Who's ready for another LEMON? I know I am. Guys, I just want to say that over the last few days in particular this story has gained a remarkable number of followers and is at almost 30,000 views. Holy Hanalore! Thank you, everyone, so much. You have no idea how much this means to me! Aside from that, a guest reviewer recently asked if Sarada was ever going to be featured in this story. I have no intention of writing her in, especially since when I started this story Sasu/Saku was not yet canon. But, anything can happen at this point. As always, read and review, but most of all ENJOY! Xo
It's a strange thing to have someone so infamous, renowned for their remorselessness to be humanized. But it strikes me as the ultimate form of tragedy as Sasuke is the only one who knows the truth first hand and yet how could people ever believe him given their predetermined perceptions of him? Itachi was sorry, regretful, remorseful for the pain he had caused his brother. Despite all he'd done I can see how much his apology actually meant to Sasuke. It could never undo the damage he'd caused but at least for a moment, Sasuke was no longer alone. My heart continues to swell and break for this man. In this moment, I want nothing more than to take his pain away. I'm so invested in him that it's a struggle for me to imagine feeling this way for anyone else. As much as I tell myself that this protectiveness I feel for Sasuke is merely because of our friendship, I know in my heart it's a lie.
I slide my hands around his neck and up to cup his face. He pulls away to look at me and I can see a faint watering in his eyes. He is broken but not beyond repair. If only Tsunade and her council could see that.
"Come on, we should try and get some sleep," I let my hands drop to his chest. He nods and doesn't question where or how. Sasuke follows me upstairs into my bedroom. I slip onto one side of the bed and Sasuke slides wordlessly onto the other. We don't touch and his back faces me, but I don't mind; it's nice having him this close.
"Good night," he murmurs.
"Good night, Sasuke," I shut my eyes and fall asleep.
Sakura can look so tranquil in sleep with her slight frame curled in on herself, her mouth turned up ever so slightly as if she's dreaming peacefully. And then, come morning, she manages to fling herself half off the bed. The sheets cover only her midriff where the shirt has ridden up. An arm is slung carelessly over her eyes to protect her from any light streaming in. Yet she still manages to look content.
I reach out for her leg that hangs from the side of the mattress and gently pull it back onto the bed. Sakura shifts in her sleep to turn onto her side, causing the cover to fall off her. I take the comforter and stretch it over her body, pulling it up to her shoulders. My hand rests there for a moment before I pull it away for fear that I'll touch her more.
Kakashi just so happens to be waiting for me when I exit her bedroom. I wish he had his mask on so that it would hide the hideously smug look on his face.
"That didn't take long."
"Nothing happened," I say, defensive. Kakashi's smile only grows and I realize how much worse that can sound.
"I won't say anything else on the matter," He pulls his mask up, "I was thinking we'd go outside and spar today."
"I doubt the guards will let that happen," I cross my arms over my chest.
"Don't worry about them, or do you no longer think you can beat an old man with only one eye open?"
When I wake, the other side of the bed is empty, but I don't know what else I was expecting. Sasuke must have left as soon as he woke up. I pull myself out of the bed and pad over to the bathroom to change into my old clothes; I'm starting to smell myself on these pajamas.
As I head downstairs I note that there's no sign of Sasuke or Kakashi. The guards crowd around the entrance to the backyard and I find myself having to push through them. On the other side, Kakashi and Sasuke are locked in combat. Kakashi's arms swing out rapidly and though Sasuke is able to block him with each attack, the strain it causes him is evident. Suddenly, Kakashi retreats a step and thrusts his foot out making contact with Sasuke's stomach. Sasuke is sent flat on his back. I wince, knowing that can't be good for his still healing wound. What was Kakashi thinking? I rush over to Sasuke and he looks none too pleased to be in that position. Kneeling beside him, I start to lift his shirt, but he stops me.
"No," is all he says.
"Sasuke, don't be stubborn, I have to make sure it's okay. Let me heal you," I glower at him, but he shakes his head as he sits up.
"I don't want you to. It's been too long since I've trained and there's no point if I don't endure the bruises."
"Sasuke," I exhale with exasperation, but smile despite it, "Just try and take it easy, okay?"
"Maybe I should be fighting you, then?" Sasuke smirks, trying to get a rise out of me.
"You know I can kick your ass," I say matter of factly, recalling how his daring escape ended when we first arrived here.
"She will," Kakashi affirms as he steps toward us.
"We'll see about that," Sasuke stands and holds his hand out for me. Defiant, I help myself up.
