Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Theme: Affair.
Pairing: Implied SasuSaku.
Warning: Mature Sexual Themes. Please no flames complaining about the message.
Enjoy.
Sakura never enjoyed storms. Instead of lying in bed lazily and watching the water drip down her window, she cringes when the mattress shifts down.
Her hair is being played with, and she does not enjoy it. She imagines hard calloused fingers trailing down her neck and tries to ignore the unwanted feeling.
Dry lips land on her shoulder, placing sloppy trails on her skin. She wants to cry out, push him away.
She wants to deny him any chance of her. Any part of her, anything.
He unbuttons her shirt, and she does not push him away. Her mind screams at her, 'run, run, RUN!' but she lays there, not wanting but willing.
He's pushing against her, and the pain mixes in with her gasps. She wonders if he's angry. He's usually very soft with her, gentle almost.
"You smell like him."
Ah. "I do."
He grabs her wrists, and pauses. "You shouldn't have to."
She chokes on her breath, because he has sped up again, "He's my husband."
Her breasts are displayed, the air tingling against her skin. He leans down, tastes her. "Hello, wife."
She opens her eyes, "Hello, husband," and looks away to stare at the wet weather.
He shifts his weight to rest on top of her, but no uncomfortably. She raises her head to stare at him, because he's dropped his head to rest on her chest.
He just laid there, watching the rain drops.
He bites her, enjoying the way the skin adjusted to the pressure. She did not complain.
"Do you really?"
She keeps her head down, "I love him."
He laughs, "What a way to love, Sakura."
She looks at him, and leans forward. Her lips touch his before he can savor it and she's leaving the bed. "No better than this, Sasuke."
You can choose who the husband is. Personally, I imagined Neji while writing this. I'll be putting all my M-Rated one-shots in here. Requests open. Any pairing. Reviews would be appreciated.
Until Next Time,
Darkofthenight.