Second chapter! Warning: Smut ahead!
Several ANBU walked by her as she approached Naruto's door, their nods telling her a subtle good morning.
Thank goodness today was an off day for her.
One of very very few.
Standing outside the door, she took a deep breath, finally gathering enough courage to raise her fist and give a little rap.
"Yes?" His voice reached her, and Sakura took another breath, opening the door.
His desk had a stack of papers on it, his computer beeping with several emails that were coming through to him.
He however, was not at the desk, but looking out the window, back turned to her.
Sakura fiddled with her dress, afraid to speak first.
He did it for her though.
"Is there something you ne-?"
His question tethered off when he saw her, and Sakura felt her stomach do several thousand backflips.
Looking down, she couldn't bear to look at the guilty expression that lay on his face now.
Maybe this was a mistake.
For what felt like hours there was nothing but an unmoving silence between them.
He broke it.
Like always.
"Sakura. About what happened last night..." He started, sighing heavily.
The pink-haired woman glanced up, watching as he folded his hands behind his back, pondering something.
"I don't know." He finally said, sliding into his chair, pushing his cheeks in his hands, looking so much like the old Naruto when he was flustered at something.
The vision made Sakura's stomach do another leap.
But, now wasn't the time for that. They needed to talk about this.
In private.
Holding up her hands, Sakura set in place a silencing jutsu that she had learned through Lady Tsunade. During the third ninja war, Lady Tsunade had learned the jutsu to keep plans and battle strategies top secret.
It had come in quite handy.
"Well." Sakura started, feeling her lips turn dry, "What do you mean you don't know? What happened was...adultery on our parts. And it could really hurt our significant others. And our children." Sakura said to him, walking forward and taking a seat across from his desk, watching his cheek tick.
"Yes. I know that. But...Sakura." He said, sky blue eyes lifting to pin her in place, emotions that Sakura hadn't seen in years coming to the surface.
She knew what he was going to say.
Knew it.
Why? Because it was what she felt last night when she had laid in her marriage bed.
It was wrong.
But...
It didn't feel wrong.
It felt like...
Like...
Waking up, taking a fresh intake of clean air, and finally breathing for the first time in a long time.
"Sakura." He caught her attention again.
She moved her eyes to meet his, a scene from last night flashing through her minds eye.
Face flushing hard, she broke the contact and faced the wall instead.
Naruto sighed at her action.
She didn't want to look at him, he couldn't necessarily blame her. But, he had to get out what he wanted to say.
"I'll tell the truth; half of me is devastated towards what happened. But, that's my brain telling me that faithfulness towards my wife is extremely important, not to mention the stability of my children. Then, when I look at it with my heart...I see you."
Sakura blanched, drawing her eyes back, the two beautiful colors clashing with each other.
"I see you, Sakura."
Tears pooled in her eyes as he cracked his infamous foxy grin that she hadn't seen in what felt like years...then, she started to sob.
Naruto himself felt the knot make its way up his throat at her cry, but he held it back. It would not do to see the Hokage sitting at his desk crying at 10 o'clock in the morning.
After a few moments, Sakura and Naruto had managed to pull themselves together, both still sitting opposite one another, but feeling a lot further from one another.
"Naruto? What would Sasuke say?" Sakura muttered, breaking the uncomfortable silence, wiping her eyes with a tissue he had passed to her.
The blonde haired man sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair.
He didn't want to tell Sakura that the chances of Sasuke caring were...slim. Sakura was a grown woman, a powerful kuniochi, and she understood that the needed time of Sasuke being away from the village was NOT twelve years.
It made Naruto so furious. Why hadn't he tried to talk Sakura out of marrying Sasuke?
She deserved a lot better.
He had watched for years how she struggled with being a single mother, juggling her home, bills, and a new trauma center for ninja orphans.
Even more, he had watched Sarada struggle as well. The anger she held for Sasuke reminded him a lot of the anger Sasuke had for Itachi. Yes, it had dwindled ever since they went up against Shin, but it had never dissipated.
