Murphy's Law of Love
Summary: Where fate – or Sasuke's overweening, pretentious family – drove them apart, but years later, their daughter brings them together again. SasuSaku. BoruSara. AU.
The first thing Sasuke does on Monday morning is call his lawyer, Juugo, and file a lawsuit against the Konoha Gazette for spreading false information.
Juugo is amazing at what he does – and for some unfathomable reason, really admires Sasuke – so by that evening, he's got a confirmed apology from the editing team of the Gazette, some disconcerting information about his mother and Senju Mito, along with a promise of a written apology in the next day's issue.
Later that evening, he goes to the Estate – the home where he had grown up. Sasuke has a soft spot for this property because he has many, many fond memories of this place. It's where he used to play hide-and-seek with Itachi. It's where he used to run around in the dappled shades of the tree-lined driveway as his mother relaxed on the porch. It's where he'd first introduced his parents to Sakura and genuinely believed that they might accept her one day.
Today, he arms himself with those memories and braces himself for the confrontation that's to come. His mother is sitting in the den as if she's been expecting it. She looks grim as he sits down and they have a silent stare-off. Then Mikoto lets out a weary sigh and her shoulders sag. She looks old beyond her ears and it makes Sasuke's heart hurt. But he's here to make a point so he steels himself.
"Mother," he says. "Uzumaki Karin is already in a happy relationship with someone else. I'm sure you already know that."
Mikoto's lips are pursed and she's looking at Sasuke intensely as she asks, "And what about you? Are you also in a relationship?"
Sasuke hesitates, then swallows. He wonders about what he and Sakura are and isn't quite sure of the answer. But he knows that they're something – something he's not willing to take a gamble on. So he says, "Yes."
Mikoto looks wearier than ever as she appraises him. Her lips are downturned into a frown and she looks as if she wants to say something, but today, Sasuke is in no mood to listen. So he says with as much respect as he can muster, "I hope you don't meddle in my affairs again."
Then he gets up with a heavy heart and leaves.
Mikoto feels genuinely sad as she holds her head in her hands after Sasuke leaves.
She's always coddled him, even intervening on his behalf when the elders of the clan had wanted him to be arranged in a marriage. But this – this was just plain distasteful. She knows and understands that sometimes, love goes beyond age, race, and other such factors, but – her Sasuke was almost thirty-seven this year and – a college aged kid?
Mikoto simply cannot – would not – wrap her mind around it.
So she sighs and pings her secretary on the intercom. When he's before her, she steels herself, takes a weary breath and says, "I want you to put a tail on – the child. The one who came to the office the other day."
Her secretary looks understandably uncomfortable, but as always, he bows his head in compliance and leaves.
It's Wednesday and Sakura feels flutters all over her body because today, she's finally having sex with Sasuke. It's surreal and truly unbelievable, but it's happening so she spends the entire day making sure that everything goes as smoothly as possible at the hospital so that residents won't have to summon her for an emergency later in the night. She's been diligent about taking birth control pills and even has a few condoms inside her purse in case – well, in case Sasuke can't find any (which she knows is completely unlikely, but she'd rather be safe than sorry).
When it's finally evening, she changes out of her scrubs. She's nervous with anticipation as she slips on a sexy button down blouse over a thin pencil skirt. The crocs are exchanged with heels and she brushes her hair until its straight and shiny.
Then she takes a shuddery breath and goes out. Her car is still a little messed up from Sunday and she plans to turn it in for repairs soon, but not today. Today, she simply drives to his place and by the time she rides the elevator up to his floor, she's a little breathless. She stands in front of the door for a few long beats, fists and unfists her hands, then takes a deep breath and presses the bell.
He opens right away and she swallows because – wow. He looks amazing and suddenly, the full force of what they're about to do falls on her. The jitters return full force and her thighs clench in anticipation.
She has to look away and clear her throat before saying, "Um, hi."
Sasuke spent the entire day trying to forget that he'd be having sex with Sakura in the evening, but that's an impossible thing to do apparently. So he's got a wad of condoms in his pocket and had been sitting on the sofa in his black shirt staring blankly at the wall, feeling nervous (only slightly wondering if she'd bail on him and if she does whether she'd call him or not) when the bell rang at exactly seven on the dot.
