Broken Children Nobody Knew
It is my first lemon so constructive criticism is welcome. This will also be a bit different from most lemons I've read. It'll be a slower paced, more emotion focused lemon than the more physical focused I've seen so yeah, sorry if it's too mushy or you throw up from its cheesiness or whatever, but since it is their long awaited first time and what with Satomi's trust issues I thought this method fit her best . . . . Please comment to let me know your thoughts and enjoy!
The moment Sasuke pulled Satomi into the cottage, his chest warmed at the mere sight of her. He had realized last time he was a little too eager and they had been impulsive as Satomi had said. However, now as he looked upon the girl she seemed to realize it too and suddenly became timid.
He stepped forward, standing in front of her. Using both hands, he drew her hair forward. He remembered once how Satomi had complimented Sakura on her straight, pink hair, how she wished hers could be tamed in such a way and how she admired her unique trait. When asked once what hair he liked on a girl, he had responded long hair simply because it reminded him of his mother, not because he was attracted to it.
Satomi's hair fell mid-thigh, but it was not tamed or silky like Mikoto Uchiha's or Sakura's. She had long layers that felt feather soft rather than silky and fell like waves instead of straight, glossy strands. She once referred to it as the color of mud that matched her eyes and she didn't necessarily hate it, but she didn't like it either. To her, it was not as unique or eye catching as bright strands, but to him it was perfection with a subdued earthy tone and in the sun, just like her eyes, it held just a hint of a brighter tone that caught the sunlight. The dark brown had hues like nature - and how could he ever get bored of that familiar woodland tree color or earth itself that he so often saw during his walks? Her hair was not messy, but she didn't make too much of an effort to control the waves either, simply brushing it out and letting it fall as it was. Just like Satomi, her hair was grounded yet left the impression that her soul could not be tamed.
His own soul felt held hostage in the palm of her hand, as his heart swelled, as though simply her presence breathed life into his soul, his love for her burning just like the flame that connected them. He just knew his heart would never be free of her and those rare times he thought of the very unlikely and distant future he dreamt of their combined growth of his family tree.
He touched her face, her skin soft beneath his strong, calloused hands. She turned her face into his hand and kissed the toughened ridges, shaped by his constant training, honoring his hard work. She always made an effort to kiss his hands, curse mark, and random scars; marks upon his skin that told the tragic story of the man she had learned to care so deeply for. She smiled as she brushed her lips over his palm, intertwining their fingers. She would forever honor him more than anyone, no matter how much they disagreed with his path.
"Satomi?" He husked, watching her lips slide to the inside of his wrist, the feathery touch sending shivers up his spine.
Her earthy orbs locked onto his nearly solid black ones. Lights. His irises were so dark, just a shade lighter than his pupils, but the light managed to dance off of them like a starry night. Finding those well hidden lights unveiled the sight that the darkness covered. She could never have the sky, but she could have something pretty close when she was by his side.
When they were young they had been so alone. The last Uchiha and kidnapped Mother were children that everyone knew of and yet nobody knew. No one knew the tears he had tasted shamefully crying himself to sleep at night only to cover it up once the judging glances of girls or ordinary people saw him pass by. No one knew that Tamotsou had drilled into her head to never cry when their village was in more pain; and so she settled on thinking that the flood of blood as the League's blades and hands burned her skin was nothing but a small punishment for her weakness. For so many years they hid the hurt, the pain, saying they were fine, when they were anything but. The ache of being spared the tragedies that befell those close to them simply because their power - for the pitiful reasons that Itachi wanted to fight him while Ace wanted to use her as a tool - guilt and sorrow bloomed within their souls and ripped at their insides. No one knew that they felt as if they were burned from within, the calm on their face nothing but an ongoing lie.
The world had to stay out as they built their defenses, brick by brick, wall by wall. Their fragile lie of composure and strength threatened to collapse should they ever fall. Loneliness, even when surrounded by people who adored yet never knew them, consumed their trust until their life was swallowed by fear of being betrayed by those who once claimed they loved them.
