Blow
She was his best dealer and she let him fuck her sometimes too. Drug Dealer AU
Disclaimer: M for descriptive intercourse, language, drug dealing, blatant/hard drug use, discussions around contraceptives, graphic depictions of violence and adult themes. This is a dark and kind of heavy romance. If you are not comfortable with this premise, or are under 18, please do not proceed.
Expanded from a one-shot. Now aiming to wrap in 4-5 parts.
Blow Pt. III
Sakura is on edge in the immediate days following Naruto's visit.
She tells Sasuke that she has a big exam to prep for.
In reality though, she's avoiding him.
Naruto's insight on the disappearance of his past girlfriend has rattled her more than she cares to admit.
Sasuke doesn't distract her, which makes it easier to pretend he doesn't exist for a little while.
She suspects that his still unexplained dabble in advanced academia, puts him in a position where he understands her priority to 'studying' right now.
Sakura feels guilty since she doesn't actually have an exam, but is relieved that she gets out of having to face him for a couple days.
She'd just gotten home from school and is reaching under her shirt to undo her bra, when she notices that he's been here while she was out.
She sighs in relief once the tight underwire loosens and falls from her body, but her face shifts into an uneasy expression once she spots the fat parcel of cash on the desk in her room.
He'd likely stopped by to pick up or store some of his money. He rarely, if ever, left drugs in her house. Just cash.
She was suspicious that he'd stashed a rifle somewhere in her second bedroom too, but she hadn't poked around enough to check.
Sasuke liked to grab her mail for her. He'd leave her pay in an envelope underneath the mail stack if they had just missed each other. It was one of his methods of wordlessly telling her he'd come through, so that she wouldn't flip and think some random fucker had crept into her house.
She'd usually find it all in a neat pile on her kitchen counter.
The fact that her money has been folded into a sheet of computer paper from her printer, sitting in her bedroom, means that he had loitered around. He had come in here to scope things out.
When she was selling for him, he'd pay her during her drops after he'd taken his cut in full.
Now, it was different.
She continues to eye the parcel wearily and feels herself heat up in slight frustration.
It was definitively established that their relationship was no longer casual.
He was in his rights to be here and want to see her. Shamefully, she's thankful she hadn't been around.
More than once her mind has flashed back to when he'd been torn up after ending someone's life, and she'd sewn him back together.
"Do you kill most people that betray you?"
"Yes."
She had been okay then, because she'd understood this as a necessary evil of his work.
She's not okay now. After talking to Naruto, she's worried Sasuke might actually be crazy.
Her face pales. Her desk looks dusty. Like she hasn't been sitting at it to study.
That's not something that would escape his notice.
"Shit," she grumbles.
After five days of her radio silence, Sasuke calls her. Sakura takes too long to answer and there is an undertone of agitation in his voice once she finally does.
"You need to come work."
She pouts, though he obviously can't see it. She doesn't want to go.
"Okay," she says.
Sasuke is in the middle of scaling a precise quantity of pills, when she walks into his house. He glances up at her in passing, briefly looks back to his scale, then quickly glances at her again.
Fuck. Fuck.
She tries to make her face and body language neutral, but clearly, he's already seen something that's abnormal.
He's silently scrutinizing her as she walks across his condo, his head turning unnervingly to track her movement as she heads towards his office.
She realizes she hasn't said hello and she almost throws up trying to force out a greeting.
Sakura ends up kind of choking and just coughing instead, giving him a passing wave as she runs off to hide and do some work for him.
She's one hour into counting an assortment of tablets by hand, when he walks past the open door with a lit cigarette and just stands there.
She tries to ignore him, but he's eyeing her down with a sort of silent aggression that is hard to disregard as he puffs on his square.
"Can I help you?" she questions.
He narrows his eyes at her, his jaw tense, but doesn't say anything.
Sakura ignores him. She focuses on the spread in front of her until he goes away.
She falls asleep with her head nestled in her arms, on the surface of his desk.
She wakes up to his hand running through her hair, his fingers touching her scalp. Once she realizes what's going on, she jumps in her seat and breaks the contact.
He's standing over her in the dark. There's light coming from the hallway, so it's not so pitch black that she can't see.
She's freaking out. She had wanted to go home after working.
If it's too late, he's not going to let her leave and then she'll be stuck here to sleep for the night. With him. In his bed.
He pulls his hand back cautiously and frowns at her. Sakura eyes him blearily in return.
She seems rather flighty to him and has been that way since the second she walked in this afternoon.
Standing up to collect her things, she says, "I have to go."
He's unimpressed. Sakura does not think she's going to be successful with getting out the door.
Sasuke is already in his house clothes, which means that it is likely not early.
"It's midnight," he says.
Shit.
Sakura tries to act casual as she stuffs a couple other things from the top of his desk, into her bag.
"I… I need to get back," she states.
His arms cross now and he eyes her with irritation.
"Yeah?" he questions. His gaze drops to the semi-frantic motion of her hands, "For what?"
Sakura looks up at him here, but her eyes go wide. From this side of the spectrum, he looks frightening rather than handsome.
His dark eyes snap up from her hands, to her face. Her instincts tell her to hide.
The last time she'd been bodily afraid of him was when she'd been late with his money and she'd walked in to him pointing a gat at her.
She thinks that this time does not compare to that one.
She was more involved with him now, so it feels worse than before.
She can't think of what to say to answer his question, so she says the first thing that pops into her head.
"I have— I have class tomorrow."
Sasuke takes a long blink and a deep breath and then does not even acknowledge her response.
Fuck. Sakura cringes at herself. It's Saturday.
Midnight going into Sunday if she's being exact.
She's definitely not leaving.
Expressionless, he makes to exit the room and says, "Come to bed," on his way out.
She puts her face into her hands, then lifts her head up with a sigh.
Reluctantly, she trudges after him and heads into his bedroom to get ready to sleep.
He's already lying down in his boxers when she slowly makes her way in. She turns her back to him as she strips uncomfortably.
She digs through one of his drawers for a soft shirt of his and pulls it over her body.
It fits her differently than it fits him, falling past her ass and covering her up.
She usually sleeps in both her bra and undies, or a barely there top, or just her panties when she's here, so when she turns around and catches him raising an eyebrow at her, she knows her behavior is triggering him.
She approaches his mattress and gets in bed silently.
Sakura turns her back to him.
He reaches for her, his hand going underneath her shirt and brushing against the skin of her back. She jumps at his touch.
This really pisses him off.
