Just a short drabble, inspired by this awesome Sasusaku fic Postulate, by my favorite author, Fiercest. Enjoy! R&R!

Without worry

Sasuke woke up to the feeling of numbness in his right hand. Startled, and afraid that he had somehow been poisoned, Sasuke's eyes flew open and he sat up, tensing reflexively. With some surprise, he noticed a pink head resting on the mattress next to his arm. Sakura's hands clutched tightly at his own pale right hand, as if she was desperately trying to ensure that he would not run away while she was asleep.

A feeling prickled at Sasuke's heart. How could she just sleep there, right next to him, the traitor and the murderer, with such a peaceful and contented expression on her face? It was like she was happy, with Sasuke just being there. "Sakura..." Sasuke murmured involuntarily, his other hand reaching forward to caress Sakura's pink locks.

"Huhh..." Sakura stirred awake at the sound of Sasuke's voice. She released his hand ("Finally," Sasuke thought) and sat up, yawning sleepily. "Sasuke, are you okay?" Sakura stared at him, concern in her bright emerald eyes.

He looked away. "...It's nothing."

Sakura smiled nostalgically at this familiar exasperating sight. She moved towards him and placed her trained medic's hand on his forehead to test his temperature. (He didn't flinch away at her touch.) Then she gently pushed him back down on the bed and stroked his forehead with her cool fingers, once. She said softly, "It's late. Go back to sleep."

Sasuke found that he could close his eyes without worry in her presence.