Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, there would be baby Uchihas running around.
Rating: M! This is where the story earns its rating, boys and girls, so please buckle up!
Warning(s): Language
A/N: Extended apologies for the three month wait for this chapter at the end. Please send some love to my amazing beta, ecologistsarealwaysfine (on tumblr), because without her, this sex scene would probably not have gotten written.
Something was hissing-and hissing loudly at that. It continued to drown out any other sound like a warped version of static until it was the only thing he was aware of. Sasuke tried to open his eyes, but it was as if he was viewing the world through a kaleidoscope, and the sight made him want to throw up. Rapidly, he closed his eyes before his stomach contents could make a second viewing, and focused on regulating his breathing.
Slowly, the hissing noise turned into a rushing noise, as if air or water was swooping quickly past his head, and Sasuke was able to pick up other background noises: footsteps, moving fabric, and a voice? There was another person here. Not sure if that was a good or a bad thing-where the hell was he?-Sasuke flared his chakra both as an intimidation technique and to find out if he recognized the other person.
And rapidly felt like he had been punched in the gut.
Sasuke inhaled sharply through his nose, trying to downplay his sudden need to hack and cough so as not to give his consciousness away. It didn't work; he heard the other person's swift steps towards him. Gritting his teeth, against both the pain and the utter misfortune of his situation, Sasuke chanced opening his eyes again. His vision was still hazy, but the most prominent thing in his view was a swath of pink.
Sakura.
Immediately his muscles relaxed, and he allowed his head to be lifted in her hands. A cold piece of metal was gently pressed to his lips which Sasuke accepted gratefully. After a couple of sips it felt like his voice might work again, so he signaled Sakura to stop and tried it.
"You're alright, then."
It wasn't a question, not technically. He could-for the most part-see that Sakura was alive, see that she was up and breathing and taking care of him. Yet, and yet, all Sasuke wanted was for her to confirm it. He wanted to hear it in her voice-wanted to see the happy tears sparkling like crystal in her eyes.
"I'm alright." The background was still little more than a brown blur, but the lines of Sakura's face were less clouded. As he had suspected, unshed tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, but a relieved smiled graced her plush, pink-not blue or near white-lips. She stroked her hand through his hair slowly, soft and yet firm at the same time, as if she was committing the feeling to memory as much as he was. "I'm alright."
Sasuke shut his eyes tightly, as he suddenly didn't trust himself not to burst into tears. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried-Itachi's death?-but he didn't want to start now. There was a deep-seated fear that if he let go, right now, and especially in Sakura's presence, the damn dam would break.
"Good," he was able to say with his eyes still closed, "That's good."
It was so much more than good, but Sasuke hoped she knew that without him saying anything. Sakura was able to read him better than anyone-save maybe Naruto-so he wasn't that worried.
"Can you sit up, Sasuke?" she asked, "I want to give you a more thorough check up now that you're conscious."
Her voice was no longer overlayed with the static noise that had plagued him since he woke up. There was a good chance his vision had also cleared, so Sasuke decided to take the risk. The cabin was unnaturally bright for a room with one window which forced him to squint until his eyes adjusted to the light. A clear peal of laughter followed his actions, and Sasuke did his best to glare in her direction.
"Sorry, sorry," she was still laughing, "You just looked so grumpy and cute."
Grumpy and cute?!
"I am not cute." In his mind, he wasn't "grumpy" either. "Terrifying", "dark", or "fierce" were more accurate descriptions, but they were close enough to "grumpy" that he would let it slide this once. Afterall, cute was a much more offensive term. "Cute" was for baby ninja cats and genins; Sasuke was at least "handsome"-if not "sexy."
"Okay, Grumpy, let's try sitting up then." Sakura didn't wait for a response-especially not the aggravated response he would have given to the second use of the nickname 'Grumpy' in the last five minutes-and reached behind his head, splaying her hand wide to protect his head from lolling when he sat up as if he was a newborn. For some reason, it only made Sasuke more furious that he actually seemed to need her help. When he tried to sit up on his own, he quickly discovered his muscles had turned to jell-o and only managed to rise a couple of inches before falling back into her hands again.