"All right, fine."
Sakura looks fierce as she stands on the other side of my backyard, cracking her knuckles. An unnerving calm settles over her before she charges me without warning. She seems weightless as she parries my punches and executes high kicks. Her precision and speed has me breaking a sweat in seconds. And just when I think I've finally got her, she catches my fist and and shoves her other hand hard against my chest. I feel the controlled amount of chakra she channeled through her arm; it's a remarkable display of power. She knocks me on my back, but I refuse to stay down. She smirks and returns to her starting stance when I pull myself up.
This time, she waits for me to launch an assault. I take a moment to watch her. She seems to leave her left flank open when practicing high kicks. I come at her with swift strikes, aiming closer to her waist to try and provoke her attack. Finally she raises her left leg. I block it with my right forearm then slam my open palm into her stomach. It doesn't carry as much power as I would like, but that's what happens when I haven't trained in months. Still, I manage to send her flying a few feet back.
Sakura is up in a matter of seconds though. She appears unfazed whereas my technique is already suffering from this exhaustion. The way she runs at me makes me think she might just tackle me, but then she ducks beneath the arm I put up to block her, swiping her leg to kick mine out from under me. As I land on my back, the dirt and rough grass digging in to me, Sakura appears in my line of vision as does the pressure of her straddling my waist. I suppress a groan; she's doing more than just pinning an opponent.
"I won't say I told you so," she grins, leaning closer to whisper, "Especially with everyone watching."
A quick glance to my right confirms that all the guards are still avidly attentive to this spectacle.
"Nobody likes a sore winner," I tease. She shifts her weight purposefully and from the look on her face, I know I'm not the only one who feels my response.
"Come join me in my bathroom in five minutes," she says with the most polite smile, any onlookers might think we were discussing lunch. She steps off me, wiping the perspiration from her brow before stepping through the crowd to disappear inside. I sit up and rake a hand down my face, pausing over my mouth as a foreign smile threatens to appear. Is there anything Sakura can't do?
"I like to think that I taught her most of that," Kakashi stuffs his hands in his pockets, "But there are certain things that even the Hokage didn't teach her."
I shut and lock the door when I enter Sakura's bedroom because I want no chance of any interruptions. I have every intention of savoring this time with her. She's left the bathroom door unlocked. When I slip inside, the heat and steam from the shower hits me instantly. Sakura stands against the wall, her back to me as the water slides down her naked skin. I shed myself of the now claustrophobic clothing and join her. She turns to face me, biting her lip in what I perceive is anticipation. Then she wraps her arms around my neck and reaches up to kiss me. Her fingers weave themselves in my hair and she pulls away, laughing. I give her a confused look and she holds up a clump of grass. I reach behind me into my hair and pull out more.
"Let me," she giggles and makes me sit down on the wet floor. She takes the retractable shower head and kneels between my legs. She runs the water over my hair while her fingers weed through the strands, rinsing out dirt and pulling out grass. All the while she smiles humorously. Suddenly, I reach out for her, fastening my arms around her waist and lean up to kiss her again. She responds with greed, her tongue demanding as it slides over mine. We pause for a breath and she promises, "I'm almost done."
She reaches for the shampoo, still contained in my hold. Sakura squirts some onto the top of my hair and drops the shower head. I close my eyes because I know what's coming next. I feel her fingers kneading the shampoo through my hair in the gentle manner I'm coming to recognize. I never thought I could take so much pleasure in something so simple.
"How did you get so good at this?"
She gives a small, flippant laugh.
"When I had just started learning under Tsunade, she had me follow some of the nurses around the hospital. Among other things, I was taught how to properly bathe a patient who was in some way too incapacitated to do so themselves. I had a lot of old ladies and injured soldiers tell me I was being too rough before I finally found a technique that worked."
I laugh and open my eyes to see a nostalgic smile on her face. She takes up the nozzle and rinses out the shampoo, her gaze stuck on mine. Kakashi was right, she's very beautiful, but I knew that already. Reaching behind me, I shut off the water and, seeming to understand my intent, Sakura drops the shower head. She moves to sit astride me, the heat and wetness of her opening pressing against my dick in an enticing invitation. She lifts her hips just slightly to slide my tip in. As soon as I feel her walls slip over me, my hands tighten on her waist. She links her fingers at the nap of my neck when she sinks the rest of the way down, giving a keen cry.
