Sakura grabbed her pack, stood up and turned to walk out the door, running into a wall of black fabric that smelled of
the forest and rain. Sasuke's arm was quickly around her, nuzzling her hair and taking in her scent.
"Hime", he smiled.
Speechless and feeling calm in his embrace, she let out a soft breath and relaxed into him.
He whispered into her hair,"Where were you going? Can I come with you?"
Oh how she would love to just sit here and wallow in the sweetness he seemed in the
mood to give her.
"There was some trouble with Haoki today. I was going to see if I could help."
He nudged her head up and gave her a long, sweet kiss that made her heart ache, then pulled back.
"Let's go then", he said, turning to the door.
Sakura was astonished. Since his return he had not even spoken her boy's name.
She knew what he was thinking. His eyes said it: I want to try. I'm sorry.
She nodded and they began making their way to Kakashi's flat.
On the way, he asked her,"What's the trouble?"
"Kakashi found a girl in his bedroom this morning."
"Already?"
She nodded.
He shrugged, "Is there more?" It didn't seem like much of an emergency to him.
"Well, he wants to marry her."
That was something."Who is she?"
"One of Shin's clones."
Sasuke stopped walking and faced her,"He made women? Do they have the Sharingan?"
"He did, but they're hybrids. You need a female donor to clone a female. They could be implanted with Sharingan, but
they aren't born with them."
Sasuke walked in silence for a while, then, "Who was the donor Sakura?"
"Konan."
He doubted that was consensual. They likely took her body post mortem and used it this way.
They were here.
As Sakura went to knock on the door it opened, revealing a well muscled boy wearing an Anbu wolf mask.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, placing a protective arm around Sakura's midsection.
Haoki's eyes flicked to it, wondering if Sasuke knew his mother was pregnant, if that knowledge would make him hostile
or friendly.
"I was just leaving, my shift starts soon."
Sasuke blinked in disbelief, "You're Anbu now?"
"For two years", replied Haoki dryly.
The arm dropped from his mother's stomach and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"How's your father?", Sakura asked.
"Passed out. Try tomorrow."
He was being strange with her today. Maybe just embarrassed?
"O-Oh . OK, Haoki. We'll talk to him tomorrow."
He nodded and shut the door.
Sasuke noticed her confused expression, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just wishing I would've stayed wrapped up in your arms at home instead now."
The raven smirked, putting his arm around his wife.
"You're making me blush Sakura."
She looked up. It was true.
She wanted to run home and ravish him. Whatever had gotten into her husband, she loved it.
He had asked her once if she had tried to reach out to him while he was gone, to feel him. He had never been aware
when she did, nor had she known when he had done it. He really did want to open up to her, but he was scared. He'd
never tried to reach out when she was right next to him.
He was going to try it now.
He reached out to her from within.
The feeling so close to her was strong. His wife had a good case of the butterflies in her stomach, felt happiness, the
beginnings of desire.
He never had to wonder how she felt as long as he was close to her.
He was utterly thrilled.
He pulled her close and shunshinned them to the bedroom in their apartment.
Sakura wasn't expecting it, "Why Sasuke?"
He looked in her eyes and said , "I wanted a kiss", promptly giving her one.
She smiled at him once it ended,"You want more than that."
"Not just yet, Sakura. Lay down with me."
"I thought that was your favorite way to surprise me Sasuke-kun."
He smiled broadly. It certainly was. Grabbing her and having his way was one of his favorite things. Watching her body
catch fire inside with minimal prompting, seeing and feeling her wind up inside at his approach and the slightest touch,
like part of her lived to receive him, was something he never tired of and found great joy in.
Right now though, he wanted time to love and touch her fully.
They undressed and held each other, his fingers caressing the petal soft skin of her back.
She wanted to touch him and tell him things she didn't, things he wanted to feel and hear.
He should have reached out to her long before now. So much was hidden.
He kissed her again, then whispered to her, keeping their lips close, " I could never get enough of kissing you Sakura.
Since the first time we were together till now."
Her heart responded with joy but he could feel her close up inside to him out of fear.
He was changing things too fast. She wanted it but was afraid too. He would have to leave it for later then. Start slow.
She wanted to run from her fear by giving him her body. Now.
She felt safe connecting to him this way. He would need to let her this time.
He turned her toward him, pulling a lovely leg over his hip and entered her slowly, refusing to move beyond the pace he
set despite her wanting for more.
He could feel she wanted him to fuck her roughly. She ached for it.
Knowing he had leverage now, he told her,"Beg me, Sakura."
He wanted her to speak the things he felt coming from her. Talk to me.
The flash of heat within her at his own words nearly pushed him to give her what she wanted, but his curiosity won out.
Would she tell him what she wanted? She always gave to him. He wanted to give to her.
"Do as I say Sakura. You want me to fuck you so hard it hurts. Beg me and I will." Let me in. Tell me.
She became so wet as he spoke to her, began to tremble for him. If she didn't say it soon, he would give in and do it.
Pleasure was shooting through her, and reaching out while he was inside her was letting him feel too much of it to resist.
He grasped her hair and bit her shoulder, giving one deep searching thrust and growling, "Now!"
That tipped her.
"Fuck me hard Sasuke! Please!"
He rolled her onto her back, pinned and humped her savagely, throwing his powerful body into each thrust.
She came twice in rapid succession, gushing over him the second time and wetting the bed.
He was losing himself in her, his mind nearly floating away as he tasted the heated skin of her neck,overwhelmed,
blissed out.
He needed to give some of this to her.
Please don't be afraid. Come closer to me.
"Reach for me Sakura. Reach out to me now."
She followed his command.
A look of rapturous shock was on her face,"Ah! Oh my God Sasuke!"
Some of the pressure relieved and he could breathe again . She was with him, in him.
He could feel her thoughts without words, knew she could feel his.
He poured out his affection and desire for her, telling her what his lips could never say, what he'd always wanted to.
Tears running down her face and gasping in ecstasy, she whimpered,"You love me."
"Yes, Sakura", he breathed, relieved to be known more than he ever had been.
He cried out in her arms as he released in her, amazed at the pleasure that ran through her as he did.
What a beautiful gift this was.
He pulled her against him, her back to his chest, listening as her breathing evened out and she fell into dreams.
It was just as well. What was there to say after an experience like that?
His hand slipped over her abdomen. So Kakashi wanted another baby. He was fairly certain he did not. This situation
with the clones was pissing him off. His daughter was the one, not any of them. Maybe if he had a son, he could be
betrothed to the women Haoki didn't take, and later their families could blend. He could ask Sakura about it later. Kabuto
would hate it, but for his sake he might go along. Sakura had told him the full clones were all sterile a while ago. Perhaps
when they died he could pull the clan heir card and retrieve their eyes, allowing the hybrids to have them.
He felt a strange vibration under his hand, drawing him from his thoughts.
Puzzled, he probed a little with his chakra.
His heart sank.
She was pregnant, his chakra not reacting with the child like it had with Sarada.
Kakashi had already done it, had known, well before he had asked.
Sakura didn't know or he would have felt it when their souls communed tonight.
Desperate, he kept leaking chakra over his fingers and into his wife's child, remembering to think happy thoughts and
hoping to distract himself with a response.
Holding a healthy silver haired child that smiled at him.
Staying and seeing everything unfold for it as it grew, being someone's spotless hero for once.
After an hour or more, just when he was about to give into despair for being left out once again, the child responded and
received his chakra, swirling together with his.
His heart skipped happily,"You will be mine too, little one. I won't leave again."