And though they hated the thought of being seen as weak, they always secretly waited for someone's eyes to see their mask and care enough to remove it. To unveil the truth, their brokenness and still accept them when they could never be as lively and open with their feelings as most people; to not make them worry about betrayal. Was that too much to ask?
These were the broken children that nobody knew. Inside their walls this Hayashi and Uchiha were forever enclosed, until onyx pierced it's way through earth and a grounded, subtle light slipped it's way into darkness.
They weren't alone. Not anymore.
Satomi smiled into his palm, "I've wanted to do this for so long. I'm sorry I made you wait."
"I know it'll be worth it," He smirked, voice low and her lips twitched up at the corners. A light sigh of content met his lips as he leaned down and kissed her. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over her cupid's bow before slipping it past her lips. He drew back just enough so that he could look at her flushed cheeks and warm eyes as he placed his hands on her waist, fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt and dipped his chin to rest his head on her shoulder as he caught his breath. She leaned close and ran her nose along his temple, chills shooting down his neck and to his chest.
His muscles contracted in awareness as he tentatively pushed her skirt to the floor. She stepped out of it then kicked her long boots off as he did the same with his sandals. At the sight of her navy lace panties, he fought the urge to drop to his knees. He began sliding his hands down her curves and looked down at the smooth, lightly tanned skin from her thigh to ankle. He ran a finger across one warm thigh and she slid her hands under the fabric of his shirt before she lifted it up, his arms raising as he helped her pull it off, revealing a body where every hard muscle flowed beautifully under his porcelain skin. He was a living piece art. His muscles sculpted, and scars painted like quick strokes of a brush on his skin. She loved his scars, they proved that he had lived, been hurt; they showed the truth that while his life was extremely difficult, it was possible to prevail. His hard body was so enticing, almost begged for her gentle touch; every move of his muscles displaying his strength.
His eyes were locked onto her own once again as Satomi edged closer until she leaned forward and nuzzled his neck, "What am I going to do with you?" Her sultry voice made him shiver.
"Kiss me, I hope," He rasped. She smiled against his neck as she planted delicate kisses and her tongue danced across his skin, kindling a spark within him to a full blown flame that weakened parts of him while strengthening others, "Is the door locked?" Sasuke's voice husked, his eyes shut closed when she went to his adam's apple, nipping the skin a little, "Knowing those idiots, they'd just barge right in."
"Uh huh," Satomi's brain was having a hard time keeping up with what he was saying as she felt his warm breath tickle her hair when he spoke.
"Good," Sasuke snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her closer, his clothed thighs brushing her bare ones.
She looked up at his soft lips and licked her own. Then in a quick move, she got on her toes and he leaned his head down, their lips meeting in the middle, Sasuke's free hand cupping the back of her neck. The press of his mouth to hers was a soft touch that grew more urgent, not in speed but rather deeper, harder, more desperate with every second. She splayed her fingers across his chest and gradually backed Sasuke up against the closed door of the bedroom, bringing her full weight into him, teasingly rocking against him once. If it wasn't for Sasuke's hold on her she would have fell weak at the knees after the hungry groan he made.
A minute into that kiss, and Satomi's body was burning with desire that she never thought could come from such tender touches of hands and lips. Then their tongues connected again. A flash of electricity seemed to shoot through their bodies and Sasuke grabbed on to Satomi with a little firmness, holding her by the hips, guiding her to move against him again, to brush that soft, curved body against his growing bulge.
The door faintly rattled behind him with their tentative movements. There was nothing rushed about the kiss, about the way they just barely rocked against each other. Nonetheless, even with the tenderness, a primal need had erupted inside them, leaving them unable and unwilling to stop the desire shooting through them, "Satomi," He said around a groan as she kissed a path down his neck. He smirked, "There isn't anyone nearby this secluded cottage. We don't have to be quiet."
