Dirty Stories

(A/N: This is chapter four...I felt it might be more of a filler chapter, even though I’m trying really hard to stay away from those. I don’t want all the action to happen all at once! I have a feeling you’re all going to enjoy the twist I add to the story. Well, I thought it was ingenious at least hehe, and...Thank-you for all of your reviews; they’re awesome! Enjoy this chapter.)

As soon as the doors to the elevator firmly shut, Sakura’s face broke out into an evil grin. Step one of her plan had been set into motion and unlike the morning’s attempt, this time she completely had him fooled. She had purposely waited for him to meet her in the main foyer of their floor. Then she had unleashed the ‘silent treatment’ plot onto him perfectly.

It had been obvious that he would need her tonight, since she felt the emptiness of lack of sex as well. It was surprising, but also a relief, that he could keep up with her. Her plan would drive him to complete desperation and then he would take her anywhere. It was so perfect she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before.

Frankly, Sakura felt sick and tired about being silent in her sexual fantasies. This was her ultimate chance, and she was headed straight for the goal. Sakura fell asleep that night completely satisfied with herself and with her sanity intact. Sasuke, on the other hand, was close to pulling his hair out. It was insane that he couldn’t motivate himself to work in the office; it hadn’t ever happened to him before.

He must have been contracting Sakura’s tendencies for procrastination. But, now, now the damned woman wouldn’t let him find any sleep either! It was ridiculous! He looked to his digital alarm clock for the hundredth time that evening, irked that only a few moments had passed since the last time he checked it.

While Ino was snoozing peacefully beside him, he was wide awake. For once in his entire marriage, Sasuke was envious of his wife. Well, that was if you didn’t count that she was brought up in a semi-normal household. Man, had she been stupid in marrying him. He hadn’t thought that their marriage would have been that bad at first. She would be his wife, mother of his children, there to take care of him and run the estate while he was working at his company.

It had been utterly shameful to discover that his wife was the exact opposite of what he had envisioned. He could deal with her infidelity, though. She had already born him two sons by the time she had started sleeping around, both of them being his own, and didn’t seem to be losing interest in their marriage. If anyone was going to suffer, it would be their children. God, was this family going to transform into another deranged version of his previous one?

With another, heavy weight to add to his conscience, Sasuke firmly decided it was time for him to get some shut-eye. It was one thirty in the morning, dammit! His body was undoubtedly exhausted, but his stupid, genius mind was still active and running. He stopped himself from telling it to shut up. So, he was more screwed up than he let on, the blame could easily be placed on various people.

He didn’t know what time he actually did fall asleep, but he had a hell of head ache upon waking the following morning. He was late he realized, for the second time in a month. He thought he might need to see a doctor if this continued; as far as he was concerned, there was definitely something wrong with him.

As he prepared himself for work, he noticed several things. His eyes were drooping, his body was lagging, he didn’t have a hard-on, and above all his head felt like it was splitting. All in all, he felt like the average zombie alcoholic, waking up to a killer hangover. Funny, he didn’t remember drinking the night before.

He could hear Ino settling Tai and Shin down for breakfast as he passed the kitchen and stepped into the dining room. The two boys were A-students at their academy and were positively obsessed with soccer. Sasuke felt he could relate to them since he’d been the same way as a child, always trying to live up to certain standards.

He hadn’t wanted to put those in place for his children, but some things couldn’t be helped. He did want his sons to be successful, after all. At least there were no traces of the rivalry between them that Sasuke had felt between himself and his elder brother, which he was grateful for. Ino served them all breakfast and there was little chatter besides the two young boys, who were probably talking about a new action figure or move they had mastered.

He was a bit unsettled though, since Ino would usually be breathing down his neck by now. He glanced over to her as he sipped some of his orange juice, but nothing seemed to be amiss. She caught his gaze and smiled nicely at him.

He couldn’t deny that Ino was a beautiful woman, because she was, but that was all she was. She was solely concerned with herself and her status. The only exception he’d ever seen was with their children. She lavished attention upon them like no tomorrow, which was good in a way since Sasuke wasn’t around a lot of the time.

Being on the topic of not being around brought back more thoughts of his extra-curricular activities with his secretary. Brushing those aside he figuratively put his foot down. He would not dwell on Sakura. With breakfast almost over with, he decided that since he was already late, he might as well drop off Tai and Shin at their academy.

He cleared his throat in order to gain his wife’s attention. “Ino, I think it would be best for me to bring the boys to school today,” he began after wiping his face with a napkin cloth. “P-pardon?” she asked. He looked to her again only to see her shocked and disbelieving expression. He wasn’t that bad of a father was he? “I said, I’ll take the boys to school this morning.” He turned to his sons, “Is that alright?” Their eyes widened excitedly before they both nodded enthusiastically. He looked to Ino once more in question. “Yes, yes, of course it’s alright.” He noted they were all nodding enthusiastically. He supposed that was a good sign that he should be doing this more often.

