Chapter 13-Mature Content Warning

-Hinata's POV-

When I woke up, something hard and warm was beneath me. I could tell I was in a car before even opening my eyes by the way the ground felt under my bare feet.

Where are my shoes?

My eyes cracked open and I saw that I was strewn across someone's lap and my shoes were lying abandoned on the floorboard. Everything still felt like a dream. Every sense was magnified to the point where it couldn't be real. For example, the agonizing aroma of a familiar cologne made the hair on my arms stand on end.

The soft tickle of someone running their fingers through my hair sent shivers down my spine. I let my eyes slide back closed and relished in the relaxing sensation. One of the only memories I had of my mother was her touching my hair like that. It had to be a dream.

The hand continued its melodic movements for a few moments as I slid in and out of sleep until the vehicle suddenly lurched to a stop and I heard a deep voice mutter some words, but I couldn't make out what they said. The hand that'd caressed my hair so gently shook my shoulder firmly. It was as if there was a record scratch and everything calm came crashing down.

My eyes shot open and I sat up, looking around frantically as everything felt abruptly less magical. A wave of dizziness made my stomach tingle as I turned to see a strange man looking back at me from the front seat. A small scream slipped past my lips and the man rolled his eyes before turning away. My vision was still very distorted, likely due to the alcohol, but I managed to comprehend that he was not going to do me any harm.

The world was still very much spinning and I struggled to reach for my shoes, losing my grip and toppling into the spacious floorboard with absolutely no grace. A groan slid past my lips. That same muffled voice as before said something in an annoyed tone, but I still couldn't comprehend the words. I struggled to look at whoever was talking, but a wave of dizziness rolled over me and I decided that getting out of this car should be my first priority.

How did I even get in this car?

Where's everyone else?

Oh God! I'm still in this god damn excuse for a dress.

What's this soft thing I'm wearing over it, though? It smells really good.

The door opened to the backseat and whoever or whatever I was resting on before stepped out. I managed to finally pull myself up into the seat, only to have someone grab my arm and help me stand up with my bare toes curling into the soft grass. A content sigh filled the air and I think it came from me, but I couldn't be certain. The cool earth felt amazing beneath my sore feet.

They said something to the driver before closing the car door so the cab could leave. My eyes struggled to focus on anything but my bare feet, when it struck me once again, that my shoes weren't on them. I whirled around, "My sh-" Suddenly I was laying on my back in the grass and a pair of annoyed black eyes were staring down at me.

Is that…Sasuke?

It was like looking at someone when you try to open your eyes underwater without goggles. You could kind of tell who it was, but the picture wasn't clear.

His next words were clear as day, though, "You got new underwear, Hyuga. Nice."

Annoyance and humiliation rolled through me. Maybe I'd gone shopping and by coincidence purchased some more adult and attractive undergarments after the Uchiha made a comment about my "granny panties" and maybe I didn't. Either way, I struggled to get to my feet while he snickered at my feeble attempt to redeem my appearance.

Finally he'd had enough of watching me suffer and I felt his strong arm wrap around my waist to hold me up. Once I was on my feet, he handed me my high-heels, which I accepted with a frown and a red face.

This is so humiliating.

"I'm only letting you touch me like this because I'm drunk, y'know, " My words sounded a bit slurred, even I could tell.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating slightly, "I know you like it, you told me so."

I glanced at him in confusion as we started walking through the cool grass, "W-when did I do that?" I mean, he was right, but I'd sooner die than admit it out loud.

"At the club. You don't remember?"

The cab had dropped us off a bit away so the paparazzi wouldn't notice us. We were trekking through towards the backdoor entrance of the agency. I remembered how he'd been drinking quite earlier and wondered how he was acting so sober when it was clear that he was quite tipsy at the club. Instead of slurring out a response, I just shook my head and our conversation died down.

When we stepped into the elevator he tested letting go of me and I nearly toppled over, so his grip on my waist quickly returned. His body was so warm that I could feel the heat coming from him even through our clothes. A familiar aroused sensation dropped deep into my stomach and I had to lean further against him to keep my knees from buckling in shock.

We stood in silence, but my memories from earlier in the night were returning and I suddenly recalled how close he'd held me while we danced. The hand that wasn't holding my shoes reached over to hesitantly grip onto the front of his shirt. It didn't help that just thinking about his body against mine was affecting me this much.

What the hell's going on with me tonight?

Why is it so hot in here?

Even if I was aware that what I was doing wasn't normally in my character, I couldn't help but look up at him when the elevator door beeped and opened to reveal our floor. He looked down at the hand gripping his shirt before meeting my eye and we both froze in silence for a second.

One moment I was nearly shaking with the urge to do absolutely anything and everything to quench the heat that was pooling between my legs and in a blink my legs were wrapped around his waist and my lips were dancing against the warm skin on his neck.