Satomi pulled back, eyes wide as he stared at Satomi's lips again, licked his own. She gently tugged at his hair, eliciting another groan from him, louder this time and leaned his head down to connect their lips once more and that was it. They gave themselves over to the moment, over to each other.
There wasn't a part of her mouth's caverns his tongue hadn't discovered and her kisses met his with equal, deep passion as he ran his fingers through her long tresses, marveling at the feathery feel as his lips captured hers and his tongue savored her taste. He slid the waves through his fingers and pulled her head back to taste the skin on her neck.
She moaned at the tug and willingly tilted her head a little more to grant him better access. He nibbled her earlobe, lightly teasing and caressing the spot under her ear with his tongue before all he could taste was Satomi. Sweet and unique and Satomi. He trailed a path of kisses along her collarbone, her skin was smooth, soft, and so completely feminine. He drew the skin into his mouth and she moaned as she leaned into him, her fingers tangled in his hair. She pulled at his dark hair and he groaned as he gladly went back to her lips to kiss and savor and claim.
Sasuke reached behind him and opened the bedroom door, closing it while she still held onto him. She shuddered with anticipation as he walked them backwards into the room, his eyes never leaving her face. The expression they held shook her to the core. It was intense, hungry, sexual, and animalistic.
He laid her onto the soft comforter and laid his own body down beside hers. For a moment, they did nothing, simply stared deeply into the dark eyes gazing back as he tenderly cupped her cheek with his hand. Every fiber of her body jolted awake at his touch as he ran his hand down the length of her body, savoring her curves as his fingers sent desire running hot through her veins. She shivered as he grazed his lips across her cheekbone before kissing the corner of her lips. She was amazed at this new, tender handling of her and she claimed his mouth, tasting the delightful essence of his lips that moved with hers with a deep intensity that she hadn't experienced with him before. Her hands caressed his muscles as he continued to captivate her lips, her moans helplessly slipping past her lips. He moved a hand to the back of one of her legs and hooked it on his hip.
Their kiss deepened as their mouths tasted and pulled on the others lips, making them swollen. They were kissing as if he was all hers and she his, their possessiveness exciting them further and Satomi could feel the moistness between her legs become more slick as his erection rubbed against her panties; each caress of their lips meeting with more vigor and hunger.
"I've wanted you for so long," he said in an intoxicating tone.
She helplessly whimpered once again as the desire mercilessly surged through her veins at the intensity of his words and she bravely slid a hand down his abdomen before it brushed his bulge and he jumped a bit. He rolled so he was on top of her while he caught her wrist and swiftly drew it away, pulling from her and she let out a wounded cry, "Not yet," He rasped, knowing if he let her this would be over too soon, "We always have to watch our backs in case those damn twins or Kabuto barge in to tell us something. I don't want to rush anything this time."
She smiled as she realized that was the reason he was not hurried like usual, taking his time with her. Her free hand moved up to cup his cheek as it moved aside his bangs just a little. His hair was longer now, in somewhat layers with a few oddly soft spikes in the back as usual. He held her gaze as he lifted her restricted hand to his lips and kissed her scar he'd given her.
Her breaths became light and quick at the intimate gesture and her swollen lips parted. Her breath flowed toward him, her sweet scent sending shivers through every fiber of his body, killing him so sweetly. He let go of her hand and untied the sash at her waist then pushed apart her kimono top. Her bra was cut low and made of a very fine navy lace.
She had full breasts and his breath hitched at the sight of them, her bra pressing them together. He skimmed his hands over her reverently then pulled her top over her shoulder and tasted the skin he unveiled before getting rid of the measly piece of fabric entirely. And then his hands were on the skin of her softly rounded, proportioned hips, smiling a little when he realized her skin was softer and smoother than the top that had fluttered to the ground and was now lying on the floor beside the bed like a pool of sex.
