Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dispar ❯ Because You're My Girl ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 3 Because You're My Girl

Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine. If it were the Akatsuki would have more surviving members, Sasuke would know the truth before it was too late, and Sakura would get more airtime.

A nice long chapters for you guys to make up for the wait! I hope you like it!

Thank you all of you who reviewed, you really gave me the desire to make this more than a two-shot and into a story.
Now I'm going to let one of our favorite Akatsuki and kunoichi lead the way as they discover the ups and downs of forbidden relationships.

Sorry for typos and spelling errors. My microsoft word doesn't work properly for some reason and the site's spell check yeilds odd characters in the middle of the writing. If you find and error and warn me of it and its placement, I will make sure to edit.

Warning: The same warning applies as for the previous two chapters. This will be a fic filled with lots of lemonade made traditionally. I won't write in lemon and lime warnings since it takes away from the mood. So remember if you are offended I am not to be held accountable, I have given you warning.

Read at your own discretion.


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Stupid Tobi! Dediara groused to himself as he flew high over the mountain tops, his clay mount soaring near the clouds. Wind whipped his bangs into his face and he spit a few stray hairs out angrily. It was all his fault. The damned idiot ditched him for Pein. Deidara's eyes narrowed. As if that wasn't suspicious. Why would innocent, oblivious little Tobi need to spend so much time with Leader-sama? No, something was definately up, especially with that sudden deep voice Tobi had exhibited precious few times. What was with that?!? Everyone thought him obtuse, but he was a missing nin and one of the strongest damn shinobi out there. There was no way he could have survived abandoning stone if he wasn't anything less than brilliant! The blond scowled, he was digressing. It was all Tobi's fault!

Because of the orange-masked nin's sudden attachment to their overly pierced leader he, his partner was made to suffer simple retrieval missions and assasinations. Did he look like he was a fucking assasination guy? Yeah, sure he liked to destroy things and killing was a type of destruction, but that was for art. This! This was a waste of time. Yes, Deidara could do silent and stealthy, but did he enjoy it? Hell no! What fun was there in slitting some self-absorbed diplomat's throat or posioning a dishonest merchant's tea? Really, they couldn't even fight back! The blond's hands balled into fists. He wanted his art! He wanted to blow something up and see all those sudden bursts of color as a building collapsed into itself and the dancing rise of smoke! This was a waste of his skill. Yes, damn Tobi. Damn Akatsuki policy. Two person teams was all good and fine, but they weren't necessary. He could still complete missions alone, he didn't have to be sent on these type of missions. These type of missions were better suited to the Uchiha. If possible, he scowled deeper, fire burning in his one visible eye. Uchiha, he thought hatefully. He wasn't even going to get started on that.

This last mission was a disgrace. He had to cater to some annoying chick with freaking orange hair and almost whore himself out just so that he could get into the stupid lord's castle. Then he had to act buddy-buddy with said annoying chick and listen to her go on and on about nothing-probably enjoying the sound of her own voice- before he finally gained enough of the hime-wannabe's trust to steal her daddy's scroll. It was probably a good thing she thought he was gay (which he definately was not!). He didn't want to touch that disgusting debutante. Why couldn't she be more like Sakura, actually intellegent and- dare he say it?- funny. Now that was a woman. She wouldn't have chattered his ears off while flaunting her body at every male nearby. She also would never have believed him when he said he wore gloves because air burned his palms. Deidara rolled his eyes. Idiot! He thought red-heads were supposed to be smart! Obviously not.

Sticking one hand into his pouch he fingered the thick wad of bills stashed there. Now he had to find Kakuzu. Stingy bastard couldn't even come meet him halfway. No he, Dediara, had to fly over seven miles across grass to finally meet the bastard. He better get a bonus for this. Babysitting air-heads was definately not in his job description. The wind blew strong, gold strains whipping behind him like glowing ribbons in the morning light as he continued to soar. The terrain was changing. He was getting closer. A half hour, maybe a little more and he'd be at the second base. Hopefully Hidan wouldn't be there. He couldn't stand that white-haired freak. It was always Jashin this and Jashin that. As though he cared that not praying everyday was sinful and his art was displeasing in Jashin's eyes. The masochistic asshole killed people for his god, and he was calling him a sinner? Deidara snorted. No, he was not in the mood to deal with Hidan. Tall trees came into sight their greenery catching his eye. He was here. Shaking his head to clear his mind, Deidara prepared for landing.

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Seated quietly, Deidara tried his best to concentrate on anything but the person before him. Blue orbs focused on the walls. They were a pale gray. It looked like stone. In fact, he was pretty sure it was stone. He couldn't imagine the stingy shinobi before him actually spending money on paint to liven up his room. His eyes continued to roam. A small desk. Looked like pine. He was surprised it wasn't broken yet. Standing lamp in the corner. A bookshelf half filled with books-records and other financial information no doubt. A black drawer in the corner, standing by itself and a shoji screen seperating the other part of the room. Simple. Really simple. Deidara bit the inside of his cheek. This couldn't be more tedious. He could feel himself growing somolent. When is he going to finishing his fucking counting?!?

"Hyakuman-san-hyaku-kyuu-juu. Hyakuman-san-hyaku-kyuu-juu-ichi.Hyaukuman-san-hyaku-kyuu-juu-ni." Kakuzu's gravely voice counted. Piercing laser-green eyes glared at the blond. "Is this all?" He questioned, voice venomous.

Repressing a snarl, Deidara simply flicked his bangs to cover more of his face and turned his head away. "Hai," he bit out. He hated working with Kakuzu. The crazy freak was the perfect compliment to Hidan. As sadistic as the other shinobi was masochistic, Kakuzu's explosive temper often resulted in the death of a great many people, and neither friend nor foe could escape its head. It was a good thing Hidan was near immortal, though Deidara had to admit, he got a kick out of occassionally seeing Hidan's disembodied head nailed to the wall with kunai and screaming profanities. It would be hilarious even- if it weren't so creepy.

