Damn her and her loving, kind-hearted nature! If only she could act as cold-hearted as him, then she wouldn't be sitting here waiting for him in the moonlight on this godforsaken bench. And yes, it was THAT bench, the very same one he had unceremoniously left her on all those years ago. She had half a mind to simply curl her persistently moving fingers into a fist and crush the offensive slab into a fine powder. Maybe later, with the aid of the bastard's skull.
Alas, her delightfully morbid plans came to a halt at the sound of approaching footsteps. With a quick snap of her head, she focused her cold emerald eyes on the approaching figure of the aforementioned bastard. His usual smirk in place on his lips, he stopped a foot in front of her and with subtle grace dropped his bag.
"Well, doesn't this bring back memories."
"Yes, as always, you're running away like a dog with his tail between his legs," she bit out with a sneer.
"Go home," he growled, unable to contain his annoyance.
"No." She was known for her stubborn streak and there was no way that she'd let him go that easily.
Coming to this conclusion, he took a more gentle approach.
"Sakura, it isn't safe. Go home, please," he sighed in an attempt to be rational and caring.
"I AM NOT GOING HOME! And I swear to Kami, you are not leaving this village tonight Sasuke."
He sighed and mentally went through his options of how to detain the seething pink haired kunoichi, who was now standing before him, without hurting her and in the least amount of time. One quick clamp on her vitals to put her to sleep seemed like his best option. With one quick step he was behind her, but before he could pinch her nerve her hand was gripping his wrist like a vice while she kicked his legs out from underneath him. Next thing he knew his back was slamming into the hard, unforgiving stone of the bench with her lithe body straddling him as she pinned his wrists above his head.
"You didn't seriously think I'd fall for that move twice, did you?"
He tried his best to shrug in his current position.
"Hoped, really. Would have saved me the effort."
Her brow furrowed together and her pink lips formed a delicate "o" to question him, but she was only able to manage a moan as he struck, leaning forward he captured her lips in a fiery kiss. He took advantage of her surprised and weakened state to carefully flip their positions, one hand lingering on the curve of her bottom for a second more than necessary. He passionately explored her mouth with his tongue, memorizing the feel of the inside of her cheek, the graceful curve of the roof of her mouth, her intoxicating taste of sweet plum the feel of her fingers gently raking through his hair and caressing his back- with a loud pop he broke the kiss and pushed himself off the bench, off of her.
Her eyes still glazed over with passion and desire, she numbly watched as he smoothed down his black shirt and scooped up his belongings. Shit. Well, two could play that game.
"Sasuke, before you go I just want you to remember one thing."
"What?" She hopped off the bench and sauntered up to him with a leer on her face that would make even Jiraiya blush.
"These," she clapped her hand down and gave his bits a squeeze, "are mine." And with a firm grip still on his crotch, Sakura pulled down her husband's head for another passionate kiss.
"Tell me you'll be back in time," the worry in her voice echoing in her eyes.
"Don't worry," he said as he gently rubbed the little bump of her belly, "nothing in this world could make me miss this. Now go home, I don't want you or my child getting sick."
"You mean OUR child."
"Yes love, our child." And with one last kiss and a smirk, he continued on his way.
Maybe the stupid bench isn't so bad after all.