He grabs at her then, pinning her down by the arms and getting on top of her. He straddles her waist and leans down, into her face.
Moonlight is streaming in from the window, so they can see each other's expressions pretty well in the dark.
Her eyes are huge and his are narrowed and angry.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he questions.
Sakura looks afraid of him and he grips at her arms tighter.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks.
Sakura's eyes dart to his hands keeping her limbs in place and immobile, and then dart back to him.
"Like what? Every—everything's fine," she says.
Like I'm going to hurt you, he thinks.
Sasuke leans in to kiss her and she turns her face away from him.
Somewhere deep inside of him, he's hurt by this; but the feeling is so foreign, that he doesn't do much to outwardly express it.
Instead, he straightens up. He lets go of her arms, sits on her waist and stares her down.
She stares back.
"Explain yourself," he says.
His tone is expectant and it leaves little room for argument.
Sakura takes a deep breath. She eyes him wearily from below. Finally, she speaks.
"Naruto thinks you popped a cap in your last girlfriend."
He clenches his jaw but stays silent.
Sakura swallows before she continues.
"Is it true?" she asks, quietly.
He thinks that Naruto... is a literal. Fucking. Moron.
"No."
He looks away from her now, as he sits over her. She can only see the side of his face.
"So what happened to her then?" she questions, curiously.
She started fucking the distributor in a metro east of here and that guy had put her in a body bag, not him.
Sakura notes that he looks sad for a moment, but the expression doesn't stay on his side profile for long.
He doesn't answer for a while and she doesn't think he will.
Sasuke's face is hard, per usual, when he turns back to look at her.
He gets off of her and lies down again, facing the other way.
Sakura is eyeing the muscles of his broad back when he decides to speak.
"She spread her legs behind my back for a guy more unstable than me. I never saw her again after that."
He leaves it there and doesn't say anything more.
She gets it.
She doesn't ask much else the rest of the night. After thirty minutes, she presses her entire body up against him and falls asleep.
He's irritated that Naruto would tell her that. But her older stepbrother was admittedly concerned for her safety.
That had been a long time ago, at least five or six years. It was in the beginning, when he was just getting started with larger scale dealing.
He didn't have much clout then.
Sasuke doesn't really think about it himself anymore.
His last girl had been greedy and kind of a fool. She'd quite literally buried her own grave from her idiocy.
There had been women in between, sure. No one really that noteable though.
Sakura was different.
When Sakura wakes up the next morning, she climbs on top of him and makes an attempt at fucking him slowly.
She is naked, having removed everything when she'd gotten too hot in the middle of the night.
She's kissing up his abs to his chest and he is eyeing her lazily, a hand behind his head as she does it.
She usually just wants it hard and fast from him, which more often than not he's fine with. But if they're going slow and sensual, he's leading and setting that pace.
He knows she doesn't appreciate slow, deep fucking and thinks it's kind of boring. He doesn't think she's really had it with anyone else but him either.
He likes all sorts of fucking though.
This, he feels, is what he gets for mindlessly screwing her on his dining table for a year and a half.
Sakura just knew how to fuck and get fucked. Simple.
She was still uncomfortable with anything that got overly passionate. She'd already explained to him that she'd never felt this way before.
He's giving her a pass, since he hasn't either.
Sasuke watches what she's doing for a while longer. He's finding himself too agitated for this next day pity fuck she's trying to give him, after semi-accusing him of murdering his ex-girlfriend.
He flips them over.
She looks surprised for a second, but then she presses into him as he wraps his right arm underneath her, around the middle of her back.
He trails burning, open mouthed kisses up her body. He starts at her pussy, her breath catching at the sensation of his lips on her. He makes his way up, stopping at her chest and licking and biting at her tits.
Sakura's hands fly to his hair and she pulls at the dark strands as she starts to squirm.
He looks up from her chest to her face, now positioned to push himself into her wetness. His expression is a strange mix of serious and neutral as he enters her.
His unoccupied hand grasps the top edge of the mattress, near her head. He uses it as leverage while he moves into her deeply.
She looks back into his eyes, her eyebrows drawn together. She cries out from the feel of his dick inside of her at this angle. Her fingers tangled in his hair tighten, and she tugs hard.
She wraps her legs around him and he adjusts his grip underneath her back, his face now pressed into her neck as he plows her like this for a little longer.
He grabs at her arms after a while, detaching her hands from his hair and pulling out of her to sit up on his knees.
She's panting, looking up at him with hooded eyes.
He grips her hips as she stays lying down on her back, pulling her towards himself by the waist and lifting her lower half to line up with his cock.
Her back is slightly arched off the mattress with the change in position and then he's fucking her harshly as he looks down at her.
"Keep your legs crossed behind me," he says, annoyed.
If she straightens them out too much, he won't be able to pound into her the way she wants.
He tells her this.
"I can't fuck you how you like it if you're not secure against me."
She complies, making sure her legs are wound around his waist tightly, ankles crossed at his lower back.
The sound of their skin slapping is filling the room and he's breathing hard from the forcefulness of his thrusts into her petite body.
He eyes the bounce of her chest. The splay of her choppy pink hair. The flush on her cheeks as he moves in and out of her.
She grabs at one of her tits, but he pushes her hand off. He leans slightly forward to pinch at it himself instead.
She puts her hand over his and they clutch at her skin together.
His hand at her hip is digging into her hipbone painfully, but she likes it.
She moans, then screams, as he twists at her chest harder. She reaches down with her other hand to rub at herself while he continues to fuck her this way.
He groans as she starts to tighten around him, then he comes in her. She comes right afterwards.
Her hands now sift into her own hair as she floats down from it, eyes shut.
He releases her breast, sliding a rough palm down the front of her body. It's affectionate, rather than crude.
Then he lets go of her, pulls out of her and gets up, off the bed.
Sakura grabs at his arm after he's stood up and is trying to walk away.
He needs to start his day soon, or he'll risk being late for some appointments. He worked seven days a week, rarely able to take much of a break.
He eyes her aloofly before she yanks and pulls him down by the hand to kiss her.
Her tongue is in his mouth for a brief moment and then she detaches herself from him and says, "I'm sorry…" in a trailing, uncertain voice.
He stays bent over and kisses her again, biting at her lower lip rather than providing a verbal response.
It's okay.
I forgive you.
Sasuke is watching her eat. His palm is covering half of his face, and his elbow is on the table as he sits across from her at the place Sakura has dragged him into.
"Aren't you hungry?" she questions.
