A/N: This is probably my favorite fic I'm writing at the moment. It's a slight romance, but mostly comfort, and I'm warning you now, if you don't like threesome type relationships, don't read. This one is a team 7 fan fiction. Meaning that I will have scenes with Naru/Saku/Sasu in here and if you aren't a fan of the three then don't read. Though I'll admit, it will mostly be one or the other. I haven't decided whether it'll be more Naru/Saku, or more Sasu/Saku yet, or maybe even Naru/Sasu, though if I do Naru/Sasu, it'll be comfort only most likely. No romance….probably anyways, but don't hold me to it. I change my mind a lot.

Sasuke isn't with sound in this. No bad guy Sasuke, sorry!


Loosely two arms made their way around a thin waist, looping around the hips and pulling solid warmth against his stomach. Nude skin against nude skin was not something that made him bashful anymore.

The time for shyness and embarrassment between Naruto Uzumaki and his team mates was long gone. Perhaps years ago he would have flinched at the contact; gone red in the cheeks; giggled or done something inappropriate. However, years of ANBU training, years of togetherness with his team, left him bare and unguarded. He was no longer the timid boy he once had been.

Long ago, Naruto was nervous about human contact, now, he relished it. He had been taught all of his life that he was evil, unwanted, pathetic. His only wish had been to be loved, and needed. Maybe his team recognized this, after all these years, because now he never slept alone.

It wasn't the kind of sleeping that one had after a long night of worshiping each other, or being wrapped in each others warm, lovers embrace. It was a different form of closeness. Perhaps even more significant to Naruto than any other he'd ever felt.

Being close to Sakura, to Sasuke, was what mattered to him. It was what got him through the night. They'd loved him when no one else did. Back when he had no one, he had Sakura. When he didn't believe in himself, he believed in them. In Sasuke and even Kakashi.

Sakura nursed his wounds with her healing chakra, with her warm and gentle hands. She'd held him when his mentor died. She had cried for him, taken wounds for him. When he had nightmares, she'd press her cheek to his chest, and when he could feel the demon inside of him pressing to be released, she would somehow find a way to break him from the darkness. Her voice would help him come free. Without her, he was positive, there would be no him.

As Naruto pushed his nose into the warm flesh between Sakura Haruno's shoulder blades, he sighed, his warm breath fanning over her back. She wiggled further into his embrace as the night wore thin and the morning lost patience with waiting.

Outside the window, the sun was gradually rising, tinting the sky a soft, gentle blue, and the daily rituals of Konoha began to slowly enact.

Naruto grunted as he rolled over, and the action was enough to wake the pink-haired woman beside him.


Lashes fluttered open to the soft gray light in the room and green eyes took in the blurry sight of the new morning. Yawning, Sakura sat up slowly, shifting back around to look down at her fox demon friend. She smiled softly at him, reaching her hand down to graze a finger along the line of a particularly large scar that ran across his muscles like a stream between a valley.

She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, before standing and stretching and leaving the room. In the living room Sasuke Uchiha was awake, sitting at the table and writing the report for the mission they'd just returned from.

She gave him a gentle smile which he acknowledged with a slight nod, and sat across from him.

"Naruto's fully healed," She said softly, looking into the depth of his black eyes. "Would you like me to finish sealing your wounds?"


Sasuke gazed at the pink kunoichi on her perch, without relent, his eyes scanning over her attentively. Though he didn't speak, he realized he didn't need to for her to know what he intended for her to do. She stood after a moment of silence and walked to his side.

From his place in the chair, slightly higher than her, he looked down at her pale features quietly. He never needed to talk. Never need to express his thoughts or explain why he simply couldn't shed tears, or feel sympathy for anyone else. He realized long ago that he didn't have to do any of that. He didn't have to try to explain why he was such a major fuck up, because they didn't care.

His team; Sakura, beautiful Sakura, and Naruto both understood him.

His team were his family now. He would never have a family, much like Naruto, he had nothing anymore. His relatives were deceased, and in their place, he had found despair. Still found despair most days. He still wasn't sure how he'd be able to go on without his mother, or even his elder brother.

He looked at the incredibly bright green eyes that gazed into his own as her fingers faintly drifted across his skin, lifting a bandage gingerly from place, and inserting her chakra so gently. He breathed in deeply as her soothing touch eased the edge of his pain from their previous mission.

Years ago, he wouldn't have believe that he could be so comfortable with someone, and in certain ways he still wasn't. He still couldn't see himself being so bold as Naruto, so sensitive as Sakura, but then again, being around the two had changed many things about him. He didn't like it when his emotions drew the worst out in him, therefore he attempted to bury them. After all, why would he really need them with a team like his?

Naruto who had enough energy and spirit for Sasuke and Sakura combined. He made up for Sasuke's lack of sentiment most days. He could talk anyone into doing anything with his pride and confidence. He was such a force in Sasuke's life. Looking back at it, the first day he met Naruto, he should have seen it. Should have distanced himself from the brazen passion the little blond represented. If he had, maybe he wouldn't be the Sasuke he is now; Sitting at the table in Naruto's house while Sakura Haruno gently patched him up, ghosting kisses along the flesh of his shoulder as she did so- as if to ease the pain.

Sakura who was selfless, soothing and charming. Who never failed to make him feel at home with her soft hands and encouragement. Maybe it wasn't something he should feel; as an Uchiha male, but he couldn't help it. He missed the feeling of love, of a warm, careful touch. She was lonely, he could tell. He knew her well, and he could always see it in her eyes when she felt out of place. At first he didn't care, but being with someone for as long as he had been with his team, he became heightened to her feelings. He was hyperaware of everything she did. Every emotion she felt was flaming and bright, and in turn, he spared his own sentiment. She seemed to have enough love for them both, and she shared that with Naruto in ways he wouldn't be able to.

The blond was like a brother to him in many ways- including the ways that make you want to kill your siblings. However he couldn't deny that when Naruto was wounded, Sasuke was wounded. Not literally, but the affect was all the same. It would pain him, distract him, cause him to lose his head. It wasn't generally something he approved of.

That was why he was glad to have Sakura. The medium. The much needed balance. When together he or Naruto couldn't figure something out, no matter what the situation, Sakura was there. She knew all there was to know. She was everything he wasn't, everything Naruto wanted, and as a unit, that made them almost unstoppable.