Sasuke checks in on his wedding present to Sakura and reflects on his time with his lovers.
Sasuke felt a shift and opened his eyes. He was here, in the cabin he built for her.
It had been one of her less than stellar moments in childhood, gushing over him once again.
She had been about 10.
Flashback:
"I made a house for us!"
The little girl with the pink hair was holding a paper in front of his face.
It was a drawing of a house and a yard and it was….girly. There was even a heart on the door.
"Tch." the little boy had said, crumpling the paper and aiming for the trash.
The little girl's face fell when he pretended to throw it away.
He snuck it in his pocket instead.
He normally threw things away the girls at school gave him, but this was a house a
girl would like. He took the drawing out of his pocket and looked at it when he got
home. Sasuke wasn't interested in girls and wasn't sure he ever would be but he
knew he would need one later and it was best to keep them happy. He had heard
his mother complain, something she rarely did at all, about wanting a different
house. Knowing what girls wanted in their houses then was important, right?
He studied the drawing. It was so different than what he would have thought of.
The garden was walled in to keep most of the animals out of it and there was a nice sitting area.
The kitchen was right next to it. There would be no mess through the other rooms bringing in produce from the garden.
The guest room was on the bottom floor so there would be more privacy for the owners when company came.
The master bedroom was positioned over the living room and a fireplace ran through each.
This house would have saved his mother the complaints he had overheard.
The only reason he could think of for the heart on the door was to let people know a girl lived there.
He kept it. It was in his backpack when he left Konoha. By the time he left Sound he recorded it with his Sharingan, and now… here it stood.
He wondered if she would recognize it. He had thought of bringing it up but could never come up with how to do that without sounding pathetic, so he just decided not to. The heart on the door was a dead giveaway. Regardless, he had enjoyed doing this for her and he enjoyed being here in this physical manifestation of his commitment.
What would it be like to travel with his new wife? What adventures would they have while they still could?
The manners of his old comrades irked him sometimes. He knew it was because they spent most of their leisure time in Konoha.
Traveling brought some wisdom and grace he wanted his kunoichi to have, and certainly his child.
They had done it. He had a child. He was not the end of the line.
There was a chance.
He wanted to kick himself for how he had handled things with Sakura at first.
He had completely thrown caution to the wind once she climbed on top of him, mesmerized by her nearly nude proximity and the heat of her kisses. As embarrassing as it had been he was glad his first encounter with her didn't result in full blown sex as he would have had to force her to be with Kakashi or watch her die because he couldn't control himself. No, Kakashi would have saved her from his stupidity. Just like he did the second time they were together, when it was actual sex between them. Suddenly feeling her surrounding him like that had stolen his breath. He'd mindlessly seized her and speared her to the hilt as she cried. He'd felt desperation and anger when Kakashi had stopped him from driving into her again, but later was very grateful he did and terribly remorseful for hurting her. His previous mistakes had made him attentive of her as they made love near the campfire. This woman, this powerful and much loved warrior who crumbled the earth but was light as a feather, burned for him. It had been so natural, like they were playing a new game together, one that let them love and touch each other. Sakura had let him explore everything.
Watching her eyes glaze and her heart give as he kissed and drove into her had made him something he hadn't been in too long.
Happy.
Whether he knew it or not, Hatake seemed to be offering the same type of love he gave to Sakura to him. Sasuke realized he was weak for it and he wondered why. He had tried not to think too much about his sexual life before all of this but it was all he had to go on. It had little use with either of them.
He could never treat Sakura like he had been treated or as he had later treated others, and clearly Kakashi would not allow that between he and Sasuke. That was confusing. What would it be like between two men who cared about each other and attempted to have a relationship - a real one? Something that wasn't about obligation, release, or subjugation?
He saw the silver haired nin's obvious discomfort. Somehow the man knew something of what he'd been involved in and felt guilty touching Sasuke. That was ridiculous and he'd have to set that straight somehow. Normally a teacher being in bed with his former students should make one feel guilty, but Kakashi was no Orochimaru. He had teased him about being her father but the Copy ninja was not old enough to be, had been acting very much like a husband, and had let no other woman close to him out of concern for her. If he hadn't left Konoha in the first place none of this would have happened this way. He and Naruto would have been there for her, but they weren't.
Sasuke could easily admit his former sensei had an amazing body. Women young and old would be interested, nowhere was he lacking, and he himself found him attractive.
After what had happened when all three of them were together though, he would not touch the Copy nin unless it was out of genuine affection. He sensed he would be reprimanded otherwise.
He could hardly wait to touch Sakura again. Yes, he'd wanted to bring her food but afterwards he definitely had other plans for her. He would have to wait. He was emotionally exhausted and needed to rest here but his mind wouldn't shut off. Sighing in resignation, he got up and began preparing their abode for Sakura's arrival.