I was asked to write a story centering around the idea of jealousy, and I jumped at the opportunity. This one's for you, crazymel2008. I tried to fit as much of your prompt into the piece as possible while still maintaining the characterization. I hope it lives up to your expectations, and as always, thank you for reading this far!

She walked into the flat, arms full of groceries. She sighed in relief, gingerly placing her load onto the small counter top before calling out,

"Sasuke?"

No answer. She blinked once. It wasn't like the Uchiha to call back, but he usually made his presence known to her in some way. Walking towards the bedroom, her head peered around the door frame,

"Sasuke?"

He was there, sitting on the edge of the bed and cleaning his chokutō, refusing to acknowledge her presence. She walked to him, crawling to the far side of the bed, and embraced him from behind, her elbows on his shoulders and her head resting contentedly on top of his. She noted the way his jaw tightened as she did, and she leaned down and to the side, trying to discern the expression on his face.

She blinked as she found herself on her back, his body forcing hers down into the mattress almost painfully as he smashed her lips to his with reckless abandon.

She flinched; something was wrong. It wasn't in his nature to be gentle, but Sasuke had never hurt her in his advances before. Pressing her palms to his upper arms, she assertively pushed against him, making her intentions clear. He scowled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down above her head with one hand, the other palming and grabbing at the flesh of her body roughly.

Sakura shook her head, and his hand snaked up to her face, holding her chin almost painfully.

She willed the chakra to flow to her fist. Breaking his hold and expelling her chakra at the point of contact, she sent a right hook into his jaw, channeling some of the super strength she had inherited from her mentor.

His head snapped to the side with the impact, and he stared at the wall for a second before turning back to her, eyes wide in shock before narrowing at her again.

She glared back at him evenly, moving up as far away as the space would allow and clutching her blouse to her chest, "What is wrong with you?"

He stared at her evenly for a moment before roughly shoving off the bed, getting up to leave.

She stared at his retreating form for a second before she got up, moving hurriedly to catch up with him. Catching up to him clumsily, her arm reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt from behind. He stopped but quickly yanked his arm out of her grip. A hurt look crossed her face.

Sakura made her way around him so she could face him dead on, wary of his reaction to her, "Sasuke? I don't understand, is something wrong?"

He averted his gaze, staring just over her shoulder and towards the floor. Reaching out, she gently placed a hand on the side of his face, "Sas-"

She was cut off by a fierce hand closing around her wrist, pulling it a ways off his face. Cold eyes met hers in a glare.

"You smell like him."

But the only person to touch her today was-

Oh.

As she was walking home a man who had just started taking shifts at the hospital had stopped her outside of her apartment building and had asked if she would like to go out with him sometime. Her eyes flickered to the window, realizing that if he had peered down at the right time, Sasuke could have watched the entire scene from their flat.

She felt him stiffen a bit when she moved to wrap her arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry." she whispered into his chest. "He just graduated his chunin exams, and he's studying under me as an apprentice medic-nin. He didn't . . . He doesn't know about us." Pulling away, she lifted her head to stare at his face before adding, "I didn't realize you had seen that. You should have told me."

He continued to glare off the side, disgusted at his weakness.

Sakura stared at him for a second before returning her arms to their previous position around his neck again and kissing him softly on the cheek.

Sasuke came off as arrogant, but he was human and often awkward when it came to expressing himself. Where he was strong in physical combat, he faltered in social skills, and she knew how hard it was for him to communicate.

Desperately wanting to put him at ease, Sakura pulled away slightly before burying her face into the crook of his neck, and exhaling,

"I love you. Please know that."

He sighed and she felt strong forearms wrap around her waist lightly, letting his head hit her shoulder,

She held him closer still, tears welling up and threatening to spill over,

Minutes passed and she continued to hold the man before her, silently praying she got through to him.