Naruto held no fear of Sarada leaving the village though, she acted too much like Sakura. She cared deeply for her mother, and for her village.
"I know." A soft voice cut through his thoughts, and he jumped slightly.
Sakura.
He looked at her sadly, knowing she got the jist of his silence.
"I know he probably wouldn't care. It's Sarada he cares about. His heir. I just-it never kills to have a little hope, does it?"
Naruto felt the tick in his cheek return, growing frustrated at what she just said.
"Hope?" He repeated, in almost a trance like state.
Silence.
Then...Naruto was furious, leaping up from his desk, and grabbing onto a cup that was reserved for coffee, chucking it across the room to watch it splinter against the adjacent wall.
Sakura ducked out of reflex, and stared at Naruto wide eyed, not understanding this over the top reaction.
"N-Naruto?" She squeaked.
He glared, fingers shaking, itching to shake sense into her. Fuck it all, why couldn't she see it?! Everyone else had! Why couldn't she?!
"I had hope." He said, seeing her look down in shame towards his words.
Naruto walked around the desk towards her, glaring at her head.
He stopped beside her, hands trembling, lips trembling, everything trembling.
"Why were you the only person who couldn't see it?" He asked, feeling his chest tighten with every word he spoke.
Sakura shut her eyes, tears leaking out of her eyes.
He was wrong.
Damn it was he wrong.
Looking up, she stared him straight in the eyes, not caring that her face was splotchy, lips quivering with the emotions and feelings she had tried to suppress.
"I-I-"
She halted, letting loose a sob that made his angry expression crumble.
"I knew." She finally managed to say.
Naruto's eyebrows rose, hands fisting once again at his side, trying to suppress his own tears from falling.
"W-What?" He mumbled.
Sakura sighed, but nodded.
Silence.
Unbearable, stretching silence.
"I knew how you felt, Naruto. But, after the attack with Pein, and I s-saw Hinata...I just couldn't-I couldn't take that away from you. From her. After everything that had happened, all the times where I was mean to you, after ignoring you, avoiding you. Did I really deserve to confess such a thing?"
Naruto stared at her.
"I didn't deserve you, Naruto. But, Hinata did. You deserved a selfless love, a pure love."
Naruto just continued to stare at her.
Sakura sniffled, finally leaning back in her chair, feeling the emotions rise in her throat again.
She had laid it all out. Bared it all to the bone. Finally confessed as to why she didn't speak up about his feelings for her. And why she didn't make her move.
Silence.
"Get out." He finally said to her, moving around his desk again, gliding back to the window, back turned towards her once more.
Sakura sat there a moment, feeling her stomach drop.
She hadn't been expecting that reaction, he sounded so angry, so hurt by her words. Sakura honestly thought he'd probably...thank her for helping him dodge the bullet that was her.
Opening her mouth, she stood up, wanting to ask him so many things. But, his gruff voice stopped her.
"Sakura. I said to get the fuck out of my office. Right now."
He had never spoken to her like that.
Never.
Too stunned to move, Sakura just gaped at him like a fish, feeling her heart squeeze in the confines of her chest.
Those words hurt.
Naruto turned to glance at her with one eye, his expression matching perfectly to the one he wore when he found out Jiraiya had died.
Sakura hated it. An expression like that didn't belong on the face of someone like Naruto Uzumaki.
But, she got the message.
Closing her eyes, she held her two fingers up, dispelling the silencing jutsu, and turned, wrapping her arms around her frame, letting her head fall as she left him behind.
Sakura walked to her house with a numbing feeling spreading throughout her body, leaving her feeling like a dead person.
She hated this. She hated feeling so confused, so...lost.
In the midst of those depressing thoughts, a teardrop hit her face, and she stopped walking, looking up at the sky that looked like a sheet of gray had been flung over it.
Fitting weather for how she felt.
Looking back down, she made her way home, just wanting to nestle onto the couch, wanting to fall asleep for the next several years. Wanting...wanting...
A happy presence.
Then, flashbacks to years before made her stumble.
Naruto.
His constant smiles, his hand constantly resting on her shoulder, helping her feel better.
