Brand new SasuSaku shot, and inspired by canon where they get married after he returns to Konoha for awhile, some time after the war. Title used before in various forms, but no matter. :)

Before we get started, I want to take the time to note a little issue I had with Sakura's maturity after Sasuke returned (it's common among many true die-hards), and it seemed she reverted back to her old ways. Like, every time he's around, she seems to be CLOSE to the way she was in Part One. She's still got the hots for him despite the fact he tried to kill her TWICE. Now, many girls like bad boys, which I know from experience - though I never dated one or knew one personally. Just from faraway.

Anyhoo, I'm not being an immature fangirl, nor am I bashing Sakura in any way. I do like her, except her Part One. You'd think how time would change people when they're apart, and while it's true, some things never do. Explaining aside, I've done a BIT of tweaking just because I wanted to necessarily regarding what Sasuke sees when he gets back to Sakura with one thing on his mind after his journey.

I own absolutely nothing.

Naruto and Hinata were the first to start getting married, and the rest of them followed because they wanted to settle down.

Everyone was happy. The war was over.

The Five Nations, once at odds, were all one.

The village was what his brother had sacrificed everything he had for: everybody was equal, clan expectations out of the question.

Life was very good for everyone else doing what they did best.

As for Sakura herself as she stood in front of the mirror in this dress tonight, and getting ready to join her new husband in bed. It had a slit in the front of the skirt, ended below the knees, had a plunging neck and ruffled sleeves, and it was made of lace. Around her neck was the flower pendant she got before he came home: five moonstone petals around a tiny pink diamond. He didn't used to care to notice such things, but he had changed a lot and started to notice more. Which means he will notice this.

Would he react the same way just like when he saw her come towards him in her red kimono patterned with pink blossoms? It was a stupid question, but it wasn't like him to show ALL his emotions in the open, just a fraction to let her know he cared.

She was excited and nervous at the same time. He didn't seem to show any sign of discomfort. Nor did they even talk much about it. She wanted to ask him what they could do to make each other comfortable, but Sasuke said there was no need to talk, but to just do.

Just like he did as soon as he walked back through the village gates, his cape around himself, and she was the first person he greeted - just like in every reunion, she was the first he ran into. And he was the first she healed after the final fight with his best friend and old rival; when she stopped the bleeding and repaired as much as she could, he told her she was strong even if she didn't set out for the spotlight just like Naruto always blabbed about. He made her heart shine as the sun which broke through the gloom on the rest as they were freed from the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

The ring was nothing she would have expected, but it represented them both together: black rhodium with a big green emerald in the middle, and more tiny ones going around eternity-style. He didn't say the words, but simply holding it out with his remaining hand without difficulty in front of everyone was his way of asking her to be his wife and mother of his children.

She said yes with visible tears and choking sobs she couldn't keep in, and threw herself on him, resting her face into the crook of his shoulder.

He hadn't been with a woman before her, because all he could care about was his brother - or what about that Orochimaru? That scared her most to even ask him, because she'd SEEN the way he looked at Sasuke. He gave off the aura of a worse pervert than Jiraiya ever was. And not in a good way. If so, she hated the man more than ever, despite him saving her shisou during the war. But if it did happen in those three long, horrible years, Sasuke didn't seem affected now. Because he was all too willing now to get in bed with her, his new wife.

Suddenly Sakura felt so embarrassed to be in this dress when she looked him over as his back faced her, turning down the bed for them with his only hand, and completely naked as well. Her cheeks turned into a cherry red that contrasted starkly with her hair. She didn't expect to see him do THIS of all things, but he did it because it was natural. He paused what he was doing and turned his face only halfway to look at her. Except she was too busy looking at his body like this to even meet his gaze.

Broad shoulders with a single strong, complete arm and the other being a stump ending at the elbow.

Sculpted thighs and calves connected to a firm, shapely ass.

All of which formed this one man: Sasuke Uchiha.

"Something on your mind, Sakura?" he asked, turning a little further around to regard her with a faint smirk.

"Just that I never thought you'd be...bold to show up like..." He really knew what he was doing now, did he? And it looked like he was enjoying it! My, oh my...Sasuke-kun.

He snorted and turned all the way around, sliding backwards onto the bed and laying back, showing a full view of his front. Those pectorals, his hard nipples, the rippling abdomen, and his manhood - she was in love. She was aroused, too. Her thighs quivered just by looking at him alone, or even that erect meat down there, which was dripping with the pearly white. And because it stood so proudly between his robust legs, a little of the fluid trailed down the length throbbing into the black curls.

She thought she loved him for his face alone, being the last Uchiha, but look at him now. That boy she fell in love with as a hormonal, misunderstood girl was a grown man recovered from a dark past that led him away from her and their friends. He was the most beautiful man ever, in and out. He was scarred like they had all been, but on another level.

And he's willing to do anything to make me smile. I am going to do the same for him.

Sakura decided now to pull the lace gown over her head, showing herself to his hungry onyx gaze. Her breasts were pert, the buds a pink darker a shade than her hair, and her waist trimmed. His irises fell down to where she'd shaved and trimmed tonight before coming out here. She got a little bit wetter and itchier from the intensity of his eyes alone.

