The sun was slowly starting to set. Its pink, tangerine and purple hues accenting the skies, resulting in a magnificent myriad of colors. The soft caresses of zephyr was beginning to get chillier by the moment, as the evening was already coming to a peak, silently welcoming the fall of nighttime, and as darkness truly coveted the skies, the first stars to appear were reflected by the deep blue waters of the lake lying below the majestic horizon.
Heedless to say, everything was perfect, the kind of scenery that people would normally take the time to enjoy.
But for two people, it only signified another bitter parting, and welcome another day of unspoken encounters and bitter pretense.
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They were there again on their usual spot. He was sitting against their sakura tree and she, in between his legs, her back to his chest, while her head was lying peacefully on the crook of his neck, the soft breeze blowing her long pink hair, that seemed to glow silver in the moonlight, with its scent lost together with the whispers of the wind.
To her, her pink hair was a great contrast to his midnight locks that reflected the sinful yet wonderful promises of nightfall. His onyx eyes were lost in the picture before him, drowning in its beauty. Sakura was always amused by how nature's magnum opus managed to captivate even a stoic man like Sasuke. She never bothered him, perfectly knowing that this was one of the very few moments that could give her lover the kind of peace he has long been searching for, next to her of course.
His face portrayed the nemesis of Adonis, with his smoldering dark eyes, high cheekbones, pointed nose and fine lips constantly reminding her the reason how he became her heart's greatest weakness. His strong and broad shoulders were enough to assure her of her protection. While the limited amount of sight of his tempting chiseled chest, offered by his yukata gave her the kind of comfort no night's sleep could ever amount to.
One of his hands was entwined with hers, while the other was gently caressing the clothed skin of her arm.
They sat there basking in the aftermaths of their previous lovemaking that transpired sometime during the coming of the evening, enjoying the love and comfort each unabashedly offers.
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Sakura fought back the tears that were threatening to fall, for even if her heart was heavy with grief, still, she wanted to savor this moment with Sasuke. After all, none of them knew when they would be able to feel each other's embrace again.