The next morning we got up like nothing had happened. He took me to breakfast, then I went home. Sakura was in our room on her computer online-stalking Sasuke and I had to hide my smile knowing she didn't stand a chance. Or does she? I thought. Sasuke and I certainly weren't dating, I mean he wasn't even nice to me, and even if we had been he had only really shown an interest in my body. I sighed and got about enjoying my entirely Sasuke-free weekend.
At least I thought it would be a Sasuke-free weekend. In reality I only spent one night away. Because the day after we parted at almost 11 at night as I was checking my email in my pajamas before bed I received a message from Sasuke.
"Hey what are you up to?"
"Getting ready for bed you?"
"Nothing." Then he went silent for ten minutes until, "I think I'm going to go for a walk"
"It's the middle of the night! Are you crazy?"
"I just need to get out. I feel like I'm losing it here."
"What's wrong? What's going on?"
"I'm just gonna go meander around. Meet me here."
"I'll be right over." I typed confused. Sasuke wasn't the type to want someone around when he was upset. But for some reason he wanted to see me, well it was more like he demanded to see me. I got dressed quickly in my jacket and jeans hoping I'd be warm enough. I checked back at my computer and see his message of "Bring your camera" waiting for me. I said a quick "on my way" before grabbing my camera and walking to his apartment.
I waved when I saw him waiting for me through his front window. He opened the door stepping outside to join me.
"What is going on?" I asked. He zipped up his jacket and stepped down off the curb, I followed.
"Nice night for a walk." He said glancing at the half moon above us on the cloudless night. We made it several blocks before he began talking.
It turned out that day was the day his parents had died. His brother Itachi had called to check on him but had also delivered the news that Sasuke's dog, who was his best friend as a child, was sick. All of a sudden Sasuke was talking about every joy, every fear, every feeling he'd ever had. I was silent as we walked for miles up a long windy road up a nearby mountain. I was not even a little prepared for the physical exertion so I started to drag behind. He stopped walking, stopped talking and pulled me close to him for a hug. He then turned me around to look out past the guard rail at the city below us.
We kept walking up and up until the road stopped going higher. He then jumped off the road into the grass in the dark. "Sas...Sas...You're not serious!" I stammered. He just smiled and I followed. He grabbed my hand and led me all the way to the summit. He sat, pulling me down to sit between his legs. "This is not what meandering means to me." I said looking out at the city spread out below us in the dark the half moon glowing brightly above.
The city lights were like little glowing golden embers. It was like flying or being a god, just looking down on the whole world tiny as pin pricks below. I pointed down seeing our school and he kissed my cheek pulling me closer into his body. The city was huge, going on until the edge of our vision, It was a sight I will never forget.
He reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my camera. He had planned it from the start. He took several pictures of the city then turned it around and took one of us in our jackets in the dead of night, me between his legs. We sat for half an hour until the heat from our walk up began to dissipate and the cold night air started to nip at our skin. He told me about everything, whispered it all in my ear from behind me. His hopes, his dreams, ambitions, his loves, his past. Losing his parents had hurt him deeply and he had never loved anything that much again.
The longer I was with him the more I liked him. He was gentle and kind but strong and fiercely protective. As long as I was with him I would be safe, he would never let anything hurt me but at the same time he believed in my own ability to protect myself and wouldn't help if he thought I could handle it. I was never sure when that night I earned his respect but if I looked half as bad as I felt hiking a mountain in the middle of the night then he knew how determined I was to walk by his side.
He held my hand the whole walk down and this time we talked about me. By the time we reached his apartment door we had no secrets. He unlocked the door and pulled my in by my hand. He gave me some water as I was breathing heavily. Then took the glass from my hand and pulled me to him one hand behind my head and kissed me deeply pushing me back against the closed front door.
He rocked his hips forward against mine letting me feel his hardness in his pants. He took off my jacket dropping it there on the floor without breaking the kiss bringing his hands back to my face when he was done. Then his hands moved to my hips hooking the bottom of my shirt and pulling it off over my head. He grabbed my waist sliding one hand down over my butt to grab my thigh lifting me off the ground. I locked my legs behind his back, still pinned against the door.
The door was creaking as he pushed me back into it with the movement of his rocking hips so he swung me around throwing me over the back of the couch and down onto the cushions. He pulled off his own shirt stepping over the back of the couch and kneeling down so he was straddling me. He leaned over kissing me again. I moaned into his mouth as he began to rock his hips teasing my body as my hands explored every inch of his exposed upper half. As his mouth moved from my lips to the rise of my breasts still in my bra, I found my fingers tucked into the waistband of his pants curious to touch his erection under his jeans.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down my hands finding the hardness they were looking for. I began to massage his dick while he formed another hickey lower on my other breast to match the first. He stood up grabbing my hips and pulling me around on the couch so my legs were hanging off the edge and he pulled my pants off. He got on his knees between my legs running his hands over my body and kissing my naked clit before pulling me completely off the couch onto the ground beside him. He slid out of his pants with ease, he'd clearly done this before and more than once.
He wrapped one arm under my head and behind it so all I could see was his loving face and hungry eyes. I kissed him running my hand back down to stroke his erection through his boxers letting him know I had made up my mind. He pushed up with his arm under my head repositioning himself between my legs. He pulled himself out of his boxers then laid himself on top of me rubbing his dick against my clit until I was so wet I thought I'd go crazy.
He put one finger in, then two stretching my virgin self out. He rested the tip against my opening whispering a warning in my ear that it might hurt then began to thrust in and out every thrust going deeper. He put his hand over my mouth right before he hit it all the way in stiffing my scream. The fact we were on the living room floor with his roommates a wall away only made it more exciting.
He kissed me as he continued to thrust slowly into me. He was breathing harder and I had almost stopped breathing all together in my attempt not to make noise. He went harder so the room was filled with the sound of him smacking himself deeply into me until something snapped inside of me. I made a small yelp of surprise at the pain. He smiled and kissed me as a tear fell from my eye, promising me it would feel better now.
He told the truth, now when he moved waves of pleasure washed over me and my breathing became ragged as he tangled his hands in my hair using his arms for leverage to pull himself deeper inside of me. He went deeper and harder and faster until my nails were scratching at his back begging him for release. He hit deeper and harder until we both finally climaxed together lips locked and sweating. He stayed inside of me and I could feel him still twitching inside of me with the strength of his orgasm. I moaned when he finally pulled out quickly putting my panties and pants back on while he did the same.
I realized as I climbed into his bed beside him after taking my bra off and putting on a pair of his shorts that he had never once even told me he liked me. But as he pulled my head down to his heart I realized that he showed it in every action. When he asked me to come with him that night, by holding my hand (something he told me that night he never did), and the kiss he planted on the top of my head before drifting off to sleep. As he rubbed his hand up and down my back I knew it didn't matter to me if he said it, Sasuke Uchiha had picked me.
