argh, i re-wrote this about a hundred times before I was semi satisfied with what I wrote.
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title: i'll keep you close
summary: He'd always known that she would be different, that she wold be the one he needed
day twenty-nine: tattoo
Haruno Sakura.
She has been the one and only woman who has managed to capture his attention and keep it. No other woman has managed to keep him steady, to make him commit, but this woman─this loud, and incredibly annoying woman has managed it.
He watches her carefully out of the corner of his eye.
She's sleeping soundlessly, her chest rising and falling with every intake of air. The wrinkled, and messy white sheets that cover her otherwise naked body, shift slightly when she shifts.
He lays back, thinking of how he enjoys running his hands down every single ich of her. The one woman who he's never gotten tired of kissing, or touching, the one woman who he'd love to wake up to every morning like this.
He shifts, moving to his side as he takes her in. Her head is turned to him, cheek pressed against her pillow, her mouth is slightly parted, and he can hear her intakes of air.
He runs a hand down the side of her body, and smirks.
She's something else, and he had known that ever since he met her two years ago. She had been the first to not flaunt herself at him. In fact, the stubborn woman had claimed that he was nothing short of arrogant, with a few missing brain cells, not to mention that she'd never be interested.
And when he had leaned down to capture her lips, you know, prove her wrong, she had snarled and swung her right fist at him. It had connected with his jaw, and the pain that came with it had been so unbearable.
That's when he had decided this woman was one he had to have─she needed to be his, in every sense of the word.
So he would show up, with flowers, with anything he knew she'd like. At first, she had been reluctant, claiming she'd rather not end up on a magazine as Uchiha Sasuke's brand new 'whore'. But after a while, he began to tear down those steel walls she had kept up.
And before he knew it she accepted an invitation to dinner.
One date turned into two, and then six, and before he knew it he was officially dating the pink-haired doctor. Then as time went on they began taking even bigger steps together, moving in had been the biggest one to date.
And he wanted to purpose soon, soon meaning at his family's dinner party next week.
He wanted to marry her because this woman had made herself become a necessity in his life. She had become the air he breathes. Almost like a tattoo that he knew would never come off, she was their, like the air, she was engraved into him.
He wanted to keep her with him forever.
He runs his hand through her messy locks, watching as her face scrunches up before she opens her eyes slightly. Her green eyes move about, before they land on him, and he watches as they snap open, a pretty pink blush forming on her cheeks.
"Sasuke-kun."
"Hn."
She yawns softly, before her smiling brightly at him, "you're up early."
"Aa."
"Were you thinking about something?"
"Hn."
"About what?" she giggles, pulling the sheet tighter against her.
He doesn't respond, merely looks into her green eyes. This woman, this woman, who's become everything in his life. He will marry her, no matter what gets thrown in his way, he'll marry her, he'll keep her engraved into his skin as if she was a tattoo.
He'll keep her with him at all costs, because he loves her.
"Nothing," he finally says cooly.
"Hmph, you're no fun," she pouts.
He smirks before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to him. She squeaks out in surprise before she begins to giggle. He rolls his eyes playfully and places his chin on top of her head.
"I love you, Sasuke-kun," she whispers.
He kisses the top of her head, not needing to say the words because she knows his feelings well, she knows him well.
"Aa."