The stitched up nin's eye narrowed. "Cheap bastards," he growled, his hands thumbing the cash near reverently. "That job should have been worth more. But this will do." Before the blond could blink the bills were gone, hidden in some place only Kakuzu knew. Murderous asshole must sleep with all those notes, holding them close to his undead body. Deidara shivered at the thought, utterly disgusted. Wierdos. Akatsuki was filled with too many wierdos. He hated to say it but aside from Leader-sama, he and the Uchiha were the most normal of the group. Hell, Kisame was a blue shark! What was that? The clay-user sighed inwardly. Okay, maybe he was being a little harsh, but this was just getting on his nerves. Boring missions and now Kakuzu's damned stalling, having to count every note of cash individually and not letting him leave until it was done! It was grating on his all too sensative nerves. He had to meet with his girl (at least he would like to think of her as his girl-he would have to see for sure) soon and instead of already being there preparing everything for situations both good and bad he had to listen to this dumbass gripe. He really hated Kazuku. Forget Itachi. Kazuku had him beat for the moment.

Fighting to keep his tone polite Deidara turned his attention back to Kakuzu. "Are we done?"

The shinobi threw him a bone-chilling glare. "Yes," he sneered."Now leave."

Rude asshole, Deidara thought to himself- no wonder Hidan cursed all the time. "Arigatou," he stated through gritted teeth as he stood from his seat on a dark blue cushion. Wiping away imaginary debris, the blond turned away slowly and began to walk out. If he did anything impolite he'd be lucky to have his head, and he was all too happy to see the gray, sparsely decorated room Kakuzu favored disappearing behind him as he climbed up the stone stairs of the base. Soon the base was behind him, a solemn mountain in the distance as he flew away. At least Hidan wasn't there this time. The Akatsuki shivered. But what he was doing wasn't any better, his mind remarked. The red-eyed nin's crazy sacrifices really wierded him out. He almost wished Hidan had been there to bother him. Almost.



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It was official. He was going into withdrawl. It had been weeks since he blew anything up and he swore his hands were twitching, the hand-mouth's tongues licking thin lips over and over again. It sucked it really did. He felt himself growing angrier and more violent every minute. There wasn't even that annoying Tobi for him to throw around. It sucked big time. What made it worse though? He was horny. Hopelessly utterly horny and it only seemed to get worse as he waited in the small room at an inn. The waiting made it worse. He hated the waiting. Sasori-danna seemed to be right for once.

It wasn't an abnormal feeling-not by a long shot. He was after all a young, hormonal male with his own needs. It's just that those needs never really bothered him much before. Maybe it was because he didn't really have a partner in a long time? Maybe it was because he never had a partner that actually accepted all of his physical quirks? Contrary to popular belief, having mouths on his hands, while endlessly useful, was a turn off for most women and he just had way to much pride to even touch a prostitute. It was a possibility.

He gritted his teeth, hands playing with a ball of clay. Chew. Turn it into a small animal. Spit out. Explode. Repeat process. It would have been somewhat soothing if he weren't so tense. The hoax of a mission he was on before, his lack of artistic expression, his persistent desire for sex. All of it and more just combined seeming to make him more and more agitated. Damn. If she didn't show he didn't know what he'd do. Maybe blow up a mountain or two? His eyes shone with a fierce gleam as he thought about it. A C2 would probably do it. Placed at strategic intervals on the rocky surface, then boom! The whole thing would shatter, rumbling, falling into itself as bits of sharpenel and stone flew threw the air and bursts of smoke rose up from the area. It would groan then the whole thing would fall into a series of crashes, breaking whatever the bombs didn't until all that was left was a massive pile of rubble. Glorious.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Damn it. He shouldn't think of that. It only made it worse. He bit his tongue, sandaled feet tapping hurriedly against the floor. That soon grew boring. He bounced then, jumping on the bed like a kid. Then searched through all the drawers in the room. Tested all the taps. Contemplated throwing kunai at the wall. Yes. Deidara of the Akatsuki, missing nin from stone, and S-class criminal was bored.

Perhaps it was time to do something about it.

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Trees whipped by. Emerald blurring by in the dying sun as strong muscles propelled a lithe body forward. Birds chirped, their chorus of song slowing as they began settling in for the night. Soon the night creatures would awaken and take their place, low hoots and chirping crickets creating their own solemn serenade to a luminous moon. Piercing seafoam green eyes looked out into the distance, filled with a primal joy. This was what she lived for. Her feet moving swiftly, legs tensing and pounching from branch to branch, darkness caressing her features and cloaking her, movements soundless. This was what it meant to be a shinobi, to be a hunter. Anticipation flooded through her viens, adrenaline pumping and causing her eyes to light, pupils wide. Unbidden a smile crept upon her lips.

This night, it reminded herself so much of the jounin exam she had taken shortly after her encounter with Deidara. The exam she had found out only recently that she had passed. Her brows furrowed in irritation as she recalled the just the reason why it took her so long to gain her new status. According to elders her scores had to be reassessed due to some error. She scoffed inwardly. Error my ass. What they were really doing was subtly insulting the Hokage by implying that she had let her apprentice cheat, earning her not only high scores on the jounin exam (which was really just a set of sudden battles during a three day period), but also on the ANBU admission's test she had taken at Kakashi's assurance that yes, she did have enough potential for it. Tsunade had a fit with that, screaming about meddling old coots and their immature ploys for revenge. The elders did, afterall, take every opportunity to undermine the Hokage, and Tsunade in turn, took every opportunity to upsurp their authority. Senile old bats, she thought, before shaking the memory away. This wasn't the time for reminiscing. Looking at the sky, she grit her teeth. Shimatta!

Faster. She had to move faster. She had passed a short while ago and now the sun was just barely hanging in the sky, gold rays setting the horizon a brillant red as night chased on its heels. Three miles north. What was there? Despite being just on the border of fire she didn't know, having never stopped in the area previously. Not for the first time it occured to her that this might be a trap. The thought sent her stomach turning uncomfortably. She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't, some instinctive part of her just telling her it wasn't a trap-that it couldn't be because Deidara wasn't like that. Her inner was far more skeptical. They were shinobi. Their very purpose was to decieve and skulk, doing anything to make sure their missons were completed. The thought left a sour taste in her mouth. They were weapons yes, but they were also undeniably human. They felt, they dreamed, they thought, and even the most twisted of training couldn't destroy that.

The medic nin's thoughts continued to drift despite her efforts. By now it was nearly completely dark, the sun just the faintest trace of orange brushing against the deep purple of the sky. Muscles rippled, her body moving smoothly and swiftly-like a predator. Despite her wandering mind, her every sense was alert, ears straining to pick up the slightest sound, eyes searching through the darkness. Close. She was close now, a few more meters and she would there. Giving one great leap, she burst from the trees bounding towards the darkened ground. A leaf shook and she tense, eyes trained on it only to find a mouse scurrying out from beneath a bush, a black spot on the dark green grass. The wind blew, tickling her skin and she reached out with her senses. Nothing not the faintest hint of chakra. Where was he?