The way to the academy was relatively normal, if driving to school by chauffeur was normal. Tai and Shin talked to him animatedly, which helped to dash away his doubts about being a disaster parent. “Hey Dad, you are going to work today, right?” Shin asked. Sasuke watched as Tai threw his younger brother an irritated glance. “Shin!” he hissed. He laughed lightly, “Yes, I am going to work today. Why?”

Shin’s excitement was returning and Sasuke felt pity for any and all of his teachers. “‘Cause Tai and me were wondering if you would help us with our plays! It’s no good with just two people! Plus, Tai is boring!” “Shin, it’s Tai and I, and–” “I am not boring! It’s not my fault you can’t keep up with me,” Tai cut in. Sasuke looked over to see said boy leaning over and grinning smugly at his little brother, whom he was sure was pouting. Sasuke vaguely wondered why he had chosen to sit between the two of them in the first place. What had happened to the dream of two well-behaved children?

He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger and thanked God he wasn’t in Ino’s position. “Tomorrow,” he managed between laughing at his sons, “tomorrow is Saturday, so we’ll have all day to play.” Both boys looked at him suspiciously. “Really? You mean you won’t work at all tomorrow?” Great, he had been successfully cornered by a twelve year old and a nine year old. How could he possibly deny their cute, hopeful stares and whiny voices?

He would have to break it to them gently and think of a way out of spending a whole day in the back yard. “We can’t stay outside all day, because Dad does have work to do, but I can do that while you two are busy. . .with your own work.” They both groaned miserably in unison. They knew what that meant: homework. Smirking to himself, Sasuke looked ahead as the school came into view.

The vehicle pulled up to the school gates and the brothers stepped out, only to clustered by other students rushing inside as the bell sounded. Sasuke instructed the driver to take him to the office, even though he had wasted some of the morning hours already and only felt slightly better than when he woke up.

He supposed he could call in and stay home, but that would leave the work on his desk to pile up higher than it already was. Besides, he had to prepare himself and the company for the new changes it would undergo and the attention it would gain after Itachi and their father’s advertising company signed on. Reluctantly he admitted that he did indeed have a lot of work to do.

When he finally did make it up to the top floor, he was glad to see that the office atmosphere was perfect for him to begin working. Sakura was preoccupied and he would be too, soon enough. As soon as he drank some coffee. He paged the front desk, “Y–es?” Sakura asked, apparently still busy. “Ah, could I have some coffee, please?” “Mmm, yeah, one sec. I’ll be right there.” He wondered what she was doing to sound so busy before shrugging it off; he didn’t really care as long as she was working productively. A knock on his door came more quickly than he expected. “Come in,” he said plainly, not looking up from the paper in front of him.

All of the previous night, Sakura had been thinking of ways to get under her boss’ skin, but obviously her creative side had decided to take a vacation without any notice what-so-ever because she couldn’t find any inspiration. So, she decided to stick with the aloof and reserved yet polite attitude. She knew he knew it wasn’t like her and it would piss him off eventually, at least that was what she hoped would happen. Until then, she would lie in wait and try her best to maintain her new facade.

Oh man, this was going to be one hell of a day. She prayed that one day would be enough to get him to crack. She stepped into his personal office quietly, as not to disturb him, and placed the coffee on his desk. She then gave him the files that had been sent from God-knows-where to him.

He thanked her and she left the room a bit disappointed, but not discouraged in the least. He was probably just too absorbed in his work to notice the difference in her attitude. Perhaps he just didn’t care? Sakura slouched in her office chair at the thought, suddenly feeling very foolish and annoying. Oh well, she wouldn’t be humiliated by it if he didn’t notice, so she would persevere until the end of the day to see if he would react at all.

It worked, and by mid afternoon Sakura could almost feel the tension building in the office; all coming from her boss. It was just so much fun to tease him. He was under some sort of stress that she couldn’t figure and it confused her to no end. Everything in the office had been running smoothly and he couldn’t have that much work to do. She also knew she was only adding to his load of problems by playing it cool. So she was a bit of a bitch, a girl had to have fun once in a while.

Besides, since she was sleeping with her married boss, she might as well act like the seductress she was. She also found that being serious wasn’t that difficult, but she was by herself most of the day so maybe that was why. She really hoped he would break under the tension soon, or she would have to resort to self-pleasuring again. The idea didn’t seem as appealing as rolling around in the sack with an extremely sexually-frustrated Uchiha.

It was almost six when Sakura decided to throw in the towel and head back to her apartment. Staying up late at night really wasn’t helping her working habits at all, especially when she stayed up late thinking about a man she saw every single day. Sheesh. Not only was she tired, but she could definitely hear her stomach rumbling which was not a good sign.

