Bad dreams are nothing new for any shinobi. But being comforted is, especially in a fashion as sensual as this. Sasu/Saku. Angst. Fluff. Lots of lemons.

She thinks of him when there's nothing else to focus on but the memory of the contours of his face and the bitterness of his smile. Perhaps, all she craved was his touch at this point, but she just kept walking at a fair distance, and he didn't question anything, as usual. / Post-Canon; 699-700 setting. Complete.

Sarada Uchiha does not understand this weird version of love her parents share. They don't touch and they don't really speak. They seem to have some sort of understanding, a language only they know. Perhaps a conversation with the Hokage can help her understand them a little bit more. Sarada's POV. SasukeXSakura Oneshot.

'My body shuddered, heat pooling low in my belly. I wanted him… I wanted him badly. If only I'd been able to stay a little bit longer; if only I'd been able to see where our questing hands would have taken us...' Gajeel invites Levy to take a bath with him and we find out that Levy isn't quite as timid and innocent as people think.