Minutes ticked by and slowly, Sakura began to feel agitated. It was past sunset now and he still wasn't here. Had she gotten the wrong place? No she didn't think she did. After all the toiling over maps it was very unlikely she had misjudged the distance. Perhaps he was delayed? A sour look crossed her features at the thought. This was Fire, the border of Fire, but still... In this area Deidara of the Akatsuki was well known as a wanted criminal after his attack on their allies' Kazekage. What if hunter nins had found him? What if he was dead? Her heart constricted at the thought. She didn't know the Akatsuki all that well but she liked him. She could probably even say she cared for him. He was funny. Nice. Sweet. Not to mention he was her first.

Suddenly her senses screamed, her body lurching instinctively forwards to dodge set of kunai. What was that? She wondered, scanning the area. She leapt again, her momentum carrying her upwards as she tried to dodge the shuriken that whistled past her only to halt, her body unexpectedly meeting a hard surface as she was carried back. Immediately the kunoichi began struggling, body twisting as her one free hand swung in a wild punch.

"Sakura." She knew that tone, her heart faltered and panic filled her as she continued on with her momentum. Releasing the chakra in her fists, the pinkette twisted, her furious punch swinging just enough to the left that it only grazed silky strains of hair.

"Deidara?" She breathed questioningly. Foolishly, she felt herself relax in his grip. She could feel the soft material of his cloak brushing against the bare skin of her arms and legs, could feel the warmth radiating behind her.

"Aa," he breathed in assent, his voice deliciously husky and nose burrowing into her hair."Your late, un."

Breath caught in her throat as she felt him nuzzle her, and she felt herself tense again, this time for a completely different reason. Around them leaves rustled lightly, hiding them from any unwanted eyes. "I'm not late," she retorted when she remembered how to breathe,"you're the one whose late!"

Deidara snorted indelicately, the sound muffled against pink locks, silvery in the moonlight. "I've been here for the past hour bored out my mind, yeah." He growled, one arm moving to trace her her clavicle while the other coiled around her waist and bring her tighter against him. Sakura's lid fluttered, the feel of him so good against her back, sensory memory reminding her of just how right they fit together. Turning in his arms, she looked at him, jade orbs devouring his dimly lit features.

Resting her head against his shoulder she murmured shyly,"I missed you."

Blue eyes softened momentarily as he huffed and turned his head away, his cheeks, unbeknowst to her, flushing ever so slightly. "I missed you to,un" he admitted softly feeling his body respond to her closeness, and tried to push it away, to enjoy this moment just as it was-innocent and untainted by any ulterior motives. It had been a long time since he'd encountered anything of the like, his life having been filled with too many lies, too many plans all engineered to make him react a certain way-like a pawn. His lips pressed into thin line. He still was a pawn. Sighing, he allowed those dark thoughts to fall away. Now wasn't the time. Now he was with his girl and Akatsuki could be damned.

Sakura hummed, a small contented sound as she caught his faint words, a warm funny feeling blossoming in her chest. Her head lifted, admiring the way the moonlight peeking out from between the leaves left shinning highlights in his hair. Gingerly a hand lifted, hovering inches away from his cheek. Even from that distance she could feel that warmth of him radiating against her skin. She looked at him, eyes seeking something in his expression, and her hand rose slowly, moving in a languid caress against his tanned skin. Fingertips feathered along the curve of his jaw, barely there, and Deidara cupped that hand against him, enjoying in the gentle contact, so rare in their line of work.
A smile graced her lips, his actions reminding her of a contented cat as he rubbed his cheek against her palm, and she could feel the skin there, so incredibly smooth. It was a sharp contrast against the rougher skin of his palms. Yet she couldn't say his hands themselves were rough. No, instead of the calloused skin most shinobi began developed over time, his skin was firm and strong, yet supple. An aftereffect, no doubt of his constant working with clay. Artist's hands, equipt with seemingly delicate long slender fingers yet filled with a warrior's strength.

The quiet moment lasted a few long seconds more, before Deidara moved again. The almost otherworldly, appreciated feeling disappearing so that the trees were once again long limbed giants surrounding them and the silvery light of the moon was once again simply light; the intricate beauty falling away as mind took over again. "Let's go," he stated, one mouth on his hand giving a taunting lick to the back of Sakura's hand as he released it, turning to the west.

The kunochi blinked in surprise. "Ew," she cried, face controting in an expression of mock disgust and Deidara snorted in amusment. "Where are we going?" She asked letting go of her childish antics to follow the nin now bounding through the trees. Increasing her speed, she caught up with him, trotting at his side.

"Hmm," he hummed mischieviously, his eyes glinting. "You'll see." Sakura's eyes narrowed, not liking the expression in his eyes and her lips pursed. Still, when his hand sought hers a few minutes later, she simply twined her fingers around his in response. She was suspicious but she was trusting him. Trusting him with her life as she followed the lead of the last man she imagined she would be holding hands with. Hopefully her instincts weren't wrong.


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It was nearly an hour before they neared the end of the forest, trees becoming interspersed with large bamboo shoots and a rather mocking Deidara stopped her to cast a subtle genjustu over them both. When she asked why they needed a genjustu, the nin only replied in the still irritatingly mocking tone as he had all her other questions with a "you'll see". It was really getting on her nerves. Every time she so much as tried to say one word he just stopped her with a brief buss on the lips or interjected with his you'll see. A vein throbbed in her forehead as her ire grew. She swore if she heard those damn words one more time she was going to send him flying. Without his bird.

Now the two were trotting hand in hand through the streets of a rather small town on the border of Ame no Kuni and Kusa no Kuni. Or at least that was what she thought. Estimating the time they spent traveling, their speed, and the direction, they should be somewhere between the two nations. At least now she knew why they needed a genjustu. The village although minor and probably not home to any shinobi was in enemy territory even for her. She couldn't imagine how dangerous it was for Deidara, near the borders of three lands with villages who were all probably after his blood. Now that she thought about it, how had they managed to get through the borders and into this small town without having seen even one patrol guard? She'd have to ask the clay-user when he finally stopped being a wiseass.

