Summary:I hate parties. They're loud, you get drunk, and then what? You try to get yourself home, and the morning after is even worse. But I can't say this anymore, really. SasuNaruko

Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto. If I did, I wouldn't have to fantasize about Sasuke and Naruto being together. Got it?

Warnings:At this point in time there are mild language and suggestive scenes. Oh! And OOCness. Got a problem? Don't read it.

You have been warned.

That One Party

Chapter One: I'm Addicted

I sighed. I hated parties, especially the morning after. I never really understood why people had to get in order to have fun. I can have fun without getting drunk. But, because I want to be accepted and appreciated, I always go along with my best friend, Sakura.

I turned my head in time to catch her sauntering over to me, drinks in hand, and a crazy smile plastered to her face. "Na-ru-ko!" She cooed as she took the seat beside me. "Here, I brought more alcohol just for you." She smiled even bigger, if that was possible, as she slid the red, plastic cup in my direction.

I grinned back, and lifted the cup to my lips, taking a large gulp. The liquid burned my throat as I swallowed it down and winced. Sakura chuckled at my discomfort.

"Ha ha. Still not used to straight vodka, Naruko?" She asked through her giggles. "Oh yeah! I came over here because the girls," she carelessly waved her hand in the girls' direction where I saw Ino and the rest smirking at me, "think you are being a downer by sitting here all alone. Well, I, being your best friend and all, told them that you were just a little too drunk and needed a time out. They didn't believe me. Sooo, I told them I'd get you to do something obviously more fun and daring than they'd ever do."

I rolled my eyes. "Sakura, what did you get me into this time?"

"Oh, come on, have I ever lead you astray?" she asked me. I stared at her, knowing the incidents were too many to count, but that also without them, I wouldn't be as popular as I was now.

I sighed and she smiled at my sign of giving in. "Okay, so you see the super-hot, raven boy casually standing by the drinks table?" I looked over to the table and immediately locked onto the guy she was speaking about, and man, was she right. He was hot with a capital H, O, T.

"I told the girls you'd walk over to him right now and ask him to go home with you." She finished her instructions and I turned to look at her so fast, I nearly got whiplash.

"What?" I croaked, dumbfounded.

She just shrugged her shoulders. "It's nothing right? It's not like you are a virgin."

"But I am a virgin!" I exclaimed not caring who was listening in on this.

"Well you won't be now. Plus, they don't think you are. 'Member last year when you 'slept' with Kiba at the cabin." she said it all so carelessly, like it didn't have a thing to do with her. It pissed me off, especially since all of these 'stunts' had been her ideas. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was all to get recognition. I was no longer going to be 'dead last'.

"Fine. I'll do it. But only for my reputation." I slammed the rest of my drink back, liquid courage as they liked to call it. I so hope it actually works that way. I got up and steadied myself on the edge on the table. I ran my fingers through my blonde hair a couple times then shook it out, going for the mussed look.

I looked over to Sakura and she nodded, signaling that I looked great and wishing me good luck. I looked at Ino's group and gave them my most confident smirk before heading towards the drinks table. I stumbled slightly and cursed myself for wearing four inch heels.

I smiled one of my winning smiles as I approached the raven-haired teen. "Hey," I said, placing my arm on his shoulder, "can I give you a ride home?"

He turned, surprised, and looked me up and down, assessing me. It gave me the creeps and I had to resist the urge to throw up or walk away. But when he grinned, it melted me.

He leaned into my space. He was close enough to kiss me when he whispered, "Sure, if you can show me what warmth is." His voice chimed like church bells, matching the rest of his angelic beauty, and I wondered what he meant by that.

I shrugged it off though, and hooked my arm with his, leading him out of the party. As we reached the exit, I turned my head and winked at the girls I called my friends.

I brought him to my apartment. The moment we stepped in, he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me senseless. He asked where my bedroom was which I showed him. He took me into his arms and carried me down the hall. When we entered the bedroom, he let me fall onto my bed with him following suit, landing in between my legs. He seemed as frustrated as I was, so I let him make love to me all night. It was hot, intense, and I had never felt so many sensations at once. He made my heart race….

When we finally stopped, completely exhausted, he pulled me against him and whispered into my ear, "Thank you." Again, I didn't understand what he meant.

But, I just shrugged it off and curled into him, falling asleep in his arms.

When I awoke the next morning, his side of the bed was empty except for a folded scrap-piece of paper on the pillow he had used. It read;I loved last night. I hope we can do it again. He had forgotten to add his phone number for me to contact him or even his name. I lay in bed replaying the night's events over and over again in my head. I loved the feel of his silky, pale skin rubbing against my own and his breath on my face. I loved the battle of dominance we ensued for every deep kiss, and I loved how he always won in the end. But most of all, I loved the way my name sounded when he cried it out as he climaxed.

Now that I think about it, how did he get my name without me getting his? I shrugged my concerns away and rolled back over, falling asleep to thoughts about the nameless raven-haired teen.

Months had passed now, and I never heard anything from him. It was beginning to depress me, so I tried to convince myself it was over. When that didn't work, I tried to forget him and that night. But the harder I tried, the harder it was to forget, and I would always remember the way he called my name as he climaxed. The smallest things would remind me, and I couldn't stop thinking about him.

As I walked into the supermarket to pick up ingredients for dinner, I ran into someone with enough force to knock myself on my butt. I rubbed my face and cursed at myself for being so engrossed in thoughts about Him,that I didn't notice where I was going. A hand was suddenly outstretched in front of me and I looked up, apologetically. "Sorry," I said as I grabbed the hand offered to me. It pulled me up and I turned to leave, my face pink with embarrassment. I wasn't paying much attention so when the hand that had helped me up didn't release its grip; I was forced to take a second look.

What I saw shocked me still. The smile fell from my face as I recognized him. The person I had been thinking about as I entered the store, now stood in front of me, holding my hand tightly.

I rubbed the back of my neck nervously as I came to my senses. "H-hi," I stuttered out and plastered a grin back on my face.

He smiled back and said, "I missed you."

His words brought color to my cheeks and my fake smile became genuine. After our short exchange, he offered to make me dinner.

This is how we ended up at my place again, him moaning out my name with his angelic voice and his demonic, lust-filled eyes entrapping my own, as if I were in a trance. When we finished, I curled into him again, and as I fell into a deep slumber, I asked, "What's your name, dark stranger?"

When I awoke in the morning, it was as if he hadn't slept here except there was a note left on the pillow. This time it read;I made you breakfast. It's covered up on your kitchen table. I can't wait to see you again.

I smiled at his loopy cursive and headed to the kitchen looking to enjoy a good meal. But as I exited my bedroom, the doubts pulled at the back of my mind and I wondered,why leave before I wake if you wanna see me again? I sat down and dug in, casting away my pointless worries. The only thought flowing through my head being,I never got his name.

After that lovely encounter at the supermarket, he casually dropped by every once in awhile. He always climbs in through my bedroom window moments before I go to bed, and every time we make love, it's the same, hot and intense and a battle of dominance. The lovely shocks and vibrations he sends up my body and his demonic, lust-filled eyes penetrating my own cobalt blue. I just can't get enough of him saying my name with that angelic voice every time. I find myself wanting more and more. I can't get enough of it. It's official, I'm addicted. He'd never say a word the morning after, and he'd leave through the door. Each time he looked very sad, but he would never give me a reason why.