He dipped his head down and a sharp gasp slipped from her lips as his own kissed each rise of her breast. At that lovely sound, his hands became restless as he continued to kiss her soft mounds. He thumbed her nipples through the bra and she felt them harden. His touch and kisses eliciting new sounds from her, new cries and whimpers.
Her fingers tangled in his hair again, holding him against her chest, "Sasu-kun," She murmured. He felt her lips plant a kiss on the crown of his head as he pushed her bra over her left breast and lightly flicked the nipple with his warm tongue, "Oh!" She gasped, squirming at the new sensation.
He looked up into her eyes, and her brown orbs locked with his, a soft blush dusted on her cheeks. He reached behind her, holding her gaze as she arched her back to assist him while he undid the clasp of her bra, the movement bringing their bodies together.
He moved back up to better see her and let the bra fall to the floor, "You're beautiful," he said, gazing down at her body as her blush deepened. She was just getting used to him calling her cute once and the word beautiful sent her heart skittering nearly out her chest. She was so . . . female, so lovely and beautiful, and he still quite couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she was laying there, giving him the permission to desecrate her purity.
He cupped one mound, captivated by her fullness and softness as his thumbs skimmed the tips until they hardened further and he wanted to devour her. And so he did as he lowered his head, flicking the tips with his tongue before suckling with the occasional nip.
"Sasu-kun," She gasped as her body involuntarily writhed underneath him. Satomi's arms gripped his shoulders as he slowed his sucking, her breath coming in short, shallow pants.
She stroked his shoulders then unloosened one arm to gather her fingers through his dark hair once more. Sasuke had magnificent hair. It wasn't black or navy, but someplace in between. All the outer layers were a darker navy than when he was younger, the color more vibrant when it caught light and what lay beneath was darker, heavier, as though he were these two mixed qualities, a soft, more gentle layer over the toughness that characterized all the ninja.
He released her breast and lifted. He was so gentle with her today and she wondered briefly if he sensed how much she needed his gentleness at the moment. Her life had certainly toughened her, but in this intimate moment where she would give all of her, her fears returned. She was reminded of all that she had lost when she had been taken by the League from her village as a child so long ago.
He placed a single finger between the small crease that now formed in her brows, "Are you worried?"
She shook her head as she meekly laughed in frustration, "I just don't want to lose you too."
"Satomi," His eyes wary as he ran a hand through her hair, "Maybe we shouldn't-"
She quickly placed her own finger to his lips, "No, please Sasu-kun," she pleaded, "I don't want to leave you without this. Something is wrong with me. Something hasn't worked right since I broke," She cupped his cheek, voice broken, "Years later and I still live with such agony and fear. But I can't live in the past forever, can I? Something has to give, has to change and I have to give enough trust to someone in order for that to happen. I'm putting all my trust in you, Sasu-kun," Her resolve deepened and she met his gaze in a hard stare, "So please," She kissed him, "Let me give you this."
He could feel the desperation in her kiss and slanted his head to deepen the kiss, this time he was not gentle and she arched up against him, against his hard muscles, and snaked an arm around his neck, across his thick hair and met him with the same urgency until he released her with a frustrated groan.
He gripped her hips and she felt it as he lifted her up a bit further on the bed and instead of lying flat against the mattress, she felt her head rest on a soft pillow under her head. Her heart leaped up at his considerate action as she put her hands on his shoulders. He dipped his chin to look down as he eased her knees apart, his thumb brushing over her clit and a startled gasp left her throat at this new source of pleasure. His dark orbs locked once again onto hers and she continued to make sounds of pleasure as he gazed into her brown eyes and continued that tentative touch. His fingers spread and she felt a strange movement below so she looked down to see he had slipped off her panties.
She giggled nervously, swallowing hard as fear began to tear through her stomach. It was merciless, like a living monster that his touch awakened. She didn't understand that monster as it began to swiftly dart up her body until it paralyzed her insides, her chest, her throat. Sensing her distress, Sasuke cupped her cheek, "Look at me," He husked. When she didn't, he brought his forehead against hers, their noses touching, "Look at me."
