The war had long been over, and Konoha was once again thriving. The bustle of blooming shinobi and happy villagers could be hear around every corner. Sakura had just gotten off her shift from the less hectic hospital. Nevertheless, the medic was quite tired. Closing her eyes, she reminisced. Everything that she could possibly want was at her fingertips, she simply had to reach out and grab it. But apparently life likes to grab first.

Feeling a pair of hands gliding into the nape of her neck, her eyes shot open. It had been years, and somehow she never seemed to grow accustomed to the beauty of butterflies fluttering around her stomach, so carefree, every time she saw him. Those lips. That nose. Those eyes.

"Have I interrupted something?" her fiance inquired nonchalantly, a smirk adorned his lovely features. He laid a soft kiss on her forehead before retracting his hands to stand in front of his beautiful medic nin.

"No, Sasuke," she couldn't resist a smile as his name escaped her lips.

"Good," he said, looking off into the horizon at the setting sun, "because you promised me dinner."

"I thought we were having dinner with Naruto and the others tonight at Hinata's?"

He rolled his eyes. Sakura was aware adulthood had not stunted his dislike of being around a large group of people, despite their being his friends. "He has Hokage work to tend to," Sasuke informed, with a slightly piqued glance at the girl.

Sakura smiled, rising from the bench to wrap her arms around his neck. With a peck to his cheek, she said, "I guess it's just you and me then, my dear." Sasuke snorted.

The evening was quiet, the way Sasuke preferred it. Sakura was nothing but content being in the Uchiha home- which would soon be hers as well- with her feet up while her beautiful man cooked for her. It was bliss. Still, nothing beat the time after the meal when the two just laid lazily on the couch together. Though tonight, Sakura would have to wait as Sasuke showered after soaking himself in the scent of onion from dinner; at his own insistence, of course.

Ambling around Sasuke's room, Sakura giggled to herself at the few mementos that he kept around. Even so, the few he did were sweet. A picture of his family, which would tug at anyone's heartstrings to see. Their Team Seven photo, an artwork of Sai's, an Icha Icha book (which amused Sakura to no end.) Her hands slid across his desk, a smile on her face. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of pink. "Hmm," she sounded, pulling at the lacy coral material that stuck out of a drawer. Sakura gasped as she slowly revealed the panties that hung from her fingertip. Wait- these were her underwear!

Sakura snapped around as the door to the bathroom swung open to reveal a towel-clad Sasuke; a puff of steam around his exquisite figure. As much as she wanted to attack the Uchiha in a fit of sexual rage, she stood still. Her eyes narrowed.

"You seem perturbed," he remarked indifferently. That bastard, playing coy…

"Don't you dismiss my pissy expression. What are these doing here?!" Sakura gripped the handful of undergarments in her hand before throwing them down.

He shrugged, "I have some of your bras, too," he pointed to another drawer.

The pinkette's face flushed, almost matching her hair, "Would you mind telling me why?"

Sasuke sighed, sitting down on the bed in front of her. His eyes were devoid of stress. "You go on missions, I go on missions. We can't always be together. I'm a man. I have my ways of coping with urges."

Scratching her head, feeling a bit dumb, she responded, "I guess I hadn't thought of it that way."

Sasuke raised a brow, a look that oddly made Sakura want to explode in a puff of intoxicating lust, "What else would I do with them…?"

"I honestly don't know," she replied, plopping down on the bed next to him. A watery smile hit her lips.

Sasuke snorted, turning to the alluring female beside him. She was odd, and often had strange thoughts that he could never predict, but he appreciated her. Every odd thought, every stupid comment, every moment of self-consciousness over her adorable forehead. He loved her.

Sasuke pressed a loving kiss to Sakura's lips. Emerald melted into onyx and he smiled as the two retired underneath the covers for the evening.

"I never can keep track of these notions of yours…"