She has always wanted this.

Lips, hard, soft, full of passion – or was it lust? The meanings always blended together in her head.

Hands, fumbling, grasping, stroking, and suddenly, onyx eyes are narrowed on hers, demanding without words to know why she is just lying there, unresponsive.

Because she has always wanted this.

Fingernails, scraping, digging, punishing, as need and anger bring him to a new, higher emotional state, and suddenly he feels just as strong a lust to hurt her, to make her scream his name in pain and desire.

To make her look at him, only him, forever him.

Because she has always wanted this.

Body parts, entangled, sweaty, connected, and just as soon as it has started, it's over. She moves, but he grabs possessively, and she can see this will be what it is like, what it will continue to be like.

And she breaks, and grieves, and realizes she fell into something she can't get out of. Something that no one can save her from, not herself, not her friends.

And certainly not him. But she cannot remember his gentle caresses, instead remembering only hardness, only hate-filled, animalistic, black eyes.

Eyes, close.

Because she had always wanted this.


a/n: word count: 203.

such angst, i wonder. who is him? sasuke or.. -giggle-

again, interpret how you want. i left it open for that purpose. (: poor sakura, she has always wanted this.. too bad, it wasn't quite exactly what she wanted.

reviewwwww! please?