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notes: hello world.
dedication: to you, youthful reader! warning: rated M-ish with the last paragraph.
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14. The Little Things
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It's the little things.
The way Sasuke hovers his hand at the small of her back, barely touching, when they walk through Konoha after grocery shopping or picking her up from her shift or just strolling that Sakura feels protected.
The way Sakura feels that sudden void of air just above her ear whenever Sasuke takes a sniff of her hair and then places a brief kiss on her crown before they sleep or whenever he has to leave for a mission, that lets her know Sasuke appreciates her.
The way Sasuke stays silent for as long as it takes whenever they have a fight, enduring her harsh words, her irrational strength, sometimes the bruises on his face, and in the end seeing him still waiting for her at the hospital or at their bedroom with a flower or nothing at all always matched by eye bags and a frown, that she knows he's sincere in his whispered apology. The way he always asks for forgiveness first.
The way Sakura feels every part of her shatter and melt and be everywhere at once to be captured and molded once again in his firm and yet gentle hands. The way her whole body recognizes and responds only to his fingers and his lips and his flesh, only to him, leaving even the most secret corners of her crevices explored and pleasured. The way her name escapes his gritted teeth when they're both at their peaks, the desperation and desire palpable in his voice and nothing else matters but this being within her and everywhere else, that Sakura knows he loves her.
"Oyasumi, Sakura"
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notes: yes, i'm back from the dead to tell stories that put you to bed. review, if you dare!