Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ To Win Her Heart ❯ Forbidden ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4: Forbidden



"Things forbidden have a secret charm."--Tacitus



Sakura peeked out the window. 'Sasuke? What is Sasuke doing here?' She glanced at the clock above the stove. 'Three in the morning!'

Sakura should have been worried about why he was there at such a strange ungodly hour, about the fact that Kakashi was naked in her bed, about the fact that she was scantily clothed herself, but she knew only curiosity and confusion.

Without hesitation, she unlocked the door and opened it. Sasuke's black eyes immediately sought her green ones. Unprepared for the sight of him she gasped, and to her dismay her heart leapt into her throat.

He was always so darkly stunning. That look in his eyes she loved, craved, dreamed about… Within his onyx orbs was a dark fire; one that warmed her in a way that made her feel wanton, and the fact that she was feeling uncomfortably warm by it now kind of pissed her off.

"Sasuke." She said flatly, angrily. Really it came out harsher than she'd intended, but when the hell would she be able to look at him and not feel anything but platonic comradery?

The corners of Sasuke's mouth tightened in displeasure at the harsh sound of her voice. He'd had enough of her rotten attitude, that's why he came here anyway. He placed his hand on her shoulder and shoved her into the house, following close behind her.

Sakura's temper spiked, a dangerous fire flared in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to berate her ex-teammate for his treatment of her. Who did he think he was budging his way through her and her home at three in the morning? She was pressed against the wall with his fingers against her lips.

"Don't." He snapped. His icy black eyes shooting her a warning glare. His voice was low and dangerous.

She growled, showing him her teeth. She was so angry with him, irrationally so. Not because he was at her house so late at night, early in the morning, for other reasons. 'He can come any time he pleases.' Inner Sakura purred. But outer Sakura saw this as a convenient excuse to light into him.

She wanted him, loved the sight of him, rejoiced at his presence, and she wanted to kill him for that. She wanted to burn him from her heart, her mind, her soul. He was so infectious, and god she loved that dark dangerous mystery that radiated from him. She swallowed hard.

His dark hair fell so erotically around his face. 'What does it feel like?' She silently wondered.

She felt the urge to grab as much of his hair in her fists as she could. 'Rip it, squeeze it, pull it…' Her mind imagined his mouth devouring hers as she used his hair as a leash to pull him toward her. She wanted him to kiss her - rough, hard, hold her down…

'God he smells good.'

She whipped her head to the side, ripping her mouth from the touch of his hand… Immediately she mourned its loss, but it was for the best. She had someone now, someone she cared deeply about, someone who loved her. She couldn't screw it up with Sasuke.

"Don't look away from me." He grabbed her shoulders, giving her a sharp shake, then holding her against the wall when she refused to obey. "Sakura." He warned.

She whimpered, relishing in the feel of his tight grasp against her shoulders, holding her to the wall. His body was so close. 'Kiss me. Touch me. Don't make me decide. Don't make me think about it. Do it to me. Do it for me.'

How shameless could she be, thinking such thoughts about Sasuke after such a beautiful night with Kakashi?

But it was different with Sasuke. She didn't see him like she did Kakashi, didn't want him the same as she wanted Kakashi. Kakashi made her feel safe, calm, loved, and she wanted to lay with him, cuddle with him, make love to him….

She'd want to murder Sasuke if he cuddled with her. She wanted to scratch him, beat him, fight him, have him, take him. Wanted him to take her, undress her - not slowly and sensually, but wantonly and rough – 'Dance with me Sasuke. Take me. Give yourself to me. Let me have you, if even only this once.'

"Sasuke." Her head was still turned to the side, his name like the answer to a long asked question. She didn't dare look at him. If she looked at him he'd see the want in her eyes. Besides, she couldn't trust what she might do. As it was she hoped he couldn't hear the want in her voice.

Sasuke closed his eyes, taking in a few hard labored breaths at the sound of her voice. How many times had he dreamed of her saying his name like that as he made love to her?

'Countless…'

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall, breathing in the scent of her hair. He felt her shiver as his breath caressed the sensitive flesh of her neck. Sasuke felt a frightening pull toward Sakura, a pull he'd thought he could control.

"Sakura." He breathed, hissing out the syllables of her name, drawing them out. He spoke her name as if it were an incantation, a potent word that had the power to create or destroy.

The sound of her name on his lips was sinful. Her teeth bit her bottom lip in attempt to resist him. If she gave in she'd jeopardize what she had with Kakashi. She needed Kakashi, couldn't live without him, but… She wanted Sasuke.'