His blue eyes, his beautiful-Sakura clutched her chest,-blue-she managed to make it into an alleyway before the bile was traveling up her throat-eyes.
And they stayed on the forefront of her mind as she emptied her stomachs contents, the sour feeling of hatred towards herself sitting uninvited in her chest now.
It was her fault.
All these terrible choices regarding Sasuke, regarding her happiness...
The only good thing had been having Sarada.
She would never regret her daughter, not now, not ever.
Never.
That thought alone helped her get off her knees, setting her straight long enough to make it back to her home, stumbling through, flinging her shoes off, and collapsing in an emotionally exhausted heap on the couch, letting loose the sobs she tried to hold down.
Thank Kami Sarada was on a mission, she would die if her daughter saw her like this.
She wanted her daughter to see her as a strong ninja, not a whimpering, blubbering mess on the sofa.
Sakura closed her eyes, going back to a more peaceful time, remembering the many adventures of team 7. Smiling at some of them, she felt it helped her calm down, and finally she drifted to sleep, clutching a yellow pillow to her chest.
Naruto didn't know what he was doing, but...he moved without really thinking.
The damn Uchiha symbol mocked him though when he raised his eyes to the door, finally.
Gritting his eyes, he knocked forcefully, making the wood of the door reverberate with the force of his knocking.
It took a moment, but the door finally opened, revealing Sakura, hair messed up, eyes still halfway closed from sleeping.
Naruto didn't wait for an invitation and walked in, slamming the door behind him, noticing Sakura take a seat on the couch.
"What is it?" She whispered, smoothing the hair out of her face.
Naruto knew he came off like an utter ass today in his office, but he couldn't bear the thought of looking at her after her confession.
How wrong she had been to smother her feelings all those years before.
The truth was:
He had never wanted Hinata.
He had wanted Sakura. Only Sakura. For as long as he could remember. But, after finally realizing that Sakura would never see him as anything other than her best friend, he decided to move on.
And he owed Hinata.
God, he owed his wife love?
That was awful, and he knew it.
But, it was the truth.
Shaking his head free of those thoughts, he walked over to Sakura and sat down beside her, wanting her to meet his eyes.
"Sakura? Look at me." He almost demanded, reaching his hand out to grab hers.
The pink-haired woman listened, moving her eyes to his.
Naruto could feel the air around them sizzle with the untamed tension that floated around them.
He couldn't take it.
Naruto damned himself as he leaned forward and captured her lips, making her gasp out loud, forcing her back onto the cushions behind her as he supped on her mouth, wanting, no-needing to feel her.
Sakura took a second to react, but react she did, cupping his face, pressing herself upwards towards him, feeling his hard body fall over her as he pinned her to the couch.
Kami, he was so warm.
They continued to kiss, hands roaming, tongues battling for dominance against the other, soft moaning filling the air around them.
Sakura pulled back finally, watching as his blue eyes drank her in, lips swollen, breaths coming out in rapid pants.
The knot of arousal settled deep in her groin and she bucked up, letting him know what she wanted.
"Sakura." He whispered, understanding what her movement meant, running his lips over her neck, sucking on a particular sensitive spot that sent her groaning and grinding against his pelvis.
"N-Naruto." She answered, reaching out to grab his blonde locks, shoving her face into the left side of his neck, moving her own tongue up his bronzed skin, up, up, up, until she stopped at his ear, biting gently, feeling him tense against her, his arousal shoving into her thigh.
The young Hokage wrapped his hands around her shoulders, pulling them both upwards, moving his lips to find hers again, his hands gripping her dress, shoving it up and over her head.
Sakura found his own seam and yanked it upwards, drawing it off his own frame.
Naruto hissed as the cold air hit his warm skin, but ignored it, dragging his fingers across her pale flesh. Sakura herself ran her hands over every inch of his chest, dragging her lips in the same trail, yanking his head back, sucking on a sensitive part of his neck that left him groaning.
"Damnit, Sakura." He said, his hands now fiddling with her bra, getting it undone, watching it fall to the side, leaving her bare from the waist up.
