A/N: I wrote this a long time ago, during the summer actually. I just got back into Naruto shoujo ai in general and thought, "Ah, why the hell not?" So I'm posting this now. And yes, I know the title is horribly cliché; please don't hate me. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Sakura doesn't exactly know where it started. It had originally been a simple sort of fling. Sasuke had long been gone from the village, and Naruto was out on missions far too often. The two girls were alone much too often, and so they had gone to get a coffee together, hoping the bustling business of the café could ease their pain; and somehow, forty minutes later, ended up naked on Hinata's bed, finding sex had eased the pain instead.
They avoided each other after that, but Sakura could not get the thought of Hinata out of her mind. She found herself craving Hinata's soft lips and flushed skin. It was different than Sasuke in every way. The way she had felt for Sasuke had had a peculiarly distinct harshness to it; it came with an achy feeling that stayed in her chest. This feeling for Sakura was new and strange, but felt warm and started at her toes and drifted all the way up until her body was engulfed in it and all she could do was smile. She reminded herself that she really should not be smiling – Sasuke is long gone, you cannot smile without him, she tells herself – but every time Sasuke drifts into her mind, his face is replaced by Hinata.
When Hinata comes to her door later and knocks very softly, twice, and Sakura sees her from the upstairs window, she suppresses every cell in her body, every fibre of her being that is telling her to let out a shriek of joy and instead runs faster than she has ever run in her whole life down the stairs and to the door. She tries to open it, only to forget that it is locked. Pulling the door open, greeted with the face that has occupied her thoughts for the last few days, Sasuke is the farthest thing from her mind.
When she notices the red staining Hinata's cheeks, Inner Sakura does a dance for joy, and outer Sakura can barely stop herself from jumping on the girl – no, woman – in front of her. She asks her to come in, asks her in a voice that is not her own.
When they kiss on the couch later that day, when Hinata says, "Please Sakura, this is all I want," and when Sakura whispers, "I need you," she feels God has smiled on her for the first time in a long while.
And she thinks maybe, just maybe, this could work.
- I never did believe in miracles
but I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the
ways of magic
but I'm beginning to wonder why -