Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Sakura and Sasuke lay facing each other on the bed with their forehead's touching as they looked at one another. Sasuke's hand drifted across her face and he ran his knuckles up and down her cheek. When he leaned forward, he could feel her soft lips respond to his.
When she pulled away, she looked at him again, rubbing her thumb beneath his eye.
"Why are you crying?" She asked in a voice no more than a whisper.
"I'm not crying," Sasuke said clearly.
Sakura put her hand on his cheek and Sasuke held it there, his own large hand dominating hers. He could feel the warmth of her palm ebb on to his cheek. He moved towards her, close enough for their chest to touch. He buried his face into the nape of her neck and lay there, breathing in the flowery scent from her flesh.
"You're real. I know you're real. You're not a ghost or a figment of my imagination. You're real."
Sakura tried to shift away from Sasuke but he held her more tightly so she couldn't get away. She laughed as she ran her fingers through his raven locks.
"How can you be so sure?" She asked with a tainted voice.
He looked up at her, "I just know these things."
"Sasuke, I died, remember?" She said softly.
"No," He said and buried his face into her skin again.
"What if you're just here by yourself?" Sakura said.
Sasuke tensed, "Don't say that."
"But it's true," Sakura said sadly, "You could just be here, all by yourself."
When Sasuke didn't say anything, Sakura continued,
"What if you're all alone, talking to yourself?" She whispered and grinned. Her hands drifted down his muscled stomach and unbuttoned his pants. She smiled coyly as she said, "What if you're all alone and you're just touching yourself?"
Sasuke smiled when her hand slid further into his pants. She pressed her warm body against his and felt him grown hard against her thigh. She stopped for a moment, looking down sadly.
"You took enough Heroin to knock out a horse." She muttered.
Sasuke looked at her, "So?"
"So, you're probably not even moving now. You're probably just dreaming."
Sasuke smirked when she said this and said, "Then, let me never wake up. I belong here, with you. Only with you."
He moved towards her so he could kiss but she shifted out of the way. He looked at her pleadingly,
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not here, Sasuke. I died. Why can't you understand that?"
He blinked, "I understand it."
"Do you?" She snapped.
"Come on, Sakura. Don't be annoying."
"You need you let me go."
"That would be a terrible idea."
She glared at him, "Why?"
He sighed. He knew she wouldn't let him run away from this. He moved away from her so he could look into her emerald eyes.
"Okay, look. If I let you go then I'll be finally admitting that you died."
Sakura rolled her eyes, "I did die."
"Shut up," Sasuke snapped, "If I actually moved on, then I would feel guilty for letting you go. I don't want to let you go. I want it to be like you never died."
"That makes no sense, Sasuke," She said.
"I don't care." He snapped.
He moved quickly, his hands moving deftly up her shirt to her breasts. He moved on top of her swiftly then began to kiss her neck.
"Are we seriously going to do this?" She asked, "You're dreaming and I'm dead. It's a bit twisted."
Sasuke shrugged, "Let me dream, okay?"
Sakura sighed, "Okay."
He ran his hands up and down her sides, kissing her neck and hearing her gasp. He smiled and his lips moved against her skin, making her laugh from being tickled.
Suddenly, she rolled him over and straddled him. He looked up at her, mesmerized by her hair falling in front of her eyes. She removed his shirt then let her fingertips drift of his muscled torso. She began to mutter something that Sasuke couldn't hear.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Counting," She answered simply.
He smirked, "What are you counting?"
"Your scars."
"Oh."
He remained silent as her fingers drifted over his scars. Some were white, others a darker brown and then there were a few that were a thick, purple colour that sunk deep into his flesh with an oily texture.
"You have so many," Sakura muttered as if it broke her heart to notice that.
Sasuke shrugged, "I was an angry kid. I used to punch things when I got mad. I used to get into a lot of fights."
Sakura looked at him, "You're an angry adult too."
