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It was easy later, with shadows and grief blinding her mind, to believe the hands trailing over her body really was her late husband's and the breath brushing her ear wasn't any lighter than it should have been. It was even easy, with a body too hard and too rough pressing against her, to catch the moonlight glimpse of dark eyes, sharp features ghosting above and smile, smile because her Sasuke was still alive.
Hands tangled in her hair and he buried his face in her neck, his docility almost mocking. Gentle touches and impossible whispers- for her, the sex didn't matter as much as having Sasuke by her side again, warm and breathing. He played the role well, though his hands lacked the hunger Sasuke always displayed.
"Enough."
But then her turn was over too soon, his bitter murmur breaking the spell. Sakura reached up to touch his face, but the heavy warmth on her body was already lifting and only cool air met her fingertips. In the shadows, the sharingan dimmed and flickered out as her hands dully went through the motions of the body jutsu. It was only when the illusion was finished that it fully hit her-- where she was and what she was doing.
…Funny. She would have laughed, only her silent sobs were already choking her throat. It had been part of the deal, after all, unspoken and just as well-heard. Sasuke would never cry, and so she couldn't. Not now, not in this body.
But she'd tangled up lies and half-truths for so long it was hard to remember even which one was important, and so she counted the tears on her cheek while his hands and mouth moved roughly, insistently over sensitive skin. Dark hair meshed together when he brought his face close to hers, and her breath hitched involuntarily at the familiarity of the movement. For him, it was always done in silence with rough impatience, so when he flipped her over and rammed into her suddenly, she only screamed once- harsh and in a voice too low and familiar- before buckling slowly with the rhythm.
Raven hair plastered across her forehead and she tried not to think of how wrong it was in the way the man above her wanted her, or at least who she was supposed to represent. There were different kinds of love, after all, and she gasped and involuntarily arched her back at a particularly hard thrust.
Sakura wondered if Sasuke would have appreciated how his wife and brother grieved for him even as she came in his body.
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love binds/ blood holds
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