title: 7:31
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ! 2012
rating: T-M

summary: o25: Sakura can't wake Sasuke up.

REVISED 6.30.14

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Ice

"Holy shit, Naruto, he's not waking up!" Sakura screamed as she panicked through the phone. "Sasuke-kun, he's…he's cold as ice. Naruto, I'm scared," she cried softly as she heard him say, "I'll be right there."

It was only less than a month that Naruto had brought Sasuke back, although Sasuke was unwilling.

Through those days, she tried to forgive Sasuke for everything (although it seemed impossible) and told him that she missed him and still loved him.

He responded with only "hns" and "annoying," which struck a hole in her heart.

But at night, one day, when he knocked on her apartment door, she opened it, wondering what he was doing at this hour.

She was greeted with a harsh kiss and his hands traveling all over her body, struggling to get her clothes off.

"Mm—Sasuke-kun! What are you doing—" she screamed, trying to push him off. She felt him soften against her.

"I'm not trying to rape you," he murmured. "In fact, quite the opposite."

"What opposite?" she asked, holding herself close to her.

"I want to make love to you."

He said these words with such sincerity that Sakura couldn't believe if it was truly Sasuke or not.

"Stop it," she said. "Get out. It's not funny."

He put a hand on her shoulder and she looked into those eyes that she knew so well.

"Sakura." He put his arms around her. "I want you to help me restore my clan."

She felt a little hurt if that was his only reason for wanting to "make love" to her. "Is that it?" she asked. "Just so you can continue on the line?"

Sasuke didn't say anything. He simply kissed her again, and she felt his heat on her stomach.

"I don't want to," she said. "I'm not going to be your whore."

"You're not a whore," he said. "You're Sakura."

"You're going to try and kill me again, aren't you?" she asked, suspiciously. "I can't trust you."

"You don't have to," he said. He put his hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead and her nose. "Just relax and let me do all the work."

He carried her to her bedroom and put her down, taking off his clothes and his pants. She stared at him as he was in front of her, naked.

"Do you need help?" he asked, motioning to her outfit.

She growled, taking off her shirt and skirt herself. "I'm fine."

"Hn."

He was then on top of her again, his lips on her bare skin. The places where he touched felt hot, and even though she knew she shouldn't succumb to his needs (or hers!) she couldn't help but fall into his arms.

"You're soaked," he said with such precision that she blushed, feeling his fingers press against her core.

Sasuke positioned himself at her entrance and entered her slowly. Sakura closed her eyes, waiting for the rough thrust he would make, but it never came. Instead, she felt herself being accustomed to him and couldn't hold back her moan.

"You feel amazing."

He moved faster against her, his hands on her hips, rocking her. She put her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle the noises coming out.

Sasuke took her hand off. "I like hearing you cry out like that." He moved faster against her, increasing her moans, and finally, he began to pump into her so hard that she screamed—not in pain, but in pleasure.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No," she said breathlessly. "Keep going."

He continued his pace, gritting his teeth. Sasuke knew that he was going to cum soon.

But when he saw Sakura's red face and her soft smile, he lost it.

Spilling himself in her, he pulled out, panting as though he had just been through a rigorous training exercise.

"Come here," she said, pulling him down. He lied down next to her and she took him in her arms.

"Can I forgive you?" she asked. "I don't know the answer to that. But I can try."

Sasuke felt the ends of Sakura's hair and whispered, "You know, I've only liked girls with short hair. Especially if it's pink."

Sakura didn't say anything. She closed her eyes and felt the warm stickiness between her thighs, ignoring his comment about her hair.

He, too, fell asleep next to her.

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"He's not waking up!" Sakura cried. "Naruto!"

Naruto rushed over to her apartment, looking at the color of Sasuke's face. He was paler than usual, almost ghost pale, and he wasn't breathing. There were no signs of any struggle or anything, and he knew Sakura wasn't capable of killing him. He thought back to last time.

"He's ice cold," Naruto said, feeling his friend's palm. "Sakura-chan, what happened?"

"I…" she began, leaving out the details of sleeping with Sasuke. "And he was tired, so I let him spend the night here, and…" she began to cry. "Naruto…"

Naruto took her into his arms. "I'm so sorry, Sakura-chan."

They didn't hold funerals for traitors, but Team 7 made sure that he was given a proper burial. Sakura looked down at his body, opened in the casket, and put a hand to her stomach, knowing that someday a baby would form.

"You let me in," she said, going over to his body and whispering in his ear. "You let your guard down and were vulnerable. I could kill you and leave no trace."

She stroked his hair, feeling his cold skin against her fingers.

"I still love you," she said. "But I can't forgive you. I had to stop you." She walked back to where the rest of the team was, and cried genuine tears.

Hail started to pour down from the sky.

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