He shakes his head. He is not.
She takes a bite of her food then drops her fork. It makes a loud clang against her plate and his eyes zero in on it for a second before he looks back at her.
"Well, why are you staring at me then?" she asks, exasperated.
He shrugs. His palm is still attached to the side of his face.
She thinks he looks a little crazy and a little wild eyed and they're in public together so...
Sasuke had picked her up from campus on his way home from a round of collections and she had bitched at him for five minutes, nonstop, that she was starving.
This is how he finds himself sitting across from her, inside of a fast casual restaurant.
He was starting to realize that half of Sakura's world revolved around fucking eating.
She had refused to do carry-out.
He had parked his car in plain sight of where he was sitting, so he could keep an eye on it from the window. There was a boatload of cash in there and he needed to divvy it up sooner, rather than later.
He didn't do things like this.
If he remembered to eat he ate. If he didn't. He didn't. It was why his fucking fridge never had any food in it.
He continues eyeing her from across the table.
"Stop it!" she complains.
Sakura can feel nearby diners quieting down to eavesdrop on them. She was used to his mannerisms, but it was becoming clear to her that he made most people uncomfortable by simply existing within their radius.
He's acting like there's some sort of constant and impending threat right over his shoulder by being so edgy and jumpy, and now... she's annoyed.
She makes a face at him, then mutters, "I'm going to take the rest of this to go."
Sasuke is facedown on his couch with his arms crossed behind his head, his hands in his hair. His legs are hanging off the end of the sofa.
He is napping again.
Sakura looks at him from her spot near the open bathroom door.
She'd spent twenty minutes in front of the mirror in there, picking at a blemish on her face that had not been that noticeable before she'd started touching it, but was definitely noticeable now that she had.
In that span of time, he'd seemingly passed out. He's still dressed in his usual t-shirt and denim pants.
Sakura glides over on light feet and sits on the edge of the couch cushion, near his waist.
He rolls onto his side and wraps an arm around her.
"Did I wake you up?" she asks. She pulls the bottom of his crewneck down. It had ridden up with his movements. "Sorry," she adds.
He stares at her hands while she fusses over him. Her manicure is chipped.
"I wasn't asleep," he says.
She gives him a sardonic glare.
"You looked asleep," she states.
He lifts a shoulder at her and tightens his arm around her sitting form, before replying, "If I pretend to sleep, sometimes I fall asleep."
Sakura crinkles her nose at him.
"So anytime you're napping, you're just fake napping?" she asks, perplexed.
He doesn't respond.
Sakura narrows her eyes at him, before grilling him.
"How many hours of sleep do you usually get?" she asks.
He grimaces, then stretches his body to crack his back before answering her.
"Four hours. Maybe five on a good day."
Sakura gasps in surprise.
"That's awful! What the fuck!?"
He pulls her down now, so that he can tuck her in front of himself in a spoon. She presses back into him, lacing her fingers with his at her abdomen.
"I'm used to it," he continues.
He inhales deeply at her hair and she fidgets at the feeling of his breath on her neck.
She is frowning, though he can't see it since she's facing away from him.
"Why don't you take a sleep aid?" she asks, "or smoke some weed?" she suggests.
Silently, he shakes his head behind her.
There was a while where he had just kept taking a Vicodin to knock out, but that had gotten a little out of hand.
Now, he doesn't take anything.
Once she knows he doesn't sleep well, she feels like she begins noticing the muted evidence of this in his demeanor.
How he's always tired.
The subtle, yet ever present dark rings under his eyes.
The fact that he never knocks out before her. How it usually looks like he's been awake for a long time in the morning, lying next to her.
Sakura feels bad for him. Then, she feels like maybe Naruto was right.
Despite him being a constant in her life the past three years, she doesn't know that much about him.
Not enough to know what demons keep him up at night.
She's sitting on his face, grinding herself against his mouth as he lies on his back in her bed.
He'd come through to explain a hierarchy change to her that was occurring amongst his dealers.
It was going to increase revenue.
An increase in revenue meant an increase in inventory distribution, which meant an increase in work for the both of them.
His profits had steadily tanked since she'd stopped slinging for him, but this change would somewhat right the ship.
She'd listened for the most part, but she'd been tense throughout his lecturing.
He'd narrowed his eyes at her and looked her up and down afterwards, first questioning if she'd even paid attention.
She'd said yes, affronted.
"Do you need me to get you off?" he'd questioned, next. "Are you fucking horny right now?" he'd prodded.
She is annoyed that he could always tell, but she forgets this feeling after he'd directed her over his mouth and pushed his tongue into her pussy.
She's moaning loudly as he alternates between sucking on her clit and tonguing her insides.
Her hands are flat on the wall at the head of her bed and she begins to grind herself against his mouth, hard, as he continues to work her up.
She looks down for a second. He's staring up at her. She gasps at the sight of his face between her split legs. It's hot.
He slaps at her ass and she shrieks. It stings.
He keeps his hand on the flesh of her ass and grasps at her tightly there. He knows Sakura likes the rough treatment.
Once his other hand slides up the side of her and gropes at her, she comes. His hands were calloused and gruff and she'd tingle whenever he slid them all over her soft body.
He's still licking at her as she spills. Her hands drop down to his temples. She smooths his hair back, away from his eyes. He shuts them for a long moment at her touch, before opening them again.
"Stop," she says, breathlessly.
He doesn't. He eats her dry.
Sakura is passed out on top of him, her head resting against him as she breathes in and out heavily.
He'd stopped by her apartment later than he usually does to drop off a fair amount of cash from collections.
He'd needed to handle more than one late payment today and his mood is sour from the exertion. On top of that, he'd gotten wind of one of his dealers selling to minors.
Sasuke had let a more creative member of his crew handle that one. The guy was rather impartial to using a blowtorch when he fucked people up.
He didn't think Sakura was home. The lights had all been off and it had been quiet and still. He'd assumed she was out partying.
Probably dressed like a slut too, he thinks.
Then he'd heard her shuffling fitfully as he'd walked past her room.
She'd smiled sleepily and grabbed at him as he'd walked inside, pulling him down and attempting to fuck.
She'd abruptly quit in the middle of riding him, too exhausted to finish.
Her forehead felt hot and she'd moaned in discomfort, overly fatigued.
"I was taking a nap," she yawns.
She looks down at him, her eyes glossy.
"What time is it?" she asks.
Sakura stretches her body across his, lying down. Her skin is on fire.
