Enjoy.

Sakura gave one last struggle before she turned her head to the side and stared sadly at a lifeless Chiyo.

She could feel Sasori kneel before her. His soft and even breaths tickled her skin, almost making her giggle.

"Why do you not look at me in the eye, Haruno-san?" asks Sasori while gently grabbing her chin and directing her gaze to him.

"Is there any reason to? I'm about to get raped anyway," declares Sakura with a tired and defeated stare.

A chuckle escapes his lips before he inches closer to her face.

"Foolish girl, I won't stoop to that level," says Sasori as he places gentle kisses on Sakura's bare neck.

"Mmm... ahhh..." says Sakura with a moan. Waves of pleasure coursed through her as Sasori sucked on the delicate flesh. He continued to kiss her until he reached her collar bone. He stared her horny expression and smirked.

Sasori places his lips gently on hers, making her gasp. Taking no chances, he dove his tongue into her, exploring her mouth. His hands held her head in place, in case she struggled.

Sakura could feel her body get heated but ignores the feeling and continues to enjoy the bittersweet moment of bliss before her.

Sasori tore away at the puppets that were gripping her wrists and held onto them gently, continuing to pin her to the floor.

As Sasori slowly and reluctantly parted, he stared into her eyes. He placed a hand on her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"Even if we are Akatsuki, we are not vulgar beasts, Haruno-san," says Sasori while slowly removing himself from Sakura.

"What, you're not gonna kill me now?" asks Sakura while sitting up and glaring at the puppet master.

"Do I have a reason to?" retorts Sasori, slightly offended.

Sakura says nothing. She turns away, about to grab Chiyo's body and leave when Sasori appears behind her.

"I will find you, Haruno-san. Until that time, stay alive," he says while placing a kiss on her neck.

In an instant, he disappeared, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

Sakura stood in silence. Then she ran a hand through her short, pink hair.

'What the hell just happened?' she thinks to herself with a sigh. She bought a gloved hand onto the nape of her neck. 'I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?' she thinks with a tired sigh.

Sakura picks up Chiyo bridal style and runs back to Sunagakure, ignoring the warmth she missed when she was with Sasori.