About a week later, Sasuke found himself sitting at his desk and staring absentmindedly at one of his opened text books. The pages of which were being illuminated by the soft, yellowish glow from his small, tabletop lamp and nothing more.

The young adolescent's subconscious mind was unfocused and elsewhere; completely neglecting the original task that he had first set out to do.

It was that damn dream again. What did it mean though... why did he keep having it? The images were so vivid, so clear; it was as if he was reliving that same exact moment, over and over again. It was almost like a cinematic film playing across his subconscious eye and to be honest, he didn't actually mind it. He just found it rather... curious.

He was supposed to be studying. He had a huge exam coming up that would be worth at least a quarter of his final grade. But his mind, began to wander—

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-Flashback-

She was... soft, delicate, and delicious.

Every taste, every touch, every look... it was all for him; and the primal side of Sasuke luxuriated in that fact.

Sakura's elegant femininity stirred his anatomy in ways that he had never felt before. His own body grew hard in anticipation for what was to come next.

"S-Sakura...," Sasuke whispered lovingly while he lifted from her strong embrace. His onyx-colored orbs were somewhat unfocused at this point, but determined nonetheless as he stared down at her with open concern. "I... I think that we should stop this. Before I... (he swallowed and grunted slightly when he felt her core brush against him) before I end up doing something that YOU might regret."

Sakura could only smile up at him; wrapping her small fingers through the thick, black strands at the back of his head before sighing softly against his heated flesh. "The only way that I will regret any of this, is if it's not with you, Sasuke. I love you. Please, I want you to be my first, my second, and every time after that."

Sasuke felt his heart swell with warmth, love, and affection before leaning forward; lips locking with hers in a passionate blaze of liquid heat and fire. "I love you so damn much," he whispered against her mouth, before moving one hand downwards.

That evening... while the pinkette lay beside him, with her exposed flesh curled up against his side and her facial features smoothed over in slumber and satisfaction... Sasuke knew that this female was it for him. Sakura was his end game, and he couldn't be happier to have her in his life.

Sasuke felt like the luckiest man alive.

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Sakura sat on her bed; ink pen tapping aimlessly against the large text book in her lap, while her viridescent orbs tried to focus on retaining the information that was scrawled across its thick, white pages; but she couldn't concentrate. She couldn't think of anything other than that damn dream.

Don't misunderstand, she absolutely loves it and she loves the memories of that night... almost as much as she loves the man that she had spent it with; it was her first-time having intercourse after all. The young, adolescent woman just couldn't seem to shake them; the memories. She couldn't seem to escape the onslaught of emotions that it conjured up during her sleeping hours; as well as her waking ones for that matter.

Sakura's been having that same exact dream, on and off again, for the past few nights... at least. It was a seemingly endless loop... of the memories of her first time... that kept on replaying over and over in her mind. But, why?

She tried to shake her head, in order to help free herself from these wayward thoughts; but it was to no avail. Sakura really should be studying, but she simply couldn't. She couldn't stop thinking about that night. It was one of the best nights of her entire life thus far—

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-flashback-

Sakura's large muscle was hammering an erratic rhythm in her chest; while her spine was tingling and her stomach was twisting into all sorts of anxious knots. She knew what she wanted; and she knew that she would just have to go for it.

She was ready for this; she was ready for him... all of him.

Sakura smiled softly up at him and held his gaze while she spoke her truth; opening her heart and soul to her lover... completely and willingly. "The only way that I will regret any of this, is if it's not with you, Sasuke. I love you. Please, I want you to be my first, my second, and every time after that."

Sakura felt like crying when he leaned in to kiss her passionately afterwards. Sasuke's slim lips found purchase against hers as he murmured his own confessions against her swollen flesh.

Limbs tangled and bodies moved; as if they had been doing this dance for years. The knowledge so primitive, so primal that they needed little help in figure out what to do. The fact that they took their time in exploring each other's bodies... well that was one of the best parts of the whole entire experience.

Later, when Sakura had finally managed to settle against her lover's side... while he held her in his arms protectively against his body... she felt like nothing could ever come between them. He was it for her; she knew it in that moment.

