Sweet Creature

"When I run out of road, you bring me home,
You'll bring me home."

Sarada sat at the kitchen counter, waiting for Sasuke to finish making breakfast. It was his first time in the kitchen since his initial return and although it didn't show on his face – Sasuke was nervous. What if they didn't like this cooking? With if Sarada didn't? But Sasuke ignored the anxiety and continued cooking. Sakura had never complained about his cooking and he was sure it wouldn't taste much different from hers. Sasuke's eyes flicked towards the bedroom door. Sakura had yet to make an appearance this morning. He'd heard her shuffling around in there a few minutes ago which meant she was definitely out of bed.
Sasuke had just finished giving Sarada her breakfast when the bedroom door opened and Sakura finally stepped out and –

Oh. Oh, fuck.

Sasuke quickly schooled his expression but he was sure Sakura had seen the look on his face. She was wearing his shirt and a pair of - frankly indecent – shorts, barely visible underneath the shirt. Sarada gave no reaction to Sakura's attire so Sasuke could only assume that Sakura often lazied around on her days off.
"Mama!" Sarada said, turning slightly to smile up at Sakura and Sasuke liked that sound of his daughter saying that almost as much as he liked hearing her call him papa. Almost.
Sakura smoothed a hand over Sarada's hair in response, but she smiled up at Sasuke over the counter.
"Good morning."
There was nothing to those words. They were simple, spoken softly but the moment Sasuke met her gaze, images from the night before flooded back. The sensation of her thighs squeezing around his head, her lips around his –
Sasuke's eyes shot back down to the food he was chopping. Sakura and Sarada chatted back and forth about the short mission she had today and Sakura leaned forward on the counter, the shirt gaping at the front but Sasuke continued chopping as if he was unaffected, forcing himself not to look.
"Papa made breakfast today."
"I can see that." Sakura turned to him, leaning forward some more, giving Sasuke an eyeful of her cleavage.
Sakura watched him chopping the tomatoes for a moment. "You're so good at everything, Sasuke-kun,"
Sasuke stopped what he was doing. There was no way. Absolutely no way that Sakura had just said that. Sure, it was an innocent enough statement, but Sasuke knew what she meant. His eyes shot up to see the laughter shining in those green, green eyes.
Sasuke cleared his throat and Sarada glanced up at him. "You're quiet this morning papa."
"Am I?" Sasuke asked, his lips curving up into a smile almost involuntarily.
"Hmmm," Sakura hummed, "She's right. Are you feeling okay, Sasuke-kun? Want me to check you over again?"
Sasuke lifted a brow, glancing up at her slightly. "I'm fine, Sakura." He said, not unamused.
Sakura nodded. "If you're sure."
Sasuke arranged the food onto plates and mentioned them towards the dining room table. Sakura ushered Sarada ahead as Sasuke came around the counter. He set Sarada's plate down in front of her, only to turn and find Sakura leaning over to counter to pick up their breakfast. Naturally giving him the perfect view of her shapely backside and thighs. Sakura knew exactly what she was doing and what he was weakest against.
"Sakura." There was a half-hearted warning in his tone and Sakura turned and the cheeky smile on her face was completely contradictory to what she said. "Don't worry, Sasuke-kun. I got these. Take a seat."
Sasuke gave her a pointed look and turned, heading for his seat. Sakura set his plate down, her eyes meeting his and trapping him there for a moment. Sasuke swallowed, turning to Sarada as Sakura came around to take the seat next to him.
"What kind of mission are you going on?" he asked and Sarada's eyes lit up, clearly happy that he was taking an interest. She explained the mission between bites of food. An escort mission that Boruto had been none too happy about – which sounded familiar enough to them. When she finished her meal, she complimented his cooking – surprisingly enough – and thanked him for the meal. Sakura followed Sarada to the door while Sasuke finished eating. He had no trouble eating with one hand, it obviously just took a little longer than the average person. Sakura was back moments later after seeing Sarada off, her arms going around his shoulders as she hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek to his hair.
"How long can you stay, Sasuke-kun?"
Sasuke didn't want to answer. He didn't want to shatter the illusion that this was his life. These mornings, waking up with his arms around his wife. Cooking breakfast for his daughter. "They should finish checking the scroll I found by lunch today."
Even though her arms tightened around him, he could feel the disappointment in her body where she was pressed against him.
"So soon?" she whispered, turning her face into his hair.
He wanted to apologize. He knew he needed to gather his things and get ready to leave. But he did none of that. Sasuke stood quickly, turning so he could pull her against him with his arm around her waist. "I don't have to leave yet."
Sakura arched her back, tipping her head so she could look up at him. There was a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. "Oh?"
Sasuke pressed her lips against hers only intending a small, quick kiss – but Sakura had other ideas. She went up onto her toes, her arms coming up to pull him down towards her as her lips slanted against his in a slow, lazy kiss. But there was something deep and possessive about the way her mouth staked claim to his, the way she clung to him, the way her fingers found themselves in his hair. A moan rose from the depths of him in response and Sakura's body warmed at the sound of it, her arms tightening around him, silently telling him she wanted more.