"What. The. Fuck." He was seething, absolutely seething.
There was a certain familiarity to the tingling of his limbs and the deep ache in his head and joints, and, once he had seen Sakura and remembered what had happened before he was passed out on the floor, he immediately understood what was ailing him. Chakra depletion-it didn't take a medic to diagnose that much. Still, just because Sasuke knew that his symptoms were classic chakra depletion symptoms did not mean he was happy about it. That did not mean it was not extremely annoying that he suddenly had the strength of a newborn kitten.
Because it was. Absolutely, fucking, infuriating.
Continuing to curse in his head, Sasuke allowed Sakura to bring him into an upright position. Not that he could really do anything about it but glare, and Sakura was annoyingly immune to even the best of his glowers these days. Of course the one time Sasuke needed to get back on his feet as soon as possible was the one time he didn't see Sasuke didn't foresee himself getting vertical anytime soon.
"I have enough chakra to protect us both," Sakura assured him as she helped ease him into a sitting position. One of her hands flashed green-and was able to maintain an even and steady glow-as she kept him upright and gave him a inspection. "So you don't have to worry so much."
"Hn."
There was something soothing about Sakura's chakra. A remnant of their close contact before, perhaps-but regardless Sasuke's tension leaked away the longer the check-up continued. His ego still smarted a bit at being so fucking useless, but it was Sakura that had been chakra-less and on the brink of death only-hours?-however long ago it had been. In retrospect, a little chakra fatigue was a small price to pay.
"Yep, just a bad case of chakra depletion-which you probably figured." She tried to lay him back down, but Sasuke resisted; he'd found that by propping his elbows on his knees, he was able to stay upright without too much effort. Sakura frowned at first, obviously wanting to argue, but then shrugged and turned away to her pack. "I just wanted to make sure that you hadn't somehow contracted the poison after such close contact with it."
But it wasn't just the poison Sasuke had had intimate contact with.
A moment of silence fell over the pair as they remembered just how close they had been-how their very beings had brushed against each other. It wasn't an unpleasant memory, exactly. It was just slightly awkward-as if he had accidentally walked in on her changing and neither was completely sure what to do about it.
"Anyway," Sakura cleared her throat uncomfortably. She had yet another vial of pills in her hands. These were small, and they were vaguely greenish tinted-or yellow? His vision hadn't completely straightened out yet. "These will help your systems normalize, but you need to eat first."
"Do you bring all these supplies on every mission?" Sasuke was constantly perplexed by the sheer variety and amount of antidotes and scrolls and lab equipment the woman continued to pull from a deceptively small gray pack. It was as if Sakura had her own portable laboratory. Wasn't it a pain to keep all these supplies stocked and sealed?
"It's not like I actually go in the field that often, so usually keeping my supplies stocked isn't really an issue," she shrugged, grabbing a tinful of jerky on her way to him. Sakura extended the cup in his direction, and, though Sasuke felt slightly sick at the thought of eating, he grabbed two pieces to appease her. "Besides, I'd be a terrible medic if I let a patient die just because I didn't have the supplies."
That was probably more of a common occurrence than Sakura wanted to admit-especially with her unusual skill fuinjutsu-but Sasuke decided not to raise that point and gnawed on his jerky instead. It was slower going than usual since all his teeth and gums had apparently multiplied their number of nerve endings. The fact that it hurt to eat helped make him all the more determined to finish the meal and get better, though, so Sasuke hardly noticed the churning objections of his stomach.
"I'm glad you were able to get that down," Sakura said once he had finished his jerky. She'd been watching him with laser focus since the moment he started chewing-since the moment he'd regained consciousness, really. "It's not uncommon for people to reject food for a day or so after a chakra exhaustion experience that severe."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her as he dry swallowed the pills she had handed him, "How did you know I wouldn't?"
A mischievous smile curved Sakura's lips upwards before she schooled her expression to something more neutral. There was still a playful sparkle to her eyes, though, like she had a secret she wasn't quite sure she should share with him. He turned his head slowly towards her to face her more directly-pointedly annoying the painful twinges in his neck-and gave her his patented glare.
"What?"