She sighed in contentment and snuggled against Sasuke's side; smiling softly when she felt his lips press against her forehead before he brought one of her palms up to his mouth to give it a kiss as well.

She fell asleep with the knowledge that she loved him and he loved her. Life was absolutely perfect for the young couple; at least for now.

Sakura felt like the luckiest woman alive.

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The young woman was completely startled from her thoughts when she heard the soft buzzing of her phone from where it sat on her nightstand. She instinctively reached over and lifted it to her face to read its contents, before smiling softly at the name that was flashing across the brightly lit screen. Clicking the green button, she lifted it to her ear before responding.

"Hey, are you getting any studying done," Sakura questioned, almost teasingly, while her lips lifted higher up on her cheeks. She could hear Sasuke scoff on the other end.

"No, I miss you."

Sakura giggled girlishly before shoving her books to one side. Then sitting cross legged, she began to play with a loose string that was still attached to her comforter by one end of it. "I miss you too, Sasuke. Do you want to hear something... kind of crazy?"

"What is it, beautiful?"

"I had that dream... again." She bit her bottom lip and waited anxiously for his retort. The snorting grunt that followed indicated that he wasn't at all surprised by her admission.

"Do you want to know something," he asked her; vocal tones hinting at curiosity and playfulness.

"...what?" Her pink brows drew together while she waited patiently.

"I did too."

Sakura couldn't have stopped the surprised gasp from escaping her plump lips if she had wanted to. Her mouth fell open, as the utter shock of what she was hearing took over her entire being. "R-really?"

"Yeah...," he huffed out on a sigh. "I guess it's like that old saying... great minds think alike, huh."

"Yeah," she half chuckled. "I guess you're right..."

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The couple's conversations went on like that... for several minutes... while they spoke about random things, but nothing in particular. That is, until things began to take a slightly different turn.

One that the teenagers hadn't exactly visited in a long time; (due to being in physical contact with each other so much recently) but one that they both thoroughly enjoyed nonetheless.

"So, what are you wearing...," she asked boldly; taking the initiative to start, but glad that Sasuke couldn't see the deep, dark, and reddish hue that was starting to stain her poor cheeks.

"Hn. Just my underwear... for the time being. And you?" The low timbre to his voice hinted at his growing desire, making the girl's insides all tingly; her core already forming a thin trail of hot liquids down the front seam of her panties.

"One of your old shirts and uh... a pair of panties. That's it." She bit her lip harder and pulled at the flesh there repeatedly; while her heart hammered loudly in her own ears. Her frame growing tense with both anticipation and anxious energy.

"Is that all...," he hissed and Sakura quite literally shivered all over when an electric charge raced down her spine. Her breathing became heavier, and she held the phone a little tighter.

"Uh huh. Sasuke, do you want to—"

Sakura was unable to finish her thoughts, but he knew what she was trying to ask him regardless. Because he understood her... all too well.

"Take them off Sakura, and lock your door." She scrambled to her feet and silently walked across her hardwood floor, so she could turn the locking mechanism before plopping onto the mattress once more. After some slight maneuvering on her part, she was able to pull the soft fabric from her body; which left her completely bare as the day she was born. Sakura heard some quiet shuffling on the other end of her phone, before his muffled breathing could be heard. "Are you naked, love?"

"Y-yes... and you?"

"Do you even have to ask me that, Sa-ku-ra? You already know the answer." The pinkette chuckled at this before slowly gliding her delicate fingers over the soft flesh of her neck; her frame sliding and stretching across her mattress... in a relaxed manner. Shapely legs spreading wide, somewhat unconsciously, and she sucked in a deep breath. "What are you doing now...," Sasuke asked; voice now low and deep as he shifted again and the sounds of fabric crinkling grew louder in her ears.

"Nothing, at the moment. What do you want me to do, Sasuke?"

Anticipation filled her as her body reacted to the soft grunting coming from the device in her hand. 'Is he already...'

Sakura heard another (softer and smaller) sound that she couldn't quite decipher, before he spoke again; voice gravelly and breathy in its execution. "Touch your breast for me, love. Be gentle. I want the buildup to be nice and slow." Sakura obliged and moved her fingertips lightly against her skin, causing goosebumps to prickle across it in their wake.

