Chapter 36: Their own language.

Sakura feels silly, like a stupid little girl, because…because it's almost like she's his bride as he steps over the threshold to her cove. In the back of her mind, she thinks of Sasuke poking her head when he left the village. If she closes her eyes tightly, and lets her cognizance stray, she can pretend that he asked her to be his girlfriend on that day.

And earlier, when he gave her that pebble still sitting in the pocket of her Capri pants, abandoned in the bathroom, that was his proposal. Sasuke was a simple man after all, and neither cared about trivial things like formalities or tradition or political correctness.

Now, it's their wedding night. (She almost giggles at her idiocy.)

Sakura remembers her mother embarrassingly explaining "the birds and the bees" to her. Things like "hymen" and "pain" and "giving yourself fully" in the name of love. It all confused her, and angered her a bit too. Somehow, she never pictured herself in white lace, even as a girl. She never pictured being quiet and compliant and cast upon a bed of freshly picked flowers as her veil fell to the floor.

Of course, she never pictured much until puberty, and at that time Sasuke Uchiha was all that was on her mind. It was almost impossible to think of him doing any more than…

Her face heats and she curses her lewd train of thought.

Darkness surrounds the two as they enter completely. The fan is on, though it's cold outside, and the chill makes her nude flesh bumpy. Sasuke turns away once setting her down, even though he cannot see properly. She appreciates the sentiment and chivalry as she pulls on the only pajama set in her dresser drawer—an oversized, fleece nightgown. The sleeves are long and the hem reaches her ankles. Sakura looks absolutely frumpy, and a bit too flushed.

It was respectable though.

Sasuke scratches the back of his head, waiting for her to say something to let him know she was dressed.

All she can think about in this intimate space with him is consummation. Maybe it was awful of her—wanting to be with him in this way, even though she could not ever fulfill him, or help with his dream of an Uchiha restoration. She remembers delving through his family history after weeks of begging Lady Tsunade.

Sakura had no idea how important his clan was. She came across ancient laws and traditions and rules—things like, how Uchiha's were always to be respected and held high. How the women could choose to battle regardless of their husbands wishes. How Uchiha's could wed in private with the clan elders permission, regardless of the Hokage's approval.

Of course Sasuke would want to carry on his lineage.

With slow, dainty steps, she comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his narrow waist. Sasuke turns with her still attached, a bit surprised at the bold affections. This girl had always been the hugging type, hadn't she?

He can't see much, which is annoying, but his hands find her cheeks out of muscle memory. The feel of her was mesmerizing and strangely wistful. As he brushes her flesh, and smooths down her wild locks, he thinks of Hojo. Her dumb, fake-acting, moron of a boyfriend, who pretends to be clumsy and touches her lower back and invites himself over under the guise of "good uncle" just to have a few more minutes with Sakura Haruno.

And yet, her boyfriend isn't here with her. Her boyfriend isn't cradling her face, blowing his hot outbreath over her face, kissing her like Sasuke does. And he wouldn't ever get to. This was something belonged to only them.

Sasuke's mouth was comforting, in the way that that his words could never be. Sakura understood that he wasn't expressive, and that his actions spoke louder than any string of sentences could. While he and Naruto could communicate with fist on fist, he and Sakura had their own language.

My, how they enjoyed to speak it.

His hand drifts do her hip, pulling her closer into his heat. Though the fabric of her gown was thick, she could feel all of Sasuke's perfections—his sculpted chest, the ridges of his abdominals, the deep "v" of his Adonis belt. He was rough and conditioned to a life of killing and conflict.

Tentatively her hands flatten over his middle as he deepens their contact. Every time Sakura tasted him, it was different. This time in particular, Sasuke was like tea; earthy and herbal. How much would she have to kiss him to turn a full circle—to experience all the flavors he had to give?

"Stay with me," She commands.

Stay with me tonight, and tomorrow, and forever.

Sasuke knows what she is asking.

"I can't," He responds, but his body does not heed his words. He walks Sakura backwards until her calves touch the edge of her bed.

We can't do this.

She trembles and closes her eyes, pressing petal-like lips into his. It's not chaste. It's not delicate and smooth and sweet and pure. Sakura lets her tongue slip past his teeth, hoping he feels how much she wants him right now…wants it.

Boldly, the woman pulls him on top of her, and his head spins as she bypasses the fabric of his shirt and runs her nails gently over his entire torso. Without asking permission, Sakura yanks his top over his head.

"We can't do this, Sakura."

Yet, he gathers her nightdress to the peak of her thighs. Her skin is velveteen under his rough palms—suave, delicious, and addicting. Sasuke relishes the feeling, caressing her flesh like he'd never get to again.