Sakura bit her lip, stifling a small giggle, and averted her gaze. A second passed before she laughed and shrugged, obviously deciding to tell him.
"I don't know, I just had a feeling you would be stubborn right down to the molecular level."
"Tch," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Annoying."
"That's me," she sing-songed back at him, unfazed.
A comfortable silence dropped over them, and for the first time in days Sasuke let himself relax. Wisps of thoughts flitted through his head-random, meaningless thoughts-and he followed each idea aimlessly until the next one caught his attention. It was rare that Sasuke wasn't being driven forward by some all-consuming goal which made this moment all the sweeter. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was happening. Nothing was going to happen at any time in the foreseeable future.
Vibrant oranges, yellows, pale blues, and pinks reflected through the window onto the wooden floor, swirled together into a distorted version of the sunset. The muscles in Sasuke's neck-in every part of his body-started to unclench as Sasuke compared the distinct shades decorating the floor. He couldn't be sure if it was the peaceful atmosphere or the medicine Sakura had given him, but by the time the darker hues of purple and blue entered the pattern as evening fell, he felt almost normal.
" 'The days would be a bit bleaker and the nights more dark,' " Sakura quoted quietly, still staring into the warped tableau of the sunset transitioning them gently to nighttime. "Did you really mean that?"
His letter.
"Every word." Sasuke's voice was surprisingly steady. The turmoil he'd been wrought with just yesterday seemed faraway-and pointless. He loved Sakura, simple as that. Past Sakura, present Sakura, future Sakura-it didn't matter. The woman beside him soothed the jagged wound his clan's murder had left behind. She kept the ghosts of revenge at bay. Whether they were interacting or she just happened to be in the vicinity, her mere presence served to buoy his spirits and perspective on life simultaneously.
There was a flurry of movement, and then pink consumed his vision. Sakura's hand rested firmly on his thigh as she leaned in close to his face, spring-green eyes darting anxiously over his features. Her own expression was anxious as she searched for the answer to an unspoken question.
Eventually, she pulled away and wrapped her arms around her stomach. It didn't look as if Sakura had found her answer-or the one she wanted, anyway-because she continued to worry her lower lip with her teeth. All Sasuke could do was wait for her voice her concerns; he didn't want to risk scaring her away from the conversation.
"This isn't some twisted form of repentance, right?" she finally mumbled, only very hesitantly meeting his gaze. "Because I don't want you to feel pressured into liking me back-I'm fine, really. I just want you to be happy."
Sasuke stood up so fast that Sakura jumped backwards, stumbling only slightly. The medicine Sakura had given him was starting to take effect. She eyed him warily, just a couple of centimeters outside his reach. Still, her eyes were vulnerable and scared.
While keeping constant eye contact, Sasuke snagged the corner of her elbow and pulled her closer to him. There was a moment where Sakura resisted his hold, but when Sasuke dropped his hand, she didn't move any farther away.
"I meant every word."
Jade green meet obsidian for a moment, Sasuke had always had a hard countenance. whereas Sakura's jadedness had been was learned. Her eyes were hard , sure, terrifying for anyone who hadn't reached adulthood in the absolute fires of hell, but there was a definite weakness to them.
"'There is no redemption for the Uchiha can without you,'" Sasuke continued, gravitating close enough that he could feel the Sakura's jagged puffs of breath against his lips.
She was still, entranced, yet at his silent approach. It was eerily similar to a interaction between genin Sakura and genin Sasuke, but Sasuke couldn't find it in himself to be contrite. This time he wasn't being cruel, and he wasn't driving her away. If Sasuke was lucky to have Sakura hanging on his every word again, he wasn't going to waste it.
" 'It was your piteous expression that drove me to hesitate, twice, and so I shall not hesitate now, when it is my life that shall guarantee your existence,' " he quoted, reaching forward to twine a strand of her hair between his fingers.
Sakura's breath was intoxicating, so close to him-and so necessary-that it was inseparable from oxygen. All he wanted-all he had wanted since he had rejoined Konoha-was to seize her in his arms and never let her go. It had just taken him a near death experience on both their parts for him to realize it.
But she was still too scared.
