N/A: This is the last chapter for the second part of the trilogy. Please review and tell me what you think, cause after this there will only be six chapters. So bye;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Taste

Pairing: Kisame/Sakura

Rated: M

Sakura walked into Kisame’s room, that now she owned as well (her clothes were everywhere). She sat gazing out the window; it felt as if she had never even been part of Konoha. Like she had always belonged to Akatsuki, even more to Kisame. Although she thought of her friends, she had found a home here and had love from a man. The door opened and closed, and two hands settled on her waist pulling her shirt over her head.

Hot kisses trailed down her spine, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Sakura turned around and hugged Kisame kissing him deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he pulled her pants off. She rolled her hips, feeling the familiar bulge in his pants. As he placed her on the edge of the bed, pressing a hand to her wet pussy. He pushed away her panties and slid his fingers inside of her.

She gasped and pushed her hips more onto his fingers, wanting more. She would never get tired of Kisame, or what they did. He placed two more to the first, pumping in and out quickly, then slow to torture her. She urged him on with moans and whispers of his name. He tasted his name on her lips as he kissed her. Sakura fell back as her orgasm crashed over her.

Kisame crawled over her body as he placed his knee between her thighs. Putting the three fingers into her mouth, letting Sakura taste herself. She licked the sticky substance from his fingers. Kisame lowered his head onto her forehead kissing her gently. When they broke apart, he gathered her into her arms, there bodies tangled together.

"You know I’m not good with words, right cherry blossom." Kisame said gruffly as Sakura nodded looking up at him. "You also know that we’ve been like this for almost a year…. Now don’t interrupt kunoichi, let me finish. I don’t say this a lot but…. I love you." Kisame held her more tightly to himself, as if she would leave. "What I’m trying to say is…. Will you be my wife, woman?" Sakura cried with happiness as she said yes, and she meant it for those who thought she was crazy.