Capitulum XIII – What the actual fuck just happened?
Surely he did this on purpose, Sakura pondered as she prepared herself for the jet's landing.
She was hoping for some one on one time with her ex-husband during their flight in order to talk about a few things; the mission in Sapporo, the steps they were going to take after Danzo's death… their relationship. Instead she was informed she would fly to Sapporo on her own, as Sasuke apparently still had to take care of some urgent business and would arrive later in the afternoon. He's still avoiding me, Sakura deduced. However, they would be staying in Sapporo for three whole days to deal with Danzo; she was sure she would find a way to get him alone.
Sakura suppressed her worrying thoughts and instead focused on her plans for the weekend, after all she would be seeing the Sabakuno siblings again after more than three years. Sakura had got to know them through Sasuke, but had heard of the infamous Sapporo siblings before. Although they were also members of the Yakuza just like Sasuke, they Sabakunos were some of the nicest people Sakura had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Ever since saving Kankuro's life once, Sakura had basically become family to the trio and they always went out of their way to make her feel welcome in their city.
She couldn't wait to see them all again. She also couldn't wait for the oh so funny bickering between Gaara and Sasuke.
Despite what he had always feared, there really was nothing between Gaara and her; they were simply fond of each other. Sakura was well aware of his occasional flirting, but he only did it to tease Sasuke a little, because the two men never really got along well with one another. Even during their phone call a few days ago, the two of them fell back into old habits, laughing with each other as if it hadn't been three years since they last saw one another. Sakura was surprised to hear Gaara call her by that cute pet name he had given her the first time they had met.
What surprised her even more was Sasuke's reaction to hearing it. So subtle, almost non-readable to others, but Sakura could see through it. She saw his clenched fist and his hardened jaw. It did surprise her a bit to discern his jealousy while listening to her conversation with Gaara. After all, Sasuke had made it abundantly clear to her that there were no more feelings involved from his side. Moreover he was steering clear of her for the last days and whenever he was near Sakura, he was as cold and distant as ever. Despite the physical attraction she felt when she had confronted him naked, it really did seem as if Sasuke got over her.
The pinkette was torn from her thoughts when she felt the jerk of the plane's landing. She gathered her belongings and made her way to the exit. Putting on her sunglasses and stepping out of Sasuke's jet, she could already see a shock of red hair. A smile spread across her face as soon as she recognised who it belonged to. Gaara was leaning against his white Tesla sports car, another two black cars and his security detail standing behind him. A fine grin spread across his face, a sight rarely to be seen.
"Welcome back, little one."
Sasuke put down his drink on the table and with arms crossed in front of him, faced the big glass wall of the hotel suite. As he let his gaze wander through the night skyline of Sapporo, he was impatiently tapping his index finger against his arm. He had arrived three hours ago, and Sakura had been here for almost the entire day. Sasuke was wondering what, or rather who in the world was taking her so long.
The decision to let Sakura fly on her own was made entirely due to his unwillingness to be in close proximity to his ex-wife. Not because he couldn't stand her presence, but rather the exact opposite of it. Lately, Sasuke found himself craving her attention, like he did back when they had still been husband and wife. The few instances where they were together reminded Sasuke of how easy everything was with her.
Sakura had already become comfortable enough around him again to tease him and joke around, and to his chagrin, Sasuke realised he didn't mind. He still had his guard up around Sakura and was watching her like a hawk, but every now and then he caught himself wishing everything would be as it was prior to their divorce. Despite his efforts to stay away from her and burry himself in work as a distraction, Sasuke couldn't deny that old muscle in his chest he long believed to be dead started making tiny skips again whenever Sakura was on his mind. And now they would spend an entire weekend together, in his city.
Sasuke hated himself for being jealous of Gaara. Knowing the red haired Sabakuno, he would go out of his way to make his stay in Sapporo miserable. And what better way to do that than flirt with the one woman Sasuke still seemed to have feelings for.
