It was only because of her byakugan that she was able to sense his presence. The sight of him had her heart racing and her stomach turning. She deactivated her byakugan and pulled her covers back before walking to the corner to meet the raven haired traitor.
"Sasuke.." She mumbled lightly. "What're you.. What're you doing here?"
"Isnt it obvious?" Sasuke replied in his monotone voice.
She fought the urge to wrap her arms around him, spill the tears out of her eyes and comfort him until no end. For she knew he was hurting and lost but her anger and confusion pressed out quicker. It had been months since she had last seen him, and before that occasion, years. He had gone off with Orochimaru with no intent on returning, just the goal of killing his brother and after then she wasn't sure.
"Damn you! Its been months, Sasuke." She choked out. "I can't just welcome you back."
Her arms found themselves wrapping around her torso to protect her from the slight chill peeping in through the opened window.
"Naruto, Sakura, Kakashi.. They're all worried about you. God, they miss you like crazy."
"I don't have a lot of time, Miyako. So don't waste it." Sasuke mumbled above her lips.
She could feel the heat between themselves and her heart pounding against her chest. She had been yearning for him and she could feel that he had been to. His love for her was strong, yet, the desire to kill his brother would be out weighed. Because that was far more important.
"I missed you so much." Miyako breathed out unintentionally.
She squeezed her eyes tight so she didn't have to face him after her rushed confession. But she knew from his sharingan that he saw the whole thing.
He responded by catching her lips with his, his hands placed on her hips with a firm grip. Her arms moved quicker than she wanted to tangle her hands in his cold black hair. She wanted to know where he had been, if he was safe, if the rumors were true. But her want for him was much stronger and the questions seemed unnecessary in the moment.
She felt her legs being lifted and she instinctively crossed them around his waist. Her breathing hitching slightly as he placed the softest kisses against her jaw and along her neck. He quickly pulled his long shirt off and pushed it behind him. Her back met the soft mat with Sasukes body carefully pressed to hers. His hands dancing down her bare thighs and up to the thin fabric.
"Sasuke." She sighed with exasperation.
"Shh." he mumbled against her chest.
She could feel the light hairs on her arms standing up as his lips trailed over her and the hot coiling sensation in her stomach as his fingers skillfully moved around her womanhood. As she melted in the warm welcoming pleasure, his hands retreated just as quickly as he placed them there.
He leaned up slightly, the crimson glow from his sharingan giving her an intimidating impression. But she was calmed and relieved to know Sasuke would never hurt her, no matter the circumstances. Her naive innocence prevailed in almost every situation, and he admired that.
His hands reached for his belt and quickly untied it and he moved his trousers of his legs and leaned back down to face her. She could see nothing besides darkness and that infamous sharingan. She said nothing as she traced his hard scars which she imagined to be decorated over most of his body from hard, difficult training. And although words were no exchanged, he understood everything she was thinking