(500) Days of Summer

sasuke and sakura's adventures in the warm summer months

.:: ratings range from K to M ::.

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Day 1: Sad Movie

genre: angst and romance

rating: T for some emotional distress and slight sexuality

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Sakura awoke gently, drifting in and out of the stages of sleep until she decided that being awake was synonymous to her sleeping. With a sleepy sigh, she slightly tightened her hold around her boyfriend, burying her nose into the black locks of hair on his neck. She listened to his steady breathing and idly stroked his chest with the tips of her fingers as she recalled the day's earlier events.

She had told her father that she and Sasuke had planned on catching a movie and some dinner in order to buy some time for them to be able to spend some quality time together. As much as she hated lying to her father, she and Sasuke never knew when his work schedule would allow him to drive down to see her. It was a six hundred mile round trip to her and back; when he did find the time to come down after a month and a half's time or so, he only had about eight hours each day of the weekend to spare spending time with her before he headed back.

Sakura placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade. It was only natural to cherish what little time she had with him.

After she had a moment with her thoughts, Sasuke stirred, his naked chest rumbling when he felt Sakura's soft lips pressing against his back.

She smiled at him, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. "Hey, sleepyhead," she murmured, giggling at another one of his grunts. She watched as he turned around in her arms to face her and smiled, bringing a hand up to his cheek to gently caress him.

Sasuke nuzzled his cheek into her hand and sighed, his eyes still relaxed and shut. His eyelashes rested on the tops of his high, prominent cheekbones and created shadows along the rest of his face. With a lazy hand and still without opening his eyes, he brought a hand to Sakura's chin, gently pulling her face towards his to press a soft, gentle kiss upon her lips.

She tried not to tremble. Leaning into him, she rested her forehead against his and ran her fingers through his hair, feeling more grounded at the comforting gesture.

"I love you," she whispered.

A sharp intake of breath accompanied the lazy wandering of Sasuke's hand. He stopped drawing meandering patterns with his fingers on her curvy hips. Just as Sakura thought he was about to pull away, she felt him curl his arms tightly around her naked body and bury his face into her neck.

(I love you…)

She arched when she felt his lips on her neck, sucking and licking and biting, branding her as his and his alone. His hands glided along her backside and squeezed appreciatively, earning small squeals from his girlfriend. He kissed her pink hair, the large forehead she never grew into, her small but pert breasts and her curvy thighs she couldn't seem to get rid of.

In her head, she heard his clock ticking and could almost see the hands reaching for the moment he had to go.

She didn't even feel herself clutching him to her.

"Sakura."

She opened her eyes to find him blurry and out of focus.

It was hard to breathe.

She felt him hold her face gently in his hands and kiss some wet patches off her face before he made her look at him, their foreheads touching again. His eyes felt like molten lava burning her alive.

"Sakura," he said, running his thumbs on her cheeks. His voice fell three octaves and she could barely hear his murmur above the summer thunderstorm outside his window. "I would give anything," he murmured, "to stay here with you."

She swallowed soundlessly and forced a smile. "Yeah."

(Please… don't leave me again…)

When they got dressed, the couple made their way slowly to his car, holding hands.

The drive home was silent. When he pulled into her driveway, he threw the car into park and opened his door, following her up to her front door.

Sakura looked up at him expectantly and gave him a small, shaky smile.

Sasuke tipped his head downward to press a loving kiss to her forehead. "Thank you, Sakura."

She watched him walk away and stood there for a few moments afterwards, feeling the distance growing again. She wondered if it hurt him as much as it hurt her to leave every time. With a stifled sigh, she found her house key and opened the door.

Her father caught sight of her from the living room. He smiled. "Hey, sweetheart. How was the movie? Did you guys like it?" He frowned when he saw red rings around her eyes. "Are you alright?"

Waving off his worry, she smiled, feeling some pressure behind her eyes again. When she opened her mouth again, her voice felt congested and her throat tight. "Sorry, Otou-san." Tears fell down her face. "Sad movie."

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a/n: hey everyone. long time no see!

college is some busy business; I've also found myself in a new and very wonderful relationship and almost forgot about writing.

for the concept behind the story, this was inspired by an emotional parting I had with my boyfriend (ldr's are never fun when it comes to saying goodbye) and a story my father told me that he heard when he was little.

the story he told me: a young man goes to the movies and sees his girlfriend with another man. Shocked, he goes home immediately. When his mother sees him at the door, she asks him how his movie was. He replies tersely: "Sad movie."

it's a very short story that resonated with me because of how small and powerful it was. I wanted to try my hand at brevity and angst and see if I could get the same effect.

hope y'all liked it. do send me some reviews. I miss hearing from you guys.