All the women I've ever been with, means to an end for this baser instinct, have never felt this good. It isn't just good, it is sublime, magnificent and every other variation of the word.
"Sakura," I breathe, pressing my lips to her collarbone where I let my teeth dig in softly. She moans and it seems to spur her into action as she starts a steady rhythm of inclining and descending. I buck my hips up, chasing after her because all I want to do is stay embedded within her. A thought comes to mind so I continue biting and sucking on that same spot of soft skin.
"Sasuke-kun," she gasps, gripping me tighter, but she doesn't falter in her pattern. In fact, she seems to quicken her pace. She leans back slightly to allow me to reach deeper, but I don't let my mouth leave her. I move one hand between us as she starts to tighten around me; she must have been just as desperate for release as I was to already be so close. I tease around her clit at first, causing her to thrust her hips forward harder.
"Patience, Sakura," I taunt, still denying her the pleasurable pressure she seeks. Her fingers dig in to my back as she closes her eyes briefly, focusing on moving faster atop me. I can feel myself twitch and everything tightens, but I try to stave it off. I'm not ready to be finished with her.
"Sasuke-kun, please," her eyes open with that scintillating plea and I don't think I've ever been so affected by a single look before in my life. Her vast jade eyes shimmer as she nears the brink of her orgasm, imploring me to come with her, to follow her off this cliff. Entranced, I apply my thumb against her little bundle of nerves and press in small, rapid circles around it. She seizes in my arms, giving a long, low, and unfortunately subdued cry while her walls squeeze my release from me with a clipped groan.
She rolls her hips slowly, riding out the aftershocks as I relax my thumb against her. Finally, she stills, closing her eyes and resting her head against my shoulder. I feel Sakura breathe deeply as one hand slides down my chest, stopping at my abdomen. I'm still buried to the hilt inside her, but I don't mind and it seems like she doesn't either. I return my arm to her waist, pulling her flush against me. Sakura's chest heaves softly against mine as she continues to recover. I'm glad I'm not the only one left breathless by these encounters.
"Sasuke," I don't want her to speak because I know what she's going to say and I have no desire whatsoever to move in the immediate future. I cup her face in my hand and bring her lips to mine. She doesn't protest and I get the distinct feeling that she doesn't want to budge either, but she knows that in this situation she's the voice of reason. That's why she pulls away, but she doesn't say anything more, simply removes herself from my grasp and comes to stand. I can't help but notice the obscene mixture that streams down her thighs. She observes it, too and reaches to turn the shower back on.
"Let me," I say. She seems a little surprised by my offer, but gives me a sly smirk.
"Alright," Sakura switches the water on to an acceptable heat and I pick up the shower head, replacing it above us. She watches me avidly, cheeks flushed, as I grab a washcloth and wet it under the shower head. Wordlessly, she parts her legs for me. I start at her right thigh, caressing her skin gently with the soft material, wiping away our cum. Her legs tremble and she leans against the wall for support. She chews her lip and I get the sudden urge to bite it myself. Moving the washcloth, I skip over her slick pussy and she takes in a sharp breath when I connect with her other leg. I can't help but smirk, she's already eager for another release. Making quick work, I clean her left thigh and brush ever so lightly over her slippery opening. She gasps and juts her hips out demanding more pressure, but I pull my hand back, "Sasuke-kun, please."
There it is, that silly honorific. What was once a nuisance has now become a staple of my arousal, that and her damned hair pulling. I swipe the cloth gently along her slit and she utters a soft moan. This woman will be the end of me. As much as I like to think that I'm the one in control here, she has me wrapped around her delicate fingers. I shuck the cloth away and push a finger into her. She gasps at the invasion and grips my forearms as her knees buckle. I want her to feel the same helplessness I do when I'm around her. I want her to feel the same bottomless longing that I do. Slipping another finger inside her, I start fucking her roughly, gliding easily in and out with how wet she still is.
Her nails dig into my skin almost painfully as she cries her enjoyment. Sakura's whole body quivers and she almost slips along the damp tiles. I support her by stepping a knee between her legs and pressing my body into hers. She peers up at me through half-lidded eyes marred by lust. She's so beautiful. Sakura's hands slide up my arms to pull me closer. Her head tilts up and she catches my mouth with hers. She's intoxicating, I think, as I hasten the stride of my fingers and curl my knuckles, rubbing against a hidden spot on her upper wall that makes her arc up. An escalated whimper passes between us and I wonder once more, like I did just before she found me in the kitchen last night: what would have happened if I hadn't left Konoha?