"Eleven," he says.
She pouts, disoriented. Her chin is on his chest and she's looking directly at him, but her eyes are drooping.
"It was just four…" she trails off.
She falls back asleep, passed out over him.
He's guessing that she's under the weather.
He's not too worried about her getting him sick. He couldn't remember the last time he'd caught anything.
Sasuke feels a bizarre concern for her that he's not used to.
His hands thread through her hair. Her cheek rests against his bare chest now.
He's absently rubbing at her back, when she starts coughing fitfully on top of him. She wakes up from the hacking strain on her lungs.
She pushes up from him and sits on him, her head turned away as she coughs into her elbow.
His hands move to rest on her thigh and hip as he looks up at her with his eyebrows furrowed.
She moans when she's done.
"I feel awful," she complains, her arms dropping heavily to her sides.
He rubs circles into her skin, then pushes her off of him. He leaves her bedroom and comes back with a glass of water for her.
She accepts it and has a couple sips.
"My head hurts," she says. She hands the cup back to him, frowning, and continues, "I think I'm out of painkillers though."
He checks her cabinets. There's nothing.
He sighs, getting dressed.
"I'll be back," he tells her.
She looks at him like she's confused, but then she shrugs. Too tired to question it.
When he gets back, she's half asleep and she's still nude.
He hands her a bottle of painkillers, a plastic bag hanging in his other hand. Sakura's eyes are drawn to the bag.
Taking the medicine from him, she asks, "What else is in there?" curiously.
He shoves the bag at her, and lets her sift through it.
She yanks at the middle of his shirt and pulls him down to kiss him sloppily.
"Are you staying here tonight?" she asks.
He takes his shirt off in response.
In the morning, he has things to do, but she seems worse than the night before.
He messes with her hair as they're lying down. She's resting miserably in the crook of his arm, half her body splayed across his.
"I gotta bounce," he says.
She is mopey and too exhausted to move. She lifts her head to look at him, disappointed.
"I'll come back later."
Sakura nods in reluctant understanding.
When he comes back in the late afternoon, she's tangled in her sheets, damp from sweat. Her head is at the foot of the bed and she's still naked from the night before.
He stands there, in her room. Staring at her.
His hand hurts.
He'd beat some motherfucker half to death over a territory dispute. With a crowbar.
"When'd you get here?" she asks.
She seems slightly delusional.
"Just now."
She lifts herself up with her arms and eyes him down.
"Your hand's bleeding," she mumbles.
He hides it behind his back. He looks at her a second longer, then leaves the room and calls Naruto.
He answers after five rings.
"What do you want, asshole?"
Fuck this moron.
"Sakura's sick."
Naruto huffs at him over the line.
"What do you want me to do about it?"
Sasuke purses his lips. He tries to flex the fingers of his injured hand, but they don't budge.
"...I don't know."
Naruto scoffs. Sasuke can hear an indescernable rustling on his end that is grating on his fucking nerves.
"Are you worried? You stupid, fuck your best friend's sister behind his back, assface piece of shit?" Naruto questions.
Sasuke breathes in deeply.
"I'll fucking kill you," he says to Naruto, seriously.
Naruto responds with, "I'll come by later," then hangs up.
Sasuke goes back into Sakura's room. She's still a prone mess in her bed sheets.
"Put some clothes on. Your brother is coming here."
She groans as she attempts to move.
"Why?" she asks.
"I called him."
"Why?" she asks, again.
Sasuke shrugs at her.
Sakura tries to glare at him, but fails.
"I can't move," she whines. "Give me a shirt from my top drawer," she demands.
Sasuke digs through her drawer with his uninjured hand and pulls a shirt out.
"This is my shirt," he states.
He notices at least three others that belong to him.
"When are you stealing these?" he asks.
Sakura laughs, then says, "You don't miss them, so whatever."
He helps her put on a bra; which for him one handed, is easier than expected. Then he pulls the shirt over her head as she sits up limply in the middle of her bed.
Shortly afterwards, Naruto is at her front door. Sasuke opens it.
"Sup?" Naruto asks, pushing past him.
Sasuke is unresponsive. He's trying to keep his hand out of view for now, so he backs off.
Naruto has a take-out bag with him.
Sasuke loiters around in the living room while Naruto handles the rest. He's observing. Silently taking note for next time.
"Did you bring me soup?" Sakura asks, hopefully. She's being extra whiny.
"No."
Her skin is more pallid from Sasuke's angle and he can tell that Naruto is anxious from seeing her this way as well.
Piece of shit.
He knew he wasn't overreacting.
"What?!" she asks, affronted.
"Just kidding. And some drinks!" Naruto hands her the bag, standing next to her bed with a hand in one of his pockets.
Sakura is sitting up and digging through what Naruto has passed to her. She is already more bubbly and energetic than earlier.
"Yay. Love you, you're the best!"
"Yeah, yeah. Love you too," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
Naruto's gearing up to sleep on the couch after keeping Sakura company for a while. He's giving Sasuke a thousand dirty looks as he walks around Sakura's house.
He's at Sakura's hall closet, yanking out a bunch of extra blankets and a pillow.
"What are you still doing here?" he asks.
Sasuke ignores him and walks towards Sakura's room, now that Naruto has vacated it.
"Are you sleeping in there you bastard?" Naruto yells after him. "Leave the door open!"
He stops in his tracks and turns on his heel to look at the idiot.
"What?" he seethes.
"You heard me, asshole!" Naruto shouts. "You're not defiling my sister in front of me again."
Sasuke glares at him. His fucked up hand is at his side now.
"What are you saying? She's barely conscious," he bites out.
Naruto's blue eyes are pinpointed on Sasuke's injury as he goes to the couch, dumping the linens onto it.
"Doesn't seem like something that would stop you!" he yells.
Sasuke shakes his head at him.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Sakura shows up at this point, leaning tiredly against the doorway of her room. Sasuke's shirt is long enough on her that it is covering her ass. Sasuke doesn't think she ever put on any underwear.
"Why are you guys yelling?" she asks, rubbing her eyes.
They shut up and both turn to her.
"You don't have to stay over, Naruto," she says.
She looks groggy and grumpy as she looks between the two of them.
"I'm making sure this asshole doesn't take advantage of you in your weakened state," her brother says.
She smiles weakly.
"Are you staying too?" she asks Sasuke.
He lifts and drops a shoulder in response. Then he comes in, pushing at her to get inside. He closes the door, leaving it open a crack.