It was all in her eyes. Those over-expressive green eyes. Even if Sakura wanted to believe him, wanted to be with him, she'd left her heart on the line too many times before. He had convinced her. He had to let her see what she meant to him. He had to lower his barriers. For her.
"I love you," Sasuke murmured, only an inch away from her forehead now. Those exact words had been removed from every line in his letter, but they were the constant underlying meaning twining each sentence together, word by word. Almost involuntarily, Sakura's forehead sank to rest against his lips so that his next words pressed into her skin. "I love you."
It was as if his existence was dependent on hers. Her heartbeat. Her shallow breaths. Her fluttering eyelashes. All of it.
"I love you, too," she finally told him. For a brief moment, almost as if she was scared of the consequences, Sakura brushed her lips against his.
Every cell in his body lit up, just as when Sasuke had devoted himself to bringing her back to life, and he followed her before she could retreat.
If Sasuke had known kissing Sakura would feel like this, he wouldn't have put it off for so long. He slanted his lips more aggressively, relishing the feeling of her soft lips against his. Something of a whimper caught in Sakura's throat, and then her tongue swiped against his lower lip.
That was it.
With something of a snarl, Sasuke hefted Sakura up and slammed her back into the wall Naruto had constructed only days ago. Sakura gasped as she hit the wall, but not because she was in pain. That was proved when she wrapped her legs around his hips and fisted his shirt in her hands to pull him closer.
Not that he had any problem with that.
Years had passed with them apart, his own fault, mostly, but now that they had finally come together, Sasuke never wanted to let her go. Kami. There was the definite taste of jerky on her breath, but that wasn't what kept him coming back. He couldn't explain it, actually; it wasn't as if there was an underlying flavor of sweets-not that he particularly enjoyed sweets-or some succulent dinner. All Sasuke knew was that it was Sakura that he was kissing.
The fingers pulling his chest hair through his shirt were Sakura's. The teeth nibbling at his lip were Sakura's. The hips grinding into his-slowly, deliciously grinding-were Sakura's. It was Sakura's waist, firm from her years carving out a place for herself in their shinobi world, beneath his fingertips.
At last.
Wrenching himself from Sakura's lips was impossibly difficult, but trailing open kisses down the column of her throat wasn't a bad consolation prize. Sakura threw her head back when his nose bumped the area of skin just above her clavicle, and her noises were even more rewarding when Sasuke retraced the area with his tongue.
"Sasukeā¦" Her voice bordered on a whine, needy, and the grip she had on his shirt threatened to pull it from his body.
Guessing what Sakura wanted wasn't hard, but they'd waited this long to get together. Despite the adrenaline and lust slowly overpowering all his higher mental faculties, Sasuke was willing to take his time with this. The seam on Sakura's shirt prevented him from dipping much lower onto her chest, even if it was still completely unbuttoned, so Sasuke tortured what flesh was available with kisses, licks, and puffs of warm breath.
As it turned out, Sakura had other ideas.
The hands that had been previously pulling him to her abruptly shoved him back with enough force that Sasuke knew some chakra had been used. Now off the wall, Sakura dropped her legs from his hips and stepped away so she had room to unceremoniously yank off her shirt. Though he had seen it before, several times in the last few days in truth, the sight of her standing only in her lacy black bra and shinobi shorts took sent his heart racing.
This was the response Sakura had been hoping for, apparently, as the corner of her lip picked up in an very uncharacteristic smirk. With a predatory gleam in her eyes, and completely unnecessary swing of her hips, Sakura stalked towards him. Barely daring to breathe, Sasuke stood still as she dragged her palms down his chest, leaving a combination of warmth and chills in her wake. When she reached the hem of his shirt, Sakura gripped the end in both hands before promptly tearing the material down the middle.
Sasuke took her in with wide, onyx eyes, not quite sure what to do with this Sakura, but excited at the prospect of learning. One of the hands that had just torn his shirt from his body gently grasped his right hand, and she guided him towards his sleeping mat with a coquettish look over her shoulder.
"We have plenty of time to go slow," she told him, pulling him down to the floor with her before crawling in between his legs, "But not this time."
He was still afraid of asking too much, despite how much he wanted it, but if the devilish glint in her eyes wasn't enough to shove his fears to the back of his mind, the fingers on his pant's zipper certainly were.