So much for skipping lunch to maintain her waist line. She could go for a nice hamburger or pizza or perhaps if she wasn’t too tired when she got home she could whip up something tasty. Her thoughts were really not helping the situation. Sakura sighed and logged off her desktop computer before slowly standing up.

She didn’t have to tell Sasuke she was leaving, but she thought it would be much more fun to ‘coldly’ tell him she was going home. Hold the phone! She should just leave without telling him! The idea was so perfect she almost let out an evil cackle. Grinning like an idiot, Sakura then pivoted on her heel and walked in the opposite direction toward the twin set of elevators.

She pushed the button beside the doors on the wall, and waited, hoping all the while that Sasuke wouldn’t emerge from his office to catch her in the act. She froze with panic as she heard the faintest sound of a door swinging open echoing down the hallway before mentally slapping herself. How could she have thought to escape her boss while under his calculating watch?

Sakura lightly tapped her foot while biting her lower lip in anxiety and willed the elevator to get it’s ass up to her floor, and fast. The sound of her boss’ Versace leather dress shoes was becoming louder against the tiled covered floor. With her fingers crossed and eyes tightly shut, Sakura waited for him to meet her in the foyer with one of his snarky remarks, with a lecture sure to follow. Instead the elevator dinged just in time and she quickly bustled inside and closed the doors before selecting to go to the main floor.

Sakura released a deep sigh of relief and slumped against the wall behind her. That had really been too close. If she had been caught, she wouldn’t know how explain her early departure. It didn’t hurt that Sasuke was also extremely perceptive. He would see through her ploy in an instant, and Sakura didn’t want to blow her cover just yet. After all, there were only a few instances during which one saw Uchiha Sasuke frustrated and vulnerable.

Sakura reached into her purse and pulled out her compact mirror since she had nothing better to do while inside the stupid elevator. She powdered her face and spread some lip gloss evenly across her lower lip before rubbing both together, all without noticing how close the elevator was to the ground.

Sakura snapped the case shut and shoved it randomly back into her purse, not bothering to do up the zipper. The doors slid open and Sakura made ready to get out only to walk into her number one idol! Itachi...! What in God’s name was he doing here so late? He should probably still be working all hours at his own company, she thought wryly.

Okay, so she would play it meek and respectful to quickly pass him by without catching his attention. Keeping her eyes glued to the floor she made to step off the platform, but stopped when she felt their shoulders slightly touch. She felt a shudder run through her deprived body and wondered how God could possibly choose this moment to torment her. Life really was not fair for her. She glanced up coyly to meet his gaze. “Oops,” she said clumsily, “sorry about that, Sir.” His expression didn’t shift from its usually stoic position and she worried that perhaps her boss had told him of some bogus story about her.

Wonderful. Now, she was stuck in a potentially dangerous position with one of the hottest men on earth. Inside an elevator. Thank goodness for video surveillance, otherwise she may have had some difficulties controlling herself. After seemingly analyzing her, without checking her out unfortunately, he met her eyes once more. “Ms. Haruno, I presume?” He said more than asked. Oh, he was good, she’d give him that, but the again, who could so easily forget a person with her color of hair?

“Ah, yes, you remembered, Sir,” Sakura answered. His very presence was almost overwhelming and she could smell his divine cologne lingering in the space between them, but she willed herself not to swoon in his presence. For someone who was undeniable attractive, he sure had an odd personality, but hey, everyone had their quirks. “My little brother’s secretary. . .” He continued musing as if she hadn’t said anything at all. The elevator doors closing vaguely passed her attention, but she was positive he was fully aware of everything around him, even with his two, beautiful eyes firmly set on her. She mentally felt a deep sense of pity for any woman who fell for this guy. So far, Sakura felt as if she were being lulled to sleep. Boring.

The only factor keeping her conscious was the sexy-ness that seemed to ooze from all over his body. He continued to study her and she did likewise, for separate reasons of course. She was completely lost in his deep, bottomless eyes that reminded her so much of Sasuke’s. She held back a sigh of sweet bliss, from only standing in front of the man, fully clothed.

She was definitely too curious for her own good. She took careful notice of his delicate skin and perfectly sculpted facial structure. Sakura felt that she would either fall through the floor or melt into a puddle at his feet. He narrowed his eyes slightly and she felt a tingling sensation that was practically too good to be ignored. Did all the Uchiha’s have to be so damn charming?

Sakura felt her cheeks flush under his scrutiny. The man nearly put her under a spell with his gorgeous demeanor. She dearly hoped that she wasn’t drooling. The silence was so deafening and utterly confusing that Sakura could hear her heart drumming against her rib cage almost excitedly.

