Ahem, here's a nice preview of an upcoming chapter of Shades of Grey. Enjoy:

Sasuke shoved her against the wall. The action was rough but not painfully so. His actions seemed fueled more by desperation than violence. Her breath was momentarily knocked out of her as she felt his body press against hers. He was scorching hot, his fingers like small brands that brushed against her arms.

His face was flushed, glowing in the soft neon light of the bar sign. His breath rustled her bangs as he peered into her eyes. His own were slightly glazed.

“…Sakura…” He purred, like a sated cat.

Sakura swallowed, and as she did so Sasuke’s eyes became riveted to her throat, locked there in lust-filled fascination.

“What is it Sasuke?” She kept her voice emotionless, but it trembled slightly. Heat began to boil in the pit of her stomach as his musky scent wafted around her, wreaking havoc on her senses.

“Come to bed with me.” He murmured seductively in her ear, nipping it. A jolt of electricity shot through her body.

“Sasuke…” She began, a hint of breathlessness apparent in her usual monotone. “That isn’t a good idea.”

“Why not?” He gave as much of a pout as was possible for a drunken Uchiha. “You know you want to…”

“Sasuke…” Her tone was one of warning this time, as his hands moved up and down her arms deftly, stroking and caressing her now sensitized flesh.

A part of her was berating herself for even suggesting that she take her team out drinking to celebrate. The other part, mostly incapable of thought at the moment, was melting into a puddle of goo at Sasuke’s nearness, thanking anyone listening that she’d decided to get them all drunk.

“I want to hear you moan my name Sakura,” Sasuke whispered hotly, his nose brushing her jaw line, “I want you to show me all those wonderful things you can do with your tongue.” His voice was rough and husky.

“You’re drunk Sasuke.” She answered back as she slipped out of his grasp with a frustrated sigh.

“Yes,” Sasuke agreed with a drunken smirk as he leaned towards her. “But this way we can blame it on the drink, ne?”

“A nice drunken fuck.” Sakura snorted. “So that we can continue hating each in the morning. An accident.” Her tone was bitter, but it softened as Sasuke’s eyes flickered uncertainly and he stumbled forward. She caught him, letting him lean on her as she began walking in the direction of the Uchiha compound. It was slow work, as Sasuke continued his drunken advancements.

A part of her wondered if it was all an act to gain her trust…while another little voice in her mind was extremely pleased with the fact that he trusted her enough to let his guard down around her, to let her see his weakened state.

“Let’s get you inside.” She finally muttered—more to herself than anyone else—as they entered the Uchiha compound. It was dark and silent, an ominous sight. It unnerved her, and she had the strangest urge to begin filling the windows with potted plants—anything to give it a sense of life.

“Here we go.” She smiled cheerfully as they stopped in front of his old home. “Let’s get you up to your room, ne?”

“Not this one.” He muttered, his tone weary.

“This is your house isn’t it?” Sakura asked confusedly. He nodded before burying his face in her shoulder once again.

“Then why—”

“Too much blood.” He murmured softly into her neck. “Easier to sleep where I don’t know the faces.”

Hope you all liked it. Poor Sasuke-kun...
(C) artwork and Shades of Grey belong to Lady Hanaka
(C) Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke belong to Kishimoto