Sasuke had never been sexually adventurous. Not exactly. But he was insatiable. His sexual appetite went on and on some nights. So much so that at the start of their sexual relationship, it was all Sakura thought about. Sasuke was sensual and passionate – slow at times but sometimes hard and unrelenting. All it took was that Sasuke knew she was thinking about it, imagining it, and he would start all over again, leaving her a quivering mess with her legs shaking for hours after he was finished. It had taken Sakura a while to take the initiative, to show him that she wanted to please him as much as he did her. Mostly because Sasuke had craved that control – he'd wanted to watch what he did to her – what he made her feel and partly because Sakura loved what he was making he feel so much that she didn't want it to stop. But eventually she'd wanted to taste him enough that she'd been unable to stop herself. Naturally, Sasuke had been surprised when she'd gone down on her knees in front of him. Neither of them had done that before. But both of them had known exactly what was about to happen. Sasuke had given no resistance when she'd put her hands on his knees and pushed them apart. In fact, she was sure she'd seen his adam's apple bob in that moment. As if he was somehow nervous and excited at the same time. He wanted it, though. She could see the evidence of it in the tenting of his pants. And when she finally released his cock and took him in her mouth – Sakura was sure she would never forget that sound. The way he tipped his head back against the chair, lips parting in a moan that was half surprise, half aching pleasure.

The years without him had been harder than she'd let on. But, sex had been a bridge between them that first night he'd returned to Konoha, erasing the time and space that circumstances had forced upon them. It had become just one more way for them to express what they felt for one another. And Sasuke understood her perfectly, he lifted her up, her feet dangling before he settled her on the bed mere moments later. Sasuke hovered over her, his hand brushing the under swell of her breast as his hand grazed down her side. A burn of anticipation rushed through her veins as Sasuke stared down at her with those dark, endless eyes. Sakura's tongue jutted out, wetting her lips and he followed the movement greedily, his chest rising sharply. Emotions warred inside of her chest. A part of her wanted to live in this moment forever but another, darker part of her heart felt a desperation.

To ask him to stay. To ask him to never leave again.