"Kami, if I make it through this weekend without sleeping with her, I will never touch a drop of alcohol again.", he muttered under his breath while eyeing the glass of Scotch on the table to his right.
A sound behind him tore Sasuke from his thoughts and made him turn towards the door. One glance at his watch revealed it was already 11.30 pm. About damn time. "Sasuke-kun?" His cold eyes met her surprised ones.
"Where the fuck have you been?"
He didn't even have to look down to recognise her favourite black cocktail dress, which he had bought for her once. Sasuke was actually surprised she had held on to it the last years. He was also surprised to see it in one piece, given the many times he had practically ripped it off her body. His eyes wandered to her slender legs as her hands were busy taking off the black stilettos.
"I wasn't with Gaara, if that's what you're asking. And judging by your expression, that's most definitely what you're asking. I actually had dinner with Temari." After her bare feet hit the floor, Sakura threw her clutch on the table and headed towards the bedroom. Sasuke could hear her faint voice when she asked, "Why are you here anyway? I thought you booked your own suite." – "To discuss the details of tomorrow's plan." Sasuke could make out her figure coming out of the bathroom and approaching him. "What's there to discuss? We infiltrate the auction, catch him off guard and shoot the bastard. Piece of cake."
Sakura came to a halt directly in front of him and turned around. Raising her hands, she grasped her pink tresses and held them up as she looked at him with sultry eyes. "Undress me, please.", she whispered. Sasuke's tore his gaze from her eyes and instead looked at her bare back.
He had always liked her back. Watching the curves of her shoulder blades dip when she moved her arms, tracing her spine with his thumb as she was kneeling in front of him while he fucked her from behind.
"Sasuke-kun."
Her soft voice tore him from his lustful thoughts. Sasuke's hand wandered to her dress and ever so slowly, he unzipped it, careful not to touch her skin. The dress was so tight the zipper bended around every curve of her body and his fingers followed the lines of her slender figure. As the zipper came to an end the dress suddenly slid off of her and landed on the floor around her feet. Of course she's not wearing any underwear, Sasuke mused as he looked at her backside covered in absolutely nothing. As she turned around in front of him, his gaze wandered from her hips to her flat belly and landed on her perky breasts. He exhaled audibly and had to resist the urge to touch her.
Sasuke's eyes shot up to meet Sakura's gaze when she whispered, "Do you want to fuck me now, Sasuke-kun?" He clenched his jaw as he looked into Sakura's sultry eyes.
"God yes."
His voice was raw and deep when he answered. Sakura cocked her head and gave him a mischievous look. "Are you sure? I thought you said you didn't have any feelings for me." – "I don't need to have feelings for you just to fuck you." Sasuke tried to mask his arousal with an emotionless voice, but he was well aware of the lie he had just said. He was aware of his body's reaction to seeing Sakura naked, so close to him. How the hell can she still do that to me?
Sasuke had to suppress a gasp when he suddenly felt her hand on his crotch. Her gaze fell to his lips when she spoke. "I can feel how hard you are, Sasuke-kun. Your body's betraying you. You cannot hate me and want to fuck me at the same time."
She let go off him and took a step back. Resting her hands on her hips and looking at him with a challenging expression, she said, "No more lies, Sasuke-kun. I promise I will be honest with you, but I expect the same from you in return. I have no problem admitting I still want you. I have no problem resuming our relationship. But if you want this… if you want me, you need to stop lying to yourself and face the fact that there is still something between us." Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. When he looked at her again, his gaze was cold and angry.
"Don't flatter yourself, Sakura. You're standing in front of me naked, so I got aroused. Hot naked women will do that to me. Especially blondes lately, as I'm sure you've noticed." A smug grin graced his lips. Sasuke couldn't help but throw his latest conquest in her face. He watched as her expression turned sour.
