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Please be patient I have been so busy with school.

Bleh I hate it actually but hey I changed my major to teaching.

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This chapter was edited by –Kristine X3-.

Chapter 1: Sexual, Sensual, or Wet Dream?

The woman was beyond gorgeous yet her face was hidden; all that was visible were green eyes piercing the darkness. Soft hands began to undress him though he didn't push this foreign woman away- how odd. The raven haired man found himself comfortable and drunk with lust, so it didn't matter if someone would come in; actually the thought enthralled him even more.

Her mouth was on him.

Tasting, licking, teasing and with every nip his arousal became more noticeable.

First his neck, then his shoulder, his chest, his fingers.

His fingers…

Sucking on them as if they were satisfying what was lacking attention below.

Noticing her gaze transfixed upon him the unknown woman was searching for a sound of pleasure.

Lower and lower she continued to place kisses.

His stomach…and then further down.

Yet his cock still ached as she teased him with her warm mouth.

Although she was yet to disappoint and leave him unsatisfied.

Her warm mouth took him in, gently sucking, as he buried his hands in her soft locks and released moans from the remarkable sensations she was making him feel.

Sasuke could not remember what made him so comfortable around a woman; this woman though he could remember her as not a fangirl, just a woman. Strange he could remember her this time.

Funny that this woman could please him in a way he never thought possible; he was never the type to have a one night fling or any fling for that matter, so what made this unidentified face any different?

Fingers traced up and along his inner thighs while she massaged his balls as she continued to work the magic with her mouth.

His body was going crazy with only one thought on his mind- either have her in him or stop this before he exploded from all the pent up aggravation.

"I…need…ahh," he murmured, "to be in you."

Tossing his head back, he knew he would release soon and drop to the edge of his own cliff if she didn't fulfill him to what he wanted and yearned but most of all needed.

As he requested she was his slave in every way. Tonight it was his turn to have the lead, his turn to want what he knew he desired although too proud to admit it. It was so long, too long, since he actually remembered being around a female.

But why was she always in his mind?

It was all in the past, after years of absence from the small village he was certain she moved on to someone better.

As he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous as he thought of her satisfying another man besides him.

Jealousy from the Uchiha? Was he really jealous?

Unfortunately Uchihas are selfish and what they want they must get. Whether it was power, strength, or women.

Exposed skin, tangled limbs…it was all bliss.

From this point he didn't know how his clothes were gone but they were while he was straddled upon. One thrust and he was inside her tight, wet folds; realizing this woman had yet revealed her face from the darkness.

Their bodies slapped together as he thrust his hips and she moved in synch with him. Nothing could ruin this rush.

No one could tell him what do.

Nothing at the moment seemed to matter.

He was lost and yet found himself as she began to whisper his name in a familiar tone.

"Sasuke…"

Something seemed familiar about the voice. It was soft, childlike, sweet, and full of familiarity. What was it? Who was she?

Noticing she was on the point of climaxing he didn't let go, not until he knew who she was and not until he was satisfied.

This taste of release was fresh and made him even hungrier.

His hands holding her breasts while he kissed her as she came. Her body contracted and he held on to her while he continued to thrust fiercely.

Nothing was holding him back; there were no ties.

His mind raced with fantasies of pink hair, green eyes, a bright smile and he did something he never thought possible, he whispered her name.

"Sakura…"

Sakura, he knew he longed for her in every way possible but they were only genin back then. Preteens ignoring the opposite sex because they were just another annoying girl with a crush.

Yet here he was fantasizing about her, pretending this woman was his former teammate.

Irony would play the best of him because as he thought this he realized that the same green eyes held innocence and hurt. The same emerald orbs he left many years ago.

The thought of her whispering his name, the feel of her body atop of his, and the annoying way she said his name.

"Sasuke-kun."

"Sakura…?"

He felt his orgasm approach like an unexpected rush absorbing every sense he held. Hunger yet to be satisfied, but it would have to do for tonight, just another taste of another woman.

Opening his eyes her face was no longer covered by the shadows but was now recognizable.

Memories began to appear from his past like an old time movie projecting forgotten images.

Everything he worked for he achieved.

Strength reached beyond expectations yet he always felt empty.

After all every thing that held sentimental value was back in Konoha, the small quaint village from his childhood.

Team seven…

The second family he had after the clan was destroyed by another person he once held close to his cold shattered heart.

One person loved him yet Sasuke was blind to actually see that Sakura, the weak girl, would be the woman haunting his dreams every night.

Another dream.

This was all just another one of his fantasies his mind created.

"Sasuke-kun why did you leave me?"

With entangled thoughts, he gazed up at the woman and noticed her face was old and wrinkled. Time caught up little by little and her face drooped while her body resembled that of a zombie with perfect eyes falling out of their sockets.

What would he do?

This had to be a dream right?

Just another dream, another guilt trip, and another sleepless night.

His perfect blossom withering away every second while he remained witness.

Screams.

That's all that filled the quiet night.

Sasuke awoke with a cold sweat and an arousal noticeable through his clothes.

Getting up from his bed he walked to the window, it was small but enough to see the night sky casting a luminous glow around his surroundings.

One goal was achieved.

Orochimaru was gone and he would have to face another threat.

Itachi…

If he knew his brother and the Akatsuki, he knew where they were headed.

If it was up to him, he would have rather stayed in the dream watching time destroy the woman he loved instead of facing his past.

In truth he was scared of seeing his former teammates. Years of solitude made a man think of his regrets, and he thought them countless times.

Sasuke was an Uchiha after all, he had a plan, leaving that night was just part of it, but loving her was never an option.

It was only him.

He would have to move quickly if this was going to work.

Akatsuki wouldn't go back to Konoha until another month so that gave him time to plan out his strategy, and that was to get team seven reunited.

In all honesty Sasuke was strong but he wasn't that strong. He was positive Kabuto would be back with reinforcements but then again that man was full of surprises. Maybe he finally overdosed himself from taking too much experimental meds; he was only hoping.

It was time to move, if he wanted to be in Konoha by daybreak he would have to be discreet, after all he was a missing nin.

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Five pages, I remember when it was 10-15 for NTV oh well…

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-Alicia

Editor's Notes: Phew, made me sweat. –Wink-. Review for her, since I need things to edit (no, not really…-shifty eyes-! –Kristine X3-