And when her lips parted, Sakura wasn't even sure what she was going to say herself but Sasuke never gave her a chance, his head dipped down and his lips swept over hers, back and forth, back and forth light as a feather, teasing, inviting. His fingers slid underneath the shirt, dragging up her side and Sakura arched a little, gasping softly against his lips as the shirt rose and gathered underneath her breasts. Sasuke's lips pressed to the corner of her mouth, trailing down along her jaw and his fingers glided down her skin and around the curve of her waist, over her hip bone where his thumb massaged a small circle into the hollow there. Sakura's hips rocked up, a small, breathy sound leaving her lips. But she'd felt him there, painfully hard and dangerously close to her. But still, he kept away. Nibbling on her jaw, kissing his way down her neck and his thumb continued to massage small circles there, moving lower and lower towards the waistband of her shorts. Sakura's thighs pressed together, unconsciously seeking relief as her chest rose and fell unsteadily. Finally, his thumb reached her shorts, flicking the button open easily before slipping his hand even lower.
"Sasuke-kun," her voice was barely audible and Sasuke, unable to stop himself, bit down on her neck and the same moment his fingers slipped down into her wet folds. His reaction was immediate. A harsh exhale left his lips as he unconsciously jutted his hips forward, thumb pressing down on her clit. Sasuke lifted his head as her lashes fluttered open. Their gazes locked for a long, tense moment before Sasuke's head dropped, his tongue running along her lower lip, tasting her. His thumb continued its circular massage where it was pressed and Sakura released a needy sound, her eyes squeezing shut as she pressed her hips against his finger insistently.
"I want to mark you, Sakura. Tell me it's okay."
Sasuke had never been this open about it. The few times he'd done it had seemed more like slip-ups than anything else but Sakura secretly liked when he'd left them on her body. "Yes," she hissed, her hips chasing an end that he didn't give her. Sasuke kissed her once, long and slow, leaving her lips throbbing when he moved to her neck, continuing a vicious path down, around her neck, on her collarbone, one the swells of her breasts.
"I won't apologize for marking you." He said, licking over one of the marks he made on the side of her breast, just shy of her nipple and Sakura bit down on her lip to stop the mewl from escaping her throat. "Everyone should know you're mine."
Sasuke brought himself to her mouth again and with a soft, breathless moan she opened up for him, half delirious with need. Their bodies were flush then, pressed together in all the places that mattered and she tightened in response as if her body knew exactly where she needed him to be.
"Turn over," Sasuke murmured and Sakura shuddered underneath him, half-lidded eyes staring up at him as she reached up, taking his face in her hands and bringing his mouth to hers once more. Her tongue slipped past his lips as her knee came up, her hips grinding up against him.
"Just once, please Sasuke-kun," she whispered between kisses, her voice stringy with need.
Sasuke huffed a laugh, biting down on her lip. "Once," he relented and Sakura made a low sound of relief, her hips rocking up against his hardness.
Sasuke's body went tight above her, a choked sound was swallowed by her kiss. "Fuck, Sakura."
As wet and sensitive as she was, Sakura came almost immediately, the rhythm of her hips becoming unsteady as her head fell back, a cut-off moan leaving her lips.
Sasuke pushed himself onto his knees, mostly to create some space. "Turn over, Sakura." He said gruffly and this time, she listened. Sakura turned herself onto her stomach, turning her head back to watching him undress. First his shirt hit the floor and then his pants. Her eyes were appreciative and wanting as she stared at his cock, hard and dripping with need. She lifted her hips, allowing Sasuke to pull her pants and underwear from her legs, but he left the shirt on. Pushing the front of it above her breast but the Uchiha symbol remained visible on the back. Sakura's breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over her inner thighs, nudging them part as he came closer. Sakura lifted her hips a little, knees digging down into the mattress. Sasuke pressed his tip between her folds, running it up and down.
"Sakura-"
"Fuck me, Sasuke-kun. Please." Her voice was thick, husky and a rough groan rumbled from his chest at the sound of it as Sasuke pushed himself forward, easing himself into her from behind. Sakura made a long, heady sound, her hand going up to cover her lips as she tightened around his cock, sending a shock of raw sensation through him. Sasuke pulled back and rocked back into her, deeper this time, drawing a rough curse from his lips. He drove into her again and again, her body pressing into the mattress as her hand did nothing to muffle the sounds that escaped her throat. His back bowed as a shudder rocked his body, his fingers digging into the skin of her lower back where he braced himself. Sakura turned her face into the bed, her body quivering as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay a little longer. "Faster, Sasuke-kun," she said, voice muffled against the bed and Sasuke obeyed, hips rocking into her faster now, sweat blooming on his brow. Sakura cried into the blankets, fingers tightening in the sheet below her where she'd unconsciously pulled it from the corners of the mattress. Bolts of pleasure rocked through her body, one after another and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Sakura's walls tightened around him and Sasuke's restraint broke, hammering into her again and again even as Sakura's back arched, an endless stream of his name leaving her lips until Sasuke tensed above her, sealing them together as he pulsed inside of her, his hips jerking once, twice before he collapsed on top of her. Sasuke stayed like that for a long moment, his breath harsh against her skin, and then his lips left soft kisses on her shoulder before he rolled off. Sakura gave a small smile, her hand shaking slightly as she reached up to brush his hair from his eyes. Sasuke watched her silently, the barest of smiles mirroring her own.
"Can you stay a little while longer?" Sakura asked, a throaty note to her voice.
Without even looking at the clock on the wall, Sasuke agreed easily.

"Just a little while."