He never doubted himself. To think that he was flawed in anyother way was ludicrous in his perfect eyes. He admited his sins, he knew what he was.

She doubted herself fervently, nothing she did was sufficient enough. And yet, compared to his hideous soul, she was a goddess. Hers was the soul of purity, of love and compassion. Every heart beat used to save, to heal.

Her light blinded him at times, it was excrutiating to stand in her radiance. Oh, but he loved to bask in it. When she was in his arms, it felt as if heaven itself was allowing his damned spirit a glimpse, just one, of the paradise he would never attain acess too.

And when she cried for him, his heart felt as if it were swelling. When she screamed for him, her sweet voice echoed in his cold mind; sparking waves of heat, sending them travelling through his otherwise vacant existance.

And when she reciprocated, when she pinned him beneath her, she showered him with the essense that was her.

Watching her, her glorious rosette locks matted against her sweat ridden skin; the passion they shared bringing their bodies into complete exhaustion.

Her emerald eyes stared into his with such intensity, he felt a shiver cascade down his spine...

He grabbed her hips, holding her as close as humanly possible; though they were more than mere humans, when they were connected like this.

She moaned, her eyes never leaving his as she rocked her sensual hips onto him. Her iridescent skin shone in the light of the dawn, her figure moved with such assured grace he could only watch, completely mesmorised. This woman, this girl, was one he had rejected his entire life. Now she sat atop him, slowly bringing him to ecstacy, the one place he could never reach without her.

"I love you, Sasuke." She whispered.

Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her hips rocking in complete abandon. Her hands against his chest, droplets of sweat dripping onto him... His lips parted, his body shook, his fingertips grasped her soft flesh in such fashion he was sure she would have bruises when she awoke.

Kami, it was beautiful; it was sinful. It was everything he needed to feel, he would never tire of this... Those questions of why still faught their way into his subconscious, but were driven out when she screamed his name.

Her body tightening on his, drawing from him the very thing that crashed through her at that moment. He sat foward, catching her reddened lips with his own, wrapping her in his arms as her released inside her core.

Tingles of electricity through his being, his heart hammering against his rib cage, his breathing more erratic than it had ever been. All because of her. His yin. And if it rang true that she was meer mortal, than her brow must have been kissed by Kami, because only she held that power; to breathe life into his diseased soul.