Mad Girl's Love Song

Okay. This is a series of fics, centred mostly on Sakura. Pairing-wise, you can expect SasuSaku, NaruSasuSaku, maybe some NaruSasu and LeeSaku, and even less likely, some NaruSaku. The idea spawned from Sylvia Plath's awesome poem, Mad Girl's Love Song, thus the title. There are about fifteen chapters, BUT THEY WILL NOT BE RELATED IN ANY WAY. For instance, in one drabble, SasuSaku could be the established relationship, in another, it could be NaruSasu, in another, Sasuke could be dead.

I started this series a long time ago, before I started back reading the manga, so there won't be any spoilers or anything. Most stories won't even be in sync with the timeline, or with canon. Right now, I have up to #10 written, and the others are coming along pretty well, so I shouldn't have any problems with updating (unlike certain other fics, cough hack cough, which shall not be mentioned).

If anyone has a bunny for a fic that involves Sakura in any way, and they'd like to see it written, feel free to give it to me. :) I have an idea for #14 and 15, but I still need plots for #11, 12 and 13. I can't guarantee that your request will be chosen, but it'd still be a great help to me. Thanks!

I'll try to update every week, okay:-)

Now, on with the story!

#1: Passivity

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura

Rating: Light R.

Word Count: 253

Summary/Description: She takes what she can get, and feels no shame.

Warning/Spoilers: Citrus and angst. Rawr, baby. No spoilers.

A/N: Because Sasuke has that many issues, and those who love him are going to have to find some way to get around it until he finds peace with himself.

One Disclaimer To Rule Them All: I own the first 200 (or so) episodes of Naruto, a crapload of pics, some clips, the movie trailer and the movie. I however, sadly, do not own Naruto.

She feels no shame. This is not what she wanted, but it is what she can have, and Sakura has learned to settle for what life deems is her lot. She allows it.

She allows him entrance into her home whenever he wishes; allows him to scale the walls, leap unto her balcony, push past her curtains, and into her room. She allows him to slip beneath her sheets, and spoon his body into hers without so much as a word of greeting. She allows him to dust kisses all over her body, serenade her with soft sighs and low groans.

She does not protest when he removes her clothes with a calloused hand, a warmth and a tenderness in his actions that he does not allow to be manifested in his eyes. She allows him to kiss her lips and knead her flesh, if only for the reward of tearing gasps from his throat when she does the same. The fingers that graze the pikes of her breasts and the hands that steady her hips are a benison; she makes herself believe this. She allows him to take his pleasure, softly and slowly, while she grapples for hers.

And she feels no shame. For Haruno Sakura has long resigned herself to the fact that this is what he is willing to give, so this is all that she can take.

And when Uchiha Sasuke leaves, she does not allow herself to clutch his arm, hold him back, and beg him to stay.

A/N: AUGH. The angst.Go ahead. Shoot me before I'm forced to do it myself. :/