"That's not open enough!" Naruto screams.
Sakura gives Sasuke a questioning glance.
"The loser wants the door open," he says, agitated.
Sasuke takes his shirt off. He winces because his hand really hurts.
He suspects it's actually fractured. It's maybe worse than he'd initially thought.
Sakura notices his discomfort. "What happened?" she asks, concerned.
I beat someone's face in.
"I settled a dispute," he says.
"Uh-huh," she says disbelieving.
She's yanking her shirt off now too, uncaring that her brother is in the other room. She'd lived with him a fair amount of her life anyways, she doesn't care about modesty.
"Isn't that your dominant hand?" she questions.
Sasuke scowls at her as she drops into her bed.
"What's wrong with your hand bastard?" Naruto questions.
Sasuke had come out of her room after she'd fallen asleep. He'd been mindful to put his shirt back on, knowing Naruto would flip a shit if he didn't.
He's at her kitchen counter, wrapping his hand up to the forearm. He's using bandaging tape that he'd brought inside, from the glove compartment of his car.
"Don't bring that shit to my sister's doorstep, you fucker," Naruto growls.
Naruto has the TV on at a low volume. The apartment is pretty dark, save for the glowing light from the flatscreen. He's streaming something stupid from the looks of it.
"I didn't," Sasuke mutters, angrily.
Naruto glowers at him from where he's lying down on her couch. They don't speak again.
The next day, Sakura feels a lot better. Sasuke is already gone when she wakes up. Naruto heads out later in the day, after making her breakfast.
"You want to come or what?"
Sakura is panting, her moans high pitched today.
"Y-yes!" she replies, breathless.
Abruptly, Sasuke stops fingering her. She's sitting half naked in the armchair at his house while he stands over her. He's fully clothed, his fingers deep in her pussy.
She moans, then pulls at him.
"What the fuck?" she yells, frustrated. "Come on!"
He looks down at her spread legs and her rising chest with interest, then asks, "What are you gonna do for me?"
Her fingers clench in his shirt. The expression on her face is nasty.
"I don't fucking know! I want to come!" she demands.
She tries to grab at him further. Her other hand lifts off the armrest to yank on him too, but he moves himself backwards.
"This is annoying," she says.
He smirks at her. His hand is still between her legs, but he's kept his fingers still inside of her.
"You're the one that gets turned on by it," he supplies.
Sakura starts moving herself against his digits, thrusting her hips forward, looking for release. She's super wet.
"That's your fault!" she bites out.
True.
His unoccupied hand is gripping the back of the chair, behind her head. He moves it briefly to pull at her hair, before putting it back. The appendage still hurts somewhat, but he'd been downing norcos to numb it out.
"Please?" she whines, looking up at him.
He's annoyed by that look. Her stupid eyes shining at him, open for him, wanting him.
He sighs, then finishes her off.
Sakura walks in on him, sampling his supply.
His head was down towards his coffee table, a rolled up Benjamin in one hand and a finger from his opposite hand about to press at his nostril.
She freezes after shutting his front door and stares at him.
He lifts his head marginally and stares back.
Sakura is dressed in a white, long-sleeved crop top and bootcut jeans with a few too many holes in them.
He hates this pair because of the rather large tear in the back of the left leg, right under her ass.
"What—what are you doing?" she asks.
He shakes his head at her before responding. He gestures at the flat mirror he's crushed the powder down on, on top of his table.
"I'm snorting a line, what the fuck does it look like I'm doing?"
Sakura looks surprisingly outraged at him. She clutches her bulky leather bag at the front of her body, almost in defense, as she continues to hover near the door.
She was starting to blow her cash on ridiculously priced handbags. He needed to inform her soon that she had to stop flexing so hard.
Longevity in this field of employ meant that the less flashy you were, the better.
"I thought you said never to sample the product!" she scolds, not for the first time.
He is irritated that he needs to explain his actions to her right now and for one brief moment, he misses being alone and having no one to answer to.
"I have to test this, I don't trust the quality," he says. As an afterthought, he mutters, "I'm not going to move this if it's been cut with something else."
He looked back down. Leaning forward again, he sniffed the line of powder into his nose and then straightened up and pinched at the bridge.
He eyes Sakura briefly afterwards. She was uncomfortable.
She was selling this shit for him, but didn't actually like seeing it in use?
He thinks this is a surprising thing to still uphold innocence for. She was a bad bitch in every other capacity.
She sits next to him cautiously, dumping her bag on the armchair adjacent to the couch.
"How is it?" she questions.
He was tapping his foot.
Sasuke shrugs, indifferent.
"Can I try?"
His response was immediate.
"No."
"So you let me sell it, but you won't let me try it?" she asks, dumbfounded.
His teeth grind before he responds. He's not really looking at her, his eyes unblinking and gaze directed at his coffee table. The surface of it was getting messy and he is suddenly kind of annoyed by this.
His fingers itch to organize it, but he knows it's probably just the blow.
"Some other time," he says, finally.
Sakura grumbles under her breath, before saying, "Fine."
Sasuke reaches forward to grab at the cigarette box on his table, then pulls one out. He lights it and begins smoking it with his right hand. He crosses his left arm over his chest, tucking his left hand into his right armpit as he continues to puff on his square.
His foot is still tapping.
"Can I have a drag?" Sakura asks.
Sasuke turns to her, gives her a dirty look, then hands her the cigarette.
She has a pull of it, then gives it back to him. She didn't even want it, she was just seeing if he'd say yes. She tries not to smile. He'll figure her out.
Instead, Sakura asks, "What's different about this, compared to keys you've moved in the past?"
"My distro sourced this from someone new," he says.
He takes another drag and drops the hand he had tucked into his side, onto his thigh.
"A change like that is alarming," he continues, under his breath.
His fingers are drumming against his leg now.
"Why?" Sakura asks, confused.
He clears his throat. He needs some water.
"Means there is volatility at the top," he answers, putting his square out on the table's ashtray.
Sakura's eyes are focused on his slim fingers as she asks her next question.
"Who's at the top?"
Sasuke turns to her, ticked off now.
"You're asking too many questions."
Then he gets up and heads towards his kitchen. The conversation is over.
Sakura had been in a rather deep sleep, cuddled beneath a bunch of blankets.
She had one class tomorrow around noon, but she was excited to go to it because she liked the topic.
She comes to, at the sound of shuffling coming from her kitchen.
What the fuck was that? she thinks, alarmed.
She is concerned that someone has broken in.