She fixed her gaze solely on his eyes, pulse racing. As she gradually became reacquainted with his onyx orbs, Satomi felt herself breathe again, the dryness in her throat gone, the aching clench near her chest vanishing. Sasuke's tender gaze forced the creature back and she kissed him thankfully, "Please do it," She whispered.
She watched him close his eyes, able to feel his hardness struggle against his pants, ready for Satomi, ready to please her. He unbuttoned the pants and she moved her hands with his to the waistband. Then, together, they pulled off his pants and boxers at once, bringing a short whimper from Satomi's throat.
She propped up on one hand as she stared at his length as it sprang out, free from his clothing and he watched her scrutinizing gaze intently as her hand moved to hover over it, "Can I . . ? " she inquired and he nodded, knowing she needed to get used to it before the next step. She touched one finger to his length, his throat dry as she ran it up and down his thickness, "It's ridiculously hard," she said in amazement, "And somehow, still incredibly soft. Why is that?"
He didn't have time to form a response as she made a tentative fist around him, feeling the thickness as she gently pressed, "Harder," He groaned. She did as told, eliciting an almost strangled sound from the back of his throat and Satomi yanked her hand away.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, wide eyed, "I'm sorry! I've never- well, you know . . . Tell me what to do."
"Later," He husked and guided her back down on the bed, kissing her senseless as one hand roamed over her body, "Right now, I just need you . . . Do you trust me?"
She blinked up at him, "Yes," she whispered and the simple word broke some of his resistance. He kissed her with all the passion he'd been holding back, wordlessly proving how much he wanted this, wanted her. When they pulled back for air, their dark eyes were glazed, lips parted, breaths coming in little pants. He shuddered, not from exertion, but because what he had wanted for so long was within a few inches from him, "Take me, Sasu-kun," She pleaded.
He carefully repositioned her legs, and she wrapped them around his waist, locking her ankles. He looked down and trembled because he was so close to possessing her as he had ached to. He moved his hips and guided himself, looking in her eyes as he began a gentle push. She was very tight and moaned at the presence of him. Their gazes locked as she clenched her jaw, firmly gripping his biceps from the pain as he pushed a little bit more, slowly, savoring his first taking of her as well as giving her time to adjust. He held in that spot for a short while before he pushed in deeper, it being surprisingly easy with her wetness, though her body definitely did try to reject his advances.
Satomi winced as she felt her walls stretch, a mix between pleasure and pain, gasping as they felt him meet resistance, "Satomi?" He silently asked. At her nod he pushed a little more, a little harder, until he at last filled her completely.
"Oh!" She gasped, her arms flying up to wrap tightly around his tough shoulders as she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. Her eyes squeezed shut as she slowly worked her way past the pain as he held perfectly still inside her. She focused on Sasuke. Her Sasuke. He and everything that was him to get her mind off the pain. She savored the feel of him, his scent, and the sound of his breathless pants in her ear as he held still. The more she focused on Sasuke, the swifter the harsh stinging eventually passed and she loved that what she gave could please him.
She could feel the difficult struggle between his mind and body as he struggled to keep himself from moving, "Are you alright?" He rasped. She couldn't speak, so she just nodded her head as his lips placed a tender kiss on her ear. She was so full; he was so much bigger than she predicted. It was an odd feeling, having something inside her, especially something so big. But the more her body relaxed around him, the better it got and pain became pleasure.
His voice whispered hoarsely against the curve of her neck, "If it hurts too much we can-" She still couldn't find her voice, so she just smiled and firmly planted her lips on his, giving a small movement of her hips.
Sasuke seemed to understand, because he pressed his lips against hers with more firmness and moved his hips, shifting back just a little before going back in again. His breath was quick and labored when he used slow, measured strokes to slide in and out. She was so tight, her body had adjusted only to his, the stimulation incredible as she fit around him perfectly.