"Fuck, Sakura." It was quite possible that his eyes had rolled into the back of his head, and she'd barely brushed against him.
The touch was gone immediately. "Good fuck or bad fuck?"
Bad? How could that have been bad? Sasuke pried his eyes open with great effort to see Sakura hovering just out of reach, uncertainty clouding her expression. Shit, he had fucked up already. Silent communication was one of their fortes, for sure, but this area was too new for Sasuke to assume Sakura would know exactly what he was thinking. They would have to be clear with each other.
"Great," he huffed, a little unsteadily. In an instant, Sakura's confidence was back, and it brought with it that sly grin that promised everything Sasuke had ever wanted-including the things he hadn't dared to dream. Sasuke propped himself up on his elbows and smiled easily, crooking his fingers in the universal "come hither" motion. Bottle-green eyes darkened in an instant, and she closed the distance between them quickly.
Once Sakura was in range, Sasuke wasted no time reversing their positions and kissing her with a fever that left her eyes unfocused and hazy when he finally deigned to pull away.
"Sasuke, wha-?"
"That was taking it slow," he informed her roughly before turning his attention to the flesh concealed beneath her black bra, wasting no time pushing it up and out of the way. While he possessed the strength to rip it apart as Sakura had done to his shirt, inklings of plans pertaining to the set of lingerie she currently wore had begun to form in the back of his mind. It would be waste of the delicate material at the very least.
Tracing the underside of her breasts elicited the most tempting expressions, and Sasuke felt a dangerous grin grace his face in response. Small pink tips poked into the air, and Sasuke determinedly ignored them until Sakura's hands were scrabbling impatiently at his shoulders. Only then did he flick his thumb over one of the peaks. Sakura jerked beneath him, and Sasuke pressed her more firmly into the mat before repeating the process. This time, however, he peppered the other breast with kisses that just barely skimmed her areola.
At some point during his torture, Sakura had begun to try pushing him down her body to where she actually wanted him. He resisted just long enough to hear her growl impatiently before relenting and sliding down to her shorts.
This time Sasuke didn't waste any time kissing along the hem. Instead he seized the bottom of her shorts with one hand and tugged, hard. The process would have gone quicker with two hands, but unfortunately Sasuke was still a little shaky from spending all his chakra. Luckily Sakura was as desperate to free herself from her clothing as he was, and she hooked her underwear and shorts under her thumb before quickly shoving them down closer to her knees, wriggling her hips to ease the process.
With those out of the way, Sasuke was greeted with a completely new sight. The underwear she had donned had been skimpy, but they had still hidden the cotton-candy pink curls that dusted the apex of her thighs. Lamplight illuminated the glistening slickness that their previous activities had caused, and Sasuke couldn't help but feel the slightest bit prideful. In a matter of moments, he had caused this.
So, it would hardly be fair for him to hold back now, would it?
Two fingers swiftly parted her folds while Sasuke sought out Sakura's clit with his tongue. To be honest, it wasn't as if he really knew what he was doing. Orochimaru and Kabuto had kept several women for their-entertainment, however, and they weren't exactly reserved about where their entertainment took place. So, there was the possibility that he could have-conceivably-copied some of their interactions with his sharingan. For learning purposes, of course.
But, well, if the spasmic bucking of Sakura's hips were anything to go by, he was a something of a fast learner.
"Shit-Sasu-I'm gonna-Sasuke!" She called suddenly before trailing off into broken mantra of his name and trembling limbs. Slightly confused-she couldn't be coming already, could she?-Sasuke continued his movements, paying closer attention to her reactions. The walls surrounding his fingers suddenly felt much closer, and, with one last gasp, Sakura's quivering ceased. He pulled away.
"Did you?" Sasuke asked once petal pink eyelashes fluttered open once more. He had been fairly certain she had, but he had always heard that bringing a woman to the brink was much more difficult than that?
Still lacking the energy to raise her head from the sleeping mat, Sakura arched an eyebrow at him instead, "That would be a yes."