Wasting no time, he ducked his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly, hearing her moan, her head falling backwards, shoving her breast even further into his mouth.
Sakura herself was throbbing down below, wanting him...Kami, needing him to touch her down there.
"N-Naruto. Please." She begged him, cheeks flaming, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
He understood.
Both of them stood up, they automatically went to the buckles and buttons of each others pants, unsnapping them, and pushing them, along with their undergarments down their legs, hearing them pad softly onto the floor.
And they were left in their naked glory, not wasting time as lips met lips, Sakura's thigh moving up to clutch at his hip, moving her wet womanhood against his aching erection.
Groaning loudly, Naruto grabbed her thigh driving it out until he was aligned with her entrance, looking at her in the eyes before shoving into her.
They were standing beside her couch, in her house, fucking.
And Kami, Sakura was thoroughly enjoying it.
Naruto had to still himself for a moment, placing Sakura against the couch, gripping her legs, moving her thighs to encase his forearms as he slipped inside her again, earning a high moan from the woman below him.
He couldn't stop.
Fuck, he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to.
He had waited for this, waited to touch her, to be inside her, to hear her groan his name the way she was doing now.
He had waited for years.
Leaning forward, he placed his forehead against hers, maintaining his thrusts, her white heat encasing him like a glove.
Sakura herself was panting, hands running up and down his spine, enjoying the flex of his muscles beneath her fingers.
Feeling his hand under her chin suddenly, she looked up and into his eyes, gasping at the intensity he was looking at her with.
No words were spoken, no words were needed as they met with each other on the couch. Both of them panting, grunting, groaning, trying to get closer to each other with every thrust.
It wasn't possible, Naruto was embedded as deep as he could be, his sky blue eyes drilling into her, hips pushing against hers, making her breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts.
And Sakura met them with just as much fervor, toes curling as she watched the sweat bead on his forehead, noticing the muscles flex in his forearms.
Oh fuck.
She was teetering on the edge of oblivion, and just needed a little more to fall over.
And of course, Naruto never failed to deliver as he pulled out once again, shoving through softly, hitting the sensitive spot in her over and over, but this time at a slow pace.
And Kami, Sakura could feel her release building, building, building, and finally, he slid inside hard, deeper than before, and she felt herself crumbling.
Bowing back almost painfully, Sakura felt her inner walls grip him so tightly, she had to scream, it was the only way to relieve the pressure that had built and successfully shattered in her bloodstream.
"Naruto!" She yelled, over and over, moving her hips furiously with his to milk her essence of the intense orgasm.
After a few seconds, she heard him grunt and moan, speeding his thrusts up.
"Oh fuck, Sakura."
The woman in question was panting below, incredibly sensitive from the orgasm she just received, gritting her teeth every time his manhood hit her g-spot over and over, the heat in his spine bubbling and bubbling until it finally snapped, making him shove his hips harder and harder into her.
"Kami; dear God." He managed to gasp out, sinking his fingers deep in her thigh, losing pace with his erratic thrusts as he came inside of her.
Panting together, they leaned their foreheads against the other, feeling the sweat slick on the others skin, hearts thudding harshly.
Naruto closed his eyes and sat up, collapsing on the other end of the couch, his eyes watching the cum ooze out of Sakura.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Grasping his head, he stood up, still buck naked and started to pace, wringing his hands together.
Sakura knew what his problem was. Wincing slightly, she pulled her thighs together and sat up, shame running through her once again.
This was bad.
This was not supposed to happen again.
"Naruto? We need to talk about this. Here, put your clothes on." She said to him, handing him his pants, shirt, and boxers.
He stopped his pacing and nodded, taking his clothes, watching as she grabbed her own and started to redress.
They sat at her dining room table, both nursing hot mugs of tea, saying nothing to each other.
Sakura looked him over, his eyebrows furrowed, blue irises locked on the Uchiha symbol behind her.
"Think you could have more of those around the house?" He asked dryly, annoyance lacing the undertone of his question.
Sakura narrowed her eyes at his unneeded sarcasm.