He's quick to open the door and Sakura stands on the other side, looking utterly fuckable.
"Um, hi," she says with averted eyes, clutching the handle of her bag tightly in one hand and biting her lip with downcast eyes as she waits for him to speak.
He doesn't say anything. He simply holds the door open and she comes inside. They both know why they're meeting today and the air between them is charged as she takes a seat on the sofa and he joins her.
The silence stretches out as she folds her hands in her lap and looks bashful. He swallows, hands clenched into fists, wondering how he'd been bold enough to take that first step on Sunday, because right now, he just feels like a complete and utter mess who doesn't know where to begin. Where should he put his hands? On her hips? Her face?
Apparently, he's taking too long because Sakura takes a nervous breath and says, "How about some tea? I think I know where your kettle is…"
She hurries to the kitchen, looking around at the island and starts picking out mugs. Sasuke follows her, feeling the nerves abate. He's suddenly calm and collected because he knows he really, really cannot sit through a cup of tea. He needs to fuck her right now, right this second, so while she's looking at the mugs, he stands behind her and winds his arms around her waist. She lets out a small gasp and drops the cups on the counter immediately. Very deliberately, he turns her around. Her breathing is shallow and uneven as she looks at him. He pins her against the island and lowers his head to kiss her.
The moment their lips meet, Sasuke's entire body feels a rush of fire. Every nerve ending feels like it's exploding from the simple contact of his lips against hers. Instantly, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back with a hunger that takes him by surprise. He slips his tongue into her mouth and deepens the kiss, exploring the taste of her with an urgency that makes her moan. The wetness, the warmth, the feel of her nails scraping into his scalp and her body grinding against his own turns him on so much.
They kiss each other long and deep, tongues molding, mouths desperate, hands clutching each other tightly, breaths become short, hot, painful with pleasure and Sasuke – he wants nothing more than to have her come undone.
So he pries his hand free from her waist slips it underneath her skirt while she's unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers skim the waistband of her panties and she breathes sharply against his mouth, one hand halting its progress on his shirt, the other one stilling in his hair. He thrusts his tongue deeper inside her mouth, trying to carve her taste into his memory, and as his hand finally dips inside of her panties, she comes to herself, kissing him harder, arching into him with pleasure while his other hand supports the small her back.
She mewls against his mouth as his thumb circles her clit – she's already wet, getting wetter by the second as his fingers work on her. Emboldened by her desire, her gently rocking hips and her searching tongue, he reaches out his middle finger just a little further inside her panties until he can touch her ass.
Immediately, her entire body freezes, and he pulls back from this kiss, watches as she opens her mouth to protest, cheeks flushing, eyes skirting, not daring to squirm lest he move his fingers again, but Sasuke stretches his hand until his thumb is circling her clit again while his middle finger strokes the puckered orifice at the back. She's gasping against him now but the brand-new wave of wetness pouring against his thumb is enough of a reassurance for him that she's enjoying this. As she pulls back panting and wide-eyed, Sasuke frees his other hand from her back and works the buttons of her shirt open, all while stroking her. She's wearing a transparent, lacy bra underneath and he simply cannot resist swooping down to suck at the pink nipples peeking from within. She gasps and arches against his mouth, moaning quietly, her own arms holding Sasuke's head against her chest. He notices that her breasts are fuller, more round – a remembrance of her pregnancy and he wishes he would have been there when her body was changing.
Her pussy is so incredibly wet by now that he can't resist sliding the tip of his thumb inside. Sakura keens and her chest heaves heavily as she pants. His own dick throbs painfully in response, but he knows that today, they have all the time in the world, so he pulls down the cups of her bra with his teeth and works his mouth on her nipple, sucks hard, flicks his tongue and enjoys the taste of her skin as she moans against him. "Nnnng – ha – Sasukeee…"
He releases her breast with a wet pop and swoops up to kiss her again. She's rocking slightly against him and as he sucks on her lower lip, he lets the tip of his middle finger slip into her ass. She bucks into him forcefully in response, mouth breaking off their kiss while she sucks in a startled breath. He holds her gaze for a charged moment, slipping both his thumb and finger into their respective holes and her trembling hands instantly go at his wrist, which is inside her panties, but her pussy becomes wetter and slicker than ever.