It was still dark out, but she knows it's very late.
Past midnight.
She grabbed her phone.
Sakura starts typing 911, then very quickly realizes that she couldn't do that.
She had hundreds of thousands of dollars in Sasuke's cash stored all over her house.
Sakura texts him as she pulls a blanket over her head, flattening her body against her mattress.
Hello are you awake? I think there's someone in my house
She presses send, her fingers shaky, then hears loud footsteps coming up the hallway.
She panics.
She rolls off her bed and gets under it. She squeezes her eyes shut at the sound of somebody bashing her bedroom door open.
Sasuke's face finds hers as he leans down and locates her.
"It's fucking, me," he growls.
Her eyes pop open and she's annoyed now, glaring at him from her hiding spot.
"Get out from under there," he says, straightening up.
She grumbles as she starts pushing around to emerge.
"Oh, what the fuck! What's wrong with you?!" she complains.
She shimmies out from underneath her bed and smacks him in the chest once she's standing up.
"It's like 3 o'clock in the morning. What the hell are you doing?" she demands.
He turns his back on her and she follows him out, towards the kitchen.
There were three duffle bags on the ground and cash everywhere. He'd already emptied out the safe in the closet of her second bedroom.
"What's going on?" she asks, cautiously.
Sasuke drops his phone onto the counter. He'd held it in his hand after receiving her text.
"Pipeline has been compromised. I need to get this out of here," he shares.
"Why?" Sakura asks.
She walks farther into the area and assesses what he's doing.
He's gone back to stuffing the bags with straps.
"I'm not repeating myself," he mutters.
He's bent over, piling cash into bags rapidly, when he looks up at her briefly.
"Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there half-dressed and useless?"
Sakura puts her hands on her hips. She's not wearing any pants.
"You could have warned me that you were coming," she grumbles, getting to work.
"I didn't want to wake you up," he mumbles.
They stuff cash into bags in silence for a minute, before she gives him a delayed response.
"Yes, because this alternative where I thought I was getting robbed was SO much better."
Sasuke does not acknowledge this. He is frantic and a lot edgier than normal.
Something was wrong.
They want him to be the new distributor and he doesn't want the job.
Saying no is not really an option though.
Fuck this.
His distro had made a judgement call error by conducting a shady side deal with a competing, rival manufacturer.
He was dead.
That's why that blow hadn't been pure. Why it had been stepped on so many times.
You couldn't cut corners with these people.
He's not really sure how to tell Sakura.
His last promotion had been great. He didn't have to work for anyone. Most everyone worked for him.
As the distro, he would have to work with the source supplier and the manufacturer. He would need to set-up and operate more like a legitimate business. He'd need to backfill himself as well, and manage down more moving parts.
He didn't want to do that.
Not that he made mistakes often, but one wrong move and he'd end up buried next to his old boss.
Sasuke still seems off, the next time she sees him.
There's suspiciously been a lull in work for her to do the past couple of days and she squints at him over her laptop screen. She's sitting at his dining table, typing up a paper for one of her classes at his house.
She's been over for the past two days and no one has come to re-up and make a drop.
She wants to ask what's going on, but something is telling her not to press it right now.
He's staring at the wall of his living room; smoking a spliff on the couch, seemingly in deep thought.
He wants to try something different that night.
They're sitting on the floor of his bedroom, facing each other. Naked.
He is cross-legged and his dick is hard.
"Get on my lap and then cross your legs behind me," he instructs.
Sakura eyes him apprehensively. This was weird.
He's looking back at her intently. After a brief pause, she puts her hands on his shoulders and straddles him, pushing herself onto his dick.
He groans. She's wet.
Sakura winds her legs around his seated body, crossing them behind him tightly.
This position is very intimate. More than any they've done before, and she looks into his dark eyes nervously.
"Like this?" she asks, unsure.
He nods, wrapping his arms behind her back.
Once he adjusts himself, she squeaks. He's unexpectedly deep inside of her now.
Her bare chest is pressed against his and she gasps at the warmth of his body surrounding hers.
He's looking back at her with that heated and impassioned expression that sometimes overwhelms her when they're fucking.
He presses his mouth to hers, to draw her attention elsewhere for a moment. If he's not careful, Sakura will check-out if this gets too intense for her.
It works. She's focused on running her tongue against his teeth, so he uses the opportunity to push against her pussy.
She separates her lips from his and gasps out, "Oh."
One of her hands slides down from his shoulder to his chest. This is hitting her somewhere she's not used to. She grinds herself on him and he watches the changing expressions on her face.
His hand behind her back glides up, circling and clasping the back of her neck.
She's inhaling sharply every time he pushes against her a certain way, so he keeps doing it.
"Here?" he asks, lowly. He's gazing at her with hooded eyes now.
Her hands at his shoulder and on his chest tighten, her nails digging into his skin.
"Ye-Yeah," she confirms, nodding.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes shut halfway, her head dropping backwards as she moans in front of him.
He's still got his palm behind her neck and he's still pressing his dick into her in that same spot that's making her feel like her skin is inside out.
He's hyper-focused on her and in sync with her and then he feels her spasming around him.
It's turning him on that she's coming from penetration at this angle.
Her head lifts up again and she stares at him. Her green eyes are dark as she comes silently, mouth still open.
Her orgasm is hard and strong and it triggers his. He moves his hand from her neck into the hair at the back of her head. He pulls on the choppy strands tightly as he comes too.
His mouth is closed, but a gutteral sound is emitting from his chest as he finishes in her.
Sakura leans forward against him, tucking her head beneath his chin and breaking eye contact because it's becoming too much.
He notes that she's closing off a bit post, but doesn't comment.
They remain in each other's embrace as they try to regulate their breathing.
It's a day or two afterwards. They are at Sakura's house and he's come through to pay her.
She's not sure what she's being paid for right now though, because there hadn't been much to do the past week.
"I never see you taking any birth control," he says, randomly.
He'd come in her more times than he could count, she better have been on something.
Anything.
"Oh. I got my tubes tied!" she shares.
He was pulling a parcel out of his jacket pocket to hand to her, but his hand freezes mid-action.
"What?" he questions.
Sakura shrugs. It's not a big deal to her.
"Naruto kept flipping out because in his opinion, I had too many scares in high school," she says, simply.
Sakura rolls her eyes, annoyed.
"Honestly, it was only like, two times. He acted like it was ten! They were only scares… It's not like I actually got pregnant."
She frowns here.
"I guess I was under 18 though…" she trails off.
