Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters; they belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I don't get any money from this.
Warnings: This was written because I ship all the ships. NaruSaruSakuHina pairing (is this a thing?), so there's gonna be poly and minor smut. This is set when Naruto is a couple with Hinata, and Sakura and Sasuke are non-exclusively, not-in-a-relationship dancing the machoism tango with each other. That's about it.
Fitful nights after days of dying and healing are what she falls asleep to. The springs on the bed creak and moan even though it is only one person tossing and turning. She presses her pillow into a helmet covering her ears, but that does not quiet out the sound of silence and the bed creaking just for her to hear.
Two countries away, he wanders in darkness under fading stars hoping she sleeps safe and away from him. He hopes she does not sleep alone, that she does not wait for a promise he cannot keep; he has told her this. Still, she waits for him. Still, the memory of her kiss warms his cold.
Naruto and Hinata sleep together. The only thing that wakes them is the occasional whispers about their friends sleeping separately. They, however, have each other to kiss the other's words away when worries become too much.
Sometimes, though, shadows on Sakura's eyes become too much and she allows herself to be pulled into her friends' warm bed. Clasping onto white and golden limbs like a monkey, she is sung to sleep by the lullaby of another person's breathing.
The next morning, when she wakes horrified at breaking the loyalty Sasuke specifically told her not to keep, Hinata straddles her lap and kisses her words away for the first time. Naruto wraps his arms around the two of them, fingers flickering up her thighs and playing until she is arching and shaking.
Simple, he says, the Bastard can just join them.
…
Sasuke stays away; Sakura does not stay waiting. Nights are easier not alone. When he comes back, Sasuke, too, will not be alone.
When Sasuke finally does return, his feet begin to walk to the hospital—to Sakura—before his brain and logic remind him to head to the Tower. Kakashi has stepped down, so that means he will get to see the idiot and give his report. This is almost as good as seeing Sakura—better in some ways because he does not feel the guilt of being glad that she is still waiting. Worse in some ways because he remembers the blood on his hands and the sound of Naruto's fading heart from oh-so-many years ago.
He hurries inside. Storm clouds gather, omening rain and wet and cold.
He opens the door. Then, for a moment, he considers closing the door, but he cannot. Instead, he just stares transfixed.
Sakura, small breasts bare and bouncing, has legs wrapped around Hinata's neck as the other woman is half-bent over the desk as Naruto thrusts into her from behind. Hinata's dark head moves between Sakura's legs and Naruto's mouth paints caresses down Sakura's pale neck. One of Naruto's hands plays with Hinata's hair, and his other hand…his other hand is caught somewhere in the jigsaw of dancing bodies and limbs. Sasuke cannot tell where Sakura or Hinata or Naruto ends or begins or ends…he wants to fit but does not think he will.
Three pairs of eyes look at him. Sasuke feels alone. The bodies then untangle. Sakura, stalking like a panther at night, and Hinata swaying like a swan, come to greet him. Naruto lowers himself into the chair, half smirking in the silence but body tense. It is too quiet and Sasuke can feel lightning crackling in Naruto's eyes like the impending storm outside.
Hinata advances and kisses him sweetly, murmuring welcome back, Sasuke-kun.
She is soft and tastes like mint. Sasuke is not sure what to make of that, but with the other two's eyes upon him, he says still, unsure what to do. It is unfamiliar, but it is not unpleasant. Sasuke has never been with someone who is soft before. Even with Sakura, they have too many broken edges.
Then, there is a hand on his hair and he is pulled down to meet Sakura, who bites him gently on the lip while running her hands up and down his body. I missed you, she says. This is what she always says.
Sasuke then feels guilty for imagining himself with the both of them at once.
The fantasy is ended as Sakura sighs ever so slowly. It sounds like a pleased sigh—like that of a cat after it catches a mouse. Sasuke is immediately suspicious.
She then asks Naruto to bend Sasuke over his desk and pound him until he cannot walk (until he cannot leave, even though he has to, Sakura knows) while she and Hinata watch. Sasuke looks at her, and Sakura simply adds she and Hinata like watching.
The resulting silence is broken by a boom of thunder and the impending storm finally breaks into water falling to earth.
Naruto laughs. I thought you'd never ask, he says as he lunges forward to bite Sasuke on the hollow of his shoulder
….
Later that night, rain and wind howls and Sakura's bed creaks. But now it is from the sound of people awake instead of one person almost asleep. When Sakura wakes to the gentle light of dawn, the jumbled jigsaw of three has become an entirety of four people tangled together into a knot. Wrapping her arms around Sasuke, Sakura smiles and drifts back to her dreams.
Two hours later, she is woken to Hinata serenely asking if Sasuke tackling Naruto for the stolen covers is an invitation to commence sex again. Sasuke stares at Hinata as if he has never seen her before, and Naruto uses this opportunity to pin Sasuke to the bed and grind down on him until he bucks and moans. Hinata says she interprets this as a yes.
Sakura leans down to kiss Sasuke hello. The storm is over, but they are still together.
