SASORI x SAKURA: heartstrings
Disclaimer: I do not own (nor am I affiliated with) Naruto in any shape or form. I am merely using it's characters to whore out.
The pink blossom jerked at the puppet master's callused fingers in a subtle display of affection. She noted how his fingertips were swollen from the constant chakra flow to his puppet strings. The kunoichi remembers the feeling of chakra strings attached to her body and the way they tugged and pulled at her body. It reminded her of how Sasori's wooden fingers would press against her, hard and cool on the surface of her skin. His embrace wasn't as warm as Kakashi's or Naruto's, but she welcomed it nonetheless. Sakura would always remember his embrace, if nothing else. She knew they wouldn't last, because nothing did. Not his art, not Akatsuki, not Konoha, or Naruto, not Team Seven, nothing. She hoped that their days spent like this, lazy, in bed and half-asleep, would last as long as possible, though. She would draw close and nestle into the crook of his neck while he languidly kissed her neck and forehead. And when she thought back to the tale Chiyo told of his parents and their belated affection, Sakura would nuzzle in even closer and tighten her arms around his waist. Eventually, he moved and stirred the white linen sheets. They bundled up on her side while the red head slipped himself out of the bed with grace. Sakura almost felt drawn to follow him and again, she thought back to the day she followed Chiyo's movements as a puppet. The pink kunoichi couldn't decide exactly why she always wanted to be near Sasori. Eventually, after a bout of rambling in her head, she assumed he was pulling some sort of S-class jutsu involving chakra laden strings. That was that, because there was no other reason the ever-so-independent Sakura could even fathom following Sasori to the ends of the Earth and back.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this quick drabble.
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