Suddenly, the blond grabbed Sakura's arm, tugging on her wrist excitedly as he headed towards a small, rather poor inn. "Wait!" Sakura exclaimed in shock, increasing her pace to match Deidara's increased stride. "Dei- " she stopped herself realizing it was probably a bad thing to say his name."Were going in there?"

The blond looked back, giving a saucy grin in response and Sakura simply rolled her eyes allowing herself to be pulled through the door.. Bells rang from the door as they entered, closing behind them with a tinkling sound. Immediately Sakura's eyes observed the area, trying to appear causal but actually imprinting every possible entry way into her mind. Four windows set against the pale custard colored walls with faux wood paneling, two doors, and a hallway leading presumably to the rooms.

"Welcome back," an old woman behind a faux marble counter rasped, having come in at the sound of the bells, her voice deep in the manner of many heavy smokers. She looked up at the two, black eyes showing that her words were at odds with her true feelings and that would like nothing better than to return to whatever she was doing before they interrupted.. Cheerful as ever, Deidara tugged her beside him, arm snaking around her waist, and gave the woman a small nod before heading down the hall and up the stairs.

Reaching the second floor, Sakura noted that it had much the same color scheme as the first floor except for the dark wood doors. Her senses flaring, Sakura scanned the area, looking for anything suspicious. Eight doors lined the walls, only three of the rooms occupied by seemingly civilians if the low level of chakra was to be believed. Her gaze swerved coming to rest on the door her companion had stopped before. This room, though held just the faintest trace of high level chakra around it, so faint in fact, were it not for her acute chakra senses, she would probably have never noticed it.

Almost reluctantly, Deidara's arm left her waist, moving to form four hand signs as he placed his palms on the door. Deceptively nothing visible seemed to have occured, but the medic nin could feel the trace of chakra disappear from the door. Opening it Deidara, ushered her in.

"Home sweet home, un" he stated sarcastically closing the door behind him and replacing whatever defense he had undone. "What do you think?"

"Uh..."The kunochi started looking around the room. There room was simple. And rather small. With cream, delicate floral wall paper torn slightly at the edges amd a plain wooden floor, it was at least, a welcome relief from all the yellow. A full sized bed sat in the corner of the room covered in plain white sheets, a small lamp sitting on a white pine bedside table beside it and a couple of drawers lined the opposite wall, to the right a small door was present, presumably leading to the bathroom. Thankfully, the room seemed to have only a single window, making it all the easier to defend. "It's...nice?" She replied questioningly.

In reponse, he only scoffed, lips twisting in wry amusment. Depositng his cloak on the bed he jumped on it, body bouncing as the springs groaned in protest. "Deidara! Don't abuse the fur-" Sakura began jokingly, as she turned around to face him, only to have her words die on her tongue. It was the first time she could really look at him in full light and the view was tempting. Blood rushed to her face she flushed, heart quickening. There was her missing nin sprawled on the bedding in only a see through re-enforced mesh shirt, exposing his toned abs and chest. His blond hair spilled like a golden halo about his head and a wicked smirk on his lips as he looked back at her, mischief in his visible azure eye. "Like what you see, un?"

"Wha... I...um..."The pink haired kunoichi stammered, blushing deeper as her eyes roved his body once again.

He laughed, a rich masculine sound rumbling in his chest and causing those abs to tremble just so. Sakura's mouth went dry, her eyes growing a dark emerald with desire. The Akatsuki looked up, hearing her sudden exhaltation of breath and his orbs darkened in answer to the intensity he saw there. Blood rushed to his groin, his previous desire returning full force, but he pushed it aside. Sitting up, the nin gave an exasperated sigh, and reached under the bed. He was going to do this right damn it! And his hormones could just go to hell for the time being. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now he had a misson to accomplish.

"What are you doing?" Came the wary inquiry. A pink brow raised as she looked upon his hunched form curiously, trying to stifle the hot rush of desire as her eyes riveted to the rippling muscles on his back.

He ignored her, instead grasping the item he was looking for and pulling it out triumphantly. "Aha! Mitsukete!" He exclaimed holding up a package wrapped in plain brown paper. Extending his arm, he offered it to her, a grin on his delicate features. Sakura blinked and stared at the package in his hands in confusion.

"What is it?"

Giving her an exasperated look, he shook his head and prodded her with it. "What do you think it is, un?" He snapped, then sighed, replying more softly. "It's a present, yeah."

"Oh." She replied dumbly, taking the package from his hands. She looked at it for a moment, then at him, biting her lip. Should I open it? She wondered. Hell yeah! Her inner exclaimed urging her to open it. Let's see what he got you. Her brows furrowed. You're back? I thought you were against this? Weren't you the one that told me this all might be a trap? Her inner scoffed, crossing her arms. Yeah? And your point? She spat. Shouldn't you...You know? Be more wary. What if its a bomb? Inner Sakura rolled her eyes at her outer's stupidity. Kami! If he wanted to blow you up he would have done it by now! Besides, did you see those abs? Inwardly, Sakura smacked her head. Is that all you think about? Her inner scoffed. Come on, you can't tell me you haven't fantisized about all the things he could do to you? I am you afterall. But- Just open the damn thing!

Blinking Sakura, looked towards the blond silently urging her with his eyes and sighed. Taking hold of the ribbon holding the package closed, she tentatively undid it and slid the brown paper away. A gasp escaped her lips, jade eyes glimmering with a wet sheen. "Deidara..."She exclaimed in soft wonderment.

"Do you like it?" He questioned his voice showing the slightest trace of worry, as he came to stand in front of her, his hands resting gently on her shoulders.

"I love it!"The rose haired woman squealed, launching herself at him to catch him in a gleeful hug. Surprised, the shinobi stumbled back, bringing them both crashing onto the bed. Immediately, Sakura began peppering his jaw with kisses. Shock melted from his eyes, replaced by a glowing warmth as he shifted his head to capture her lips with his, one hand rising to cup her cheek. Electricity ran through their veins, sending a flash of desire through them both as they fell into the kiss. Teeth nibbling her bottom lip, Deidara allowed his tongue to snake out and press against the seam of her lips asking for entrance. She gasped, her mouth immediately being invaded by the warm muscle quickly coaxing her response. Her breath came short, one hand running through his hair when suddenly she snapped upwards, scrambling off him.

