I haven't decided whether I'm going to make a story line to this or a series of one shots or what. But I plan on continuing this in the future and adding Sarada.

I hope you enjoy.

4/3/17 Edit: Did some small edits. (Fixing grammatical errors/ things that didn't make sense.)

It had been a week since Sasuke had returned from his path of redemption. Sakura, still getting over the excitement of having him home, was always pondering just how he felt for her. After their warm goodbye and the occasional letters it still felt awkward not knowing how she belonged in the equation of his life quite yet. He was much warmer; he would acknowledge her, protect her, talked to her. There was tension still whenever they touched, though.

That is why Sakura was shocked to find Sasuke at her door at one in the morning. He had never come to her door so late at night, and her mind pricked with worry for a minute about what might be wrong.

"Sasuke-kun?"

"Uhn," Her voice a bit too loud, causing him to close his eyes and clutch his head, making the guttural sound rise from the back of his throat. She watched as he used his hand to rub one of his temples, and she realized in that instant, Sasuke has a migraine.

"Does your head hurt, Sasuke-kun?" She said much softer this time, as not to cause him more pain. He approached her and the door slowly until there was an inch of space between them. The proximity almost made her shudder because she could feel his breath fanning her face. She could tell he was withholding a grimace, trying to act like the pain didn't bother him. His silence was a confirmation to her.

"Come in."

She pushed the door behind her open, and turned around to lead him in. She helped him shed himself of his cloak and shoes before leading him wordlessly to her bedroom. Sasuke seemed unaffected of the location, whether because of pain or he trusted her, she was not sure of which. She knew the bed would be the best to heal his head on, but hid her blush from his eyes when her mind tried to wander to other things. He waited for her to move first as she sat at the head of the bed, her legs tucked under her body.

"Come lay down, Sasuke-kun." He obeyed without question, and slowly, with a few winces, settled his head into her lap, the rest of his body sprawled across her bed. She softly brushed his long bangs out of his forehead, revealing his Rinnegan eye.

"How long have you had the migraine, Sasuke-kun?" Remembering to keep her voice as soft as possible.

"About a day now." Their eyes met. She stared down at his features and tried to hide a tingle running up her spine. She almost melted under his smoldering stare, that onyx eye that she could never quite read. Slowly, to avoid him seeing her hand trembling from his intense stare, she laid her hand on his warm forehead.

"Okay, this should take a minute."

His eyes closed and his features relaxed as she began healing his headache. She found it hard to concentrate staring at him. He looked so innocent, despite his age and all he had done, and the skin of his face was surprisingly soft compared to his hands, which were rough and calloused. Long after she healed his head her hand remained. Sasuke had never allowed her to touch him like that outside healing, and she didn't want to stop the moment. He didn't open his eyes, but appeared calm, almost as if he was asleep, but Sakura knew he wasn't.

Before she could comprehend what she was doing, she found herself running her hand through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face. His hair was silky, but thick, and long since he had grown it to cover his eye. She was scared he would be angry, or would stop her and push her away, but surprisingly he relaxed more, almost silently allowing her to touch him.

She stroked his hair for a while before moving downwards to his skin. She trailed her hand softly over his face, afraid to do something wrong. She reveled in the feeling of his skin, memorizing his face by touch. When her hand settled to cupping his jaw she saw his eyes slowly flutter open.

She pulled her hand away as if she was burned, afraid she had done something wrong, but panic soon melted away and he stared at her with a warm, soft gaze.

"Thank you"