She took his silence as an opportunity to make her exit from the awkward situation. “If you’ll kindly excuse me, Sir, I have to leave.” She told him with a polite smile. He only produced a slight nod in her direction before pressing the button on the side panel to open the elevator doors again. She turned and walked out of the confined space they had shared, attentive to his following gaze that bored into her back.

She shivered slightly once she was outside, whether from the sudden change in temperature or Itachi’s intensity, she wasn’t exactly sure. Sakura sincerely hoped all of her idols weren’t so damned confusing. She shrugged it off, though, he had probably had a tiring–and boring–day at the office. Not even she, Haruno Sakura, an out-going and outrageous woman, was up for socializing after work unless it involved an apple martini and an enticing male specimen.

After unlocking her car and placing herself into the driver’s seat, she felt all the weight of the day fall upon her. She felt so exhausted that time traveled even slower as she pulled the seatbelt around her and pushed her key into the ignition. She idly dumped the idea of the martini package and just prayed that she would get home without totaling her car so she could get some sleep. Perhaps taking it slowly had been a poor choice, since Sakura didn’t make it home for another hour during the congested traffic.

Tiredly, she fixed herself a small dinner before taking a quick, hot shower and flopping onto her fluffy bed, all without completing any of her ‘homework’. It didn’t really matter much, because she could do it on the next work day, which happened to be a Monday. A whole weekend without even catching a glimpse of her boss’ hot ass and cocky smirk. Sakura felt anxious, extremely frustrated, and relieved.

There were just some qualities that Sasuke sure could do without. She could still taste the faint traces of sauce from her meal and outwardly, as well as rather loudly, cursed at her forgetfulness into her pillow; bad breath was a huge no-no. Sighing comfortably, Sakura relaxed into the well defined grooves of her bed and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming that she and her boss were together on cloud number nine.

Sasuke stood at the large window at the far side of the room, staring blankly at the bustling city. A whole week had passed since Sakura had decided to practically ignore him, and it was beginning to affect his sanity. At first, he had barely even acknowledged the lack of her bubbly nature, but by mid-week the office building had been dull and absolutely the last place on earth he wanted to be. He didn’t know if she was purposely imitating and mocking him or if something was bothering her. Either way, he was clueless as how to approach her; he had no problems seducing her, but he definitely was not her teddy-bear.

Since it was early in the morning, Sasuke knew that his secretary would be at his door promptly to give him the daily updates and reports, as she did each and every morning. However, this morning, Sasuke was even more aggravated and agitated than the previous one. He had been deprived from the carnal pleasures in life for far too long, and once he had finally found a reliable source to relieve the tension, she had chosen to put him on a God-damned leash!

Sasuke’s thoughts returned to Sakura’s absurd behavior. The more he considered it, the more it seemed that she was teasing him. He knew her like an open book, like the back of his own hand, and she was definitely not a serious person by any means. Professional, perhaps, but never serious. She always wore that stupid smile, and not to mention, it was almost difficult to take someone with pink hair seriously. Something was most definitely up and it was constantly eating away at him.

A gentle knocking sounded on the wooden door that separated the rest of the floor from his office. It was her and unusually right on time, too. He pushed back the urge to shout at her, and instead cleared his throat. “Come in,” he said, using the same deadpan expression as always. He watched very carefully as she twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Her eyes were downcast and her dress was more formal than usual. She brought in his coffee without being asked and set it on the desk. He glanced back outside the window where he saw her reflection marring his perfect view of the world below them. He listened keenly as she lamely gave him his messages. Like he cared about that.

Even her reflection appeared solemn. Her voice was not accompanied by any gestures or expression and Sasuke closed his eyes in attempt to force his frustration away. She was supposed to be annoyingly cheery and lighthearted, not austere and poker-faced! For God’s sake, he wasn’t even paying attention to the words forming on his perfectly shaped, moist lips.

He clenched his fists and felt his nostril flare. He would get to the bottom of this, if only to peacefully return to his ever-so-steadily increasing pile of work. He felt a vein pop in his forehead and the subdued feeling of twitching in his face. He could not possibly bare it any longer! However, Sasuke failed to notice the shrinkage of space between them, and turned around to face her directly.

Without any self-control or restraint left within himself he grabbed onto her upper arms, so suddenly that she gasped and her head snapped in his direction. She was frozen, like a deer in headlights, not making the slightest movement to set him off further. Unfavorably for Sakura, Sasuke was far too gone to regain any and all composure. He smashed his lips against hers in an almost bruising, and equally desperate manner. Her surprise gave him the most ultimate advantage and he slipped his tongue into her hot mouth.

