"Sakura, I'm home."
He was back. She had waited months since his simple "I'll see you soon."
She had just returned from work. Sakura always made it her mission to heal those around her. She spent hours pulling poison from wounds and focusing her chakra onto those who were injured. Her slender hands were perpetually sore, her hair always slicked back nonchalantly into a messy ponytail.
She reached to open the door and there he was.
Sasuke Uchiha. A man she had known for years. The boy she had so embarrassingly swooned after, the boy who constantly hurt her. It was so unlike her: she was a strong kunoichi-well educated, beautiful, powerful-always composed, always correct. Yet somehow her childhood crush had persisted amidst all the pain that came with him. These months she waited for him were difficult-she so often wondered what about him made him the exception.
Sasuke was draped in bloody makeshift bandages he had tied around himself, his wounds dire and his complexion sickly and pale. He had returned from his mission. Oh how he had missed her.
She caught him as he fell forward lifelessly. Sasuke-kun—Where were you? She helped him to the floor where she lay his body down. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving up and down. She opened his shirt in preparation to heal him. He flinched at the feel of her touch. "I can sit up." She watched as he gingerly leaned up-she supported him with her arm. "Sasuke-kun, let me." She helped him over and propped him against the wall of the empty room.
"Ugh." Sasuke groaned. "What's wrong?" asked Sakura, worried she had hurt him. "Is it your shoulder? Let me look at it."
"Whenever I see you you're taking care of me." Sasuke replied. She had always looked out for him, always believed in him. It was always her chasing after him. He'd discard and hurt her. Yet eventually, he'd always be back against her touch, healing him after he had done some stupid shit. Sakura smiled. "Of course, Sasuke-kun." A flush of color washed over her complexion. "You're such a pain in the ass." She immediately glanced over at her dark-haired patient, worried she had gone too far.
Instead she heard from him a chuckle. Sasuke had missed how fiesty Sakura was.
The next few moments were silent. She examined his neck, tracing every outline with her fingers. Though his breaths were steady, he winced at every turn her hand made. Sasuke, despite how strong he seemed, was nothing but human. He closed his eyes. The air had a familiar, faint sweet scent Sakura always seemed to have about her.
Suddenly, Sakura felt her hand quiver a little. She had been overworked at the hospital. Sasuke turned around and met her gaze. He hadn't seen how she had changed. Sakura's eyes were focused-her pink hair tucked behind her ear and sweat dripping down her neck in concentration. He could see she was tired. He didn't want to be a burden.
"Sakura, we don't have to do this now."
Yet she acted as if she had not heard him, focused on the deep crimson cut he had along his ribs. Though he was muscular, his skin was soft and light, almost translucent in the light that spilled through the window. Though her hands felt that his body was firm and his face stoic, at this moment he looked vulnerable and frail. A blood droplet trickled down her forearm. He noticed, and immediately reached to wipe it off of her arm.
"Sasuke-kun, it's fine. This is my job." She smiled at him appreciatively.
No. It wasn't okay. Something overwhelmed him at the sight of her face. She looked so sad. Why was it that even at his return, he was still causing her so much pain? He looked away. "Thank you."
She laughed to herself. It was silly, but it was funny that he had said those terse two words to her so many times. Her fingers tapped melodically up and down his ribcage. Her touch was so gentle and light.
She opened his shirt slightly and moved down to his abdomen. She assessed the injuries he had sustained. It was hard for her not to notice the definition of his stomach and the curvature of his pelvic bones. She saw a scrape on his left hip and immediately focused her touch to the area.
The movement of her hands was so swift that it shocked Sasuke. He stiffened as he felt her short breaths in the air above him. Her fingertips were ever so gentle, every movement ever so meticulous. Her scent had shifted, her normal floral scent now covered with an almost metallic smell-the dried blood on her wrists and sweat down her spine. She heaved up and down with the toll of his healing. Her chest quivered in the cold air, beads of sweat forming at the tip of her chin.
Her hands lifted. "We're all good here." Her voice was soothing. She smiled straight at him, her green eyes glistening with tears from her exertion. She caressed his waist, helping him back up. The sudden movement pulled him immediately from his thoughts. Only now did she realize that they were mere inches away. She hadn't realized she was straddling him in an effort to get closer to his wounds. Her face turned crimson. "Ah-I'm so sorr" She moved backwards. In realization of the situation, Sasuke felt a warm rush swim straight to his cock. His erection became apparent, pressing desperately against Sakura's leg.
Sakura looked away—Sasuke rarely showed any emotion but the pressure against her thigh was something he couldn't conceal.
Sasuke knew what he wanted. He put his arms around Sakura's small waist, pulling her closer onto him. She looked away, her face coated a deep red, very aware of the fact that now his throbbing dick was pushing against her inner thigh. He had spent many a night away from home imagining being this close to her and how he would react. Sasuke took a deep breath and pulled her face close to his. Though he knew that she had harbored feelings for him, he could not help but feel that he was taking advantage of her kindness. He hesitated and loosened his grip.
Sakura turned to him and shyly pulled his arms closer around herself, indicating to him that she wanted this too. He pushed his lips against hers, their bodies intertwined and hearts beating uncontrollably fast. She was so beautiful. Her lips were so soft.
She found it amusing that Sasuke was being so shy and careful around her. She liked seeing him vulnerable. She looked into his dark eyes and leaned into him, sliding her tongue into his warm mouth, pushing playfully against his. A low moan escaped his lips, eliciting a smirk from Sakura.
He had not expected Sakura to be so forward. Here he was, helpless at the touch of a small kunoichi. It was so sexy. His hands slid down her waist, lightly cupping her firm butt through her spandex shorts.
God, was she turned on. They were both fully clothed yet it felt like she was about to climax already. His dick stuck up out of his robes, embarrassingly apparent. She pulled herself up higher so that her crotch leaned lightly against his dick, rubbing it teasingly as she elicited more groans from her partner. She enjoyed playing with him. He was completely bent back, eyes closed, dick hard, completely at her mercy.
"Fuck, Sakura!" He couldn't help but grunt at every shift of her tiny pelvis, rubbing his erection against her clit through his robes and her shorts. He opened his eyes and tugged at her top, pulling it off past her head, undoing her ponytail and letting her hair loose, knocking her onto the floor so that he could climb up on top of her. Her skin was so perfect and peachy white. The sight of her simple red bra sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't begin to imagine what was underneath. Sasuke immediately propped her up against the wall with newfound strength, leaving hickeys down her neck down to her cleavage. He looked up to meet her tongue with his, fighting for dominance. He let go of her arms to unclasp her bra, holding her body weight up with his pelvis. She shuddered in anticipation.
At that moment he loosened his grip on her, lowering her gently back down to the floor as he stopped abruptly.
She deserved more respect than this. There was so much he needed to say.
Sakura understood. His back was turned to her, but she knew that their relationship had changed. Sasuke had shown her a glimpse of his vulnerable side—it was enough to satisfy her.
"I missed you."