He didn't say anything. He just looked at her as she moved up his arm, counting his scars and pressing her lips against his bicep. When she got to his neck, she kissed his jawline before pressing her lips against his. She kissed him and her tongue softly licked his lower lips. Her entire body moved against his and she ran her fingers through his hair. He held onto her thin waist, hugging her even closer to him.
When Sakura moved away she sighed and said, "Shit, I lost count."
Sasuke laughed, "You were at eleven," He whispered in her ear.
She was so very precious to him. Even more now that she was dead, for some reason. These moments, when he was drugged to a comatose state, were so dear to him because he could feel them starting to dim as he began to forget her. It started slowly but now he realised that her face was just slightly off, her scent not quite as potent and her eyes just the wrong shade of green. Slowly, she was just becoming just a name, an idea of a girl he used to know. In the back of his mind, he knew she wasn't real anymore.
He moved his arms even tighter around her as if he could anchor her there. He didn't want to let her go, mentally or physically. A part of him truly wanted to simply go mad so he would never have to be the Sasuke who didn't love Sakura.
"Are we going to bang or not?" Sakura asked suddenly after he hadn't moved a muscle in over a minute.
Sasuke shook his head, "I don't feel like it anymore."
Sakura frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"
Sasuke felt something lodge in his throat, "No. No, of course not. You're perfect."
She looked at him, "Sasuke, why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying?"
She smiled sadly at him and kissed him again but inside the bitter kiss, Sasuke could taste kiss.
"Can we just be here? For awhile?" He asked.
Sakura laughed, "You're such a girl, Sasuke!"
"Shut up! I can't believe you just called me a girl!" He said and pushed her away.
She laughed loudly and climbed back on top of him, "I can call you anything I want!"
"And if I refuse?" Sasuke asked.
She pouted, an expression that Sasuke thought was adorable. Suddenly the mood dropped, in the wallowing silence. Sasuke looked at her, trying desperately to hold on to the details of her face.
"You know I love you right? I love you so much," He said.
Sakura blinked, "No. I don't know. You never told me."
"I'm telling you now."
"Yes, now. After I died, Sasuke. You only ever told me that you loved me when I couldn't answer back."
She looked at him, "That's so like you. You only love people after they die because then you can mourn them, then you can revenge them."
"Shut up," Sasuke hissed, "Just be quiet."
Sakura smiled wickedly. A deadly smile that the real Sakura never would've given Sasuke.
"Why should I? It's true," She leaned in close to his ear, "And everybody I'm dead because of you."
Sasuke gripped her by the shoulders and threw her roughly on the bed, trapping her beneath his own body, "Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted you to die?"
"In your own twisted Sasuke way, I think that's exactly what you wanted."
"You're wrong."
Sakura laughed manaically, "I'm a figment of your imagination, Sasuke. I'm your dream, I'm your ghost. Everything that I say is trapped somewhere in your head. I'm not Sakura anymore, Sasuke. I'm just an extension of yourself now."
"Stop it!"
"I can't!"
"Please, Sakura. Just tell me that you know I love you. That's all I need. I don't need you to love me back. I just need you to know that I love you."
Sakura burst out laughing. Sasuke could feel her trembling with laughter beneath him. She laughed until tears came to her eyes.
"How? Sasuke, please, tell me how am I supposed to know that? I'm fricken dead. I'm a fucking ghost and you can scream, you can beg and you can plead but I will never, never ever, know that you love me. Not now. Not ever."
Sasuke's face fell and didn't move or say a word until he felt her fingers move through his hair.
"I'm sorry, Sasuke. I'm sorry I died."
He looked up at her, "I don't want to let you go."
"I know."
There was a moment of silence before Sakura spoke again. Her voice was thick like she might cry.
"But one day, you will. One day, you'll wake up and I'll just be a bad memory. One day, you won't even be able to picture my face and that's the day I will truly die."
A/n: Thanks for review, you guys. MOAR. Also, for the ending of this fic, I've decided to give you guys a choice. Either, you can have a sort of anti-climatic happy ending or an ending so sad, it'll kick your feels in the balls.
The choice is yours.