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IV. Embrace
After building up years of experience, Sakura can claim, confidently, that she will never get enough of Naruto's hugs.
"Sakura-chan, c'mere," he'd say, his voice playful or sensual or serious, and he'd wrap his arms around her, pressing her firmly against his toned chest so that her tiny breasts are flattened, so that there is no mistaking he is male and she is female and they fit each other, they complement each other.
Because he knew her, he knew she liked the small of her back touched, so he'd touch her there, trace circles with the pads of his callused fingers, rub his palms up and down.
Sometimes, he'd kiss her neck while he held her or bury his nose in her hair or rest his chin protectively on her crown.
Other times, he'd bring their foreheads together and just look at her, hands resting lightly on her hips, saying everything he needed to say without words.
It's during these times she feels so cherished, so respected, so loved, she hardly thinks to question why he's been brought into her life, or what she's done to deserve him.
Because none of this is about deserving.
It's about Naruto knowing that she likes the small of her back touched.