title: Stories of Us
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH 2013
rating: T-M
summary: o14: The first place where they met means the world to them because of the moments they shared there. But even though the place is gone, the memories stay. And that's enough.
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Our First Place
"Hey. You're sitting in my spot."
It was a grassy hill covered in rows of flowers and bits of nature, with a large plum blossom tree providing a great area of shade.
Sakura looked up through her sleepy eyes at the businessman standing in front of her, wearing an expensive suit. He folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently against the grass.
"Mm?" Sakura asked, her head resting on the bark of the tree. "What spot?"
"That's my spot," the man said, his voice deep and fierce.
Sakura turned to observe the tree thoroughly. "I don't see your name on it."
The man waved his arm around in a half-circle. "I own the whole park. This area is owned by Uchiha Corp, and this spot," he continued. "Is dedicated to me. Uchiha Sasuke."
"…Prove it," Sakura said. She refused to get up just because some bully told her to do so.
Sasuke was frustrated. He knew that he could have any spot he wanted right now, but all he wanted was the spot that she was sitting in.
"See that plaque?" Sasuke asked, pointing to a stone tablet nailed deep into the ground. "Read it."
"You read it for me," Sakura said. "I'm too tired to get up."
Sasuke almost growled. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm sleepy." Sakura yawned, stretching her arms out. "If you'd like, you can sit next to me and join me for an afternoon nap."
"What the—I'm not going to sleep with you! I just want my favorite spot back."
She hadn't heard him. Her eyes were closed, and her head lolled back as she snored softly.
Sasuke wasn't sure what to do. Should he let her win this round, or do something about it?
He decided to do the latter.
Rolling up his sleeves to his forearms, he lifted up the girl with ease—he was surprised by how light she was and nearly toppled over, expecting her to be heavier—and moved her on the other side of the tree. She hadn't budged in her sleep, and after the deed was done, Sasuke relaxed against the tree where she had just fallen asleep and sighed in pleasure.
Today was a good day.
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Unfortunately for him, that pleasure didn't last long. The next day he went to go to his place of recluse only to see her sitting there again, reading a book.
"It's you," Sakura said. "Mr. Uchiha Sasuke of Uchiha Corp."
"You've heard of us, then?" Sasuke asked, hoping she'd have some idea how powerful and famous he really was.
Sakura shook her head. "No. You just told me yesterday. And thanks for moving me," she said with a teasing sarcasm. "The sun was getting in my eyes."
"Hn."
"I'm Sakura. You're welcome to sit down next to me. Or will your million dollar suit get grass stains?" she seethed.
"For your information," Sasuke retorted. "This is a custom-made Armani suit, which cost four thousand dollars. More than you make in a month."
Sakura winced. "Ouch. That was a low hit." She put down her book, which he noted was a clearly worn-out copy of Catcher in the Rye. "Forget about sitting down next to me. Holden's sitting here."
Sasuke rolled his eyes at her childish behavior. "Move over." He rolled up his sleeves again and pocketed the book. As Sakura protested and moved to retrieve her precious Holden Caulfield, Sasuke smirked as he sat down gracefully under his favorite spot.
However, he couldn't help but notice how good it smelled—a feminine smell that had never been there before Sakura.
"You dirty little rascal," Sakura said, shaking her head. "You win this time."
"Hn."
Today was a day for relaxing.
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The next few weeks was a back and forth of the two having childish arguments about whose seat it was, and usually, Sakura got there before Sasuke because to him, she was "an unemployed hipster who has nothing better to do but read about whiny teenagers just like herself."
And then, one day, Sasuke decided he'd had enough.
"Fine," he said. "You win. Alright?"
Sakura hadn't moved her face, but her eyes darted up from her new book: a love story, from what he could tell.
"Mm?" Sakura asked.
"I refuse to engage in such childish behaviors with you. It's yours. Why not just tear my plaque down and engrave your name. How about that?"
"Listen," Sakura said, standing up. She remained in the same spot because she felt that Sasuke was tricking her. "If you're so caught up about it, you could just ask me politely. I don't bite. Much. And plus, all you've done is treat me like crap so far. If you had been kinder to me, I'd gladly let you share or even use it for some time."
Sasuke paused, noting how in fact he was the kid in this situation.
"I'll just find a new spot." Sakura began to pack her things and leave until Sasuke called out her name and reached for her wrist to grip it tight.
"Wait, Sakura," he said. He saw how she froze against his touch and wondered if he was holding her too tight. His fingers loosened around her skin and she turned to look back at him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I was wrong."
