Prompt: Domestic moment where Sasuke carries a naked and sleeping Sakura to bed after she falls asleep in the tub. Marriage fluff. Sasuke Pov.
For Teddybear. :) [This has adult themes but nothing actually 'adult', and it might be a bit less fluffy than you imagined/requested. Since Sakura was asleep I sort of couldn't bring the fluff in the same way I can when she is awake. But I tried my best and I'm pretty pleased! :D]
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The bathroom is illuminated with the golden glow of Sakura's favourite scented candles. Her satin robe, emblazoned with their clan's symbol, hangs over the full length mirror; it is directly in front of the entry way and he is able to see his own appearance. Sasuke needs a wash as well, and he needs to get out of his black ops uniform. His face is smudged, and his hair is mussed from the mask he removed moments ago.
His eyes fall upon Sakura's towel, which is on the basin. It looks like it was thrown there haphazardly. The corner of the white cloth holds the lettersU.S, for Uchiha Sakura. Sasuke's towels are much darker in colour because he kept ruining the lighter ones. In fact, Sakura has banned him from using light coloured anything for fear of him ruining it. He's a shinobi, not a monster, but she's right; despite how neurotic he tends to be, Sasuke does have a knack for not caring about his state after training and missions.
His eyes skirt over a blue towel, folded at the end of the tub. His initials stare back at him, embroided in gold. Three candles line the edge of the tub, where a window spans its length. The shade is down, but usually they are able to look out into a private garden of Sakura's making.
His wife is in the middle of it all, asleep, naked as the day she was born, and beautiful as Kami made her. The fire of the candles flicker against his watchful obsidian, and Sasuke appreciates the view. Her skin is creamy, and toned; her nipples are peaked with the cool air, as she sits with her breasts just above the water. He breathes in contentedly, despite being a little aroused, and he enjoys the familiar vanilla aroma, as well as the familiar sight.
Leaning against the door frame, his arms cross over his chest.
"Tch," leaves his lips a moment later, and he shakes his head.
Sakura may be beautiful, but she is also completely typical. This isn't the first time she has passed out in the tub. She must be an idiot looking to kill herself while no one else is home.
He steps into the room and starts to undress methodically, since his wife looks fairly stable for the moment. He wonders briefly if she was waiting for him to arrive, but it doesn't look like it. There doesn't seem to be much room for him with all of the medical text books surrounding the tub. One text is dangerously close to falling in the water, which smells of berries; it's a concoction that Sakura perfected years ago, and is a good muscle relaxant.
Sakura obviously relaxed a little too much, and one of these days she might actually drown herself.
It's a good thing he is home now.
Sasuke finishes stripping, and he throws his soiled clothes in the hamper. He doesn't bother leaving his underwear on; this is their private bathroom that is attached to their bedroom, and if he wants to walk around in the nude, he will.
Sasuke unbinds his regenerated arm, before leaning down to pull off his socks. The white material soars into the hamper, and he steps up to the bathtub where a snoring Sakura lies slumped in lukewarm water.
His first point of call is her beloved text book, which he saves from its watery funeral.
Next he says her name softly,
"Sakura. I'm home."
His wife doesn't shift, but he sees her eyes move behind her lids. She might have heard him in her dreams.
Sasuke sighs, reaching forward with his unbound hand -white with harishama's cells- and he pushes her hair away from her face.
His fingers slide against her scalp, as his hand rests above her ear. He's not sure why this is comforting, but it is.
"Sakura." He says her name again, and she leans into his touch. Still, she doesn't wake.
So he acts accordingly, doing exactly what he normally does in this situation.
He grabs her towel, and with a slosh of water, Sasuke hooks his arms beneath Sakura. She must have been exhausted, because usually she stirs at this point.
"Idiot." He whispers against her temple, kissing her there. Sakura's head burrows against his neck, in her sleep, and she sighs out his name.
"Come on." He mutters, walking her to the bed.
Sasuke places her down atop her towel, and he retreats to the bathroom for another to dry her off. He is back a second later, and pauses at the edge of the bed, issuing himself a warning.
Sasuke is assaulted with how very erotic his wife looks; she's naked and glistening from her bath; her cheeks are flushed, and so is her chest. She's completely bare for him to see, and his eyes skirt along the battle scars marring her torso; he pauses at the scar spanning her lower abdomen from the surprise C-section. Sasuke admittedly loves Sakura's scars - they remind him of how tough she is, despite her obvious beauty.
His gaze flits lower…
…
"Down." He mutters to himself, glancing at the floor quickly.
It has been awhile since they've been intimate, but now is not the time, even if his body disagrees.
Despite his respectful intentions, it takes ten minutes to have Sakura dry and beneath the covers, which is a job that usually only takes five minutes, when he isn't so interested.
Sasuke breathes out in relief, when her body is completely away from view, as he tucks her in. His relief is brief; he knows that she is naked beneath the sheet, and he can imagine it very clearly; he'll feel her against him when he slips beneath the covers to sleep.
He ignores the want to kiss her awake; to feel her breast; to taste her clean skin.
Instead, Sasuke walks back into the bathroom for his wash, and his jaw clenches tightly. His mind is full of Sakura, and blood that was formerly in his head, has fled to…other places. He looks to the bath, and then quickly to the shower, which he thinks might be the right choice…
Cold water isn't going to settle the arousal he feels, however. Additionally, as soon as he slides into bed, Sasuke knows that Sakura will press her naked back against him, wiggling her rear against his crotch - she'll be asleep, and he'll be a goner.
Sasuke imagines Sakura's perfect, rounded, behind.
His thoughts delve deeper, just like he wishes to do with his wife, and the nin makes his choice -
Hot shower it is.
He'll join his beautifully nude Sakura soon…after some damage control.
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an/ ;) I think you know what I'm inferring =P
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