a flat voice that she shouldn�t expect this to go
anywhere. His bride would be chosen someday
from among the distant Hyuuga relations, someone to
strengthen their bloodline, and then this would have to end. Sakura had angrily got up and only habit kept
her from yelling at him.

�I know it�s just sex.
You didn�t have to be an ass about it like that.�

She had fumed and spat and thought seriously about telling Ino about her liaison with Neji Hyuuga just so she could have someone to complain to about
what a jerk he was. Naruto
was still in newlywed bliss and wouldn�t have understood at all,
in fact he would have been more likely to attack Neji
for daring to use his Sakura like that. Nevermind the
fact that she was using Neji too.

Once she had calmed down, she realized that that�s what
upset her the most. It wasn�t a relationship, it was, as she had said �just sex�. And yet it wasn�t. They had intimate moments that tugged at her
heartstrings. Sometimes Neji would mention something about his past, or a vague
uncertainty about how a mission went. It
was rare, a once a month kind of thing, but they had happened. It had been the day after one of those
telling moments of emotional exposure that he had said what he said about his
future wife. He didn�t want her to get
the wrong idea. . . to get attached.

But it wasn�t Sakura who broke the stony barrier of anger
that lasted a week between them. Neji came to her apartment with, well, not an apology, but
certainly with a sense of remorse and an early Christmas present. The scroll was expensive, uncommon, and
explained a technique for obscuring yourself in your surroundings that would
make sneaking around easier in the dense forests around Konoha. It was a good gift, and they ate dinner
together that night in her apartment. They didn�t have sex until the next morning,
early, before he left to sneak back to his rooms in the Hyuuga
compound. It had been oddly comforting
to sleep, just sleep, with him for almost a whole night. Not that she would let him know that.

*
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Here it was, January, and it seemed like her heart was
growing as cold as the weather. Their
bodies were sliding against one another, his filling her with that delicious
friction that made her ache with pleasure.
Neji�s elbows were shaking, and he slowed down
a little as he eased himself down to press his chest against hers. His tongue swept over her neck, then his teeth nipped at the taut muscle.

She surged up to meet him, needy, close to completion, and
said his name on an indrawn breath. It
sounded broken, a gasp more than a word, but he heard it and gave an answering
moan as he pushed into her again and felt her climax around him. Only after he was sure of her satisfaction
did he allow himself a last sure thrust into her sensitive opening to finish himself
off. She held him until he stopped
shuddering on top of her, and she tried to run her hands over his back in a
reassuring manner, lightly skipping her blunt nails over those sleek back
muscles.

Sakura often found it strange that he more often took the
time to look her over, to feel her body carefully, after they had
finished. Again this time, when he
rolled to the side, she felt the blankets be pulled around them and his hands
making a trail over her body. Over her
nipples, peaks that rose to his light caress, down her stomach and past her
curls to her thighs and then back up over her hips only to jump to her hands
and arms. Across her
collarbone, stopping to swirl down to her clavicle and then up to her chin,
over her lips. He held her chin
and gave her a soft kiss before lying back down beside her.

She tried not to tremble.
This was the worst part, when he was doing these intimate things as if
he cared for her. Convenience. She reminded herself, as if the word would
provide her any comfort or make her feel less attached.

�I missed you.� He
said, almost haltingly, as if he regretted the words as soon as he said
them. Sakura�s body had frozen at his
confession. She wasn�t sure if she
should answer and instead wrapped her arms around his body. He grunted, pulling her in even closer, those
wiry arms of his stronger than anyone would suspect. His hair was everywhere around them, and
Sakura blew at it gently with a lingering smile on her face.

Their peace, her sleepy moment of heaven, was broken when
she looked at the clock by his bed. She
hated those numbers, wished they could turn back the clock another hour or two
and give her time to bask in a stolen moment of emotional and physical
fulfillment.

�Where are you going?� he asked gruffly, using that tone he
knew she hated being addressed with.

�Look at the time.�

She struggled up, but he continued to hold her down. �I�ve seen it.� He hadn�t even so much as turned his head
away from her. �Stay.� He commanded, but more gently.

�What about. . .?�

�Later. Right now I�m
too tired to think about it. Sleep.� The
preemptory tone, that haughty security in his own actions, those half closed
eyes she found so unreadable.

It was a good thing he didn�t say anything else because if
that catch in the back of her throat was any indication, she might have started
to tear up a little. Not much, but he
was observant and his blind spot was behind him, after all, not in front.

He had never asked her to stay before. It was tantamount to telling everyone about
them when she left the next morning. The
trouble it would cause should have worried her, but she trusted Neji. Even if it
wasn�t wise, and even if she was putting her reputation on the line, she
trusted him. The problems couldn�t be
that insurmountable to date a Hyuuga. Naruto had already
succeeded, after all.

As Neji pulled Sakura into him,
warming her with his still nude body, Sakura thought that maybe it wasn�t such
a bad thing that she cared for this man.
Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.
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