Hello, it's been a while. I'm having sort of a difficult time right now that is getting better and to kind of take my mind off of things I've been writing more. I know I've been gone, but that's because I was finishing up a YA book that I'd been working on so yay for productiveness.

I know this is hardly the story you guys want to see updated. On the bright side, I'm working on a Let's Play a Game, Shall We? Chapter 2 that'll complete the two-shot so that's something to look forward to.

This is based off the move Like Crazy, which is extremely good and I'd recommend it. I don't own it or Naruto.

Warning: language. sex. violence. Bold means it's in the chapter. Rating is mature to be safe.

Disclaimer can be found on my page.

This is not part of any series.

Unwilling Juliet, Unsuspecting Romeo

I thought I understood it, the idea of you and me.

She sat in the tub, her thin arms wrapped around her knees tightly. The water was lukewarm and her fingers were pruned, but she didn't make a move to get out.

The door opened quietly and Sasuke hovered in the doorway, uncertain.

Without taking her eyes off the dripping bath faucet, she said in a soft voice, "What's going to happen after graduation Sasuke?"

He didn't say anything. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him shift closer. She turned her head to look at him, her cheek falling against her cold, pale knee.

"I don't know," he finally answered. "Don't think about it."

His words somehow calmed her and angered her at once. She frowned, sighing loudly through her nose, and tried to reason with herself that it was probably better if she didn't think about it. They still had time, so many weeks, so many days. But annoyance bubbled in her chest because he refused to talk about it. Eventually they would have to acknowledge the fact that he was going to graduate, and be out in the real world, and she was going to be stuck there, seeing an echo of her memories with him everywhere she went.

Something grabbed her ankle and she squealed, her flailing arms sending bubbles everywhere. One landed on Sasuke's nose and he wrinkled his face as he tried to blow it away. The moment made her burst out laughing and he pulled her closer, his lips pressing to hers softly at first before moving faster, lips parting and tongue tracing the seam of her lips.

Everywhere he touched tingled. His fingers found their way between her legs and she fell apart against him, her lips moving across his shoulder lazily and catching the water drops with her tongue. She wanted to be closer to him, if that was possible, but maybe it was because sooner or later they'd be far apart.

She wrapped her legs around him and he entered her with a groan. Water sloshed over the rim, soaking their clothes, but they barely noticed in their completeness.

"Sasuke..." she said after as he's dried her off with a towel.

"Hn?"

"I love you." Every time she said those three words it felt like it was the first time saying them. Her stomach swam with butterflies at his voice.

"I love you."

"What do you mean it's a one way trip?" Sakura asked, wanting to slam her fists against something. The table she being forced to sit at, the walls holding her in this awful place, this man's face for not understanding her situation.

"You violated your Visa. You're not allowed to re-enter the country," he said, folding his fingers over a file with her name on it.

"And if I don't get on the plane?" She wanted to run, back to Sasuke's apartment where she could hide under the covers with him. It'd been easy enough to do all summer, why not prolong it a little longer until she could get this figured out?

"We have someone waiting to escort you onto the plane."

"Can I have a moment please?" she stared at him with a cold gaze.

"You have five minutes. We are not delaying this flight." He got up and left the room, watching her from the window in the door.

"Then let it leave without me," she whispered. She moved to the phone in the corner and dialed Sasuke's number, sliding down the wall until she was sitting with her face buried in her knees.

"Sasuke," she croaked into the phone, swallowing past the lump in her throat.

"Sakura? What's wrong?" his voice was husky with sleep. She'd left him with his head buried in his pillow, not wanting to wake him so early when she'd assumed she'd be back soon. Now she regretted not saying goodbye because who knew when she'd be able to enter the country again.

"I violated my Visa by staying so long. They're not letting me back into the country once I leave."

"What? That's bullshit," he said and there was shuffling. "I'm on my way."

"Don't," she muttered. Now the tears were falling. "The plane's about to leave. I'll figure it out when I've landed."

"Okay. Call me when you land and we'll figure it out."

"I will," she promised and with trembling hands pressed the phone as hard as she could against her ear as though that'd make him appear. "I love you, Sasuke."

"I love you."

There he was, suitcase in one hand, roses in the other. She ran to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him with enough force to nearly knock him over. Her lips found his and they both sighed at the contact.

"I've been counting down the seconds," she whispered in the hair thin space between their lips before kissing him again.

They ended up in her apartment, a sad little excuse of a place that she'd thought she'd spend maybe a month in before flying back to Sasuke. Instead, as months passed, it'd become her own and more homey as she settled in.

He looked out of place, sitting at her table as she cooked dinner. She'd grown accustom to the emptiness of the place except for when friends came by and it was a new experience to see him among her new life.

It made her sad to think of this as her new life as though he and her old life were gone. They weren't, though. She refused to think that way.

Eventually they made it to her bed, a monstrosity of a think that took over the majority of her bedroom. That didn't matter nearly as much as his fingers did as they moved up her skirt, finding her wet and needy after five months of waiting for them to reunite. Talking on the phone never fully made up for the physical contact.

His lips followed his fingers and soon she was keening at her cracked ceiling, neck arched and hair splayed across her pillowcase. When he finally moved up to kiss her, she worked on unbuckling his belt, drawing him closer with a tug on his belt loops. As he thrust into her, she tried to memorize the feeling of fingers brushing her nipples, warm breath against her face and eyes staring into hers with an intensity that made her feel like she was the most important thing in his life, the only thing in his world.

"I love you," she said against his shoulder as she came, him falling over the edge right after her.

"I love you."

She watched him go through the security checkpoint. He turned to take one last look at her, smiling. It was hard to smile back for her lips were trembling so much, but she managed to and waved at him. She watched him until all that was left was the memory of him standing in front of her, kissing her goodbye with teeth and tongue and lips.

"I love you," she whispered into the empty space in front of her, closing her eyes and trying to imagine him saying it back.