"Hn." That was definitely an ego boost. He considered the woman before him, limp and panting on the floor, and smirked as a wicked plan formed in his mind. Now, he just had to figure out if multiple orgasms for women were a myth or not.
Sakura rocketed to an upright position as Sasuke began to trace the kanji for his favorite ninjutsu against her clit. Much more moisture had gathered on her folds since her last orgasm, and he decided to place three fingers inside her this time. As the kunoichi fell back-her mouth opened in a silent "o"-Sasuke decided he was going to find her limit right then and then.
Sometimes he pulled back long enough for Sakura to start to recover. Other times he didn't even wait for her to come down from the wave of her last orgasm before he was determinedly pushing her up to the next crest. Along the way Sasuke continued to amass more and more knowledge about what his old teammate liked. She could handle four of his fingers easily, for instance, but she preferred three because it gave him a better range of motion. When he moved his digits in a strong scissor motion Sakura nearly lost it, and it pretty much made up for the fact that he hadn't been able to find her mysterious g-spot.
Just as Sasuke was about to gain the final insight to whether she like her labia sucked or stroked more, she spoke up.
"Stop teasing, Sasuke!" Sakura hissed, fingernails biting into his shoulders.
Part of him wanted to do just that. After all, they had both agreed they weren't going to take it slow this time, and Sasuke was dying to finally thrust into her. At the same time, Kami, he didn't want to. For once he was the source of Sakura's pleasure instead of her pain. She was crying in ecstasy as his fingers pumped into her over and over-not sorrow. There was nothing in this moment Sasuke had to feel guilty about, and he didn't want reality to come crashing down around them, not yet. Each time Sakura climaxed at his hands was a silent apology to rectify the mountains of wrong he had done her, and they had a long way to go before he felt right taking anything in return.
"No," Sasuke murmured stubbornly, his words ghosting over Sakura's engorged clit.
"I swear on the life of our Hokage, either you take control or I will," she threatened, mint eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. She bucked once, powerfully enough to remind him that she had regained control of her chakra, but Sasuke was more amused than anything.
"I'm sure Kakashi would approve of your use of his title," he chucked darkly at the mention of their former sensei. The silver-haired nin would probably have a daylong nosebleed-at the very least-if he had an inkling of what two of his past students were doing right now. "But you are going to lay back and enjoy this, possibly several times, before I ever enter you."
To prove his point, Sasuke swiped his tongue rather forcefully over her clit, but Sakura didn't respond with the reckless abandon he had come to expect. In fact, when he looked up, her lips were nothing but a thin line and her jaw was taut with fury.
"Don't. Don't you dare turn this into part of your penance, Sasuke." Her words were clipped and angry. "Make love to me, fuck me how you want to. Not because you're guilty. Living for revenge wasn't healthy, and neither is this."
Of course she would see through him.
"Making sure you're comfortable isn't an act of penance," Sasuke deflected smoothly. He refused to meet her eyes, and instead laid leisurely kisses along the insides of her thighs. Above him Sakura's breath hitched, but her muscles remained tense.
"Remind me that we're alive, Sasuke. Both of us. Together," she whispered, the slightest waver in her words, "I'm more than comfortable enough for that."
He dragged his gaze back to hers then, and he didn't expect what he found. There was still anger, yes, but the prominent emotion he saw was fear. Although she was physically recovered, Sasuke saw now more than ever that Sakura hadn't made it through the episode unscathed. Facing her own death with no escape plan had left her shaky, and she was asking him to ground her.
"Fine," Sasuke agreed. He rose to rest on his knees, framed by Sakura's porcelain legs. As it turned out, his raised vantage point put him in the perfect position to see the mess he'd made of her: rosy cheeks and weeping slit. It was enough to bring him back to full-hardness, and seconds later Sasuke was pushing his head into her entrance.
"Fuck!" He hissed through clenched teeth. There was nothing that could have prepared him for the way she felt around him. Kami, it all he had not to thrust into the hilt so that she could encompass all of him instead of just his ti-wait.
"Protection, fuck, Sakura, wait," it took every bit of his focus to string the words he wanted together, "Condom or jusu?"
"Jutsu, already cast." She never stopped swiveling her hips, trying to pull him in deeper.
