He pulled her close, acting like a second skin. The heat of the sun beat down on his back, burning him until he peeled himself away. His back met the cool, white sheets and he let out a quiet hiss of satisfaction.
Her arm was stuck to his, the perspiration acting as an adhesive. The curtains billowed against the open window, their shadows moving playfully over her legs. The soft heat of the sun kissed her calves and she rubbed them together, reveling in the sensation. Restless, she turned over, their arms tearing away from one another audibly.
She met his frown with a giggle. The linen beneath her began to grown uncomfortably warm and she scooted closer to him, hoping her thighs would meet a bit of untouched fabric but they met his thighs instead.
He pulled her close again, this time placing her on top of him. The linen beneath him began to grow uncomfortably hot and he pulled her closer to him. She wrapped her leg over his and stroked her warm, inner thigh over his cooler one. The sun beat down upon her softly, it's shine wrapping around her head like a halo only interrupted by the curtains billowing behind her.
His hands stroked the soft skin at the base of her spine, his fingers dipping into the dimples there. They ghosted up and paused for a moment in the midst of their trek. His cool hands were warmed by the sun and cooled by the shadows. They continued up until his fingers met the soft, sticky hairs clinging to the base of her neck. He weaved his fingers through them and extended his hand out, admiring the way the sunlight bounced off of each piece. The curtains billowed behind them. His pale hand began to color to the same shade as her hair. He placed his hovering hand on the back of her head and pulled her in.
Her breasts were pressed up against his chest, and she was she he could feel how fast her heart was beating as he placed his warm lips upon her cooler ones. Both their movements were soft, tentative, as though they were their first movements together. Her lips were cool, but her body was hot. His lips were warm and his body cool.
They melted together.
For a long while, they stayed together, unmoving. Her cool lips were on his and his under hers. The curtains behind them began to billow more violently and the sun had long since disappeared behind the dark clouds in the horizon.
And still, they were together, melting.
Sometime in the heat the night offered, they switched positions and Sasuke's cool head rested upon Sakura's warm breasts. Her arms held him close to her and her legs blanketed him.
The moonlight cooled her fingers and Sasuke's back kept them warm.
She did not know when she had dozed off, but she did. It was sometime between after dark and before morning that Sasuke pulled himself away. He felt the protest as his skin stuck to hers as though it was supposed to be that way.
He stood at the window unmoving like the curtains, silent as the sky. He looked at her on the pile of rumpled bed sheets and closed his eyes. He did not open them until he was out of her window.
Sakura woke up then and saw the curtains billowing outside the window, knowing whom they followed.
She closed her eyes again and turned to her side and wrapped the sheets around her.
In the distance, Sasuke's cloak lay still. He looked at her from afar, only for a moment, and then turned around.
His cloak pulled him back towards her for a moment, but another step of his would overpower it.
But he would be back; no matter how many steps he took in the other direction, he could not overpower her pull on him.
And for the rest of the night, the wind howled gently, hissing his name, hissing hers, as though they were melted together.
Don't leave me, Sasuke.
I never do.