Too many scares in high school.
This triggers something in Sasuke's memory.
Naruto flipping a shit at him that his sister was sleeping with the whole neighborhood and going to wind up pregnant, with some toothless loser's baby.
He had figured he was over exaggerating though. The way Naruto had been flying off the handle about it had seemed too hammy and over the top.
"Did he make you do that?" he asks.
He looks off-put, but Sakura does not really notice. She yanks the parcel out of his hand now that he's fully pulled it out of his inside pocket.
"You think someone like Naruto even knew what that procedure was, before I told him about it?" Sakura questions, hotly.
She sifts through the envelope, counting the hundreds he's tucked into it quickly.
She used his method now. Counting the number of bills and calculating the total afterwards, rather than trying to count the amount itself.
It was more efficient.
Sasuke is looking at her, expecting her to continue. She looks up from what she's doing, her eyebrow raised.
"It just seemed like the most logical thing to do, to get him off my back," she says.
Sasuke had given her more than double what he usually does, which she finds sketchy.
"Why's there so much in here?" she questions. "There hasn't been anything to do this week."
He's not ready to tell her what's going on yet, so he just stares at her in silence instead. It usually works for him in getting people to drop a subject.
Sakura dumps the fat parcel of money onto her dining table. Some of the bills fan out of the envelope with the action. She goes back to talking about her procedure.
"The doctor said I can reverse it at some point!"
She puts a finger to her chin, seemingly recollecting more information.
"...Though he said it would be pretty painful and it would likely be pointless to undo. So there's that."
Sakura looks ill now. She drops her fingers from her chin and rests her hand over her side, where she assumes the organs in question sit.
Sasuke steps closer to her and puts his palm over hers, thoughtful.
She looks up at his face. His expression is unreadable as he lifts his gaze from their hands to look back at her.
Sakura looks away, unsure what he's thinking.
Afterwards, they fuck.
She wakes up the next morning to him facing her with a deep frown and his palm pressed flat against her bare abdomen.
He didn't sleep at her house often. He'd stayed when she'd gotten sick, but not too many times outside of that.
His hand is hot and it's making her warm. The size of it, from the heel of his palm to his fingertips, covers a vast surface of her skin.
She feels small next to him a lot.
She drops her hand over his and twines their fingers together. He's still frowning and looking rather somber for this early in the morning, but she's used to his demeanor.
Sakura leans slightly forward to give him a kiss, but he doesn't kiss back or really move.
Now she's frowning back at him, pulling away from his mouth.
"What's wrong?" she asks, sleepily.
His hand tightens against her stomach but he doesn't answer.
Sakura moves his hand lower, to the fabric over her pussy and his expression darkens.
He rubs at her over the lace, eyes on her face as he does it.
Her hand latches onto his wrist now, moving with his motions against her. Her lips part.
He still looks mad and she feels a laugh start to bubble up out of her mouth.
His turned on face was the same as his angry face and she thinks it's funny.
"Do you get turned on when you're angry and angry when you're turned on?" she asks, giggling.
His lip curls at the question.
What the fuck was she asking him?
He supposed there was a reason he was proficient in hate fucking.
He is mad this morning. Mad for a reason he'd rather not voice or express or think about in words.
He hadn't thought asking her if she was on a contraceptive would evoke this kind of reaction in him.
Quickly, he makes a mental note of how many meetings he has today. He notes what time they're at and where they are in relation to each other.
Then, he fucks the shit out of her.
She's lying on him now. Her back on his chest as he holds her tightly against his body.
His palm is pressing flat into her lower abdomen and his other hand is clutching at one of her tits painfully.
He's pounding her pussy so hard that she thinks she's lost sensation there. Her gasps are uneven and she's been wailing for the past ten minutes.
His hand moves from her chest to her neck and clutches at her throat. He sits up suddenly, her body contorting with his so she's seated on him but facing away from him.
Both his hands go to her hips and he starts lifting her on and off of himself, thrusting into her hard. Their legs are extended in front of them, hers in between his.
"Sasuke—" she starts. Her hands are gripping at his forearms tightly, her whole body shaking with the aggressive way he's pounding at her.
He's biting at her shoulder now and she inhales audibly at the feel of his sharp incisors digging into her skin.
"It's... early," she complains, moaning.
He's annoyed. The one time he's in the mood for this, she's fucking not?
He ignores her and just keeps going until he gets her to come.
Someone is in his house.
Sakura wakes up to Sasuke's hand held tightly over her mouth. They are in his bed, facing each other. His eyes are unblinking and he's holding up a finger to his lips, wordlessly telling her to stay quiet.
He stays this way for one minute, listening to the intruder he's detected lurking around in the other room.
Sakura's disoriented, but alert, her eyes wide as she stares at him.
Keeping his hand on her mouth, he reaches under his pillow for his gun. He gives her a warning glance, then takes his palm off of her.
He needs to hide her.
Every option that he'd be most comfortable with will make too much noise.
He doesn't want her under the bed. His intuition is telling him it's not safe there.
He yanks at her arm, pulling her off the mattress with him. They kneel behind it, on the side farthest away from the open bedroom door.
His glock is loaded and the safety is off. He is aiming it over the mattress with one hand, while he reaches underneath the bed for his semi-automatic with his other hand.
Sakura is in a crouch, both of her hands at her mouth in fright.
Silently, he pitches the assault rifle behind his back by its strap. He doesn't have a shirt on. Sakura is eyeing him with a worried expression. Her bare legs are starting to shake.
His expression is concentrated and serious as he makes to stand, dragging her up by the arm with him.
His focus and his handgun are directed towards the doorway, but he backs Sakura up towards his closet. Soundlessly, he pushes her inside.
Sasuke grants her one second of eye contact. Sakura feels like there are a million things being said between them in that fleeting look, but she can't put any of it into words.
He shuts the closet door on her. She doesn't hear it click.
Sakura wants to sob, but the tears won't come out. She clutches at the bottom of the short, loose tank she'd worn to bed with both hands.
Her eyes dart around the dark and confined space he'd thrust her inside of. She can't see anything. Not even a faint light from underneath the door.
She's barely breathing. Her heart is racing.
A minute passes, then a muffled gunshot blows off and she jumps in place.
Oh my god.
She feels like this time, she's really going to die.
One of her hands comes up to grip at her mouth. Otherwise she's frozen. She's breathing hard now.
The next several minutes that she's in his closet drag on for what feel like hours. Everything is still and silent after the shot was fired.