Sasuke expected Sakura to slap him with the book or just walk away, but she smiled.
"You're a good guy, Sasuke. Take a seat with me, won't you? I want to read you one of my favorite pieces from this book." She took his hand in her own—and he noted how smooth her skin was, and how fragile and dainty and tiny her hand was in his—and led them to their spot. Sakura began to read.
"In this moment, Yuriko looked at her lover's eyes with such care…"
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Spring was approaching summer, and every day after work Sasuke would come to his area of the park and find Sakura there, either with a new book or some music she was listening to. And every time she would either read him a passage or share her earbuds with him.
It was a nice connection, Sasuke mused, sharing some time alone with a beautiful and friendly stranger. Although he didn't know too much about Sakura, like whom her family was and what grades she got in school, he knew her favorite books, music, colors, dreams, and fantasies. And to him, that was enough.
They were currently listening to a sweet, slow song that was perfect for dancing under the moon. Sakura hummed along quietly, so as not to disturb Sasuke's listening experience, and Sasuke let the music flow through his ears.
"Let me see you, love," Sakura sang softly. "So I can kiss you, touch you, love you…always, and not just tonight."
At that moment, Sasuke couldn't explain what came over him. He ripped the earbud out of his ear and kissed Sakura, his lips against hers in a heated lock. Sakura was surprised and didn't know what to do until Sasuke pulled apart and admired her swollen lips.
"I'm sorry," he muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't have—"
He was silenced again, only to have Sakura's lips on top of his.
"I like you," she breathed. "So it's okay."
Sasuke looked back at her smiling face that shone with innocence.
Sakura continued. "Anything's okay when I'm with you."
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Although they never formally admitted it, both Sasuke and Sakura considered each other to be boyfriend and girlfriend, respectively. He took her out on dates that didn't involve the plum blossom tree and even introduced her to his family and the rest of Uchiha Corp, although they both left out details on how exactly they met each other.
"Coffee shop," he said.
"Bookstore," she added, although they realized that they never quite agreed on a story that they could both stick with.
It didn't matter anyway. Although the pink hair put Sasuke's parents off slightly, Mikoto came to love and enjoy her son's choice for a girlfriend and Fugaku even put aside his feelings of odd, quirky girls to embrace Sakura.
"So," Mikoto said, nudging Sasuke playfully. "When are you going to ask her to be your wife?"
Sakura immediately blushed, and Sasuke's cheeks reddened slightly as well.
"Mom," he said. "We've only met."
Sasuke's arm around Sakura tightened and she put her hand on his chest to bring herself closer to him. Mikoto shrugged and let go of the topic for a while, but Sasuke was embarrassed. Although they only knew each other for about four months, he was in love with her and just didn't know if she felt the same way.
"Don't worry about it," he said, kissing Sakura's forehead. "She'll forget all about it."
Maybe I don't want to, Sakura thought as she hugged Sasuke.
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It was mid-November, and although the couple was still going strong and meeting each other under the plum blossom tree, Sasuke had a confession to make.
"Sakura," he said, his voice grave as he walked over to his couch that she was sitting on. "Can I talk to you?"
Sakura put down the book she was reading. "Of course," she said. "Sasuke-kun, what's wrong?"
Sasuke shook his head, sighing. "Uchiha Corp is going to tear down the park. They're going to replace our first place with some buildings." He gripped Sakura's hands tight. "I tried to convince them to keep it, but the committee all voted against me. There's nothing I can do."
He saw Sakura's eyes well up with tears, but she sniffed and tried to wipe them away.
"When is it going to go?"
"In a week," he said. He embraced Sakura, who finally let the tears fall onto his shoulder. "Sakura, I'm sorry."
She pulled apart, sniffing. "Come with me."
"With you where? It's nearly midnight," Sasuke said.
Sakura pushed him away from her and grabbed her coat. "Please," she begged.
He saw how desperate she was for him to follow her and sighed. Putting on his overcoat and packing both of them scarves, he followed her out his house and to wherever she was going.
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"Why are we here?" Sasuke asked as he felt flurries of snow sprinkle onto his nose. The plum tree was dark and barren except for one measly flower over them, and Sakura leaned against the bark, letting out a sigh.
"This place has a lot of memories for me," she said. "I sat here every day by myself. And with you." She slid down the trunk and onto the grass, where Sasuke sat next to her. She leaned her head against his shoulder and he pushed a lock of hair away.
He felt Sakura breathe on his cheek when her hand started to trail down his shoulders and onto his groin. She paused there for a second before using her hand to unbuckle his belt.