"Really, Sasuke, you're playing the jealousy card? That's rich coming from you; you can't even handle listening to me have a phone call with Gaara without wanting to break his neck." – "Get over yourself, woman. I want to break his neck because he's a dick, not because I don't like the idea of him talking to you."
Sakura crossed her arms in front of her and angrily glared at her ex-husband. Two can play this game, you jerk.
"Fine, then I guess you have no problem with the two of us having breakfast tomorrow morning."
"Go ahead."
"He also invited me to go shopping for a gown. He said he would buy me whatever I want."
"Knock yourself out."
"Dinner at his place before we leave for the auction. He'll cook my favourite meal."
"Have fun."
"Oh I will. I might even end up in bed with him, because he's such a gentleman.", Sakura spat, glaring daggers at him. That was when Sasuke snapped.
"Well marry him then, why don't you?", he roared. With a rage-filled expression he looked at his naked ex-wife in front of him. "Ensnare his gullible little heart, wrap him around your finger, make him fall in love with you and then destroy him like you did with me!" Sasuke grabbed the glass he put down on the table before and threw it against the wall right behind Sakura.
A shattering sound filled the otherwise quiet suite. Sasuke ran his hands through his hair and inhaled audibly. He turned his back to Sakura and came to a halt in front of the glass wall, looking out into Sapporo's night. The silence that befell them for a few seconds was disrupted by Sakura's soft voice behind him.
"I'm sorry." Sasuke clenched his teeth. "For what?" He heard her sigh. After a few more seconds, she raised her voice again.
"For everything. For betraying you, for hurting you… I'm truly sorry. I don't think I've said that since I came back, but I have the feeling you needed to hear that. Even though I know these words won't change much. But I meant what I said earlier. I promise I will be honest with you if that's any-"
"Fuck your promises. You promised once to love me and stay by my side for better or for worse and only two years after making that promise you broke me. Your wedding vows were worth jack shit, so was our marriage. So no, Sakura, I don't believe you. I don't trust you. I don't love you." Sasuke turned around to glare at her with ice-cold eyes. It surprised him a bit to see she looked actually hurt.
What surprised him even more were the words that came out of her mouth then.
"But I love you."
Sasuke didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what to think; his mind went blank at hearing those four words. He wasn't sure whether he should feel happy at hearing her confession or angry because it might just be another lie. He kept staring at her with a blank expression.
"I loved you back then and I haven't stopped loving you to this day. And if shouldering all your anger and hate by myself is the only way to prove my loyalty to you I will gladly do it. But don't you ever say our marriage was worthless. Don't you dare drag the best three years of my life through the dirt. You can come at me with all you've got, God knows I deserve it. But I will not listen to you say our marriage meant nothing, when it meant the world to me."
Sasuke watched a single tear roll down her cheek before she spun around, walked to her bedroom and slammed the doors shut.
As he stood there, frozen on the spot, he let his gaze wander through the foyer of her suite. Sasuke looked at her black cocktail dress that he had unzipped just a few minutes ago. He eyed the shards of the glass he had thrown against the wall in a jealousy induced rage. What the actual fuck just happened?
They went from playful teasing, to bickering, to sexual innuendos all the way to a full-blown fight in a matter of seconds. Not to mention her confession, which had completely thrown Sasuke off the track.
Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out an exhausted sigh, he made his way towards the entry door of her suite. Sasuke tried to push away all those confusing and doubtful thoughts that plagued his mind and went straight for the bar of the hotel.
I need a drink before dealing with this shit.
Post Scriptum: Woop woop, I'm back, bitches! This chapter took a turn I didn't intend for it to take; I wasn't planning on making Sakura confess so soon, but I'm just gonna roll with it. I actually like it better this way, her confession will allow me to incorporate aspects in the following chapters that I was planning on mentioning later on, but now I think they make more sense at this point of the story. I really hope you guys like it.
Post post scriptum: Sasuke is watching Sakura like a hawk - you see what I did there? :P