disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: eleni.
notes: let The Morning After jokes commence.
Title: regret you
summary: SasuSaku canon!drabbleseries. Well, at least the war is over.
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her sweet symmetry all shattered
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Sakura awoke to a dry-mouthed, foul-tasting hell, in a room that she'd never seen before. She very nearly sat up, before she realized that her head was pounding, and she was better off just not moving.
She flopped back down (and that hurt, too, but laying still hurt significantly less than trying to sit up), and curled into a small ball.
And that was when she realized that she wasn't exactly alone.
She rolled over, and looked at Sasuke.
Still-sleeping Sasuke.
There was something that was incredibly intimate about the whole moment, something that Sakura couldn't quite put her finger on.
Oh yeah, it was that Sasuke was beautiful, and she'd never thought that something like would happen.
But Sakura was so tired.
So tired.
And getting up would be a hassle that Sakura didn't want to deal with. Her head hurt, her clothes were… she didn't even know, and she was tired.
She would deal with Sasuke later.
(The repercussions didn't even occur to Sakura.
He was just Sasuke. What could happen, honestly?)