Did I attack him?

I didn't know. All I knew was that when my back hit the wall beside his room's door, I'd never felt so physically attracted to anyone in my whole damn life.

This wasn't like how it was with Naruto. With Naruto, it felt pure and perfect. With Sasuke, however, it felt taboo and flawed in only the most tempting of ways. It went against everything the old me would've wanted and that's exactly why I had to have it.

He's different…darker.

One of his hands held me tightly against him while the other fumbled with the keys for a few moments while he tried to get the door open. A sound I didn't recognize slipped out of me as I continued my attack on his jawline. His muscular torso flexed between my legs when he finally got the door open and took back on the full capacity of my weight so he could carry me into the dorm.

I heard him kick the door shut behind him and toss the keys to the side before his other hand reconnected with my body, eagerly memorizing its layout. A wall hit my back and finally he pressed his lips against mine with an expertise that made my mind go blank.

My first real kiss. One where both of us want it.

He pressed his body against mine to help hold me against the wall and he used that leverage to free his hands so he could explore my legs and torso. My own hands found themselves dancing frantically over his body, anywhere I could touch. There was no sound other than our heavy breathing. His tongue suddenly slipped into the passionate kiss we were sharing and my breath hitched in surprise.

He knew what he was doing. It was obvious. My hands found themselves tangled in his hair as our tongues danced. Everything felt so good. I couldn't keep my eyes open, the pleasure was so intense.

My skin's on fire.

His strong arms lifted me briefly as he carried me to what I assumed was his bedroom. My head hit the pillows and I parted my legs so he could slide his body in between them as he descended on me. After some heavy petting, I had to pull my mouth away from his so I could breathe and he dipped down to shower the crook of my neck with hungry kisses.

Something hard was slowly starting to press against my lower regions and I knew what it was. An unbearable wave of attraction climbed my body and a breathy gasp rose from my chest, shocking us both. We removed one another's clothes in a frenzy and found ourselves under the covers.

Calloused fingers explored my bare skin, wherever they could reach and I let my own hands wonder where they willed. I loved the way his muscles flexed under his tan skin and being able to physically feel it happen brought me a greedy sense of success.

"I want to-"

I cut him off before he could finish, "Do it."

Dark eyes danced down my body as he sat back on his knees so he could press my legs further apart and line himself up properly. The moonlight danced over his flawless figure, making the heat in my lower abdomen flare up.

Sasuke slowly slid himself inside, carefully so as not to hurt me. To my delight, I didn't feel a single bit of pain. Instead, I felt a pleasure like none other start to erupt within me when he started moving. His hands rested on my knees as he looked down at where our bodies connected.

It felt so good that I could barely keep my eyes open. After a few moments, a pressure started to tighten up in me that I knew would lead to something wonderful and my body arched up in response. His hands ran up my hips, to my sides, and over my breasts before he placed them firmly on the bed on either side of my shoulders so he could move with more force and speed.

Almost instantly, the bundle of nerves in my body exploded in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. His name left my lips in a rush of pleasure.

Suddenly, the feeling of his body against mine disappeared and I heard him speak from further away, "Are you dreaming about me, Hyuga?"

My eyes shot open.

A sharp pain ran through my head as I struggled to look around the room. Through my squint, I looked up to see Sasuke in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt with a cup of coffee in his hands as he leaned against the doorframe.

What's going on?

There was a knowing smirk on his lips. I glanced down at my body. My arousal failed to completely disappear upon waking up, so I felt very uncomfortable with him staring at me like he was. I was still in the dress from last night and was tangled in a thick black comforter on what I assumed was his bed.

It was just a dream!

A sigh of relief left my lips and the heat of my face nearly had me falling back into unconsciousness. A groan slipped past my lips and I let my head flop back down onto the pillow, "My head..."

The rumble of his very real chuckle met my ears and I could tell the difference between this Sasuke and the dream one.

It was so detailed!

"You look like hell."

I glanced at him from the pillow, glad he didn't have any windows in his room, "I feel t-terrible. What happened last night?"

His smirk disappeared, "Someone slipped something into your drink. You didn't have any keys so I let you sleep here."

I groggily pushed myself up to a sitting position, a hand covering my eyes. I had to ask him. I had to be sure. Nervously, I choked out without looking him in the eye, "D-did we..?"

He nearly choked on his coffee. After swallowing, he smiled that cocky smile and raised a suggestive eyebrow, "You were way too fucked up for that. I'm insulted. Back to my question though, about your dream: was I good?"

I peeked through my fingers at him and rolled my eyes before letting another groan out. My head felt as though it was going to explode. I pushed the blanket off and turned to slide off of the bed, pulling the hem of my dress down so it wouldn't show anything before searching the floor for my shoes.