Maybe he wouldn't.

Maybe Hojo would make her fall in love, and take her as his wife, and they'd have children of their own and—

"I'll kill him." Sasuke whispers into her ear abruptly.

His rage starts to spike. This man would do everything in his power to make sure Sakura was happy—to make sure she got every goddamn thing she ever wanted and needed. He would move mountains for this girl.

If Sakura gave the word, he wouldn't even hesitate.

"If he hurts you, I'll kill him."

"Who?" Sakura pulls away and her head twirls from the lack of traction. She wishes she could see more of him than his luminescent Rinnegan, but it wouldn't do much anyways. He was so hard to read, to understand.

"Your boyfriend," He explains, trailing dangerously close to her pelvic bone. Sasuke wasn't afraid of danger, though. "Anyone—I won't let anyone hurt you."

Sasuke wouldn't say he was jealous. Jealousy involved envy, and he certainly didn't envy that brown-headed fucker right now. What's there to covet? Sasuke asks himself as he raises Sakura up. I've got her.

His Sharingan is blazing, looking at her on a molecular level. He can see the rise and fall of her sternum, the tremble of her lips, the flecks emerald and yellow and minty-green that sparkle in her eyes. But this is not enough.

Without the slightest bit of hesitance, Sasuke undresses he woman beneath him and throws the pajama set behind him, unworried about where it may land. She gasps at his forwardness, trying to find the right words to say. So many things pirouette within her, but her availability seems to take precedence. "Sasuke, he's—"

Sasuke takes her mouth harshly. This doesn't have anything to do with Hojo. This doesn't have anything to do with risqué geisha's with sharp fingernails and demonic eyes.

It's Sasuke and Sakura now.

Milky skin taunts him, and the freckle that guarded the valley of her breasts pleaded for his hand. He backs away, letting his Sharingan follow line that starts from just below the center of her ribcage and ends right above the tiniest, tastiest bellybutton he'd ever seen in his entire life. Pink curls taper off between thick thighs, begging for his pressure.

When his hot lips starts to trace the length of her upper body, along with his tongue, Sakura squeezes her legs shut and tries to fight off the anxiety. It feels like she's in a foggy, smoke-filled room. It's hard to breathe.

"I'm scared," She admits softly. "Nervous, really…"

She's not frightened of Sasuke, or even the pain. She's scared of where this will leave them if they continue. Does he expect a child from this? Would he find her disgusting if she told him the truth—like suddenly being unfruitful made her less of a woman? Was he going to take her out of pity?

Sasuke sits up, curious of her strange reaction. He watches as she covers herself bashfully and bends so that he's hidden from her most private of areas. Her chest rises with determination. She sucks in the humid oxygen around her, finally making her choice.

"I don't want to be a pity fuck." I refuse to be a regret.

She looks at him with a different brightness and hostility. This woman never ceased to amaze him (and piss him off, too).

"Turn around," Sasuke commands with a threatening and mannish hiss. He doesn't even give her a chance to do it herself, because in one strong heave he's pressing her front into the blankets, whispering sensually into the shell of her ear. "I'm not fucking you."

He makes his own choice, too. Sasuke decides, all on his own, that he would only belong to Sakura. Sasuke is the elder of his clan, and under Konoha Law, he can marry without the permission of the Hokage. There were loopholes and clauses within this, but it didn't matter.

Sasuke was Sakura's, now.

When—if—Sakura decided she'd had enough of Hojo, or whatever lover she accompanies as the years progress, Sasuke would be there to take her away and hide the bodies (metaphorically speaking).

…Or not…

He's happy that she can't see him right now, because his sudden declaration did a number on his expression.

Sasuke hates feeling like a blushing fool around her, so he buries his face in the nape of her neck. Sensually he travels down her spine, dotting kisses to the dips and curves of her lower back. His hands massage the knots of her shoulders and the space between, all the while nipping at tender flesh.

He couldn't quite understand his need to sink his teeth into her. Maybe it was her physical reaction—the way her mouth mewled and her back arched and her fingers curled into the duvet. Or, maybe it was a weakness that belonged only to him. Sakura was his drug, after all.

He leans to the side and forces her to do the same, lifting her chest and belly off the mattress so more of her was exposed. His fingertips play with the swells of her breasts, the mounds of her nipples, gliding down to her ticklish navel and finally, the top of her womanhood. Sakura whips upwards, but Sasuke is elite. He dodges the unintended head-butt and keeps his hand firmly in place.

