Sitting in her plush chair, Sakura was in one of those days where her head was stuck between over-thinking and reminiscing.
The night was gloomy, wet and the scent coming through her window was one of fresh flowers and rich cold air. The rain was non-stop in the month of march.
Sakura looked around, seeing the same old furniture, the wooden dressing table, the vintage door to their closet and the big ol' bed resting comfortably against one wall of the room. She led a sweet, "fluffy" as Ino called it, life. Getting off the chair, she made her way to the mirror, another big object perched beside the dressing table. It was a full-length, the only thing she had brought with her after leaving home.
It was so out of place, the old yellow wood against the polished brown ones.
And the only thing Sasuke had allowed her to bring along. He was a bit traditional, her Sasuke. He believed a wife should be provided for by the husband, she should be the gentle and he, the commander. She hadn't minded it though, she never did. She was taught from the beginning until the end how to be the perfect lady.
This is how she had been told to belong. To exist inside of the so called luxurious royal Uchiha lineage.
Perched on the bed was a lovely shade of pink box, garnished with a sweet pink bow. It was hard to ignore; the box lit like flames against the dark. It was her birthday, and Sasuke never missed to present her with something extravagant.
In the same way that she was taught, he was taught to be the perfect gentlemen, as perfect as men can get. She always thought he had been great at courtesies, the best with manners and more than polite on every occasion with her. And sometimes, she hated him for it. Sakura feared their marriage was nothing but what it was planned to be, arranged. It was formal and all business. Even after 10 year together, she still couldn't completely figure out what went on through his head. After all this time, she often felt a stranger lay his hand on her hip and softly breathe onto the back of her neck. But Sakura Uchiha had accepted it, because no love was better than no Sasuke.
Putting the usual thoughts out of her mind, she went over and laid down on the soft cushions of her bed. Her back was tired from the days work. Being a business Tycoon's wife was no easy deal, it wasn't always shoes and clothes.
Though, of course, most simply expected her to be the trophy wife only.
She often helped out with many things herself. Sasuke was traditional, but that didn't mean he underestimated women, and for that she was glad. He trusted her with the work and the day she failed him would be the death of her. She would never be able to look at him again.
The pillows comforted her ache and soothed her nerves.
The lavender scent slowly filling her with sweet sleep. Sakura looked over to the small box. Before she dosed off, she thought to check out her gift. He had bought it for her, and no matter what it was, she would hold it dear to her heart. She rose up, reached for it and took it with both her hands. It was the size of a regular sheet of paper with the depth of a shoebox. At a closer look, you could see lace lined up against the edges. She opened it and the inside was filled with beautiful fur-like material, like cotton but silkier. She tossed the paper aside and brought out the material to lay on the bed.
At first, it didn't make sense. She wasn't sure what exactly it looked like. There were many strings attached, so she doubt it was clothing. After laying it out she could see it better. It was a top but the chest part of it was missing, wait, no, not missing, it was just VERY tiny. It was black and red and a tiny Uchiha logo was printed exactly where her belly button should be. The material was soft and velvety to touch. And the part that was stringy turned out to be the bottom. The.. Underwear, of sort. It didn't look like it covered much.
It was lingerie.
Sakura wondered if there been a mistake. Yes, there had to be. In the 10 years together, the couple had "gone to bed" many times, intensively, but never had Sasuke made that kind of a move. Her over-thinking had brought her to wonder if, maybe, he had a mistress somewhere and accidentally switched the gifts, and when meaning to buy her a dress, got her this thing. She hit herself on the head for the thought of it though. Sasuke was a proud man. No matter how sexual his fantasies got, he would never resort to that. She put the material back into the box and took it inside the closet, towards her side. She shoved it onto one of the drawers, never wanting to look at it again. For sure that gift was an accident, for sure he meant to get her something else. Maybe she'd question him about it later, but she thought to just let it go. Sasuke never asked her much about the presents after he gave them to her.
