Catch Me If You Can
Disclaimer: Did Sasuke come back to Konoha, confess his love to Sakura, and is having hot, wild sex with her? No? Then I sadly don't own Naruto.
Warning:: Rated M for a pair of SUPER HORNY shinobi who will get no action this chapter :P
Luck.
That is if you could call it that.
It was pure luck that Sakura woke up a mere hour before Sasuke. That she had a chance to escape. Even now as she stumbled through the lush forest her mind kept on wavering back to the first few moments after she first opened her eyes.
Pain had engulfed Sakura's body, sore from Sasuke's viscous pounding. But it was worth it. The amount of pleasure it brought her blew her mind leaving her in a state of total ectasy. Sakura stared at the dull stone ceiling above her, her eyes lazily scanning each little dip and jagged edge in the rock. Sunlight streamed through the little rectangular windows on the far side of the tiny room, shedding enough light to illuminate the room in a soft glow.
Clothes were strewn everywhere. The room was a complete mess. Sakura's face blushed deeply as she slowly recalled every touch, every lick, every kiss, and every bite Sasuke had given her- littering her once pale skin with an array of purple bruises and bites. The tainted memories of each simple sensation brought sent a shiver down her spine. It was so bad. So corrupt, but she still craved for it.
Sakura tilted her pink head of hair to her side, her eyes resting on a sight for any pair of sore eyes. Sasuke was still peacefully asleep next to her, not a trace of hate or cockiness in his face whatsoever. A smiled came across Sakura's lips, the feeling of her heart fluttering within her chest. She wished this moment could last forever. Sakura let out a content sigh, snuggling into the thin blanket covering them.
Gently Sakura squirmed under the blanket, shifting her weight so she could face Sasuke, their foreheads just inches apart, the bangs of his jet black hair tickling her. Sakura could feel the warm puffs of air leaving Sasuke's parted mouth, the comforting heat radiating from his toned body.
Her eyes drifted down Sasuke's pale body taking in the hard earned results of his strenuous training. Sakura bit her lip, remembering his warm embrace, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into her. She eyed all of the dark bruises and scratches that decorated him, her face blushing with embarresment. Had she done that?
Sakura's jade green eyes circled back to Sasuke's handsome face. He looked so innocent and vulnerable, as if the side of him teeming with anger and rage never existed. Without a smirk or a glare plastered on his flawless face Sasuke seemed perfect.
For some reason Sakura couldn't help but feel safe lying next to him.
To be an arm's length away from his strong protective body, Sakura felt as if she belonged there. She felt at home- even if he had the ability to kill her in a second.
Her slim fingers reached out towards Sasuke, her fingertips barely grazing the surface of his smooth arm. Slowly her appendeges trailed down to Sasuke's hand, tracing patterns in his open palm. Before long Sakura's tiny hand meled into Sasuke's, their fingers interwining as if on instinct.
Sakura's green eyes widened as Sasuke's warm hand gently squeezed hers, sending a flash of heat to her chest, filling her with indefinite happiness. Even if it only lasted a for a moment. Her gaze darted from their joined hands to Sasuke's slumbering face in panic. Sakura was ready to feel the piercing stare of an enraged Uchiha, to be shoved away in an instant. But he wasn't awake. Sasuke's warm breath was slow and even, his conscience trapped in a world of dreams.
Relief flooded Sakura, pulling her back to reality. She needed to escape and fast. That's what she had to do right? Now was no time for pointless desires and wishful thinking. Yet Sakura couldn't bring herself out of the soft bed she and Sasuke shared. The peaceful spell that surrouded Sasuke, the hominess just to be near him, captivated her.
How could she leave when what she wanted all her life was so close?
Sakura was torn, her now sad eyes still scanning Sasuke's calm, sleeping face. The happiness she just felt moments ago was rapidly disappearing. Sakura felt an emptiness form within her chest, one oh-so familiar from years ago. From when Sasuke left Konoha- a time she never wanted to remember. If she left now, it would be as if she lost him again.
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip hard enough to taste blood. She didn't want to leave. All she wanted was to feel Sasuke's strong arms around her, to hear him whisper sweet words into her ear. For him to love her. Sakura could feel the salty tears beginning to well up behind the thin membrane of her closed eyelids. Quickly she blinked them away, opening her emerald green eyes in the process.
She made up her mind. It's now or never.
Sakura gave Sasuke's hand one last soft squeeze before slipping out of the comfort of the warm bed. She grabbed what was left of her clothes- or at least what was left of it. Her shirt could be worn again, but her panties and skirt were shreaded to pieces. Eyeing Sasuke's clothes Sakura swipped the heavy purple fabric that went over his dark pants, along with the braided rope that held it in place. It was a little big on her hips, but it was better than nothing. There was no way that she was leaving with her skin exposed for the world to see.
Sakura glanced back at Sasuke, the thin covers barely coveirng his lean body. How could he still be sleeping? Didn't he notice any of Sakura's movements? The tiny noises she made?
Why wasn't he awake to tell her not to go?
Sakura bit her lip once more at the last thought that flickered through her mind. Fantasy and realilty were two very different things. She should've learned that by now. She could yearn all wanted, but it would never happen. Life wasn't a dream. After slipping on her leather boots, Sakura quietly tiptoed towoard's Sasuke's slumbering figure, slowly crawling back into the messy bed. Her soft lips found Sasuke's warm forehead, gently brushing strands of his dark hair away from it, placing a tender kiss there.
"Sakura..."
The sound of Sasuke's deep voice caught Sakura's attention, igniting the small sliver of hope that the stubborn Uchiha was now awake. Yet still he wasn't. Why? Why wasn't he here when she needed him the most? Sakura's face lingered near Sasuke's, close enough for her steaming tears to drip on his cheeks. She wiped them away, biting her lip to stifle the soft whimpers forming im her thick, clogged throat.
"Until we meet again, Sasuke-kun." Sakura softly whispered into Sasuke's ear, her voice low and shaky. Climbing off the small bed for the last time Sakura grabbed her pack, fastening the bundle around her slim waist. She was ready to go.
And without looking back she was gone.
The cold wind suddenly stopped whipping Sakura's face as she stopped running. Her vision was too blurry with tears to keep going on. She let it all go. Sakura could feel the hot tears streaming down her face, dripping on the branches below her. She could feel the shallow breaths that were almost painful to force out.
"Until we meet again, Sasuke-kun." As if. Sakura knew that it would be too good to be true. He got what he wanted, a night of pleasure- a one time thing. But he also took her heart, and perhaps this time for good. Who's to say if their paths would ever cross again? Sakura knew there wasn't going to be a next time, Sasuke was as good as gone.
That's where she was wrong.