"Sas-ukee-kunnn," she moans, eyes hooding, red flushing her cheeks, unable to meet his gaze. "P-please…" she whispers, hips arching and grinding against his hand again and again. Her pussy is so incredibly wet, and Sasuke wants nothing more than to plunge his fingers inside, but he's enjoying the strain on her face – the pleasure that's contorting her features. He observes her a moment, then pops the tip of his finger out. She moans again, burying her face in his chest, panting her arousal, her frustration and wantonly grinding her hips against his hand now. He can feel her clit throbbing with desire, but he isn't done yet, so he pulls out. Wrapping both his arms around her waist, he looks into her eyes and lays a gentle, lingering kiss on her wet, swollen lips. She returns it with fervor, wrapping her own arms around his head, hips arching into his dick, making him harder by the moment.
They're both panting when they pull away. Once again, he locks eyes with her. Then he grabs her ass and pulls her up onto the island. In one smooth movement he slides her skirt and panties off and pushes her down on the surface as he spreads her legs apart. Sakura's pussy is a sight to behold – neatly trimmed, glistening wet and looking absolutely delectable. He pulls a stool, sits down, and takes a long lick of her slit. Her thighs tremble and her hand clutches at his head. Her back arches off the island top as she lets out a loud, moaning gasp.
"Sasukeeee-kunn-nngh ha ha…"
Very softly, very tentatively he kisses her right on the clit. Instantly, Sakura feels an electric sort of pleasure shoot up from her core. She gasps at the sudden influx of stimulation, feels her hips tense, her toes curl. Involuntarily, she closes her eyes, fists his hair and simply lets herself immerse in the pleasure.
His lips are soft, searching and cautiously exploring – the way they had been on her mouth just moments before. Only now, the sensations shooting up her body are infinitely more powerful. He works his mouth in small, narrow sucks right on top of her sex and her back arches in a flutter of electric shocks. She feels his tongue sliding inside of her core – licking and flitting and sliding deeper, and deeper and –
Her breath catches, and she feels an intense pleasure that has her hips bucking for more, more, more. She gasps and moans and arches into his mouth, urging him to go further – to edge her off that cliff. Her fingers fist in his hair, soft to the touch, fluttering against the inside of her thighs and she wants nothing more in that moment then for him to thoroughly fuck her with his mouth.
But Sasuke seems to be taking it slow, enjoying the taste of her and slowly, almost lovingly exploring each and every inch of her pussy as if he'd been waiting for this moment for a thousand years. He sucks and sucks and sucks and the soft friction of it has her writhing against his mouth, moaning and gasping and arching her hips to find relief.
And then abruptly, his mouth is working more quickly and the sucking gets wetter and her hips are bucking harder until h has to pin her down to find more purchase. When his tongue is as deep as it can go, and she feels like she's going to burst open with pleasure and stimulation, he pulls out, takes her clit in his mouth again and tugs gently. She gasps and fists his hair for dear life as he latches onto her core once more.
"P-please," she whimpers, as his tongue wetly explores her pussy, darting in and out with tiny sucks that has her seeing white behind her eyes. In response, he finds that one sweet spot inside of her and flicks his tongue at just the right angle, and suddenly she's breathless and panting and feeling white, hot pleasure shooting down her center. He keeps working his tongue, feeling her pussy tighten around it, working around the small convulsions that mark her orgasm, not letting her come off the high for even a single moment.
He nuzzles further into her thighs, buries his face deeper between her legs and she's instantly on the brink again. His mouth works furiously – flicking, tugging, darting inside of her pussy in a rhythm that has Sakura convulsing with want in a matter of seconds again.
"Sas-ukeeee," she moans, absolutely keening now, arching and bucking and trying to find relief against his mouth. "Yes," she gasps as he works his tongue expertly and kisses her deeper and deeper until she's right on the brink of another orgasm. "Plea-seee," she moans, writhing once more, and lets out a surprised gasp as he sinks his index and middle fingers into her pussy. She whimpers as he moves his fingers in tandem with his tongue on her clit and sees stars when the orgasm hits for a second time. He scissors his fingers inside of her and she feels herself convulse around him, her pussy tightening around his fingers as he pulls his tongue out and pants.