She went back to bed, the lingerie swept out from her thoughts, and slowly got under the heavy covers. After mere seconds, her breathing was soft and steady and she was asleep.
He entered the room slowly. His footsteps light but confident as they walked over to the freshly cleaned, scented, pressed and what-not bed. He stopped just few short inches before the edge. His eyes stared ahead at the lush of short pink hair belonging to his newly wedded wife. She was sitting there unnaturally stiff and he could feel the tension waving off of her.
"We're staying here for about two weeks. I might have to leave earlier but I'll let you know beforehand."
Sakura, who was sitting on the bed facing the opposite, nervously replied with a soft "okay".
She shyly looked towards his side, not quite looking at him. A few seconds of silence hovered until the sound of soft linens rubbing was heard.
Sasuke sat poised and silent beside her, his face void of any nervousness. Any emotions as usual.
He looked at the woman before him, no, the girl before him. She was only eighteen and he was three years older than her. Their marriage had taken place for show, for unification. Her father had given her away in celebration of a 30 billion dollar contract.
As he stared at her slightly shy expression; those soft lips, her nervous eyes and her cheeks that were slowly turning the shade of her hair, he definitely thought she was worth the money.
He got closer towards her frame an asked her to look him in the eye. She shifted her gaze towards him as much as she could.
"You understand this has to be done right? Traditions are traditions."
She looked up into his eyes and lingered a while. "I understand."
He presses his hands firmly together and looks away with contemplating eyes.
"but.. I do understand if you'd like to wait. You're young."
and she understands his implication. He assumes she's never had a sexual relationship before, which he's completely on point about.
He himself was no stranger to desires and pleasures however. With looks, money, and even a royal lineage back home, he had almost everything at the palms of his hands. Beautiful, desirable women were no short of that.
Sakura looks onto his eyes. He's trustworthy, she thinks, although she has no basis for it.
And he's very handsome.
He could have walked out of one of her secret stash of male underwear magazines. The ones Ino used to sneak into her house.
But there's also a roughness to him that belongs more to an athlete.
He has no flaws she thinks, and it throws her out of place.
He's out of my league.
"No.." she says with an unwavering voice. "traditions are traditions. I don't want to wait."
She'd like to know what it felt like. To be in someone's arms. To make love.. to orgasm.
Ino had gone about it for days when she had asked. They were only fifteen then. And it seemed like everyone had somehow found love, experiences and she hadn't even known where to begin.
"It might hurt."
That's no new to her, but she knows it wont make it any less true. She stays in silence and hopes he will know how to proceed. Because she sure as hell didn't.
He comes closer towards her and she feels his hand press onto the sheets.
Her eyes close. She feels his breathing first before feeling the soft of his lips.
This is not her first kiss, but dear god, did a kiss always feel like this?
There's more skin now, more fingers as his hands bring her closer towards him.
She unsure whether she's doing the right thing, but her hands find their way around his shoulders and his back.
It doesn't take long to take the clothes off.
Her nightgown on their floor, along with his shirt and tie.
She doesn't remember when her shoes came off.
There's not much space to think, with his strong arms holding her up. The fingers that were prying her underwear away.
And in a silent moment, he slowly enters her.
Oh, she thinks. This is what it feels like.
The pain comes, like a short prick, then it leaves just as fast.
For a while there is numbness only before she can feel the weight of pleasure.
He is gentle, she is thankful for that. Breathing along with him, she can't even think beyond their moment.
When did we turn the lights off?
Oddly, there is a peace and sense of safety that she finds in this stranger's arms.
Before long, she moves along with him, rougher than before, only blinding pleasure in her sight.
"yes, more, a little more-"
It intensifies the moment she feels his fingers rubbing at her nub. He brings down his head, pulling the skin of her chest slightly with his teeth, moving down until his tongue finds the pink of her nipples.
She arches her back and gives in to all of it.
.
.
When morning comes, he's no longer beside her. But he gives her a call later on in the day.
"Sorry," he says. "I had to leave. We'll go somewhere else other time."