Sakura's Soldier

Hey guys, been a while, sorry for the late updates to my stories, but planning to switch it around with a bit and decided to make this story longer and more detailed with a better plot. Decided to do something unique for a change and wanted to do a more romance story for the girls , I had to admit I had a ton of help doing this thanks to my girlfriend Mary. Well I hope you like it, If it gets good reviews Ill defiantly keep updating new chapters daily.

He was still so handsome. It had been four years since the last time I saw him and he had changed a bit. His 6' body was more tone and musculer. The wide shoulders that had once made him a star on the football field were strong and muscular, covered by a blue button up shirt. His waist was slim but firm, tapering down to long legs and ending in a powerful soldier's stance. But his eyes were still that glorious dreamy black. His black hair, now cropped short by the Army, still shone in the sun. And when he saw me, his resulting sideways grin still sent butterflies flowing through my stomach.

"Sakura?" he called to me. I raised my hand hesitantly in a small wave and managed a trembling smile. His smile widened and he began to walk toward me.

My heart skipped a beat as he came closer. I stood there – frozen in the September sun. I felt goose-bumps form beneath my white silk blouse, along my arms and down my back. My nipples became erect in immediate arousal. My legs, clothed in jeans and brown cowboy boots, felt as though they would give out on me at any second. Still, he came closer. My breath held in my chest. He seemed to take ages to reach me. But the closer he came, the faster he moved. He seemed just as anxious to greet me as I was to hold him. Soon he stood before me and his strong arms came out to encircle my smaller form. I threw my arms around his neck as he lifted me from the ground. My hand cupped the back of his head and I breathed his scent. His face buried in my neck, his fingers working my free flowing pink hair.

"Welcome home, soldier," I whispered into his ear. He gripped me tighter and I felt him plant the softest kiss on my neck.

We had only been slight friends in high school. Sasuke was the popular guy – a football player and a looker. I, on the other hand, was the smart girl – a geek who was painfully shy. It wasn't until my sophomore year, his senior year, that we met in a math class. He teased me and smiled at me, looked into my green eyes and called me beautiful and sweet, passed me in the hall and stole a quick touch along my arm or face. I fell quickly in love. But the inherent differences in our social circles had prevented anything serious from occurring. He went on to graduate and I changed schools. Then, a year ago, we found each other again – him serving his fourth year in Iraq and me as a sophomore in college. Soon we were speaking every day, in some form or another. He talked about traveling and I talked about becoming a doctor. Then, three weeks ago, he had a surprise for me. He was coming home for leave and wanted to see me. I was excited and nervous. Sasuke Uchiha was coming, former high school playboy turned mature infantryman.

I met him at the local theatre and his greeting took my breath away. After we separated from our embrace, he smiled at me again, touching a finger to my cheek.

"What movie would you like to see?" It took me a moment to understand that he was talking to me.

I laughed to cover my lapse. "Hmm…a romantic comedy?"

He laughed in return. "How about…not?"

"Ok then, an action movie."

"But not too much action. I'm here to relax, remember?"

He took my hand and led me to the window to buy our tickets. I was so focused on the fact that he was holding my hand that I didn't remember to insist on paying my way. He released it only to pull out his wallet, but kept it gripped in his until we entered the theatre. As we sat in the dark, he played his fingers along my palm, lightly touching then parting then touching again. I could feel warmth growing between my legs and I crossed them to hide it. I felt he could sense my arousal and I turned to look at him. He looked at me and smiled, and I felt a new wave of blood rush to my face. At one point, I stole a glance at his jeans and noticed a bulge forming. I was excited and embarrassed. His fingers continued to play with mine, along my palm and up my arm below my sleeve. I still don't remember what that movie was about. When it finally ended, he laced his fingers through mine and we walked to the parking lot. Before we were far, he stopped. I looked at him quizzically.

"Want to go for a drive?" he asked me. He cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow, his famous grin spreading along his lips. I smiled.

"Depends where to."

"Wherever you want."

"Okay…Japan," I replied with a mischievous grin.

"Smartass," he said softly.

He walked me to his truck and we said nothing as it began to rain lightly. We hurried to get in. I turned on the radio as we left the parking lot and he headed towards the highway. Random songs played as his right hand still held my left. I stared out the window, my mind fully on his thumb rubbing circles in my palm. The rain became harder and he slowed to maintain stability. A high-pitched whine came through the speakers and the radio began to blare warnings of a coming storm. Logan released my hand to increase the volume and we listened intently.

"Hurricane warnings for southern Alabama and Mississippi are urging people to stay indoors. Go to your basements, under tables or beds. This could be a big one, folks."Sasuke and I looked at each other.

"We'll head for my place. My parents have a shelter that they built after Katrina."

"I have to call my parents." I pulled out my cell phone but there was no signal. All the erotic feelings that I had been harboring suddenly multiplied. I would be alone. With Sasuke. In a shelter. It could be hours before we left it. I felt the familiar tingling between my legs, my nipples straining against the silk blouse as I breathed in deeply.

"No signal?" Sasuke's voice brought me back to earth.

I turned to him. "No signal."

"It's ok. We'll try again when we get there."

Soon, he exited the highway. After about a mile, he turned left onto a dirt road and gunned the truck.