His fingers were a gentle delight as they brushed pink hair away from her forehead. Just the patient curving in his touch, the persistent tingling that he sent down her neck, her back, well on throughout her entire body. Her eyes opened slowly, searching, scanning in the mere inches of distance to find his. There they had shown—a crystal, icy blue. They were comfort in her times of need; they were always there when his weren't... Sasuke…
She could remember him clearly. His anger, his vile hatred… he hated her so, even after all these years. But this one was never gone. His eyes never left. The blue chill resonated through bad times. They never left her; she could find strength in them. She could find warmth… comfort…
His tracing fingertips swirled around her cheeks, caressing her skin, heating her body. His lips… strong in determination, yet soft in touch… in love… passionate love, he never let her down. He was always there. He was her shadow, her tower through storms. She never realized it. She felt so shameful that she didn't acknowledge him sooner… such a burning sense of stupidity that she blocked him out so many times before.
His body could press against hers in such a way that could take her breath away. He was sweet… even when he could be quite foolish, brave when at times he was thickheaded. Her hands found their way up, weaving through his blonde hair. It was soft… delicate… smooth… warm… His voice spoke out to her. It was her requiem, her release from the hell around her. "Sakura-chan…"
She could simply respond back, staring into his frosty eyes.
"Naruto..."