Though still stuck in a deep lip-lock, Sasuke slowed himself down enough for her to react. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut and squeezed tightly before she returned his kiss with just fervor. Sasuke also closed his eyes before relaxing his grip and she instinctively snaked her small arms up and around his neck, bringing him closer to her for better access. He kissed her so urgently he worried he might accidently cut her lip, which surprisingly made him want to kiss her more, and harder. He had his hands tightly placed on her hips, but was instantly peeved at their excess in clothing.

They pulled apart for some much needed air, but didn’t separate completely, which left them face to face and very close to each other. Her lips were blood red from his lavishing abuse upon them and her cheeks were deeply flushed. They looked into each others’ eyes for what seemed like minutes, both trying to catch their breath. Sasuke gulped to relax himself before speaking, but she beat him to the chase. “Tonight. . .” She began between small gasps for air, and he could only nod in agreement, though inwardly he had been hoping for then and there. “We can go out for dinner, if you’d like, and then crash at my place.” Sakura offered, “I know a somewhere nice, near my apartment.” He barely considered it, he didn’t mind, as long as he got some much needed sex! “Yeah, sounds good,” he replied in a low, guttural voice that he was sure sent shivers down her spine.

The rest of the day their entire floor was buzzing with anticipation and sexual chagrin that literally hung in the air between them. Sasuke smugly noted that she couldn’t even look him in the eye without biting her lip or blushing. The seconds, minutes, and hours couldn’t pass by quickly enough for Sasuke, who surprisingly worked progressively for most of the afternoon, clearing off a large portion of his desk. He mentally shrugged, he was Uchiha Sasuke after all, a genius, bested only by his older brother and maybe their father, but he would rather that his family weren’t involved at all in his level of intelligence.

At quarter past seven, not only was Sasuke starving, but he was bored and all but dying to melt into Sakura’s beautiful curves. It seemed that Sakura shared his exact thoughts because soon after she virtually barged into his office. Her hair looked a bit ruffled near the top and she was clearly in as much need as he was. She sucked in a deep gulp of air and shrieked, “If we don’t leave right now, I’m going home! Alone!” He almost burst out laughing, but since it was no laughing matter, he silently shut off his computer, rolled away from his desk, stood, and walked over to join her in the doorway. Her eyes were fiercely focused upon him and he figured it would be the worst mistake of his life not to have sex with Sakura. “Shall we?” He commented slyly.
She narrowed her gaze at him before tipping up her nose and turning away, allowing him to guide her out of the room. He almost forgot to lock the door in his fuzzy state of mind and mentally slapped himself awake. Blinking a couple of times, he followed her disappearing figure down the hallway and into the elevators. In the parking lot, their cars were conveniently parked near each other and they easily got in and made to leave. Sakura seemed extremely eager to have dinner over with, since she pulled up to his car before he could finish fumbling with his damned keys.

The rolled down their windows in sync. “Just follow my car, alright?” she reminded. He silently prayed the restaurant she suggested was half decent, considering how hungry he was. He nodded briskly toward her and started his engine. The drive to wherever they were going wasn’t too far away from their facility, which Sasuke was partially thankful for. He followed Sakura into a semi-crowded parking lot that lead to a rather expensive looking complex.

There was one thing missing, however, there was no restaurant. He observed as she carefully parked around someone else’s vehicle and stepped out of her own. She walked over to the passenger side of his car and tapped lightly on the window. He rolled it down a bit and she rolled her eyes. “Let me in, silly,” she said, “it’s easier just to take one car. You can drop me off at home afterward.” He nodded in comprehension, though he did not take her name calling lightly, and unlocked the door for her. She directed him to a restaurant that was called “Ronaldo’s Grill”.

The architecture appeared to be a recreation of a European villa and was located in a fairly residential area. So it seemed Sakura did have good taste after all. He got out of his car and walked over to Sakura’s side, and noticed she had intelligently lost her suit jacket, which left her in a white blouse and a black skirt that hugged her body in all the right places. The interior of the building was dimly lit, but the dinner was pleasant and Sasuke was never so glad to share a quiet dinner with a woman as he was with Sakura. They did make polite conversation, though Sasuke was, at that point, giving more attention to her assets than her words.

She seemed to take notice of his ‘distraction’ and decided to play along. She repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs only to re-cross them again shortly afterward. She played the stem of her wine glass and passed him knowing glances that almost had him rubbing his eyes in surprise. Who knew Sakura, of all people, had a risky side to her personality? He knew she wasn’t drunk; he’d seen her that way before, too. He could have sworn he signed the check with one hand while his eyes were still trained on her.

They left the restaurant, but Sakura was walking in the opposite direction of his car. He reconsidered; maybe she had a little more to drink that he had originally thought. He smirked at her, “Where do you think you’re going, Sakura?” She spun around excitedly and he could see her pouting the closer he got to her. Uh-oh. This couldn’t be good. “Ple–ase! I know this park near by, I just want to walk for a bit! We are going to do ‘it’ tonight, so what’s your rush?” Sasuke would have liked to say he had a family to go home to, but they didn’t expect him home at this hour yet anyway.