His bedroom looked nothing like how I'd pictured it in my dream. It was very dark with black pillows, blankets, and curtains. He had an acoustic guitar sitting against the wall next to his desk and I briefly wondered if he was any good at playing.

Finally I located my shoes on the floor underneath his bed and rose to my feet with my belongings in hand. He stepped out of my way as I walked out of the room, intent to get away from him so I could die from embarrassment in peace. Gaara's bedroom door was open, but I could see that he wasn't inside so I briefly wondered where he was.

Just as I was about to walk out the front door, Sasuke stopped me, "Hey, what all do you remember from last night?"

I thought back and had trouble piecing together much. I looked back at him, easily picking up on his curiosity despite him trying to hide his interest with a nonchalant expression, "I remember dancing with Sakura and Ino, but after that it gets b-blurry. Why? W-what happened?" I was overcome with anxiety. Had I made a complete fool of myself in public and just didn't remember it?

He visibly relaxed before shaking his head and taking another sip of his coffee, "I'll never tell." He gave a flirty wink before turning to head back toward his bedroom. Relief flooded my veins as I realized it mustn't be that serious or else he'd tell me.

My body froze as I reached for the door handle. He brought me home last night and made sure I was safe when he didn't have to.

"T-thank you, Sasuke."

He stopped, but didn't turn back around to face me so I continued, "I don't remember w-what happened last night, but I really appreciate you helping me."

My cheeks were burning with nervousness. Would he respond with a sarcastic retort or maybe tell me to knock it off with the "sentimental bullshit", as I've heard him refer to it? He didn't say anything at all, but receded into his room and shut the door behind him. I left their room with a small smile on my face. He didn't have to worry. I wouldn't tell anyone how nice of a guy he actually was if he didn't want me to ruin his badboy image.

"Hinata! Oh my god!"

I was immediately pulled into someone's embrace upon entering the hallway. It was obviously Tenten because of how tightly she squeezed. The young woman never took into consideration that humans had to breathe. She started talking so fast that it was hard to comprehend everything she said, "I was on my date, which didn't go well but I'll tell you about that later, and then suddenly only me and Ino were left at the club out of all of us! Where's Sakura? Have you seen her? Are Sasuke and Gaara alright? What were you doing in their room?"

She gasped loudly and released me so she could bring her hands up to cover her mouth in surprise before leaning down to whisper, "Did you guys have a threesome?!"

Fire erupted onto my face and I pushed her away slightly, too hungover to even try to explain to her how insane of an assumption that was. I started walking towards my dorm and she followed. Just as I was about to open the door, a high pitched scream bellowed from inside and we looked at each other before rushing in.

-Sakura's POV-

The comfort I felt upon waking up was on a level I'd never thought possible. The sheets felt softer against my skin than ever before and there was a warmth enveloping my body so firmly that I didn't ever want to move again in my life.

I took a slow breath. One of my arms was laying over something that smelt so good. My eyes crept open to see what it was and my body stiffened in surprise. My head was resting under the chin of a man. I looked at their neck and chest and tried to keep myself calm.

Had I done it? Did I take someone home and do it? I took a quick survey of how my body felt and other than a slight headache from my hangover, nothing felt different. Maybe it's just a rumor that it was painful the first time…

I bravely took another sniff of the person's shirt and had to admit they smelled very nice. At least I'd chosen someone who had good hygiene. If they smell this good after a night out, I'd done well despite my drunkenness.

It was then that I took notice of my other arm. It was in between our bodies and my fingers were laced loosely with theirs. That seemed a little too personal for a stranger. I slowly moved my hand away from theirs and grit my teeth when they stirred. There was a deep groan as he stretched a bit, and I noticed that his voice seemed low. His other arm that was wrapped around my waist tightened its grip and I was pulled even closer to his body.

Oh, he has a nice body too! It felt firm against mine.

After a second, he froze up as he undoubtedly noticed me. I attempted to appear asleep, scared of what would happen if whoever they were thought I was awake. What if they wanted to do more? I couldn't help but be terrified. There were no memories of last night other than dancing with Ino and Hinata and then sitting down with Gaara and Sasuke.

Oh god, Gaara.

What would he think if he found out I'd done it with someone else! He's definitely going to think I'm a slut. There goes that fantasy. A soft pressure on my forehead drew me from my thoughts. He…kissed my forehead?

My eyes shot open and I pulled back suddenly to look Gaara straight in the eyes. He looked just as stunned as me. It was then that I noticed I was only in my bra and underwear and shot up in shock, losing my balance and falling off the bed with a scream. I felt the mattress move as he undoubtedly lurched to try and catch me and missed. My feet fumbled to get flat on the ground, but when they did I shot up and pulled the blanket over to cover my body from his wide eyed gaze.

A confused yet frantic whisper left me, "Gaara! Oh my god...We did it, didn't we? I'm so sorry!"