When the last of the pleasure has passed, she falls limp on the island, feeling completely spent and boneless as her pussy throbs against the emptiness. She bucks her hips again, feeling wet and sensitive as Sasuke takes off his pants, puts on a condom and climbs on top of her. He's panting and his lips are glistening. She feels bashful and turned on as he puts a knee between her legs and kisses her again.
She tastes herself on his mouth and humps his knee, grinding her sex against any part of him she can reach. He bites her lower lip and tugs. She moans as he pins both of her hands on either side of her, then kisses her again, deeply enough to suck on her tongue.
She can feel a steady stream of wetness pooling between her legs as she grinds against him, willing him to finally slip his dick into her. He must sense her desperation because he finally pulls away, interlocks his gaze with hers, and holds steady as his cock finds her pussy and finally sinks into her. The fullness makes her buck wantonly against him but he's still got her hands pinned on either side. He's balls-deep inside of her and she longs for the friction of him thrusting into her. "Please," she whispers, feeling tears springing to her eyes. "Please, fuck me. Please," she begs, and maybe he mirrors her desperation because suddenly he pulls out and rams back into her again, making her gasp from the sudden emptiness, then full pleasure as he grinds inside of her. The force of it makes her arch her back and she opens her mouth in a silent scream as he does it again and again and again until she has to sink her teeth into his shoulders to relieve some of the pressure.
He holds her arms still captive, panting as he fucks her so deeply, so thoroughly, and so desperately that she orgasms again, tears falling down her cheeks as she rides the uncoiling inside her belly. He thrusts into her as she comes and not long after, she feels him come as well.
She grinds her hips against him as he goes limp on top of her. The weight of his body feels warm and comforting as he pants. Too soon, he's pulling out of her and she wants to protest. She wants to clench her thighs around his dick, keep their bodies joined for a little bit longer, but he's already off, discarding the condom as she lies on the island, spent and seeing stars.
He's glistening with sweat (and so is she, she notes) as he helps her pull up into a sitting position. They lock gazes and he keeps their eyes connected as he places an open-mouthed kiss onto her lips, slips his tongue past, and swirls it inside her mouth as his arms circle her waist. She kisses him back, wrapping her legs around his middle, closing her eyes and slicking the wetness between her legs onto his stomach as she latches on to him.
She can feel his dick going hard again, and she's glad because she's impossibly turned on and ready to be pounded into again.
He carries her into the bedroom this time, gently places her onto the bed, pulls on a condom, and climbs on top of her once again. This time, when he slips inside of her, it's gentler. When he grinds into her, it's with less desperation and more leisure. When he pumps inside of her, he softens it with lingering kisses. When he thrusts into her, he entwines their fingers and lets her bite his lower lip and she closes her eyes against the unadulterated pleasure. This time, they come together, and the sheer gentleness in his eyes makes her lips wobble and her eyes water with tears.
When he's done, he tumbles sideways onto his back, panting hard. She closes her legs and watches as he discards the condom. She feels tired and spent, but her sex is tingling and still sensitive. She clenches her legs tightly and lets the contentment wash over her.
They lay like this for a while until the sweat cools off and her skin marbles with gooseflesh and she has to slip underneath the bed covers. Sasuke watches her as she settles back and turns to look at her as she rolls onto her side to face him.
"Wow," she whispers eventually, then just stares at him.
He slightly cocks his head to the side and observes her just as intensely – except he's fully naked and it's short circuiting her brain.
Unbidden, two fat, hot tears automatically slip down her cheeks, completely taking her by surprise. She instantly feels introspective, wondering why the emotions are hitting her so hard – if it's just the sex or if it's the person she's just had sex with. She sniffs.
He's calm as he asks, "What?"
She swallows, then says, "Nothing – just. We'll have to disinfect your kitchen now."
Sasuke lets out a small scoff, rolls his eyes and looks at her fiercely, willing her to speak the truth because he knows she's lying.
She cracks under his gaze and says, "Um, I was just thinking. What even are we? Like, are we – what – casual sex buddies? Are we – in a relationship? What are we, Sasuke-kun?"