"Well, this is a Uchiha household."
Naruto flinched, but didn't respond.
It took them minutes to finally start talking to each other.
It was awkward.
"If we're going to lay all of this out on the table, I'm going to need something stronger than tea." Naruto said to her, crossing his arms, leaning back in the chair, sighing.
Sakura nodded, agreeing. Standing up she went over to the cupboard and pulled out a full bottle of sake. Grabbing two small mugs, she went back over to him, setting his before him, filling it up.
"Thanks." He murmured, slamming it back without hesitation.
Sakura winced, not understanding how some people could shoot sake like it was water.
Sitting in her own seat, she poured hers, sipping it softly, seeing Naruto shove his mug over to her, asking for more.
She obliged.
He sipped it slowly this time, eyes trailing over her face, making her fidget in her chair.
"First off." Naruto started, feeling the sake start to heat up his blood a little bit.
Sakura listened.
"Are you happy with Sasuke? Was this just...out of boredom? Or...what?" He asked her, noticing the darkness pass over her features.
Silence.
"No." Sakura finally answered, sipping her sake again. "I'm not happy with Sasuke. I haven't been happy in two years. And it isn't because he isn't here for me, it's because he isn't here for Sarada. She is approaching her fifteenth birthday, and has only seen her father a handful of times. She doesn't know anything about him, nothing about her Uchiha background. I've always wanted Sasuke to be the one to tell her, so they could form a bond over something that they both have. But..." And she shrugged, putting an end to her ramble, shooting the rest of the sake now.
Naruto nodded, trying not to show his gritted teeth. He didn't understand Sasuke, he had time to fill him in on events, missions, etc., but had no time to see his family for a few hours? It left him mystified. Truly.
Sakura interrupted his thought process with a question.
"Well, are you happy with Hinata?" She asked, genuinely curious.
Naruto sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Hinata. She...she's the mother of my children, she's been there with me through a lot...and I have nothing but good things to say about her."
Sakura raised a brow.
"There's a but in there somewhere." She murmured.
Naruto moved his eyes to clash with hers, nodding.
"But. Hinata...she isn't the woman I thought I'd spend my life with. When we got caught in that genjutsu, and I finally realized that I had overlooked her, I felt...guilt. I thought it was love. But, I'm not sure if it ever fully turned into love. Maybe at the beginning? Damnit, I'm not sure." He finished, looking down at his sake in shame.
Sakura swallowed, reaching across the table to him, folding her fingers over his bandaged hand.
He smiled, knocking back the rest of his sake.
"I-I adore Hinata, I respect and admire her, but..." He tethered off the sentence, raising blue eyes to lock with her green ones.
"But what?" Sakura asked, feeling heat rush to her face at the look he was sending her.
"It doesn't really compare, Sakura." He told her huskily, giving her his best fox like grin.
They ended up in the guest room.
They were making out, tongues battling for dominance furiously. Naruto dug his fingers into her hair, moving his mouth back, licking her tongue, looking at her face for a moment before he dove back in, pressing their lips together once more.
Their mouths moved furiously together, hands groping each others bare skin, trying to get closer, if that was at all possible.
Naruto grunted and pulled away from her mouth to trace downwards, both hands cupping her breasts, licking his way down her stomach, then back up between the valley of her breasts to capture her lips again, stifling a gasp from her.
Naruto gripped her hair, pulling her eyes to look at his as he pulled back, looking at her with such intensity that it made Sakura shake even harder then she already was.
Grinning softly, he kissed her nose, "I missed you, Sakura." He said to her, taking in her beautiful facial features, her blazing eyes, pale skin, and blue diamond that sat on her forehead.
All the things he fell in love with so long ago.
They both smiled at each other, hands grazing the skin on the others arms lazily, but sensually.
After a few more moments of kissing, Sakura wedged her feet between his thighs and flipped them over, taking her place on top.
Leaning down, she caught his mouth, laying herself flat against his chest, flattening her breasts against his heated skin, earning a groan from him.