"Wha?" Deidara inquired huskily, his face flushed and cerulean orbs hazed with desire and befuddlement.

"The dress," she replied swallowing, trying to quell the heat in her blood."It was getting rumpled."

"Oh..."He blinked coming to himself. "Yeah. Get dressed, un. We've got a reservation at 10:30."

"Reservation?" Her eyes suddenly filled with enlightenment before she glaced at the clock and cursed. "Shit! Ten minutes!" Grabbing the dress she into the bathroom. Just as quickly as it closed, the door opened and the pinkette rushed out and gave the blond a quick kiss. "Arigatou." She replied, closing the door behind her once more.

Deidara simply stared at the door, her actions not quite registering, then began to laugh.

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Hands tugged at the material at his throat, fidgeting. Civilian clothing always felt so different than shinobi wear. The white dress-shirt he wore was open at the neck to show a peek of the black undershirt he wore. The silk of his apparel clung to his body, tracing hard muscles but leaving just enough pull. He sighed inwardly. The pants might be a problem. Good quality black silk had some give, but if he were pressed to fight it would be in tatters. A hand ran through his blonde locks, careful not to unsettle them from the low ponytail they were in, while his other played with scope in his pocket, his face feeling bare without it. Seven kunai, three shuriken, and a small bag of clay in his left pocket. Hopefully he wouldn't have to use it.

The low creak of the bathroom door caught his attention as he looked up from his shoes and suddenly felt his breath stolen from him. He had imagined the cheongsam would fit her well (he was afterall both ninja and artist-both of which paid close attention to detail), but wow. Fine black silk gleamed wetly in the electric lights, branches of white and pink cherry blossoms rising up from its edges to fall in blushing petals. Beautiful. She looked beautiful, pale skin emphasized by the dark material, slits opening to show tempting glimpses of thigh, and the small bit of makeup she had put on only enhancing fathomless green eyes and rose tresses tied up in an elegant bun with bangs framing her feminine face.

"What do you think?" The kunoichi asked happily, giving a little spin to expose the dipping back.

He faltered, trying to think of words, but only one spilled from his lips. "Beautiful..."

If possible she smiled wider, cheeks flushing as she walked towards him, noticing fully his change in clothes. Jade eyes drank him in appreciatively. She never though she would see an Akatsuki in anything other than shinobi uniform but this was a very welcome change. Casual dress clothes fit the blonde very nicely. It was a pity they would have to hide their features with a genjustu. As she came to stand next to him she allowed her hands to wander, marveling in his exposed face, blond bangs having been pulled back. "You look great,"she complimented against the shell of his ear, reaching it easily in the heels he had provided her.

He grinned smugly in reply. "I know, yeah." She slapped him playfully.

"Don't be so cocky. You're head can't afford to get any bigger."

"Hmm.."He started slyly,"I thought you liked my head." He leaned in closer scenting the light vanilla of her hair. Not the best choice for a shinobi, but completely her.

"Well yeah but-" She started, only to stop as she noticed the growing look in his eyes. Her cheeks flushed a deep red suddenly, her mind finally understanding the double entendre, and she hit him lightly again. "Hentai.."she muttered spinning out of his arms to walk past him and trying to ignore his snickering. "Well, are you coming or not?"She demanded defensively, hands on her hips.

At this the clay-user only smirked. He loved it when she got all flustered. "Don't forget your hair, un" he reminded her, casting a small genjustu over himself, so that his blonde hair turned a dark brown. Catching the hint, Sakura soon followed suit, her cherry locks turning a chocolate color. Silently Deidara moured the loss. "Alright, un," He stated, "now let's go." And before the kunoichi could reply he tucked her hand into his arm and lead them out the door.


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Waters bubbled happily, whispering against small rocks and it followed into the basin beneath it. Lanterns lit the room, casting a soft glow and waiters and waitresses scampered across the room, serving the throng of people gathering at what was probably the nicest restaurant in this town. Not that it was saying much. It seemed the entire area was of only moderate income and so even the finest dining spots fell short of Konohagakure's classiest restuarants. Still it was quaint, Sakura thought. The flowers and plants placed along the room and the bubbling fountain creating a peaceful, intimate air about the room.

"Table for Takeshiro," Deidara replied as he came up to the seating hostess and smiling benevolently.

Immediately the woman gave a smile and bowed, moving to grab two menus. "Right this way,"she chirped, leading them to a table near the back, no so coincidentally positioned so that all doors were in sight. Once they were seated, Sakura turned to her companion, eyes shining.

"Deidara,"she spoke softly, swallowing,"all this...why?" Uncaring of the shinobi rules, her voice was thick with emotion.

Topaz caught emerald as he gave her a proud smirk. "Because, yeah, you're my girl." Her heart fluttered, warmth seeping into her limbs. It was sweet in a cocky, narssictic way. Ducking her head, she allowed herself to become engrossed in menu, not sure how to respond to his embarrassing admiton. But she had to admit... it was nice to know where she stood. Too many nights she had wondered if she was just a fuck to him or if they actually had some sort of strange relationship. She was relieved to know the latter was true.

Words blurred before her, not quite read, when something caught her eye. "Oh! The have anko dumplings!"

A dark brow lifted, as blue eyes looked up from their own menu. "Like them much?" He teased.

Her eyes sparkled. "Their my favorite."She stated happily. A thought snapped into her head and she bit her lip. "Hey, what's your favorite food?" She asked, feeling oddly like a genin once again, meeting her team for the first time.

"Bakudan,"he answered succinctly.

Laughter bubbled from her lips. "Why am I not surprised? An arsonist loving bombs!"

A vien throbbed on his temple, rage burning in a sea of blue. His hands gripped the menu tighter, fingers growing white. "I'm not,"he ground out through gritted teeth, trying to control his temper,"an arsonist. I am an artist!"

Shivering as she sensed the sudden murderous intent waffing off of him, she decided it would be best not to tease him about his... artistic tendencies. She coughed awkwardly, hiding the sudden frisson of fear. "Yes, um...". In all their light hearted banter, she had forgotten that the handsome shinobi before her was an S-class criminal and capable of killing without an ounce of guilt. He killed Gaara. She reminded herself. Whatever their blossoming relationship might be he was first and foremost an Akatsuki, as she was a kunoichi of Konohagakure. Guilt twisted inside her. At least she was supposed to put Konohagakure before herself, but it seemed that wasn't working well. Cha! When has that ever? Team seven always puts other things before Konoha! Her inner reminded her brashly.