Standing and waiting was over. She marched over there and crawled atop her man, laying a kiss on his lips, which he deepened on his own as well as wrapped his arm around her to pull her in. Her thighs tightened around his hips, her sex rubbing against his. His breaths came out hoarse as he broke the kiss to look up at her again, the glaze over black. She dipped her head to where his neck and shoulder met, finding the throbbing jugular, making him growl as she took it between her teeth to nibble. Go based on feeling, not thinking on the technicalities. She was going in the right direction with this, keeping in mind her care of men in the hospital, but it had nothing to do with making love with her husband.

Her breasts rubbed against his chest, shivering on her end, and one of her taut nipples ended up catching against the chain around his neck which held his wedding ring. The band was sleek silver with a grove also made of black rhodium, but he wore it on this chain because he lost his arm against Naruto. He didn't want a new arm because it was a punishment and a reminder of everything he'd done, which horrified her that he still thought of himself like that. She thought of getting him to talk to a therapist, but that would just make him feel unworthy and distrusting again.

His hand slid down her arched back, cupping the left side of her butt, squeezing it firmly. She bucked against him, creating the friction between their bodies that drove her crazy and started to lower herself on his body, wriggling her way on his hips, spreading her insides and feeling his thick length stretch her slick cavern - and then there was the little burst inside like a priceless painting being torn in half. But she was a ninja; this didn't feel compared to anything.

"Are you...all right?" Sasuke rasped, the feel of her around his manhood encasing in the molten heat that was his cherry blossom. She was unintentionally pulling him in because that was what nature made.

Strangled, she answered, "Yeah, it's fine." She began to thrust up and over him, crying out happily that this was the best thing she ever felt, and what was the best: it was with him.

Years of trial and error, pain and tragedy, separation and suffering was all worth it.

Husband and wife were lost in the sea of sensation, the man laying back while his woman rode him like a horse into the wild. Untamed and free. Just like the wind that brushed the flowers and leaves falling off the trees. There was no rhyme or reason in the actions that transpired in this bed they shared. Not in a set-in-stone order, nor with rational thinking.

Breasts rubbed against pectorals, one chest bearing a symbol of eternity and the other a charm fashioned to look like the flower she was named after.

A single arm wrapped around a smaller but just as powerful body, keeping her latched onto him, one of her thighs rubbing up and down on his hip. Their lower body hairs fused together in an odd combination of black and pink, stark but attracted, as their bliss formed a powerful wave that excited and devastated everything in its wake.

Just then, he reversed the position, rolling her over to have her on her back instead. Doing it with ONE arm? She gasped out in surprise at the change of pace he picked up, his body over hers and then rotating his hips in a way that made her jerk her head side to side, driving them closer and closer to that edge - but then he stopped altogether, gently pulling out of her. "Oh, Sasuke, why did you stop?" Sakura protested, looking up at him and seeing the mischief in his eyes as he found his way down between her legs, his tongue going out to seek out the highly sensitive bud beneath the little rosy curls, and when he did, she jolted and gasped again.

He had stopped just to give her this.

"Just to make my wife smile."

A tear fell from her eye at the love and sincerity.

His lips, tongue and teeth made the orgasm come like this, and if he'd finished before, would that wave have been just as GOOD as it was now? Her body thrashed, breasts bouncing wildly, and he watched with an eye greedy as his entire mouth as it drank down her saccharine juices, tongue licking away the shine that lingered. It turned out there was also a little blood from when he took her virginity, but somehow it didn't bother her. He was coming back over her when she put her hand in the middle of his chest, stopping him.

She had him back where he was in the beginning, on his back, and she was going to give him what he just gave her. "Just to make my husband smile," she returned.

His gaze smoldered again, and the noises he made were primal and needy when her tongue ran over the stirring thing that belonged to her one-armed man.

~o~

Barely a year later...

"How is she, Karin?"

The red-haired woman with the large glasses narrowed her eyes at him. "You mean how are they, Sasuke-kun?" As always, she was still flirting with him, but it wasn't the way that his wife would. Thinking about Sakura made him think about how he could have left her at home when she could have given birth anytime they were out here together, and he'd been right. But she was stubborn as ever. Although, at least Karin was kind enough to let his pregnant wife stay here in the hideout until his business was done.

When the Uzumaki sensor led him into the room where Sakura was, he was greeted with her tired face, the little shadows under her eyes due to lack of sleep, as well as smiling with pride at the little bundle of black hair in her arms. "Sasuke-kun, will you come and see her?" she asked softly.

He thought that marrying her was a...mystical experience and a major epiphany, but this little girl that looked up at him when he knelt beside her and her mother with wide ebony eyes was a bigger, different level. Good God...you are the most beautiful little one I've seen.

If only Itachi had been here. Sasuke could see him spoiling her rotten, but he was positive his brother was watching from somewhere in the afterlife. With their parents, who would never know their first grandchild.

And this child, whom they named Sarada, was made out of their love, but because of his work in the shadows and his need to protect her and Sakura, he regretted he wouldn't be home as often as he was supposed to as a father, but it fueled his determination to make his daughter smile up at him with admiration and respect. He was going to do for her what his older brother had always done for him, but he wasn't going to let someone make him kill for her the way Itachi had been forced.

Just like her mother, this woman he loved with every fiber of his being.

"Heated Night" by XhexaniaRose, "Sasusaku Month 2014" by ZJeM (third and fourth chapters), and "Mission Madness" by NoCoolNameHere inspired me to do this.

I apologize if there isn't more in Sasuke's POV. He's still hard to write after all this time, though I do my best, and I always worry if I make him TOO romantic and loving, it'd make him OOC. Despite doing so many stories with and for him, it's best to tread carefully.

Review, review, REVIEW. :D