title: painting flowers
summary: in which sasuke had to make sure that she's real
genre: romance/sad but also cute
rating: t
notes: the song as a whole is angsty but i've had enough angst for this ship so please spare me


chapter 2: painting flowers

When I wake up
My dream isn't done
I want to see your face
And know I made it home


The nightmares never forget to pay him a visit, nor did his dreams, and tonight was not an exception. When Sasuke opened his eyes, the moon that he was used to seeing was covered by the ceiling that sheltered them.

He knew that he was home, but he had to make sure. One slight twist of his bicep, and he knew she was still in his arms. The feel of her body against his own should be enough for him to truly comprehend that they co-exist with each other, lying on the same bed, living under the same roof. It was enough, but he still wanted more.

He leaned slightly away from her, just to see her whole form clearly. Her lashes zip her eyes shut and her were slightly lips slightly apart, exhaling contentment.

She's so cute. The man was never the type to think or say of such mushy things, but Sakura defies that fact. Things don't always go the way they are to him, when it comes to her.

He continued to scan down to her legs, wrapped with his own. He didn't even remember his body claiming her. He never does. But when he woke up one day and she strut back to the room, a spatula in hand, and a curve on her mouth, she said, Sasuke-kun, the closet cuddle-whore, is being summoned for breakfast.

Oh god, the embarrassment. But it happened again that night, and the night after, and basically every night, and whatever she will say the next morning didn't matter.

Like right now.

Her arms attached itself to his waist. It was as if it was a bridge, an understanding between him and her. Only between him and her.

Sometimes, like tonight, Sasuke thinks if it was all a dream. For all the sins that he committed, did he really just open his eyes, waking up in the best way possible? It couldn't be true. He had to make sure.

"Tadaima"

He didn't expect her to be awake, so he was surprised when she responded by burying her face in the crook in his neck, muffling the laugh that emerged from her lips. The vibration reminded him that she was very much real.

"That is probably the thousandth time you said that since you arrived last week."

Sasuke's eyes still hasn't left her, even though the only thing that he could see were pink strands. "I just want to keep it real."

I should be the one saying that, Sakura wanted to say, but instead, she said the line that matched Sasuke's.

"Okaeri."