Looking at her shaken form, he sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt. Perhaps he had been too harsh. But she did insult your art. A little voice offered. He squashed it. By her tone she had been teasing and he completely destroyed the mood. Fingers moving to tangle themselves in a mane of currently absent hair, he scowled at their loss. The silence stretched between them, uncomfortable and tense. Seconds ticked by as both stared at their menus, avoiding the other's gaze. A waiter came, quickly took their orders in an anxious tone, and disappeared, instinctively sensing something wrong.

Deidara huffed, not being able to take it anymore. Turning his gaze away from the spot on the table he kept staring at, he tried to catch Sakura's gaze. "I'm...I'm sorry, yeah,"he apologized in a low voice, the words struggling out of his throat. Verdant eyes snapped to his, shock blooming on her features. Gingerly, he reached for her hand, careful to keep the mouths closed. Sakura stared at it for a moment, mixed emotions swirling through her before she carefully allowed him to take her hand in his own, the warmth from his palms searing her cooler skin. A weak smile painted itself across her lips, her eyes grateful yet still wary, and the tension slowly began to seep from the air. Almost unconciously, his thumb began to trace circles on her skin.

"It's okay."She stated finally, "I shouldn't have mocked your art. It's er....very interesting."

Light shone in bright blue, arrogance and pride settling itself upon his features like a well-worn coat. "It's awesome, un." The now ex-blond corrected smugly. "Buildings taken over by smoke, glass shattering, rocks groaning. It's a bang, yeah!" He chattered excitedly. Sakura sweat dropped, trying her best to display interest despite the rather.... destructive topic she manged to introduce. "I've got to show you some time! You'll love it, yeah."

"He-he,"she started not quite sure how her response would be taken,"You know I've already seen your art. Remember? I've battled you twice now."

"Pfft!" He retorted throwing a hand in the air."That was nothing! If you think that was art just wait until you see building!"

Her eyes widened in horror. "No!"She whispered vehemently. "No buildings! I'm a medic I don't want to see people harmed if I can help it!"

In an eeriely Naruto-like action, the fourth most important blond in her life pouted and muttered to himself. Sakura couldn't help herself. Faced with such a completely un-criminal-like action, she burst into giggles, trying in vain to smother them behind her hand. A dark brow raised, brooding broken as he wondered what caused his girl to start cackling like a maniac. Promptly he gave up that endeavour. Women would always leave him flummoxed Still, the laughter was a welcome thing, the last of the tension in the air had departed, instead leaving the pleasant, light-hearted feel that had started off their evening.

Disappointed that his plans to show her a masterpiece were shot down, he tried again. "How about an abandoned building,un? Or maybe a mountain?" The shinobi mused, hand moving to cradle his chin as he thought."Sound's got a good one,"he mumbled more to himself as his thoughts began to run on a more volatile line. Suddenly his pondering was interrupted by the waiter as he brought them their orders, a steaming bowl of Udon for Deidara, and Beef Negimaki for Sakura.

Immediately Deidara's blue eyes widened, as he grinned, seeing two perfectly boiled eggs garnishing his soup. "Itadakimasu!" The both cried, breaking taking hold of their laquer chopsticks and digging in. Again Sakura laughed, lightly, watching as Deidara triumphantly picked out a piece of egg and devoured it in one bite. Gazing at her questioningly, he swallowed, tone becoming serious. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing."Sakura replied, waving away his concern."You just reminded me of someone I know."

"Hmm."

Her eyes closed, relishing the taste of her beef as she found herself again, comparing her currently dark haired companion to the other blond male in her life. It was amazing, how similar they could be sometimes, especially when excited or angered. She shook her head, a smile on her lips.

Unbeknowst to her, Deidara was watching her surripetously while he ate, admiring the dainty way she picked up her chopsticks and smiled at something only she could see. She really was beautiful. It really was a shame they had to use disguises, her suited her better. He supposed it was enough that they were together now, going on a date. Kami, a dating. It was something he never expected to do. First he was too young and then there was the whole missing-nin thing and any hopes of a social life were utterly destroy. This itself was a miracle.

Her exhaltation caught his attention, breaking his musings as he watched as she unconciously lifted her hand, licking away the bit of sauce that had fallen there with a wet, pink tongue. He gulped, eyes focusing on those full lips and tongue, his blood pressure rising as the desire he thought he had thoroughly beaten back crept back into his body, invading every cell so he had to force his breathing to even, muscles tensing beneath the material of his white shirt.

"Soo...."Sakura started, wanting to break the silence. "How did you find this place?" She looked up, emerald eyes catching his and her breath hitched. His gaze was possessive, hungry. Despite herself she felt her body answering, mind remembering just what that look promised.

He blinked, trying to concentrate. What was the question? "Un, This place? I found it while returning from a mission in Iwagakure, yeah. I was tired so I thought to stop by instead of camp out." Iwagakure, she wondered. What was he doing there? Was it a mission for the Akatsuki? Deidara it seemed, was oblivious to his faux pas. "What were you up to, un?"

"Just a mission," she replied taking a sip of her plum wine, savoring the sweetness. "Some B-level nonsense. Really,"she commented, "I've been getting sick of them. Lately it's just been diplomacy this and politics that. I want some action damn it!"

"Hmm." The Akatsuki intoned, tasting the wine himself and deciding that while he liked it, sake was better. It did not go unnoticed to him that she had refrained from saying anything particularly useful. "I know what you mean, un. All I've been getting are shitty retreval missions because my fucking partner is being a brat." He ranted, his ire loosening his tongue. "If I have to babysit one more bimbo I swear I'm going to blow up." Sakura's eyes widened, recalling that this could very much be true in the arsonist's..er...artist's case.

Sakura nodded, carefully filing away the information that Akatsuki, or at least one in particular seemed to be having some inner conflicts and were probably gathering income for something big. Not that this information was particularly new. Jiraya had informed the Hokage that Akatsuki seemed to be planning something massive and were currently becoming more active. And everyone no one expected a band of nukenin to get along all, or even most, of the time. As Deidara continued on with his tirade, Sakura allowed her eyes to wander (much like his had moments ago), half-listening.