She was returned to her bubbly self sure enough. She grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers with his as they walked through the ‘small’ park. He couldn’t curb his curiosity any longer. “Sakura, exactly how often do you visit this park?” She smiled up at him reassuringly, which did very little to reassure him, “Oh! Lots of times! I used to jog around here, back when I was–ehm, uhm–married.” He felt only slightly more comfortable. “Sakura, did you ever come here at night?” He asked. They were shrouded in a grove of trees, and although he didn’t see or hear anyone, Sasuke couldn’t help but feel slightly cautious.

“Pshhh! So that’s what you’re worried about,” she laughed at him and looked up to meet his gaze before smiling sweetly. “What, don’t you trust me?”She asked jokingly. He grinned at her playfulness “No,” he replied. Her mouth formed an offended ‘O’ and her eyebrows drew together before she snapped her head forward again and pouted. “Well I’ll be. You know that society’s in danger when the boss of a huge company doesn’t trust his personal secretary!”

He chuckled at her and retorted, “That’s exactly the point, you’re my secretary, not my body guard.” Sakura stuck her tongue out at him and before she could react he took advantage of her absent-mindedness and kissed her softly. She gasped and pointed a finger at him accusingly, “That’s the second time you’ve done that today, Sasuke.” He shrugged it off. “It’s your own fault for not being prepared. Besides, what else am I supposed to think when you stick your tongue out at me?” She opened her mouth in shock again. “Awh! You’re insufferable, Mr. Uchiha.”

He laughed at her in response before leaning in closer, “But you’d want me to do it to you again wouldn’t you? Yeah, I’m thinking right about. . .now.” Sakura tilted her face to meet his half way and they kissed. She couldn’t jump up and wrap her legs around his waist like he’d envisioned her doing, though, unfortunately. The slowly moved until Sakura’s back brushed up against a tree and she nearly screamed in fright.

He smirked at her again, “Shhh, it’s only a stupid tree.” She conceded to his control and he began to feel up the front of her body. She broke it off between then and shook her head, returning his trademark smirk. “Nuh-uh, not like this.” Sasuke didn’t quite catch her meaning and she sighed heavily before turning so that her back face him and leaned against the tree. Her logic dawned on him and he could feel the beginnings of desire coiling in his loins.

He leaned in closer and began tracing feverish kisses and love bites on her neck and relished in her satisfied sighs. He reached into his pocket to pull out a rubber. They’d have to make this a quickie, then, which was alright, since some sex was better than none at all. His hands felt around blindly in all of his pockets until he came to the conclusion that he had stupidly forgotten to bring any condoms with him. He had originally planned that Sakura would have some in her bathroom cabinet at her apartment, but now they were in the bush, frantically trying to get off.

“Fuck,” he whispered and loosened his hold on her waist, as nearly all the excitement flushed from his body. Sakura turned her head to look at him from the corner of her left eye. “Wha–t? Why did you stop?” She panted. “Shit, Sakura I don’t have a condom with me, I fuckin’ forgot them.” He was kicking himself big time and could already feel his frustration returning, this time tenfold. He was brought out of his stupor by a series of amused giggles.

He quirked an eyebrow at her, though if she could see it in the darkness or not, he couldn’t tell. “What the hell is so funny?!” He demanded harshly, still whispering. She paused mid-giggle to sigh at him. “Oh, baby, don’t worry about that. C’mon,” she taunted, wiggling herself under him. “Have you absolutely lost your mind?!” He hissed back at her, his mind not fazed in the least. She grew more serious and her gaze on him sharpened.

“Urgh, I’ve been taking birth control for years, stupid! And no, I haven’t lost my mind,” she paused to dart her tongue out across her plump lips and gave him a sexy-dangerous look, “yet. . .” She had turned up the heat another fifty degrees and he tightened his grip on her once more, crushing her further into the trunk of the tree.

She groaned as he felt her through her sheer blouse. “Sasuke, mmm, Sasuke, talk, uh, talk dirty to me–e!” She managed in a husky voice, only furthering his revived and painful erection. He pushed her hard against the tree and watched as her right cheek rubbed roughly against the loose bark, and her fingers digging into its grooves. He let out a deep chuckle, “You like that, you dirty little bitch?” She let out a stressed and contained moan. Sasuke realized her wouldn’t get any access with her knee-length skirt in his way and found his way to its zipper at the base of her back.

With one hand undoing her skirt, the other traveled its way under her shirt and bra to cup her breast. He twisted her nipple boldly and Sakura was left to gasp for air. “Mmm, yes! I like it like that Sasuke, hurry, I need you.” He smirked; it was almost as if she were asking for it. “Oh no, bitch, I’m nowhere near finished with you, yet.” She groaned and squirmed under his touch. Now she was clad in only a half-buttoned shirt and undergarments, her skirt around her ankles and stiletto clad feet. He vaguely wondered where the hell her pantyhose were.

