A/N- hi, guys! i originally posted a much shorter version of this at sasusaku-month on livejournal (go there!), but i decided to flesh it out and make it a tad longer before posting on here. :)
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sweetest downfall
She doesn't allow her eyes to drift close, to lose herself in sensation and pleasure, original sin. It wasn't as if she could just pretend this wasn't happening, that she wasn't about to have sex with Uchiha Sasuke, but his hands were persistent, rocking her hips in a gesture as old as time. His hand cups the back of her neck, and she flinches, not at all in a pleasurable way. She thinks of the things those hands have done, the lives they've taken. She tries to focus on the atrocities, tries to block out the feel of the monster in her first love's skin.
"Sakura," he smirks, brushing his cheek with hers and breaking her reverie, "What are you thinking about?"
Without warning, or waiting for her answer, he thrusts against her, and she can feel him, the proof of the man. She gasps, arching away from him. He is the match striking against her body, and she is on fire.
"You," she chokes out, bitterly honest and unable to ignore the sudden onslaught of sensation, "I'm thinking of you."
He looks at her then, suddenly quite young and vulnerable, and she forgets what she's doing. Forgets that she's in a dirty inn with a broken boy, on a mission to destroy him further. Forgets about her hollow tooth, the one filled with enough carefully concocted poison to kill a horse.
He groans then, grinding against her. "I need you."
She nods, blinking back tears. If he notices, he doesn't mention them. He leans over her with something akin to tenderness, as if she is the Delilah to his empty Samson, and suddenly he is inside of her.
A soft sound escapes her, and he too lets out a low groan, giving her a moment to adjust before thrusting slowly, eyes shut. Gasping brokenly, Sakura allows herself to breathe in their reality. Selfishly, she arches her back, allowing him to rest even more so inside of her. Her eyes glaze over, and she almost believes that this is, this act of intimacy is real.
Sasuke leans in even furthur, and Sakura is surprised at the gentle way he lifts her hips, as if she is pure and delicate and something to be treasured. It reminds her of the way her father holds her mother, and the way Naruto holds Hinata, gentle and hesitant. It feels like love, and it shocks her, burying into her core. Another secret to lock away.
With that thought, Sakura breaks, thinking of lost love and cheap shots, knowing what must be done.
Resolve firmly in place, she cups her first, her only, love's face, watching as he presses into her touch. She is blinking back tears and if he notices, he doesn't mention them.
"Sasuke, she murmers. "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you, I've always loved you and-"
She presses upward, about to silence him forever with a kiss, but he meets her halfway. She can only stare in shock as his mouth pushes against her with aching tenderness, and she doesn't try to stop the tears as she releases the poison.
She sees the instant he realizes, and she feels the last of her heart break away, fading like the man on top of her.
"Sakura," his voice is aching and lost, his eyes drifting shut. She hears his last few heartbeats, and mourns for everything lost.
you are my sweetest downfall,
i loved you first.
