The sun had just risen, its golden rays seeping through the blinds, casting patterns across the bedroom. Warmth bounced off the four walls, lightly illuminating the bedroom. Beyond the window, faint noises of a village waking up could be heard; door shutters opening with gusto, bustling voices of early risers and the miniscule cooing of children.
Sakura traced the bright strips of light from behind half lidded eyes, absentmindedly picking up on the sounds coming through the louvres in the window. She shut her eyes then, pressing her head back and feeling her body dip into the mattress, the sheet crushing underneath her fists. And for the nth time that morning, she let out a tiny whimper.
"Sasuke-kun…" she drew out the suffix.
The raven haired nin felt his mouth twitch at the corner, but didn't stop the slow lapping motions of his tongue. He buried his head further into the apex of her legs, his lone arm curling around her thigh and shoulders spreading her wider, holding her in place. His silken muscle dragged along her folds, tasting the soft flesh as her pelvis moved to match the gentle pace. They were going slow, almost like a ritual. Sasuke took great delight in the sounds she was making; sounds he prided himself on getting out of her. He enjoyed watching her body respond to him; the way her abdomen jolted; the flush that overtook her breasts; the tensing of her calves as she pushed her heels into the bed or against his skin. It was all incredibly stimulating for the sharingan bearer.
As she shuddered again, he felt her fingers thread into his hair and pull, then push, urging him on. She was close. His own hand reached around the propped-up thigh, spreading his palm over the patch of pink hair, thumb finding its way to her swollen clit. Softly, he stroked just below the nub, before pressing it, and felt her tense up almost instantly, with the way her abdomen and legs froze. She whimpered then, arching off the bed, his mismatched eyes watching her chest push upwards, the rosy peaks pointing to the ceiling. Passing the valley between her breasts, he could see her heart shaped face like a rising sun. Cherry blossom hair in a halo around her face, lips parted and eyes pressed tightly with her lovely eyebrows drawn to a frown.
He slowed the pace of his tongue to almost a halt, waiting for her to open her eyes. And so, she did, mouth bowing into a pout as she glanced down to catch his heated gaze. Tentatively, he pressed his tongue further out, placing the tip of it at the base of her labia minora. He then began a slow ascend between the folds until he reached her clit. His tongue flicked the nub back and forth, side to side, before moving his mouth completely over the bundle of nerves. Sakura, up until this point, had watched him in a trance, eyed glued to the pink muscle pressing into her most sensitive of places. When he sucked on the nub, her trance shattered and she nearly doubled over, tugging rather hard at his hair in the process. He moved his mouth away from the nub and replaced it with his thumb, drawing circles around it as his tongue began to lap at her labia once more. He pressed on the nub again, holding his thumb over it and she began to thrash, shoulder blades hitting the bed one at a time.
Her legs began to loosen around him and spread apart as she lay back, body succumbing to the sensations. She pushed one hand against the bedframe and gritted her teeth. She was so close. Vibrant colours were dancing behind her eyelids like a firework show as his thumb pushed and circled, as his tongue lapped, as his hot breath fanned against her even hotter flesh. He then pressed down deliciously hard on to her nub a final time, the coil within her exploding. The moan that erupted from her muffled throat reverberated through her body, making her bones and muscles spasm. Sasuke watched it all, drawing tiny patterns near her clit, prolonging the release while listening to the shuddery moans that escaped his wife's lovely mouth.
When her abdomen ceased to vibrate, he moved up her body, kissing and nipping at her thigh, hip and stomach, and gently biting at her left breast. Stopping at her shoulder, he placed a kiss on her collar bone and laid his head on her heaving chest, listening to the doki-doki of her heart.
Her vision refocussed and Sakura gazed down at the messy dark hair, before pushing the inky strands off his forehead. He turned to look up at her and she noticed something glistening at the corner of his mouth. It was hers. She cupped his cheek, rubbed the liquid off and was pulling her hand away when he swiftly grabbed her, wounding his fingers firmly around her slender wrist. Finding the finger that swiped at him, he brough it to his mouth, then sucked at the appendage, eyes locked with hers.
"Anata…" she said, in almost a whimper.
