I had to write a little angst. I love angst.

The alcohol felt a lot weaker than it should have. He should've been drunk from the amount he had consumed but he wasn't. And Sasuke knew he should stop drinking so much but he wouldn't. He liked to drink; he liked the burn going down, the burn continuing down into the blood that pooled in his legs, the burn of his cheeks as he drank more, and the way it took away the burn that scorched his heart during the day.

He also loved the way she burned. Her gaze made him hot and her skin would leave a searing sensation on his. Her mouth was hot and it felt great on his cock, but her core was hotter and it felt as sinful as being sent straight to hell for the naughtiest of reasons. Everything about her was heat, hot, and burning and Sasuke loved the way it hurt.

He knew he shouldn't drink so much, but the cycle was familiar and it was comfortable and he didn't want to stop.

He heard a knock on the door.

He heard the same knock every Thursday at 10pm and he liked it. Sasuke liked order and he liked routine. He found predictability comforting and he really liked the knock on his door at 10pm every Thursday.

"Hey." He opened the door and let her in.

"Hey." She always replied with a smile and it was bright like the sun. Bright, and warm enough to temp Icarus to fly.

Sasuke's wings hadn't melted yet.

She walked into his living room after him where the television was playing and his bottle of liquor was on the table. She had noticed he stopped mixing his liquor several months earlier, and he had stopped chasing it only a few weeks prior. But she didn't mind, or at least if she did, she never thought about it or said anything. She knew it wasn't the way he needed her even though it was the way she cared for him.

They sat down and she rested her head on his shoulder before letting out a content and relaxed sigh. It was the type of sigh reserved for being comfortable around a lover, but Sasuke neither loved her nor was he her lover. They weren't bound by a verbal contract or fidelity or monotony and it was how it had been for almost a year.

But maybe he had drank too much tonight.

It only took a sigh to leave her mouth before he had her pinned under him in a whirlwind of needy lust. She responded immediately and soon they were naked and he was inside and it was hot and it felt so right until either of them remembered that it shouldn't be.

He picked her up by her ass and her back to carry them to his bed but only made it to the hall. She had clenched around him as he stumbled towards his room and he knew she knew it drove him wild. He put her down, turned her over, parted her legs with his foot and drove her up the fucking wall until she begged because she 'couldn't take it anymore'.

Sasuke scooped her up in his arms and walked until he could throw her on his bed. It was a king size bed. Big enough to hide from the nightmares that plagued him, big enough for it to feel like a small country that Sasuke ruled with her in his arms, and big enough to roll over and not need to snuggle with someone during a one night stand. But Sasuke never had one night stands and she always snuggled.

She was close but he wasn't. Or at least he didn't want to be. He never wanted to be. Being with her like this was like looking into heaven through impassable gates and he was always too stubborn to admit he could use some soft clouds and an angel during the day.

He had definitely drank too much tonight, he couldn't even tell if he was drunk.

He hovered over her for a moment before placing his hand in her hair and entering again while he kissed her with all he had. Or maybe he hadn't drunk enough? She made him feel with his rusty heart and he hated it and he fucked her hard to convey his frustration. And she took it all every time because she could bear his frustration, and she loved his cock, and the way he fucked her with it and she loved him and-whoops, did she just admit that to herself?

Sasuke was closer than he wanted to be so he slowed his pace.

Or something like that.

He dipped his head into her neck and breathed in her scent to distract himself. He felt a small, fragile hand weaving in and out of his hair and the unintentional massage felt so right. He lost himself in the feeling and nuzzled her neck with his nose and kissed her like it meant the world to him that she was here right now so he wouldn't be alone. He pulled away and when he looked into her eyes he saw the world.

His world?

No he was just drunk. Or was he? He couldn't remember what he had decided, so he fucked the pretty girl underneath him like she was his world and deserved everything he wasn't able to offer her; Every stroke a promise she knew he hadn't planned on making.

She cried his name and clung to his shoulders with her nails that were cut too short to leave angry, red trails. She settled on repeating his name at the end of each breathe like the rhythm of a heartbeat until he really did give her a glimpse of heaven and fluffy clouds and angels and all that great shit you get when you led a good life.

The sounds of her cries were unbearably sexy and the feeling of her hot heat pulling him even deeper than he was inside her was just too much to handle and he felt himself losing all control. He wrapped his arms around her petite frame and kissed her like he meant it damn it. Then he surrendered to her sex and came hard. It was the closest they'd ever been while being this close and it just didn't feel as wrong as it usually did.

They were closer than they usually were when they finished but it didn't seem to bother either of them. He pulled out and pulled her to his chest while they caught their breaths. She thought about how much she liked the taste of rum on a tongue that wasn't hers, but after a few minutes she removed herself from his arms to crawl out of their imaginary kingdom.

"Sakura, where are you going?"

"You know I'm going Sasuke."

"Come back."

Sasuke Uchiha didn't ask, he told. But he had asked her to stay and Sakura could hear it in his voice. She rolled over to look at him with apprehensive eyes.

But Sasuke didn't want apprehension; he wanted the world. He wanted to be her world. Or something like that, he couldn't tell because he was drunk. No, he was definitely sober. Well it didn't really matter, either way he wanted Sakura in his bed. Tonight, and every night after this.

She returned to where she was in his arms but remained stiff.

"I never stay Sasuke."

"That's cause I never tell you how much I want you to stay with me Sakura."

"You're drunk Sasuke."

"I'm not."

"I know."

"Just don't leave me right now Sakura. I need you. I want you here."

She hesitates but continues.

"I love you too Sasuke. Sleep now, I'll still be here when you wake up."

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Also I'm gonna start sharing what I'm reading on here.

I just finished Limit by JinnySkeans and I would highly recommend it!