disclaimer: no.
notes: on average, 6 years of the human life is spent dreaming.
dedication: to google! because i remember stumbling into my first fanfiction by typing 'sasusaku' there.
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4. Home
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It was dark as Sasuke made his way to the fifth window on the third floor. With practiced stealth, he leaped on the tree nearest it and silently made his way to the window. He slid it open with the most subtle of actions and slipped inside.
His eyes soften as he found his target slumped on a desk, a medical text as her pillow and her pen still clutched on a hand still poised to write.
Sasuke let out an audible sigh. This is another reason why Sasuke hated hospitals. For one they always smell like illnesses and death and now they are overworking his wife.
Carefully, Sasuke removes her grip on the pen and gently raises her head. He maneuvers her body to lean on him as he puts one arm under her knees and another on her back. He finally settles her against him when Sakura stirs.
"Hm? Sasuke-kun?" She mumbles before peering up at Sasuke's face.
"I'm taking you home." Sasuke states as he stands up and tightens his hold on her.
A hand fists his shirt. Sasuke stops and look down at her half-lidded eyes.
"Can't go home… patient, five year old. Heart complications. Undergoing surgery. I promised her… I'll be there when she wakes up. I… should be nearby if…" Sakura never finishes her sentence because Sasuke lays her down on the couch in her office.
"Okay. Sleep. I'll wake you when they call for you" Sasuke sits on the couch, her head on his lap.
"But. You don't have to stay here. You go home and rest Sasuke-kun." Sakura is looking up at him with bright eyes.
Sasuke slightly lifts her up and lies on the couch too. He pulls her against him and start making circles on her back as he says, "Sleep"
Sakura could not resist anymore as her senses are filled with everything that is Sasuke. His pine smell, the warmth of his body engulfing her, the familiar soothing on her back, in moments Sakura is drifting into slumber.
Sasuke stops his ministrations on her back when he feels the relaxed breathing of Sakura on his throat. She is finally asleep. Sasuke smirks at Sakura's stubbornness.
She doesn't understand that his home can only be where she is.
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notes: please review. and also I need prompts! you'll be credited, dedicated, and appreciated.