"I don't think I can handle—ah—"

"You can," He says before she can finish speaking. Sakura has never heard this sound from him. His voice is heavy with sex—with lust and desire and passion.

But he didn't understand! The most she'd had in contact with her vagina was no-nonsense cleaning and the outside stickiness from her occasional wet dreams. Now, she wished she'd listened to Ino's embarrassing prying about "practice", because she had no idea what to expect.

Might as well go ahead and cop up to it. "No, I mean I-I've never been fing—"

"Sakura," He interrupts with a calm tenderness. With his right hand buried between her thighs, Sasuke uses his left to turn her chin towards him. It's like they're in the heat of a battle again, and it is Sasuke and Sakura against an unknown enemy.

I'll protect you. Don't worry. Use me. Trust me.

Pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth, he speaks in undertone. "Trust me,"

It's like a bell chimes in her head. She did trust him, with every inch of her being. Just like that, Sakura spreads her legs to him, because she was not afraid. Because if there was anyone that she'd give herself to, it would be Sasuke Uchiha. For the first time in her life, Sakura lets a man touch her most private of areas.

For the first time in her life, Sakura gives herself away.

O…oh…

She's wet beneath the pads of his fingers. He works the top of her carefully, biting down on her throbbing jugular as she arches her back, pushing into his own throbbing center. She is…syrupy, and it's unfamiliar to him, but his body reacts accordingly.

She can feel him against her neck, panting with eyes squeezed shut so his focus remains on her unexplored sex. His fingers move in little circles, making water drizzle from between her eyelashes.

Her moans waft around the room and pressure builds within her core. Sakura isn't sure how many times she's said his name. He seems to enjoy it, because every time the syllables press through her clenched teeth he goes faster and Sasuke's lips curl into a seductive smile.

This feeling was different from anything else before. Instead of one measly marble in her inner jar conveniently labeled "ecstasy", Sasuke filled the damned thing to the brim. She was shaking, rebounding as the glass container spun madly.

"Don't cum," he tells her, even though he picks up the pace.

"How do I stop it?" She responds, shutting her eyes so tightly that flecks of white spot around her vision. Sakura sucks on her bottom lip, keeping the orgasm at bay.

Suddenly she's on her back again, and after a quick but powerful kiss to her swollen lips, Sasuke takes the tip of her breast into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth. She slams her hips upwards into his thickness as her body naturally rocks up the length of it.

Their heads are spinning as they let their bodies respond to one another. Sasuke grips her hips tightly with both hands, gliding her back down his girth as he moves to her other nipple.

"You're big," She says unabashedly. Her mind feels…carbonated. Embarrassment has long been forgotten, and it leaves room for other things to pop around her consciousness. Things like: How is this going to fit inside of me?

"Don't worry about it," He retorts, and he walks his wet fingertips farther and farther down her torso. She watches as though her body does not belong to her. But, as those thoughts explode in her brain and his hand travels lower, Sakura closes her legs tightly.

It was easier to be bold when his purple and red eyes weren't piercing right through her! A blush stains the bridge of her nose and her face scrunches up in reaction to her increased heartrate.

"Open," He calls, and he wedges her knees apart with his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" She asks, giving into his pressure. Sasuke slides his forearm under her bottom and lifts it up, staring at her essence for a long, squeal-inducing moment. More than anything she wants to squirm away from his Rinnegan/Sharingan, but there's no way she's running.

Sasuke feels the trepidation. Trying to calm her, he dances his palms over her silky skin so she'll expose herself completely. He wants to see everything, in every detail. Leaning in closer, his lips press a tantalizing kiss to her inner thigh.

Sakura relaxes, just a bit.

With an unhurried lethargy, he makes his way down the length of her, tasting the dew of her middle. She's like this because of him, and Sasuke feels nothing but pride in that statement. Sakura's wet for him. Sakura wants only him.

Finally, he kisses her there. Her hands tangle in his hair and she impulses, shutting her legs forcefully though they can't completely close. The feeling is foreign and provocative all at the same time.

Sasuke tastes her completely, flattening his tongue out and sliding it over the most sensitive area of her body. He's warm and wet, moving in rhythmic patterns to the beat of Sakura's tempo. Each buck sends more pressure to that certain spot, and his fingernails bite into her ass and stomach as he pulls her closer towards him.

He's never been one to enjoy sweets—Sasuke didn't like candy and sugar or anything of the sort. But for some reason, all he can think about is caramel; gooey, delicious, hot.

He lifts his head up momentarily. Sasuke drifts over her tummy, past each breast, and finally along her jaw. His eyes take in everything as he traces his middle and ring finger around her plump, bruised lips.

"Taste." He instructs.