"Sakura." Sasuke pulled apart from her. "What are you doing?"
"I want to make love," she said softly. "I've never known what sex feels like, but all I know is that I want it with you."
Sasuke gripped the sides of her shoulders. "Sakura, don't say things that you'll regret. The cold is making you delusional. Let's go back home."
"No," she said firmly. "I'm not leaving until we fuck here."
"Don't say that," he said angrily. "I'd never fuck you."
"Then prove it!" she said, raising her voice.
Prove it, her voice echoed in his ears the first time they met.
"I don't have to prove anything to you," he said. "I love you. You should know that."
Her eyes widened when she heard his spoken confession, and she immediately quieted down.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to pressure you. But I want it. I've been craving it for months ever since we had our first kiss here."
Sasuke saw how upset Sakura was at the fact that their beloved place would be torn down, and he understood that she wanted to have one more last time under the tree before it was gone.
"I've never been with a virgin," he said softly. "And I haven't had sex in a while, so I don't know how rusty I'll be."
Sakura's hand stroked his cheek. "It doesn't matter when you're with me," she said, pressing her lips to his. "Anything's okay when I'm with you."
That set him off. Sasuke kissed her passionately, his lips heating her whole body in one motion. He undid the buttons of his coat and set them down on the cold grass so that she wouldn't have to lie on something hard and frozen, and her touch immediately made up for his numbness by spreading fire throughout his veins.
His lips moved down to her neck, then to the top of her breasts, and he cupped her bosom through her clothes, his finger tracing over her hardened nipple.
"Please," Sakura begged. "I can't wait any longer." Her voice oozed with carnal desire and Sasuke couldn't take it anymore. He unzipped his pants and quickly tugged off her skirt and panties and plunged into her harder than he would have liked.
Sakura cried out before biting her lip to cease the noise when he left her and held her.
"Shit, I'm sorry," he muttered. "Are you hurt?"
"Again," she choked out. "I want more."
"I can't do it if you're going to scream like that—"
"Please," she repeated. She showed how much she wanted him by leading his length back towards her, and seeing the seriousness in her eyes, entered her again, this time more gentle.
They were steady, rhythmic thrusts. Sakura was used to his tempo and her body had accepted Sasuke after a short while, until she began to feel her back arch and Sasuke's beat quicken.
His fingers dug into her hips and he growled in pleasure.
"Sakura," he moaned. "You're gonna cum with me."
She didn't know what he meant until she felt herself spill all over Sasuke's manhood. His fingers released themselves from her hips and brought her close to him, covering her nakedness with his coat.
As they panted together, Sasuke kissed her forehead. "I love you so much," he whispered.
Sakura was about to say something when she felt something in her hair. Sasuke pulled it out and looked at it before looking back up at the tree.
"The last flower," he said.
"Our last time here." She placed the flower into Sasuke's coat pocket.
They sat there in silence, Sakura seated on Sasuke's lap and her head on his shoulder.
"Please hold me," she asked. He held her tight with no intention of letting go.
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They were still together a year later, only this time, Sakura had an engagement ring around her finger and Sasuke had a secret tattoo of her name somewhere on his body that was meant for her eyes only.
The part of the park dedicated to Sasuke had been demolished and replaced, but the flower that had fallen on them the night they made love was still with them, although wilted.
Holding hands, they walked over to see that a tea shop had been placed on the property, and that empty tables showed that there had been customers at least an hour ago. Sasuke felt Sakura tense up and he squeezed her hand for comfort.
"Your plaque is still there," Sakura noted, pointing to a spot where the grass didn't grow. They walked over to it and read it out loud.
Dedicated to Uchiha Sasuke
February 16th, 2012
"It's for you, too," he added. "You'll be my wife. We share everything."
"Sasuke-kun…"
He brought her to him and kissed her. "We've had good times here. I met you at this place. We shared books and music and kisses in this spot. We made love here. I'll forget other things when I'm older, but I'll never forget our first place. I fell in love here." He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I hope I can say the same for you."
Tears rushed to Sakura's eyes as she flung her arms around Sasuke. Words didn't come out of her mouth, but he knew what she meant.
There was no more tree where they could sit and read together, or listen to music made for dancing, or share secret, flirty kisses, or make sweet love. But there were memories.
And that, to Sasuke, was good enough.
MAN this was long...lol. I had such a good idea for it and then when I went to write it I was like THIS ISNT ANYTHING I THOUGHT IT WOULD TURN OUT TO BE UGH.
sappiness ftw
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