From her neck, she moved to her shoulders, then her collarbone, before descending lower. "Brush over your nipples, Sakura; but don't linger. Don't touch them all of the way. Be a good girl now and I will reward you later."

"O-okay," Sakura sighed softly, while biting at her bottom lip; fingers dancing around the area that desperately wanted to be touched. But the pink-haired teen resisted the strong urge. Her emerald eyes closed tightly when a soft moan managed to escape the column of her throat and glide up her tongue to sweep past her slightly parted lips. Her brain was forming a vivid image of her lover's rough fingertips touching her... instead of her own; exciting her further.

"That's it. Now pinch them...," he demanded and Sakura did. Her pants mixed with his low grunts and they continued.

"Rub them," Sasuke insisted, (his breathing harsh and his pace quickening) and she did so willingly with zero hesitation; her core clenching on air as it dropped her inner essence onto her awaiting blankets below.

Every-time that Sasuke said anything and every-time that he demanded something from her, she followed his orders precisely; in exactly the way that he had demanded her to do it. The female's sensitivity increased as he pushed her; increased the more he commanded her to do his bidding. "S-Sasuke...," she whined as her fingers hovered just above her twitching, swollen clit; her cunt already dripping from just the simple touches and tweaks from her own hands. Her sex continued to clench against nothing, as it desperately tried to grab hold of something... anything. "C-can I..."

"Yes...," the youngest Uchiha grunted; voice low with the restraint he was using to keep himself in check. Sakura could hear the frantic and muffled sounds from his own movements and knew that he was touching himself; pumping his thick, hard shaft with his own fist at a much quicker pace.

She didn't know why and couldn't really explain it but the thought of him masturbating to her doing the same thing, made her even wetter somehow. "Fuck," she heard him curse at the same time her fingers moved.

Rapid and rough friction was applied and soon she found her hips lifting on their own while her head was thrown back in ecstasy. The woman's mouth was hanging open to allow hot puffs of air to escape her lungs while her soft moans and his low grunts were practically in sync as they both moved at a much quicker pace; but Sasuke was the first one to reach his climax.

Sakura could tell by the way that he growled her name under his breath... along with the way that his breathing had changed with the shuffling and puffing sounds coming from the other end of her phone. She closed her eyes tighter; dropping the device in favor of using both of her hands to help bring herself to her desired destination; paradise.

Sakura wasn't far behind, and soon a low shout escaped her as her walls tightened around her own digits; pulsing repeatedly as she finally felt her climax hit. She slumped on her mattress in a heap when her body finally stopped convulsing, and after another minute she was able to reach for her phone again. "You okay...," she heard him ask; signs of concern evident in his inflection.

She laughed lightheartedly and licked her dry lips before responding. "Yeah, I'm amazing. How are you, Sasuke?"

"Hm. Very, very good," he sighed and the sounds of fabric shuffling could be heard once more. She assumed he was getting dressed and decided to do the same. Afterwards, they talked for several more minutes; until Sakura began to yawn so loudly, that even he could hear. "I think you need to go to sleep, love. We will talk in the morning. Want me to come over and pick you up?"

"Yeah, if it's not too much trouble."

"It's never any trouble, Sakura. I've told you this before," he reprimanded her gently.

"I know but..."

"Just go to sleep," he said; effectively cutting her off. "I will see you in the morning. Alright?"

"Yes, dad. I hear you." She could hear him snort on the other line and smiled. "I love you, Sasuke." She could practically see his soft smile when he responded.

"I love you too. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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When he hung up the phone, Sasuke went to turn off his lights, but was stopped suddenly when he heard a very faint knock coming from the other side of his bedroom door. With brows furrowed in confusion, he moved to open it and was stunned when he realized who it was that was standing on the other side; a knowing grin upon the other male's lips. He hasn't seen him for—

"Is that any way to great your favorite person?"

Sasuke swallowed; his mind racing and his heart pounding for some unknown reason. "Itachi..."

Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.