She wanted something more. She loved the comfort, safety, and perfection of her life, but at the same time it was killing her. She needed something… more.

He felt her ever so slightly lean forward against him. Her body brushed against his, sending a dangerous bolt of desire through him. He'd always wanted her.

"Sasuke." Her voice was a desperate plea now. She could feel the warmth of his body calling to her. Her mind was already divesting him of his dark garb, mentally pushing him to her bed…

He told himself to leave, to back away, but instead he leaned forward pressing their bodies together. His lips lightly traced the delicate curve of her neck. Her skin was so soft and inviting, begging to be kissed. "Sakura."

She felt him push against her. She closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, reveling in the feel of his hot body and warm breath teasing her flesh. Her mind recalled another man's body and mouth that had not so long ago pleased her. 'Damn my treasonous self.' She began mentally berating herself for betraying Kakashi so easily, until she heard her name drip off Sasuke's tongue, desire laced throughout his deep rich voice.

Would Sasuke's mouth feel like Kakashi's? Would his body look the same? She imagined Sasuke sweaty, undressed, in the throes of passion… 'God I'd love to find out.' She thought, smiling wickedly. The thought of Kakashi in her bed while she allowed Sasuke to violate her was exhilarating to her, a fun, dangerous game. What would either man do if they found out about the other?

She fisted Sasuke's shirt in her hands, holding him to her. 'Let's play Sasuke.' She buried her nose in the crook of his neck, nuzzled his hair. 'He smelled so good.' Ever so slowly, she reached between them, landing her hand on his zipper, and began to pull. He pulled away to look at her. She smirked, grabbing a belt loop in each hand pulling him to her. "Don't play shy Sasuke." She teased out, finally allowing inner Sakura some voice.

He gave in to her immediately, slammed her against the wall, and kissed her, fiercely, passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her hands in his hair, pulling it, fisting it.

The kitchen was filled with frantic pants and impatient moans and whimpers. She ripped the collar of his shirt in attempt to access the flesh of his neck and shoulder. She sucked, bit, and scratched, marked him several times. He growled, nibbling her neck, earlobe… "You're a dangerous little feline Sakura." He whispered against her neck. She smiled. 'You have no idea.'

She grabbed at his waistband, he at the short hem of her nighty. Minimal clothes were taken off. It was all about access. She couldn't help sinking her fingernails into his back at the feel of him. White bursts of pleasure danced in her vision, he felt so damned good… too good.

She breathed his name against his ear, sunk her teeth into his shoulder, gripped his waist with her powerful legs, anything to fight crying out in bliss. "Fuck Sakura. Are you trying to kill me?" He panted out against her lips. His voice was deep and rough, laced with pleasure.

She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice, the feel of his breath against her lips. The rhythm he set was mind-blowing. "Sasuke." She sighed in mind-numbing pleasure. She loved the sound of his name on her lips, loved saying it. "Sasuke." She chanted, as if guiding him toward something, cheering for something. "Sasuke." She felt him smile against her skin. She glanced over his shoulder at the door that hid her silver-haired jounin from view. She felt so alive knowing he could come out at any moment, catch her, catch Sasuke…

It was hard to say how long she'd played with Sasuke, but finally they both fell to the floor panting. She wore a giddy smile, he, a fulfilled but exhausted expression. He was pretty marked up, a bit bloodied, and probably bruised, his clothes and hair were sweat-damp; he was still sexy as ever. Palm flat against his chest, she pushed him to the floor, straddled his hips and kissed him, long and hard.

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back just as passionately as she gave. After a moment, he gently nudged her away staring deeply into her eyes. Ever so softly he ran his fingertips along her cheek, stopping to rest his hand against her face. He said nothing, didn't smile, just looked. It was enough. She saw it in his eyes, the same thing she saw in Kakashi's tonight at dinner… love. She didn't like it.

Roughly she swatted his arm away. "Don't." She mumbled, ashamed of herself. She'd betrayed Kakashi, and started God knows what with Sasuke. He looked away with a loud sigh, allowing his head to fall to the side. She could tell he was mad. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. He radiated anger.

She fingered a particularly nasty bite on his bared shoulder, staring at the ripped shirt that hung from his shoulder. She remembered sinking her teeth into him. She'd been pretty rough. She smiled, running her hands down his chest and abs.

He was unresponsive to her touch, head still lolled to the side, staring off… ignoring her. 'He's still upset with me.' Inner Sakura growled at his inattentiveness; outer Sakura smacked him across the face, laughing.