Thank Kami. He really didn't want to pull back now. Plus, he didn't even know where the fuck they would find a condom right now. Unless Sakura had one sealed away, they would probably be shit out of luck. Then Sakura went and clenched her muscles around him and all thoughts of contraception flew out the window. Eyes clenched shut and head thrown back, Sasuke bit back a stream of curses.
If she didn't fucking stop twirling those damn, motherfucking hips, right fucking now, Sasuke wasn't going to be able to take it slow. He opened his mouth to tell her just that when he realized that was the exact reaction she wanted. The little minx.
Fine. The slow pace had been for her benefit, anyway. If the mint-eyed hellion beneath him didn't want her first time gentle, who was he to argue? Sakura may look as if she was a porcelain doll, but she was as much of a shinobi as he was. A little pain wasn't going to get in the way of their pleasure.
In one smooth motion, Sasuke grabbed Sakura's thighs hard enough to bruise and pulled her forward until his shaft was sheathed within her completely. Heat flooded through him, boiling in his veins, and the moan that escaped him was mirrored by Sakura. Whatever inclination Sasuke had had to be tender and sweet disappeared in a cloud of lust, and Sasuke was soon setting a demanding pace.
"Yes!" Sakura gasped, her fingers scrabbling wildly for purchase on the smooth ground.
"You-are-not-allowed-to-die," he informed her between thrusts, "I'm-not-letting-you-go-ever-again."
Moans and frantic nodding were his only response. There was an all too familiar tightening in his balls, and Sasuke knew he was close. But damned if he wasn't going to take Sakura right over the edge with him. With an almost frantic fever, Sasuke slipped his hands from Sakura's thighs to just under her knees so he could pull them up to rest on his shoulders. This wasn't going to last much longer, he wasn't going to last much longer, but Sasuke had experience on his side.
Leaning forward onto one hand, he targeted her clit with his free thumb, making broad strokes across the surface.
"Sit, Sasuke!" Sakura's back arched. "Shit!"
That did it. No amount of reciting ninja code could erase the way his name from her bruised lips or negate the image of her breasts heaving as she struggled to draw air into her lungs. With a grunt, Sasuke pitched forward, white light exploding behind his eyes. One last flick of his thumb had Sakura following after him, and Sasuke could only groan as her fluctuating vaginal walls drew his orgasm out even longer.
He barely managed to roll off of her before his muscles gave out-the combination of chakra exhaustion and insane pleasure was too much for even him to fight against. Slowly, the stars faded from his vision and his heart slowed to a more normal pace. Beside him Sakura's ragged pants were beginning to adopt a calmer pattern. As the neurons in his brain started firing again, Sasuke realized he should probably say something.
But he didn't know where to start.
"Don't think this gets you out of our date when we get back." Sakura cautioned, cutting into his thoughts. He looked over just in time to see her close her eyes and curl up into his sides. "I'm still holding you to that."
"If it earns me a repeat performance, I'll take you on as many dates as you want."
A small palm slapped Sasuke's chest, but a grin covered the part of Sakura's face that wasn't buried in his chest. "Hardee-har-har. Jerk."
Those were the last word spoken between them for the night, but it didn't seem to matter. They had a whole lifetime for words ahead of them, now. A lifetime together. When he closed his eyes that night, his gorgeous kunoichi nestled against him, Sasuke felt more peaceful than he had in a long, long time.
Okay, long apology GO!
I am SO sorry that I didn't finish this before new year like I planned. I can't even pretend I was busy until the first week of January. I started out with such good intentions, but I just froze at the sex scene. At first, I couldn't think of how to transition.
Then, and this was the big problem, I couldn't decide how I wanted to write the scene. I've written SasuSaku smut before, but I don't think I've tried a first time between the two (besides the jail cell one, but I knew that one was supposed to be sad). Was this one supposed to be gentle? Rough? Riddled with mishaps? Comforting? I really couldn't decide, and I was killing myself trying to keep everyone in character. I hope the end result is something you all enjoyed.
As for where this story is going, stay tuned for a epilogue, and then we can all bid Poison a fond farewell. So, thank you for staying tuned an encouraging me the whole way through. You all rock and your patience is saint worthy