She opens her mouth and takes in the appendages, letting her tongue slide over the minuscule ridges along the pads. His left hand is holding her hip while he continues, eating her creamily. When his mouth hits her jewel again, she wraps her tongue around his middle knuckle and moves her head back and forth like she's between his legs, too.

Sasuke decides he can't hold off much longer. The man moves his wet fingers from her mouth and stops just above her pale, pink pubes. She knows what's coming, but not what to expect.

"Is it going to hurt?" She asks.

He doesn't know, honestly. He's never been with a virgin before. Sex was never like this—he wasn't slow and sweet and gentle with his touches. Sasuke had never devoured a woman.

They were both in new waters—he was the man-eating fish, and she was the diver dangling her feet above the ocean. Sasuke can only think of one thing to calm himself in this moment. It's the only thing that mattered before he hurt her, every time.

Sasuke looks up at her, and Sakura's never seen such a genuine expression. "Tell me what you told me when I left the village at thirteen."

…What had she told him?

He continues, never wavering. "Tell me what you said before I put you in my genjutsu after the war. Tell me what you said before the second part of the exam."

What does he want from her?

"Tell me," he whispers, running his damp knuckle along the outside of her sex. "Sakura, tell me that you love me."

"I love you, Sasuke—" She hisses the phrase as he enters her. It's one finger at first, and then two into her core, stretching her in a way she's never experienced. It is so mind numbing that she can't even hear her own voice anymore, but she knows what she's saying. I love you, I love you, I love you…

After all of this, thank God that it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all. She was expecting a sting or at least a sharp jolt—perhaps a pinch or a scratch or something of the sort. Instead she wants more. It's simply not enough.

His palm hits the top of her, teasing the hidden pearl as he moves inside. She bends her hips, trying unsuccessfully to be filled. There's a bubble within that his pumping fingers are about to burst. After a few more minutes of his slow cadence, she gives in. Sakura doesn't want hands or lips or tongues anymore. She wants him; all of him.

"Take me," she gasps. "I love you, just take me already,"

He removes his fingers from within her and she watches as he pulls his pants down, exposing his manhood almost immediately. Sasuke doesn't want to wait anymore either.

Sakura can't keep her eyes off him—he's perfect in every way. The scars of his body tell the stories of his life. Each muscular outline was formed from years upon years of battle and training and torture, torturetorturetorture. She wants to heal the scarred-over wounds, though she knew it was impossible.

"Can I touch you?" She asks. She doesn't wait for an answer.

Her hand grips his width. Her thumb is just a few centimeters shy of touching her middle finger—which is crazy, because she can wrap her hand around her wrist easily. It doesn't scare her like it probably should.

Licking her lips, Sakura slowly works her hand up and down and watches as he leans his head back. She goes faster, and faster, amazed at how he reacts to her pressure and temperature. It was as if she held the key to his livelihood.

Maybe, for most men, she did.

"I love you Sasuke," She says, and he groans huskily from her words. It makes her smile—her heart is light and airy and she's proud that her movements are making him behave this way.

But, Sakura's body feels empty. She wants Sasuke to take her over the edge.

Sakura lets go and falls into the duvet, opening herself entirely to him, no longer afraid of pain or proprieties. In this moment, they are man and woman—but they are not one, and it hurts her to her very soul.

Sasuke needs to touch base with her, first, before anything else happened. It was something that must be said aloud, for his own peace. He can pledge himself to Sakura, and be her husband throughout his travels without her ever knowing.

But, at least for the night, he needed her to promise him.

"I want you to commit to me."

Sasuke didn't want this to be regret, or an "accident", or the result of two horny teenagers that can't stop touching each other. Sasuke had no more room for repentances.

He can see her now. The moon has moved past the tree by her window, casting its beams on Sakura like the Goddess she was. Her silver flesh makes him weak. Sweat coats her skin, her hair is a mess, and she's…she's…she's so bewitching.

"If we do this," Sasuke begins, keeping his voice low. "I don't want to pretend it didn't happen."

"I couldn't, even if I tried."

Her response is immediate and oddly obligatory. Sasuke shakes his head, hoping she truly understands. "You have to promise me." He holds himself in his hand and teases her passage, gliding along her entrance.

It feels like she was missing out on this pressure since puberty. She wanted him so badly, so much. "I'm yours, Sasuke, so take me."

Moving gently, Sasuke adjusts her legs over his spread thighs. His hand reaches up to her face, fingers extended, and she starts to open her mouth to them once more.

But this time, Sasuke taps the diamond on her forehead lingeringly. He says what he always says, when he touches her this way.