He looked good when he was angry. Surprisingly good, tanned cheeks becoming rosier and his eyes darkening-just like when he was particularly aroused. She swallowed her mind falling to the gutter as she recalled the last time she had seen those same dark eyes inches away from her own, his breath coming in pants, body moving against hers, caressing, th- She quickly stopped that train of thought, Inner Sakura whining, as she tried ot concentrate on his words. Yet it was futile. His voice grown more ragged in his anger was still so deep, so dark, and so utterly and totally male, like rich dark chocolate. She could feel her blood rush to her skin, body heating. Such a delicious voice. She could probably orgasm from his voice alone if he put effort into it.

"Sakura...Sakura?" Her head snapped up, looking at him dazedly. "Are you listening?"

"Yeah, yeah." She replied mind not all there,"some orange-haired bitch thought you were gay, got it." His eyes narrowed, evidently she was listening. But then why did he have the feeling she wasn't paying attention? Blue orbs scanned her face, noting the slight flush on her cheeks, the widened pupils, her small tongue licking her lip. His desire returned full force as he finally put two and two together, a self-satisfied smirk twisting on his lips.

"Sakura," he called lowly, and she shivered lightly, the tone of his voice caressing some intangible part of her.

"Yes?" She answered, voice faltering.

"Let's get out of here, yeah."

Taking his hand in hers, they did just that, Sakura never noticing she hadn't even eaten her anko dumplings. She had something sweeter instead.


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They were necking like teenage civilians as they stumbled through the streets, drunk on wine and desire. The cool night air only served to encense them further, providing a sharp contrast to the heat of their skin. Hands wandered, every inch of exposed skin quickly being explored by hungry fingers. One hand tracing the indent of her spine while the other slid into the slid by her leg, Deidara decided that he liked this dress very much, and inwardly patted himself on the back for a good choice. Sakura's own hands were no more innocent, her fingers digging under his shirt to trace the hard muscles of his abdomen while the other tangled itself in his silky hair as his mouth devoured her own. Wanting more, she pressed against him, his back hitting against the wall of the inn as their kiss grew deeper.

"Dara,"she breathed huskily, eyes swimming with emerald fire. "I want you." Her breath fluttered against his lips as she laughed embarrasedly, slightly ineberated. A small squeal escaped her as the hands that roamed her body suddenly began placing kisses along her skin.

Pupils dialated, sky blue irises lost in a sea of black. Her body spun, suddenly slammed into the wall, the man she had caged now caging her as he kissed her senseless. His tongue invaded her warm orifice, deftly taunting her own tongue to join in play as his hands rose up, thin lips kissing the inside of her thigh while another licked up her skin. Heartbeats quickened. Tearing himself free, the nin brought the now pliant kunoichi to his side, half-carrying her through the door and up the stairs with such speed, the door had yet to close before they were in the room.

"You don't know how many times I dreamed of you, un," he whispered against the her ear, tickling the shell with his breath. Her body shuddered, his dark voice sliding against her senses like the smooth satin. With a quick kick, the door shut behind them.

"Hmmm, about as many times as I dreamed of you?" She answered teasingly, her throaty tone making it sound more like an invitation. He growled in response, pressing against her so that they both fell onto the protesting bed. "Minx." Before she could react he began peppering neck with kisses his sliding up to undue the frog ties holding her dress closed as her own worked at the buttons of his shirt.

Smooth skin was his reward and immediately he attacked that exposed flesh, sucking and nibbling to leave perfect love bites. Sakura moaned, green eyes slits as she stared up at him then frowned, tugging at his undershirt. "Take it off," she demanded breathily when he stopped his actions enough that she could think. Groaning impatiently, he quickly threw off his shirt, eyeing his prize, only to have the smug grin replace itself with a frown.

"Kai,"he muttered, removing the genjutsu on them both. "Much better,yeah." He stated, gazing at the once again pink haired kunoichi before him, body beautifully flushed, and clothes in a disarray. Leaning back into her he deftly undid the rest of the ties, pulling her up against his chest and tugging at her dress in a clear demand she remove it. Tilting her head, she gave him a quick kiss then oblidged before pressing her bare chest against his own, enjoying the feel of his hot skin sliding against her. Reaching up she pulled off the tie to his hair, allowing it to spill about his head.

She grinned cheekily. "Now, it's much better." She mocked, fingers quickly twinging themselves in his silken locks.

Mischeif shone in sky blue orbs, and suddenly Sakura found herself pressed into the bed with Deidara between her legs, grinding himself in slow circles against her panty clad form. "No, un, now it's better." He taunted before his lips came upon hers, his hands rising to tweak her hardened nubs. The breath knocked from her limbs, a startled gasp escaping her throat as she ground against him. Blood rushed through her body, pooling down into her center and she could feels dewy with moisture. Pulling his hair, her tongue dueled with his, flicking his and running over his teeth.

Fire ran through their viens, each movement stoking the flames higher and higher so that their minds began to melt, bodies rubbing agianst each other. Flesh shivering as it touched quavering flesh, and their hands roamed. Sakura's breath caught as the kiss was broken. Deidara turning to find pleasure in other treats, all three sets of lips kissing their way down her body, nipples being encased in searing warmth, and she moaned. Something wet trailed down her waist, dipping into the indent of her navel and swirling so that her hips rose before delivering a quick bite. Hands tugged at silk black pants, and in seconds they were gone, leaving them both deliciously bare.

"Deidara,"she moaned, jade eyes luminous as she stared at him. He was so painfully gorgeous in these moments, so raw, so primal. His eyes seemed blue fire burning her as he suckled at her breast, tresses spilling like sunlight across his back, tips teasing her skin. One of his hands snaked between her legs, his slow rubs falling away to be replaced with an exploring tongue, then her mind was shot. Sparks igniting throughout her body in answer to the intensity of his movements, to the lips kissing her intimately and the tongue slithering out to taste her. Hips bucked, gasps and groans filling the air. Suddenly the medic couldn't take it anymore. Using chakra enhanced strength she pounced, flipping them over so that she was on top and his hands were immobile in one of her own.

His blue eyes blinked up at her, fogged with passion, yet the startled confusion in them clear. The expression however, was transitory, soon disappearing beneath tanned lids as his eyes fluttered shut. Bruised lips parted groaning as she was now the one kissing him. Soft lips explored his body, wet muscle sliding out of the cavern of her mouth to tease both of his nipples. "Ugh,"he moaned, hips rising with his desire, yet she moved away.