As for himself, Sasuke only intended to unzip his slacks and pull down his boxers, which left him covering her incase someone happened to wander by them. His hands teased her breasts some more before dragging themselves down her stomach and to her hip bones where he squeezed her. By this time, Sakura could only whimper in desperation as Sasuke took his sweet, painful time pleasuring her. He felt her panties which were already slightly damp and fondled her between the silky fabric. She choked on air as he barely touched her most sensitive area. He could tell she wanted, no needed more.

“You want some more of this, you smutty whore? Hmm?” He waited for her to moan her request before rewarding her with a slightly heavier pressure. “Mo–ore!” He thought he heard her croak to him. Sasuke could hardly believe how much pleasure he was receiving from only teasing her. He laughed a bit more at her struggling body. He could see the sweat forming on her face. “I want you to beg for it then, whore.”

He drew his index and middle finger from her clit to her hole before making circular motions around it, while cupping himself with his other hand. “Oh, please! Uhn, Sasuke! Give me all you’ve got, baby!” She begged. He bent over toward her ear, “There’s a good bitch,” He whispered huskily to her before roughly plunging his two fingers into her through her panties. Sakura moaned loudly, obviously forgetting where they were for an instant. “No, no, don’t do that. Not like that,” she said hoarsely. He grinned at her in the moonlight. “Why not, bitch? I thought you liked it like that?” He said still pumping her with his fingers, barely biting back a groan of his own.

“Because,” she started, “If you do I’ll, I’ll. . .”

“What will happen if I do this, whore? Hmm?”

He stopped to almost rip her underwear from around her hips to join her skirt at the ground. He deftly unzipped his pants and his member sprang free of its restraints. He guided it to Sakura’s cunt and teased her with it before entering slowly, savoring her tight, hot body. He clenched his eyes tightly and began to pump wildly into the woman beneath him. They were both lost to the world that continued to revolve around them and no more words were made out through the various moans and grunts from either of them.

“Sasuke, Uhn, I’m–I’m coming!” Sakura uttered before reaching her orgasm with sheer delight. Sasuke froze as he also released and emptied himself into her before placing an almost chaste kiss on the back of her neck. She gave another grunt, as she was still grasping for control of herself before collapsing against the tree, mostly nude. As his heart rate slowed to just about normal he pulled up his boxers and redid his pants before stepping away from the grove to give Sakura some space.

Even though it was pretty dark, she looked heavenly under the slivers of moonshine. She gracefully pulled up her panties to cover herself from the night’s chill and re-buttoned her blouse. She then pulled her skirt up over her legs and hips just enough to tuck in her shirt. She spread out the wrinkles and dirt off of herself as best she could and Sasuke turned away so that if she glanced at him, it would look like he had given her some privacy; he almost snorted, at least whatever privacy could be had in a public park.

She calmly cleared her throat and he took it as his cue to turn around. He was slightly stunned that her hair was wrapped up in a neat bun and that her makeup had been expertly reapplied. Sometimes his secretary could be very frightening. He smirked in her direction and she began to make her way toward him, all without tripping over a root or twig. He was simply amazed. She looked up at him expectantly and he guided her back through the park, looking as innocent as they had upon entering.

Sasuke drove her home and decided that since no one he knew would spot him near Sakura’s place, he would walk her to the front door. He turned off the engine and opened the door for her before walking with her to the front entrance to the complex. She turned around to face him with a smile. “Are you coming up with me?” She asked casually. Oh, how he wanted to go with her, but life was life, and he had to return to reality sometime.

He shook his head slowly, as if to convey the message that he wasn’t sure he didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t. She nodded, not appearing to be discouraged or upset in the least. “I figured as much. Here, I’ll give you my number.” She fumbled with her purse and Sasuke was just about to tell her not to worry about it at all, but she quickly scrawled down the digits and ripped the strip of paper off before handing it out to him. He reached out to take it from between her delicate fingers. “Incase you ever, ah, need to see me. ‘Kay?” She smiled cheekily at him and turned her attention to the door to the building. He glanced down at the number and lazily shoved it into his suit jacket pocket.

Sasuke looked back up to Sakura’s form as he could clearly hear her fumbling with her keys. “Sakura,” he called and she slowly pivoted to face him, “Thank-you.” She smiled sincerely and nodded before approaching him again, leaving her keys in the door. She cupped the side of his face and he tried to figure out what she was up to, as she continued to wear the same smile. She crane herself and surprised him with a peck on the cheek. Sakura slowly removed herself and backed away. “Good-night, Sasuke.” She said, and went inside the apartment building.