You're important to me.

Sasuke starts to enter her, squeezing his eyes together so that his Sharingan doesn't ruin the surprise of their movements. She feels so good, so flawless, and so delectable he almost forgets to breathe.

Sasuke doesn't want any man to have her in this way. Never, ever like this…

Finally, he enters her.

Finally, they are one.

It feels like…like it's her birthday. It feels like she's been waiting—waiting and teasing herself and talking about it for years and when it's finally here…when she opens the package and stares down at her gift, it's everything she's ever wanted.

Sasuke is smooth as he fills her, hitting the back of her center easily. His heat is trapped between her—inside of her—and everything is overly sensitive. As he thrusts, the woman feels her eyes start to roll back into her head from the power of it all. She is being stretched, but it's an addictive kind of hurt, and much better than his fingertips.

For Sasuke, it feels like he's right where he's supposed to be.

Home is not a warm bed and a familiar toothbrush and a roof over your head. Home is here, between Sakura's legs as he rides her tides and makes her scream his name between lewd confessions. She tightens around him and digs her nails into his neck, sliding them over his shoulder blades, peeling his skin.

It's wild between them as two bodies merge. Nothing else mattered in this moment. The sounds of their sex echo in each other's ears—Sakura can't stop yelling, and Sasuke can't stop drinking her in.

The world could end, for all he cared. It was a dangerous type of romance.

She could even get preg…na…nt…

…Pregnant, with his child.

…Born from their lovemaking.

Holy shit…

Suddenly, he cares, because he's not an idiot. He understands everything involved with taking care of a child—how difficult the tasks would be, especially if he continued his obligated missions through Konoha. Sasuke couldn't leave her with his baby. It wasn't the right time for kids. He couldn't be a good father—not now.

But, why did his heart battle against his head? Why did he want her to carry an Uchiha so badly? Is it because she looked impeccable with a toddler on her hip?

"Pregnant," Sasuke says finally.

"Ah, Sasuke, wha…"

"What if I get you pregnant?"

Sakura curves against him, opening wider, wanting him to shatter her walls. They are thinking of similar things, though differently. "You won't."

"What if I do?" He huffs, leaning on his hand as he props her bottom up higher. That's better.

"I can't, I—"

Before Sakura can finish her sentence, she loses control. It's as though she surrenders herself fully, letting bliss overflow from every corner of her body. Toes curling, head thrown back, hands squeezing his shoulders painfully, Sakura reaches her zenith. It's a mind-blowing orgasm—the kind she's never felt before, and before she can think properly she says: "It's alright, because I love you."

Sasuke hears her declaration and can't hold back anymore. Letting himself release, he reaches his peak and spreads his heat into the pressure of her clenching core. Suddenly, his heart feels like it's going to burst. Sasuke recognizes this heaviness—this pressure. It feels as though…as though his thoughts and his feelings and his heart are all truly connected to Sakura.

He collapses on top of her, still inside, because his whole body is tingling and his arms can't support his weight anymore.

Hot tears spill from her eyes and wet his skin. He wants to fall from his high slowly, but it feels like he's been thrown into an icy ocean. He props himself on his elbow and grabs her face roughly—not enough to hurt, but enough to get his point across.

"I told you not to regret it."

And how could she? How could she be crying at a time like this, when all Sasuke could think about is how much he fucking loved this woman and how it scared the absolute shit out of him, because he hasn't been this exposed in a, long, long time. If anyone found out how weak he was, in her arms…

How could she deny this?

"I don't." She forces the words out. "I don't regret anything, Sasuke. I'm afraid that you will."

Sasuke kisses her again, setting her skeleton on fire. His lips were her salvation—the reason for her existence—everything she ever wanted and couldn't have. Sasuke made her feel like this could work out. Like they could do this every night, for the rest of their lives, and live a happy little life in a small cottage somewhere in a far off land where clans didn't matter.

Sakura couldn't have that, though. Not with him being the last of The Uchiha.

It was now or never. With his chest pressed tightly into her own, and her hands sending soothing chakra to the bleeding welts on his back, Sakura pulls away from his mouth and confesses.

"Sasuke, I…"

He looks at her. Brushing a rough thumb along a saltine droplet, Sasuke urges her to continue. He thinks of the million things she could say—"We can't do this. My boyfriend will find out. I don't really love you. You're not good enough."

Instead, she says: "I can't have children. I'm barren."

Author's Note:

So, Sasuke's her husband now, and Sakura just confessed. We're getting down to the nitty-gritty, aren't we? I wonder...how will Sasuke react to this news? I had to leave a cliffhanger! My apologies.

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