"None of that,"she whispered leaning into him. "It's my turn to play." His form quavered, the feral huskiness in her tone arousing him to the point of pain.

"Minx."He rasped, allowing her to dominate him for now. A hand slid down, and speech was the last of his concerns. A slender hand was now caressing his length, sliding over it with teasing touches, nails scratching the sensative skin ever so lightly before she squeezed him. "Kami..."He chocked out.

Relishing in her newfound power, Sakura kissed her way up his neck, leaving a trail of love bites in her wake. She smiled, licking her lips. "Now you figure out what to do with those." She challenged before bending down and licking a long line down his smooth chest, binding his hands with chakra. Nuzzling his chest for a moment she revealed in its smooth heat, like liquid steel with a satin finish. Her nails grazed him, bringing a moan spilling out of his lips. "Like that?" She breathed, not expecting an answer.

Tracing the intricate seal on his chest with lips and tongue (something she had to admit was soon growing to be a favorite pastime), she nibbled her way down his body once more, tongue swirling in his navel before reaching his length. Looking up, her jade eyes glowed with a catty look and she shot the shinobi a foxy grin before she blew on his length.

"Sakura!"He groaned, tone pleading, and she raised a brow, teasing him with her breath again until he began to curse. Quite pleased with this accomplishment she licked him, face scrunching up slightly at the odd, almost salty taste before deciding she didn't mind it enough to stop. Liking her lips she teased him again then took his manhood slowly into her mouth.

"Kami Sakura!"The blond moaned, eyes squeezing tight the warm wet heat of her mouth encased him. His body rippled, tense, hot spiral growing tighter and tigher as she licked and sucked at hiim, tongue swirling about him so that all he could do was thrust helplessly and groan incoherent sentences. Suddenly she stopped. A frown marred his delicately masculine face, jaw tightening. His eyes burst open as he tried to sit up and ask her why, when oxygen escaped him. Muscles struggled, arms fighting against chakras hold, as the fisted themselves into the sheets.

Gripping his hips, Sakura had lowered herself onto him, his body sinking deep into her wet warmth. Hestantly almost, she began to move muscles gripping his hardness, shuddering as each descent brought him against her cervix. Soon her all thoughts of teasing left her, the primal desire to mate taking over so that she thrust faster against him, a whimper escaping her as the friction she sought escaped her. As though in answer, the blond surged upwards, flipping her quickly so that the pinkette was once again beneath him and thrusting into her. A chorus of moans and breathless gasps escaped her, accompanied by Deidara's rough groans as her hips surged against his, hands holding him tight against her as her mouth devoured his. Her eyes opened staring into his face so terribly, wonderfully close to her own and found him frighteningly beautiful. She could understand why lovers were thusly called. It was because in moments like these, with nothing but skin upon skin and gentle caresses driving them into insanity, the mind could forget a little, the heart could hope a little, so that even if only for the most fleeting seconds, one could love.

"Deidara, more!"The kunoichi pleaded, her voice hoarse and rasping as she tried to increase the pace, body writhing against him as her muscles enfolded him again and again, his smooth hardness caressing just the right places, rubbing in just the right way that she was now shaking with the need for completion.

"Hold on, yeah,"he panted as her legs wound themselves about his waist and lifted her hips. She screamed. The new angle allowed him to move deeper, sliding just so that soft spot within her was pressed against every time the heaviness in her loins growing and growing, like a balloon filling drop by drop with water, tensing, straining as it came nearer and nearer to exploding.

"Please!"She screamed, twisting against him, nails digging into the skin of his back to claw long lines across tanned flesh. His eyes darkened becoming the fathomless depths of the oceans as he rolled his body against her, his thrusts growing harder, faster, more frantic as her muscles began to spasm. His heart hammered in his chest hands wrapping about her waist as her pulled her tighter against him and pressed them into the wall. Then his lips were on hers, devouring her mouth with tongue and teeth as his body surged in a frenzied pace as Sakura's voice rose in wail as she orgasmed, muscles pulling, twisting, straining so that the pressure finally burst over him, his body exploding into hers to release his seed deep within her.

Exhausted, he fell back with Sakura on his chest, both of them panting as their hearts began to slow in synchronization. Still floating on a haze of endorphins the rose haired young woman smiled goofily at him and kissed him softly before snuggling into him. Feeling a smile creep upon him in turn, one hand played with her hair as the other drew the blankets over them both and shut off the light, soon both fell into a light doze.

Sometime later, Sakura awoke, eyes fluttering in the near total darkness. Finding herself on her side, still very much snuggled into her very own Akatsuki, she turned, her dream still fresh in her mind. Overwhelmed by the sudden need to know, she nudged him. "Deidara?"

"Mmmhm?" Came the reply, one eye opening to find the blurred outline of his bedmate.

"Why did you contact me? Am I really that special?"Her voice cracked slightly, worry tainting the melodic sound. "I mean your going risking your life just letting me know where to find you, and then you buy me a dress and take me on a date. I was just wondering why?"

"Un,"He groaned, pulling her flush against his body. "Why all the questions, yeah?" He asked, tone serious.

"Please, just answer,"She plead softly, playing with his hair.

Sensing how important this was to her, he leaned in closer so that his words were spoken against her lips. "Because, you're my girl. My lover. That makes you special, yeah." His words were spoken so seriously yet so warmly, that she felt her heart flutter. "Besides, I could ask the same of you. How could you know I'm not just using you?" He retorted, the sleep seeping out of his voice as he truly thought about him.

Content she smiled, whispering against his lips. "Because" she stopped for suspense,"you're mine and I trust you." A smile playing on his lips, he kissed her and all worries were forgotten for the moment, washed away by waves of passion.

Smirking into the kiss. Deidara decided that sleep was overrated. For now he was going to make the most of the time he had with his girl.


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Wow! *Fans herself* I hope you liked that one. I didn't make it as citrusy as the first one, but I hope you all liked that.
Their first date was awkward and they didn't get to do most of what I intended, but I hope it worked for you guys. First dates often are awkward even if the two in question are lovers. After all neither of them have really dated before. Tell me if this chapter was effective.

Anyway, thanks to all of you for reading! And a HUGE thanks to all my reviewers, without you this story would have been a lot shorter and not as promising.

PLEASE REVIEW! I want to know what your opinions are. Flames are welcome so long as they are constructive in their critism, don't just say you hate it, it doesn't help me figure out why.


Until next time!

-SacredRoseDream