She gave little moans and tugged him closer, urging him, wanting him to go faster, but he refused to rush. He was trembling; the muscles of his arms shuddering as he tried to not give in too quickly. He rolled his hips, moving until he seemed to have hit the right spot, "Ah, Sasu-kun!" She cried out in pleasure, her hips arching off the bed.
They opened their eyes and when their gazes locked small smiles tugged at their lips. He pulled back again and his length was so wet with her juices that when he pushed back in it was a smooth glide and he collapsed forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of her. Their breaths mingled and she lifted her hips to meet his, Sasuke hitting that lovely spot and his hips could not hold back any longer as he wanted and he was hard, so very hard against her tightness.
Satomi was strangely simultaneously at peace and alive as she had never been before. They were thrusting now, him moving in her, rubbing over that place inside her that was bringing her such pleasure.
She rolled her head to the side, moaning loudly, "S-Satomi," he groaned and his thrusts were faster now, "Are you close?" He husked.
Close? What did he mean by that, she wondered. Close to ecstasy? Yes. Close to paradise? "Oh, yes," She moaned, never feeling anything like this before, "Faster," The moment that one word slipped past her lips, her internal muscles tightened around him. He was all hers and she wanted him more than she could say.
"Damn," He cursed aloud. She was so ready and thoughts of her wanting him, accepting him, and trusting him had aroused him further as her thrusts quickened, "Satomi, I'll finish too soon," He grunted each word.
She sucked in a deep breath, somewhat regretting that she had waited so long to give herself to him, "I don't care," She gasped, rolling them over so she was on top, leaning down so muscles met curves, their chests pressed against each other as she kissed his neck, "I want you," She purred seductively, causing him to shudder in excitement as she rolled her hips.
Her words made him lose what restraint he had and his hips bucked up harder. His quick plunges as he embedded his hard length between the tight, warm walls of her body that had her writhing atop him as she rolled her hips down to meet his, "God yes," He groaned with pleasure, her scent flowing around him as her long, soft hair created a wavy curtain around them.
"S-Sasu-kun . . . " She bit her lip. Though it seemed impossible, he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push, their thrusts quicker. Gripping his shoulders, she lowered her hips in glorious surrender as he moved within her. Instinct had him incline his top half upwards so she was now straddling him and he firmly gripped her hips to guide her as she dug her fingers into his muscle, the couple tightening their hold around each other, clutching on as if they would lose the other should they let go. Their hearts sped up and he groaned, nibbling harshly on her shoulder.
"You're so tight," He groaned, attacking her neck. Her hands found his back and her nails dug into his shoulder blades. She grazed them down so that he writhed beneath her touch, moved faster into her, sucked harder.
"Ah! Sa . . . Sasu-kun!" She moaned and he left her neck and drew back.
He crashed his lips down on her and the moment that she tasted the flavor she could only describe as Sasuke, pleasure relentlessly pulled within her body, in spasms that sent ecstasy shooting through her core. She felt her internal muscles contract around him, greedily drawing him closer, higher into ecstasy. Grasping her hips tighter, he rammed his pelvis against her rougher as she cried out louder in pleasure. She clung to him, ramming her hips to meet his thrusts with new urgency. He kissed her neck as he kneaded her breast, still meeting her hips frantically. He couldn't control himself anymore, he just wanted to increase their pleasure and take her entirely right at that moment.
"Ah! Oh yes . . YES!" She moaned as he pounded her harder, giving in to the moment, "Ah! Yes, Sasu-kun!" She pulled his head away from her neck and to her lips, the pair making out heavily.
"Mmph!" He groaned against her mouth when her nails dug roughly along the length of his back. Their grinding coming in fast, short pumps, barely able to form coherent words as they began panting heavier, their movements throwing them in ecstasy. He felt so good within her, "Mmm . . . Satomi . . Ungh!" He grunted with each thrust before catching her lips again. Feeling her shudder, he moved his hand from her breast to grip her hips and ram her harder around him.