He gave me a weird look and seemed about to reply when the sound of the front door opening caught both our attention. We heard both Hinata and Tenten's calls of my name and I quickly had to take action to save both Gaara and I from humiliation. I quickly pulled him towards me and shoved him down to hide on the floor on the other side of my bed. They wouldn't be able to see him from the doorway if he stayed still. He let out a gruff "oof!" as he hit the floor, just in time for my bedroom door to fly open and the worried duo laid eyes on my half-naked form.

I, again, went to cover my body with the blanket, "What the hell, guys! Get out!" The two stood there confused for a moment before Tenten spoke up, "Why did you scream? And why are you half-naked?"

I was acutely aware of Gaara's body between my legs and the bed. I quickly thought up an excuse, "I..I fell out of bed! I must've gotten undressed before going to sleep." It didn't take much to fool Tenten and even if Hinata didn't believe me, she didn't argue as the other popstar changed the subject.

"Okay, but ooh girl! Look at that bra! Where did you get that? I want one. What size are you? Can I borrow it?"

I glanced down at my smaller b cups and then up at her very obviously bigger ones, "Um...I don't think it'll fit you."

She giggled, "Aw, Sakura don't feel bad. You have nice boobs. It's not about size, it's about quality!"

My cheeks started heating up and I knew Gaara would be diverting his gaze from my indecent state with a bashful face. I shook my head, "Whatever, just get out! I've gotta get ready for a shower."

Hinata spoke up and I finally noticed how rough she looked. Her normally perfect hair was messy and tangled down her back and her eye makeup was smeared. There were dark bags under her eyes from an obviously unrestful night. "Sakura, did you get drugged last night?" She sounded cautious in a way that made it clear that she had.

Worry overwhelmed me and I froze. Most of the night was a blur for me. Could drugs be the reason for that? I had drank quite a bit, but not so much that I should be missing memories. "I...I'm not sure."

Tenten looked stricken and she looked between Hinata and I a few times, "Wait, what! What the fuck?"

Hinata looked me in the eye for a moment and I tried to signal to her with my eyes that I needed them to go away. She nodded and pulled on Tenten's arm, "L-Let's make some coffee and then we'll talk."

Tenten glanced back at me before following the shorter girl, "Okay, but you'd best not be lying to me! I'll murder whoever it was. Are you hurt?" Her endless line of questions became muffled as the door shut behind them.

I climbed back onto the bed and wrapped the comforter completely around my body. Gaara stood and put his hands up in defense, "I didn't do anything to you, I promise."

I searched his face for any sign of dishonesty and found none. I nodded and put my head in my hands, "What happened last night?"

He let his eyes wander around my room as he explained, obviously trying to keep himself from looking in my direction, "Someone slipped you and Hinata some spiked drinks. I brought you here and you asked me to lay in bed with you, but nothing happened. We just slept, I swear." Again, I glanced up at him but his face was slightly pink. Something told me he was skipping out on some of the details, but if it were something truly important I know he'd tell me. If it was just going to embarrass me, I'd rather he keep it to himself.

I nodded silently for a moment while trying to come up with a plan to get him out of here without being seen. A plan formed in my head. "Alright, I'm going to go to the bathroom and make a big distraction and I want you to make a run for it while I have their attention, okay? I don't need them thinking we actually did something."

He gave me a blank nod as if he were contemplating how wrongly this could end, but would still do his part. I took a deep breath and gestured for him to close his eyes. He did and I quickly went to my closet to pull out a random outfit before opening the bedroom door and leaving it cracked behind me so when he ran, they wouldn't hear the doorknob move.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tenten checking over Hinata for bruises or any other physical sign of injury, hounding her like a worried mother about accepting drinks from strangers. Little did Tenten know that I was the one to accept the drinks. With a shake of my head, I walked down the hall to the bathroom and sat my clothes on the counter.

This was it: distraction time.

With a deep breath, I let out a shrill scream. The other two came bustling towards me, Tenten with a knife from the kitchen in-hand, "What is it!"

I saw Gaara sprint out of my room and toward the door and I jumped up and down, "There's a spider! It was right there! Kill it! Kill it!"

Tenten and Hinata also let out squeals and sprinted back out of the bathroom just as the front door shut. Tenten hollered, "You're shit outta luck! I'll fight a burglar for you, but I don't do spiders!"

I took a deep breath before pretending to look around at the floor, "Oh! I think it was just a ball of hair. Sorry, guys."

Hinata put a hand to her chest as though I'd nearly given her a heart attack and Tenten started complaining that the two of us caused her too much stress. I gave a light-hearted laugh before shutting the bathroom door, undressing the rest of the way, and actually climbing into the shower after it warmed up. A sigh slid past my lips as the hot water massaged my muscles.

When I reopened my eyes an actually real scream left my lips as I saw a real spider crawling carelessly on the shower wall.