The drive home was exhausting for Sasuke’s body, but his mind was on all corners of the world. He couldn’t help but notice how much more casual he acted around Sakura and how whatever was between them was changing. As soon as he pulled into the driveway he could see the flickering light from the living room, which meant someone was waiting up for him, and he knew that someone was most likely Ino.

He felt slightly remorseful for not having the energy to talk with his own wife, but he felt extremely relieved to see her sleeping peacefully on their luxury couch. He turned off the cable and television before heading up the staircase to the master bedroom. He practically threw off his clothing and took a nice hot shower before going to sleep in his king-sized bed.

As soon as she couldn’t hear the sound of her husbands footsteps shifting around on the second floor, Ino’s eyes snapped open. She’d waited up for him again, but she knew he hated when she did that so she had feigned sleep to confuse him. She had heard his deep sigh of relief as he neared the sitting room and couldn’t help but feel slightly upset. She made her way up the stairs and into their bedroom where she saw Sasuke sprawled out across the bed in naught but his sexy checkered boxers.

The bathroom light was still on from his shower and Ino could see that his suit would be wrinkled if it were left sloppily on the chair to her vanity table. Another thing she would probably be blamed for. She sighed quietly and reluctantly moved over to that side of the room. She picked up his clothes and shoes and made to put them away properly in their massive walk-in closet. She continued walking until she heard a crinkling sound and felt something under her left foot.

Her eyes immediately snapped over to Sasuke’s form to make certain he was still sleeping. When she was sure he was, Ino looked down to see what she had stepped into. It hadn’t been there on the floor before, so she assumed it had fallen out of her husbands work clothes. She picked up the wrinkled piece of paper and looked at the number written on it.

She did not recognize the number, but it was probably only one of Sasuke’s client’s. After hanging up his suit, Ino placed the paper into the top drawer of her vanity and decided to give it to her husband the following day, since it was a Saturday. She didn’t feel like sleeping on the couch and Ino knew Sasuke would just assume she came up in the middle of the night. He knew she was a light sleeper. Already in her nightgown, Ino carefully slipped into bed beside her husband and fell into a deep and much needed slumber.

The next morning, when Ino awoke, she found herself alone in the huge bed. She scrambled off the bed once she saw what time it was and over to her makeup table to primp herself for the day. She idly wondered how she had slept in so late. She walked over to the massive window and opened the dark curtains to reveal the bright sunshine. Below her in the backyard, she could see Sasuke, Tai, and Shin playing soccer. Ino’s eyebrows furrowed in thought as she remembered the phone number she had found the night before.

It couldn’t be another woman’s number, could it? No! She had already convinced herself that although she was not faithful to their marriage that Sasuke would not break his sacred vows. Still, curiosity never hurt anyone, and she wasn’t exactly prying into his business by innocently dialing a phone number she found. Ino rushed over to her table, roughly pulled open the drawer, and retrieved the number, her hands trembling all the while. She reached for her mobile phone and punched in the digits before pressing the ‘send’ button.

The tone dialed and dialed and dialed, but no one picked up. Finally Ino began to hear an answering machine. “Hey, you’ve reached Haruno Sakura, I can’t take your call right now. . .” Ino’s eyes widened at the feminine voice, “and I’ll get back to you, ASAP! Bye, now.” She pushed the ‘end’ button faster than ever and was left panting heavily as her mind struggled to remember where she’d heard that name before. Who was she to Sasuke? Wait, she almost had it. . .She was Sasuke’s secretary! But, but what was he doing with her home number?

Determined not to take any chances of letting some crack-whore steal her husband away, she decided to call her little friend to help her out. She leaned against the wall and slid down until she was sitting on the wooden flooring as she listening to the phone dialing again. “Hello? Yes, can I speak to Mr. Neji Hyuuga, please? Uh, yes I’ll hold.” Ino waited for her friend to pick up the phone, “Why, hello, Neji, yes it has been a while hasn’t it? Well I have a job for you if you’d be interested. . .Uh huh, well I have reason to believe my husband is cheating on me and I’d like you to monitor him for the next little bit. How does that sound? Hah! Make it worth your while? Of course, you name the price, darling. . .Thanks, Neji, you’re a doll! Bye-bye!”

She would make Ms. Sakura’s life a living hell yet, even if she had to humiliate both she and her husband to do it. No one, absolutely no one, messed with Uchiha Ino and got away with it. Not even her own husband. She let out a maniacal laugh and angrily ripped up the paper into tiny pieces; exactly how she vowed to rip Sasuke’s secretary’s life up. She then deposited the shreds into the bin on her right and left the room for another day of mothering, lounging, and best of all, some shopping to alleviate the pain of discovering her Sasuke’s dirty little secret.

(A/N: Please R&R and check back soon for an update. Thanks!)