Just as they felt that knot signaling they were about to climax, he kissed her ears, her throat, as their thrusts accelerated until she was screaming at the wood beams of the ceiling, her back arching, his back arching, his body slamming against hers.
"S-SASU-KUN!"
"SATOMI!"
Crying out as one, he buried his entire length into her and shot his warm liquid deep inside her. The feeling of their juices mingling as it filled her felt so good that they fell mercilessly over the edge and to paradise until their orgasm slowly drifted away.
Their hips slowed and finally stopped, bodies growing slack. A moment later, he tentatively rolled on top of her and Satomi blinked a couple times. He was poised above her, one arm snaking around her while the other propped him up as he held himself away from her while still staying connected.
She brought her hand to his racing heart and looked into his onyx eyes, her other hand on his cheek. No words needed to really be said and she was unable to hold back her gleeful giggle as his low chuckle mixed with hers. As they calmed their frantic pants, he seemed to collapse within himself as his head dipped forward and he smoothly pulled out. He stopped when, at the last second, her body seemed to cling to him. She met his shocked gaze, her blush rising, startled that she actually clung.
His brows rose, a cocky smirk playing on his lips, "Satomi?"
She covered her red face with her hands, and he savored her rare look of embarrassment, "Sorry."
He chuckled and completed his withdrawal. One arm still wrapped around her, he leaned over and fumbled inside the pack beside the bed. Satomi wondered briefly what he was doing before he moved back and she seen him fold a washcloth into one hand before he gently pressed it between her legs.
The gesture, so small, so absurdly simple had a calming effect on her and she smiled softly, "Thank you," she murmured. It had completely slipped her mind how messy and embarrassing their act could be and yet as she met his gaze, she saw only tenderness.
They looked at each other then, their flushed complexions, marked throats, sheen of sweat on their bodies, rising chests, dark eyes filled with a subtle light, and their glorious hair framing their faces.
Satomi ran her hand over his chest not believing him to be real, "I swear, you look like . . . some sort of mythological god."
He chuckled at her compliment, never exactly getting the usual 'handsome' from her strange brain structure, "You're not too bad yourself," And he smirked in that uniquely gentle yet cocky manner she'd come to know as uniquely his and he hovered over her, pondering how such a broken person could be so perfect.
A wave of his scent enveloped her. She breathed in and her eyes closed, a tender care swirling inside her. Even in the aftermath they didn't dare let go, fearing that if they did they'd wake up from some cruel dream; rolling to his side, he brought her with him, and they kissed with untamed joy. She was suddenly aware how few clothes she wore and that the room was cool, pushing her chest against his warm body.
He held out his arm and, as if reading her mind, he wrapped them in a blanket. She felt warm and safe. He was a very attentive, caring man no matter what people may have thought. He displayed his feelings through actions more than words. Her heart beat for him and for a second she thought she saw her make a life with this man.
Could she? In the end, could she really have happiness to forever end her sorrow?
She didn't know. The truth was, she hadn't expected herself to go even this far with anyone, but Sasuke had helped her to release a new power and in that release, some of her resistance to trust had fallen. This she could do, she could trust Sasuke.
She planted a soft kiss atop his heart, snuggling into his chest, allowing the warmth to envelope the two of them. Feeling his chest rise with a yawn, she felt her own eyelids growing heavy before a small kiss was planted on top of her head, "Goodnight, Satomi."
"Goodnight, Sasu-kun," She mumbled with a smile, "Thank you."
"Thank you," She heard his warm voice lower and waited for his body to slip into slumber before she succumbed to sleep. Sound asleep, they were on their sides within each other's arms, the tips of their noses and foreheads brushing, having the most peaceful night they had gotten in years.
Perhaps the broken children nobody knew could heal the
other and change their tragic fates. . . .