Summary: in which sakura shamelessly blackmails.
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Sarada loved snuggling up to her mother; after a particularly grueling day, she would walk in her mama's arms and bask in the comforting warmth of her embrace. In turn, Sakura loved holding her daughter close; her heart would swell and her body would radiate love. She would hold Sarada tighter and pretend that all the love she felt was being soaked into the tiny body in her arms. One such night found the Uchiha's in the master suite; Sasuke leaned against the headboard, his eyes skimming a particularly interesting scroll while Sakura's head rested on his lap; Sarada sleeping placidly in her arms.
It was peaceful. Sasuke's body was relaxed in a way it only did on rare occasions and he was reveling in the serenity when, "Sasuke-kun?"
"Hm?" he intoned, barely breaking his concentration.
"Will you be a darling and make me a cup of tea?" Sakura mumbled against Sarada's hair.
"No." he said casually and opened the scroll a little farther, fascinated. His single minded preoccupation broke when Sakura's hand reached out from under and took his own. She twined her fingers in his and draped his arm over her shoulder. Then she kissed his knuckles. He knew in that instant that she was about to skewer him to shreds. He was, essentially, correct.
"Remember that time you knocked me out and left me on a cold, hard bench? And that time you tried to kill me? Oh, and that time you tried to kill me again?" she cradled Sarada in one arm and half turned in his lap. She fluttered her lashes and grinned.
Sasuke's stomach dropped. He never liked talking about that time in his life. And there was always a twinge in his chest when she tried to make light of all the hurt he'd caused. He averted his eyes and tried to pry his hand away from her. She only held it tighter. There was a moment of tense silence—and for her, because she was now a part of him—the corner of his lip twitched into a ghost of a smile. "…you tried to kill me, too."
She laughed then, and kissed the back of his hand. "Only because you were…uh, a little…hm, touched in the head at the time?"
"Don't be annoying." He picked up the scroll with his other hand.
"Hmm, what was it you said? My revenge is everything, as long as I exact it I don't care what happens to anyone else."
There was a smile in her words, voice lowered in baritone to better mimic his and Sasuke felt his face heating up in mortification. Somewhere along the way, Sakura had become a master at guilt tripping him in submission. It was a gift, really.
"Your powers of persuasion are evil." He intoned, resigned, and made to get up to deliver that accursed tea.
"Say, you still want to start that revolution?" she laughed.
His face about combusted from latent humiliation, as he hurried out of the room.
Fin