He's quiet for a long while, never once looking away from her. At length, he asks, "What do you want us to be?"
She feels positively conflicted about it, because on one hand she'd never imagined being so intimate with him again and on the other hand she thoroughly enjoyed it, so she asks back, "What do you want us to be?"
He observes her with narrowed eyes for a few moments, then smirks a little and says. "You said you'd lost me once. You said you won't do it again."
She feels thunderstruck and embarrassed that he's bringing that up, so she can only gape at him.
He sighs, looking affectionately annoyed and a whole lot exasperated. "I already told you," he says, sounding so sure that her heart skips several beats. "You're the woman I love."
She blushes deep red to the roots of her hair and hides her face inside the sheets. When she finally emerges, she says, "No. You said, what's wrong with sleeping with the woman I love?"
He gives her a disgruntled look that says, are-you-really-going-to-go-into-the-semantics-right-now.
So she sighs, as if giving up. "Fine," she says, feeling her heart flutter and trying to repress the dread that comes right on the heels of the giddy pleasure. "Fine. I love you, too, just so you know." Belatedly, she adds, "But I will only have sex with you again if you quit smoking."
"Is that a promise?" he asks, half-amused, half-sarcastic, fully dry.
"Yes," she answers, making sure to fuse her voice with adamancy.
He shoots her an annoyed frown and says, "I don't smoke."
"Right," she says, brow raised, voice reprimanding. Liar, it says in undertones.
There's a friendly stare-off, at the end of which, Sasuke looks away. "Sometimes," he admits, rolling his eyes. "Only sometimes."
"Let's turn that into never," she tells him, feeling her heart twist. "I'll help you kick it."
He scoffs and turns on his back, staring at the ceiling. After a pause, he says, "You've been waiting for this."
She doesn't deny and after a while, he turns back to look at her. She reaches out a hand and brushes his cheek, runs a hand through his hair, holds his hand and brings it to her mouth for a kiss.
He lets her hold it and they look at each other for a long while. She enjoys studying his face with such uninterrupted intensity. She loves discovering all the little details – like how his lower lip is still so plump, how the arch of his cheekbones has become even more prominent with age, and how the shape of his eyes is inherently narrowed. She looks and looks to her heart's content, feeling all the nostalgia, the love, all the feels swirl inside her chest. She tucks her worries at the back of her mind and promises that she's going to share them with him later. But for now, she's just going to enjoy this.
"Sasuke-kun," she calls quietly, feeling she needs to say the next words to lay a solid foundation for this second chance.
He doesn't reply but he's looking at her so she knows he's listening. She takes a deep breath and collects all the broken parts of herself to say what needs to be said. "I'm sorry. I genuinely am."
"For what?" he asks, but his expression says he already knows.
"For everything. For not trusting you. For making such a huge decision about both our lives without ever telling you. For disappearing. For not reaching out. For a lot of things, Sasuke-kun. I'm truly sorry," she finishes, eyes brimming with tears once again.
He observes her for a long, long time, never taking his hand out of hers and she notices that she's been holding it quite tightly for a while.
Finally, he sighs and his face contorts into a regretful expression that twists Sakura's heart further. "I – think I forgive you ," he says, but the sentence feels incomplete.
"But you'll need more time," she finishes for him, nodding and squeezing his hand once to reassure both him and herself. "I understand," she tells him, knowing that she'll have to love him twice as hard, to trust him doubly, and share every single thing in her life with him to mend this bridge.
But this is a start. This is a good start, she thinks, resuming her content appraisal of his face while holding on to his hand.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" he asks eventually.
"Oh," she says, then blushes, "it's just – still wet between my legs. I wanted to clean up."
Suddenly, he turns away and from the red at the tips of his ears, she can tell that maybe he's shy, which gives her an idea. She takes a gulp before saying. "Um, do you want to take a shower? Uh, together?"
He agrees and they end up having shower sex, after which they promptly fall asleep.
Tbc
So. I lost chapter 25 of CoC when my laptop broke. But I managed to save this. Just so you know, this has been in my computer for ten million years now. Please leave a review and stop by my ko-fi (zunairaghazal) if you can!