Dislodging her mouth from his, Sakura ran her own tongue down, across his left nipple, and to his pectoral muscles, leaving little kisses as she went.
Naruto himself clenched his abdominal muscles, feeling her mouth dip dangerously close to his weeping manhood.
Kami.
Naruto laid there for another second before pushing himself and her up to their knees, taking her face between two hands and kissing her roughly, not lingering long on her mouth, trailing to her neck to suck on the smoothness of her skin.
Sakura leaned her neck back, feeling her womanhood drip with her need, the entirety of her lower half on fire.
Naruto released her face and moved his right hand down, cupping her womanhood, feeling her buck against him.
Sakura whimpered, but followed stride, gripping his manhood as well, feeling it pulse in her grip, stroking it slowly.
Naruto wasted no time and dipped two fingers inside of her, left hand grabbing a handful of hair and lodging his mouth back against her neck as he fingered her.
Sakura gasped, feeling the electricity run through her veins at what he was doing to her.
She had had sex with Sasuke and now she had Naruto. And honestly, she had never been in a more erotic situation, just the way he felt, how he coaxed responses made her want to come over and over again.
Shaking those thoughts away, Sakura followed his lead and began stroking him faster, moving her lips to find his.
They kissed and continued to pleasure the other, hips bucking towards each other, trying to grab more of the intensity that was being brought to their bodies.
Naruto was sloppily kissing her now, one hand thrusting inside of her, and one folded into her hair, keeping her against him.
Fuck he was close. He hoped she was too.
Sakura met his lips over and over again, eyes rolling back in her head as he hit a sensitive spot inside of her, his fingers curling and uncurling, soft lips pressing over and over, wedging his hand deeper and deeper until he was close to her cervix.
Kami, she was so close.
Naruto was gasping, moving harder against her hand as he felt the knot of desire burn at the base of his spine.
Just a little more.
Sakura met his tongue, shoving at it, pressing against it, licking it while she stroked him, pressing a finger to the head of his shaft.
Naruto met her tongue as well, shoving against it, pressing, pulling, licking it while he fingered her, curving the two digits inside of her, locating her g-spot over and over.
Sakura succumbed before he did.
It was too much, it felt too good, it was...too much.
Bucking her hips against his still thrusting fingers, Sakura leaned her head back and let out a gasp that sounded strangled, her thighs shaking.
Naruto went right after, leaning his own head back, a loud growl like gasp leaving his throat, his shaft humping against her, spraying his seed on her pelvis and stomach.
She was still gasping, reaching out blindly for him, feeling his lips trace her neck and move upwards.
Smiling wearily, Sakura collapsed against him, sending them both down, shaking and sweating limbs entertwined.
Sakura closed her eyes, feeling her womanhood continue to throb from the intense release she had had minutes before. In the midst of her trying to calm her body down, she felt Naruto wrap his arms around her, shoving his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent.
They laid in silence for a few minutes, then Naruto pulled back from her, kissing the shell of her ear, "Sakura? I need to go now." He told her, voice strained.
Sakura opened her eyes, sighing, but nodding, letting his hand go, feeling him stand up from the bed, grabbing his clothes, once again, off the floor.
"Hinata would be devastated if she found out about this. She doesn't deserve such disrespect." Sakura whispered, feeling her heart slow almost to a stop at her own words.
Naruto sat on the bed again, running a finger through his blonde locks.
"Yeah. I know." Was the only thing he said, standing back up and zipping up his pants.
Sakura felt the tears overflow, hiding her face as he came around the bedside to stand in front of her.
"Sakura? Oh Sakura." He said, smoothing out her pink hair, wincing at the jolt she did when his hand touched her.
"Naruto. Please. Just leave. Kami, please leave." She begged him, swatting his hand away and turning away from him, her shoulders shaking from the sobs.
The young Hokage stood there for a few more seconds, feeling dreadful, but knew there was nothing he could do at this moment.
At that thought, he turned and left the room, standing in the middle of the living room, putting two fingers up to his nose and vanished from the house back into the Hokage's tower.
It would be a long rest of the night.
-H.
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