He hissed, moving to sit up, but she just pushed him back down. "I'm not done yet." She cooed, leaning over him to bury splayed fingers in his hair. He shot her an irritated look. That kind of pissed her off.

She curled her fingers, grasping handfuls of his hair and gave his head a rough tug, laughing. "Obey!" Her voice had an I'm-just-kidding lilt to it, but she'd really meant it.

"Stop it." He mumbled, obviously not in the mood. She smiled wickedly, reaching a hand down to stroke over his most intimate part. "Stop." He whispered, closing his eyes, obviously trying to ignore her touch but failing miserably. 'He likes it.' She cheered victoriously.

Regardless of his protest, he sat up, her name on his lips, grabbed her hand, removing it from its ministrations, and just held it. He kissed her, slowly, sensually, lovingly... His hands splayed over her back, gently traveling from shoulder down. She moaned, loving his attention, but something was nagging at her. Something familiar, and the strongest feeling that something was wrong assaulted her. Sasuke's touch was too soft, too personal, too intimate, too Kakashi. 'Kakashi!' She pushed him back with a harshly barked reprimand. "Don't!"

She should just end it now; tell him to go. She opened her mouth to order him out, but before she could even utter a single syllable she was unceremoniously dumped on her ass. He stood up, totally ignoring her, eyes not even remotely flickering her direction.

She watched mutely, a bit surprised by his treatment of her, as he grabbed at his ripped shirt tsking while he uselessly pulled the fabric together. She may as well have not existed. He didn't look back, say anything, just made for the door to leave. His posture was tall, regal… smug. She resisted the urge to knock him on his ass.

"Typical." She hissed from her seated position on the floor. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to her with a smile that could only be classified as frightening. His eyes were murderous. "Funny. That's what I was thinking." He stated arrogantly, but she could tell he wasn't feeling superior, just attempting to sound that way. She felt nothing from him but anger.

He whipped the door open, allowing it to smack loudly against the wall. Sakura jumped, fully expecting Kakashi to bolt from the bedroom any moment, but she kept her angry gaze trained on Sasuke.

"Perhaps next time I should charge." He suggested stoically without even a glance of acknowledgement in her direction, as if thinking aloud to himself. He was accusing her of using him. 'How dare he!' She fumed, launching herself from the floor, ready to give him the pounding of his life.

Sensing her movement, he whirled around to face her. He didn't move to dodge; just met her heated gaze with a challenging stare, his eyes daring her to attack him. She stopped right in front of him; he raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.

"I hate you." She spat, raising her hand to smack him. He caught her wrist in the air, and held it before his face. "Play time is over kitten." He sneered, speaking the word kitten derisively.

Ever so slowly, a crooked grin spread across his face, still clasping her arm tightly, totally ignoring her struggle. "Liking me isn't… wasn't a prerequisite to fuck me. Was it?" He paused, waiting for his words to register with her. "Next time it will cost you." He sneered, using her captive arm as leverage to roughly pushed her away. Her back smacked against the wall, and by the time she got her bearings he was gone. She had hurt him; she saw it. As much as he was trying to hide it she could sense it.

Why had she acted that way? Why had she provoked him so? She silently wondered. It was almost as if she was purposely trying to hurt him, piss him off… and she'd liked it. He made her insane! She couldn't seem to control herself around him, and half the time she didn't know if she wanted to sleep with him, maim him, kill him, or kiss him. Sometimes she wanted to do all of them at once. She fell to the floor in tears. Everything was so messed up!

Strong hands gripped her shoulders, and Sakura looked up into the sympathetically smiling eye of Hatake Kakashi. "I'm sorry." She whispered, ashamed that she'd cheated on him, afraid of what he'd do, and terribly embarrassed she'd got caught. 'How much had he seen?' She wondered, mortified at the thought that only moments ago had seemed so damned pleasing. Why the hell would she want Kakashi to catch her screwing Sasuke?

"It was time for me to get up anyway." He sighed, joining her on the floor. He gathered her to him and held her. "I knew he would confront you sooner or later. It was only a matter of time. You two were close once you know. You don't even talk to each other anymore…"

He kept talking, but Sakura didn't hear him. She was still stuck on the fact that he didn't know what had really happened between her and Sasuke. He had no idea she'd let Sasuke screw her against the wall. He hadn't seen anything, well nothing inappropriate anyway. Her face reddened at that thought. As far as he was concerned she and Sasuke had just had an argument.

Sakura was very selfishly relieved. He was still hers. "Kakashi." She sighed, burying her face in his shoulder, sobbing.

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself."--Oscar Wilde