Sakura thinks she's going to hyperventilate now. She hears light footsteps approaching.
The knob is turning. The door is opening.
Sasuke stands sullenly before her, his tall and foreboding visage covered in a spray of blood.
"Stay in here," he says, tonelessly.
He'd stood in front of her for a minute while she gathered her bearings. Her hands had dropped to her sides and she'd given him an unreadable expression.
He'd moved to the side, gesturing at her to come out.
Sakura had tiptoed out of his closet and daintily sat on his bed, looking at him like she'd never seen him before.
He grabs his burner from his nightstand, then walks towards the bedroom door and lingers around there.
"I'm calling my fixer to clean this up," he continues.
The blood on his skin is starting to dry. It's splattered on his face and on his neck and on his bare chest.
A look of mild distaste paints his features.
Sakura is shaken up.
"What's—what's going on?" she asks, finally.
Sasuke's attention is on his prepay, but he looks up at her briefly, before looking back down.
"Someone ordered a hit on me," he mutters.
Sakura's eyebrows draw together. She's hugging her knees to her chest and resting her chin on one of her kneecaps.
"What?" she questions.
Sasuke does not respond to her. He's on the phone now, talking to someone. After two minutes, he hangs up.
"I need to shower before this guy gets here," he says.
He turns his back to leave, but Sakura panics.
"Wait. Don't leave me alone!" she yells.
She's straightened up now, her legs dangling off the bed and her hands digging into the sheets nervously.
Sasuke turns back to her and says, "I'm just going right in here," gesturing at the bathroom down the hallway. It really isn't far.
Sakura wants to cry.
Internally, he sighs. She's tweaking.
"Come on then."
Sakura sits on the closed toilet seat while Sasuke showers quickly. Her knees are pushed together and her toes flex against the floor. She's still only in her underwear and barely there top. She bites at her thumbnail briefly.
The water turns off. Sasuke emerges from behind the frameless glass of the shower and grabs a towel. He dries his hair with it, then wraps it around his waist.
Approaching Sakura, he grabs her chin, then leans down to kiss her.
She takes some comfort in it, but not much.
He pulls his mouth off hers, then plays with her hair as he looks down at her passively. He pets at it and then tucks some of the dusty pink strands behind her ear.
She's looking back at him from below, the forest green of her big eyes troubled.
He knows he's not really helping right now, but he needs to get this cleaned up and sorted out first.
Then, he can deal with Sakura.
In the back of his head something begins to nag at him that he's maybe tainted this person. Colored her in his darkness. Consumed her innocence and replaced it with something else.
His thoughts don't linger on this long.
He had things to do.
His fixer shows up. He is a large, orange haired man named Jugo.
Sakura is overhearing them as they discuss everything. Sasuke had deposited her back in his bedroom after he'd showered.
She has not and will not end up seeing the front of the house.
There's a dead body there.
"I took a shower after," she hears Sasuke say.
Their footsteps sound close, but they stop in the hallway to continue their conversation.
"Okay. Gotta do the bathroom then," Jugo says. "Clothes you were wearing?" he continues.
Sasuke wasn't really dressed in any earlier. He'd been in his boxers and that's it. Sakura shakes a little at how exposed she'd felt for the last hour.
She usually felt safe here, sleeping next to him. Now, she's not sure what she feels.
"Floor of the bathroom. The towel too," Sasuke responds.
Jugo is humming his understanding. They'd already taken a brief walk-through of the scene, but are only just now diving into the details.
"Which gun did you use?" he asks.
"It's out there," Sasuke starts, "the AK was strapped to my back," he finishes.
Their footsteps pick up again, they're walking and talking now as they get closer to his room.
"I'll get rid of the strap, then clean it out for you and leave it."
Jugo doesn't have a need to dispose of the assault rifle since it hadn't been used.
"Thanks," Sasuke says.
They stop just outside the doorway now. Sakura can see part of Sasuke's body as he faces the man that's not yet in view.
"Silencer?" Jugo asks.
Sasuke shrugs and says, "Shot him through a pillow."
"It's out there too?"
Sasuke responds in the affirmative, and then they're both fully in the doorway now.
"Anything in here?" Jugo questions, as he peers inside.
Sakura is sitting up in the middle of Sasuke's bed, now cocooned in one of his sweaters. She still does not have pants on.
His fixer eyes her with interest.
"Hello," he says.
"Hi," she responds.
Sasuke directs Jugo's attention back to himself. He'd put on low riding black jeans to greet his associate, but not a shirt.
"No. Everything was in the front part of the house," he supplies.
Jugo nods in Sakura's direction.
"What about her?"
Sasuke shakes his head at him.
"She was in the closet. In here."
Sakura stares at Sasuke, her expression glum. She notices that he'd put on his dead brother's necklace after he'd showered.
"Okay. Give me thirty to an hour and I'll have this wiped."
"Cool."
"Uh— " Jugo starts, nervously. "Payment up front… You know how it is," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
He eyes Sasuke wearily.
Not many people asked him for money, so it's not a surprise that Jugo is uncomfortable doing it.
Sasuke pulls at a fat parcel that's been peeking out of the front of his waistband and hands it over.
Jugo takes it, eyes the inside of it, then puts it in his jacket pocket. He looks up at him again. His brief bout of fear is gone once he's secured the envelope.
"Welcome to being the new distro, eh?"
Shit.
Sasuke glances at Sakura.
She gives him a look.
He still hadn't told her yet.
When he comes back to bed, it's close to dawn but not quite.
Her back is facing him and she's still wrapped up in his sweater. It falls to her mid-thigh. Something about the drapey fit is sexy to him, but he's not going to act on that right now.
He knows she's not asleep. She's too stiff.
He slides in and pulls her close to himself, fitting her against his chest.
He rests his elbow near the bottom of her stomach and his hand near her neck, securing her against himself by her entire front.
Sakura presses back into him, but doesn't really move much other than that.
This is one of those times where he's holding her so tight that she feels like she can't breath, but she basks in this feeling of being warm and secure right now.
He swallows audibly before speaking.
"I got promoted," he says.
Sakura is quiet for a moment. She sniffs sharply, then clears her throat.
"I heard," she says, finally.
He stares at the back of her head.
She doesn't really want to talk about this now. She was tired and still shaken and pretty overwhelmed.
She tells him to leave her alone with her next statement.
"I'm going to sleep now."
Sasuke frowns behind her, then says, "Okay."
She falls asleep fitfully in his arms.
TBC...
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