Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters.
Scar Tissue
Summary: There's some wounds, that not even a medic can fix.
You have been warned this fan fiction contains profanity, violence and lime/lemons. Reader discretion is advised.
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She called it sex with no strings attached. He called it making love.
Drabble: 02
A loud moan filled the room and echoed off the walls, only to be heard by the two occupants in the room. He groaned as she screamed his name, as if that was the only word that she knew, comprehended even.
"Sasuke!"
They were in euphoric bliss. An intricate dance of two bodies under bright moonlight. She screamed again as she trashed violently against his chest, begging for a release and he smirked at her facial reactions before complying with her demands to go faster. A groan slipped past his lips when her long nails raked his back, leaving trails of crimson.
It was in moments like this were just Sasuke and Sakura.
Two masochists.
Two broken lovers.
It was lightening, it was earth shattering.
It was more than just sex.
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Emerald green orbs blinked quizzically at the raven haired man slumbering next to her. He groaned when the morning sunlight danced on his face and forced him out of his dream world—where things were perfect. Where his deadgonenevercomingback parents smiled at him as he practiced his katon and his brother wasn't a raging psychopath.
His hold on her waist tightened and he pulled her naked frame into his built chest, momentarily forgetting his dark trail of thoughts.
He sighed and relished in the warmth, her body provided. The raven haired nin closed his eyes and pulled the white sheets over their bare frames. A hand trailed down slim thighs, coaxing the rosette to repeat last nights activities. In these sparse moments, he felt at peace, at home. He belonged.
She was home.
His home.
He belonged to this woman, whether she knew it or not.
She sheltered him from the dark, with love that never once wavered. This tiny medic guided him into the light, he thinks she is more than just a healer. He thinks she is an angel with her shiny hair, dazzling smile and innocent touches that set his body on fire.
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.
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"Hey."
"Hn."
"It's just sex. I hope you know that. No strings attached." She pulled her black panties up her strong thighs and sent the male a sad smile. "You can't love. This is the most I can do for you." Her matching black bra was on. He laid in bed lazily watching the woman gather garments he had torn off her body in a frenzy. His silence only adding insult. This was routine, she would remind him that it was just sex and leave his apartment: yet she raced through his thoughts, arising a fleeting warm feeling in his chest.
The rosette medic slowly walked to the bathroom, giving the Uchiha a view of her backside. Onyx eyes roamed over the exposed flesh, he noticed the marks on her thighs from where he had gripped her. He noted the trail of love bits and the slight wobble in her step. The bathroom door was left open, from his spot on his bed he watched her fix her sex crazed reflection before resurfacing in the messy bedroom.
"I'm leaving now."
He mentally cringed. He didn't want this to be a routine.
She was home.
He needed a home.
He did not want to be an orphan again
because without her he was lost.
Again.
His tall frame acted on its own accord and in a matter seconds, he wrapped his arms around her petite waist and pulled her into his frame.
"It's making love."
He could not love but she was always an exception.
Authors Note:
I think deep down inside, Sasuke's a guy capable of showing emotion. He's more than apathy and asshole-ness.
Please review. It's nice to hear what people think of your work instead. It's motivation.
Love Kandy
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