As he released her finger, she proceeded to wrap her legs around him, one heel pressing into the back of a thigh while the other bent over the hard muscle of his buttock. She then urged him forward, hands burying into his hair.
Chuckling slightly, Sasuke moved onto his elbow, before leaning forward and pulling her mouth into a tender kiss. She smiled into his mouth as she ran her finger nails along his scalp, feeling heat pool into her stomach once again. She could also feel him, pressing deliciously against her thigh, prompting her to open her legs further in invitation. Tongues slid fervently against one another's as her hand began to move down his side and onto his taunt stomach. When her hand reached the trail of hair, he broke away from her mouth, head snapping in the direction of their door. Sakura too looked at the door.
The next sound that they heard was of a door opening down the hall and feet padding over the wooden floorboards. A second door opened, closer to their bedroom, and then swung shut. Sarada was up.
The two turned to look at each other in silent contemplation, obsidian eyes gazing into emerald ones, the heat in their abdomens still sizzling.
"Make it up to you later?" she asked, brushing her leg up along his.
Later will have to do, but the pout forming on his face couldn't be stopped. She let out tiny giggles as she thumbed his mouth, prompting him to lean in and nip at her jaw.
"Later," he whispered against her skin.
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Sarada assembled her pack on the kitchen counter, putting medical supplies, string and two scrolls into the tan satchel.
"How long is the mission for?" Sasuke asked as he placed a final rice ball into a red lunch box.
"Um, two days, three max," came the response. He nodded, closing the lid and sliding the container across the counter top towards his daughter. She put the box over the scroll and then zipped her pack, slinging the strap over a shoulder. "Just you and mama for the next three days, Papa. Do the thing that makes her all giddy, hm?"
Sarada missed the deadpan that crossed her dear papa's face as she turned to greet her mother, who had just walked into the kitchen, her white robe wrapper around her. The pinkette engulfed her into a hug, mouth and eyes cast down in a sad upside-down U.
"I'll miss you," her voice was muffled against Sarada's head.
"Aww, Mama, it's just two days," Sarada patted the pinkette's arm, "besides, Papa promised he'll do the thing that makes you all giddy."
Sakura's eyes shot up to look at her husband, who made a defeated gesture with his hand.
"Um…okay. You be safe, and look after your team," the pinkette said as she pulled back. She patted her daughter's hair down the side part, adjusted her glasses and then pinched her cheek, making Sarada grin. "Papa will see you off at the gate," she added, glancing at Sasuke. He nodded his confirmation and pushed himself away from the counter, joining his girls as they made their way to the front door.
"Wearing scrubs today?" Sasuke asked, glancing down at her robe.
"Hm? Oh yeah, scrubs. Just for a couple hours though."
"Good luck on your surgery today! Bye, Mama!" Sarada saluted and raced out the door, before it was even completely open.
Sakura grabbed the doorknob to open it further, but stopped as Sasuke's hand enveloped her little one, halting its swing.
"Sasuke-kun, what are you…"
The rest of the sentence died on her tongue as Sasuke pressed her into the wall with his body, a long leg moving in between hers. When her legs parted, her robe opened up and she could feel the rough texture of his black pants brush the exposed skin of her inner thighs, and more importantly, his hardness brushing her pelvic bone. She knew he knew she could feel it.
Bringing his face next to her ear, breath fanning against the side of her face, he whispered, "I'll see you later, Sakura." His emphasis on the 'later' had her swallowing tightly.
And then he was gone, door shutting quietly behind him.
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"Do you really think that's such a good idea?"
Naruto looked at his main advisor with a half grin, "Yes, I do."
Shikamaru sighed and scratched at his chin, "I'm just saying…he's really not the type to take this kind of thing too well."
The 7th waved him off, swivelling in his chair a couple times.
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After seeing his daughter off at the gate, Sasuke took to the rooftops, heading straight to the Hokage Tower. He'd been in Konoha for the past two days writing down a heap of details from his recent mission and he had finally finished the night before. He just needed to hand the scrolls to Naruto for their discussions and way forward; before he starts on whatever next task that was lined up for him.
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At the Children's Mental Health Clinic, a child of merely 5 years was brought in with sudden violent episodes, which, after many tests, was proven to be the result of a brain tumour. The surgery lasted 2 hours and it was a success; the child was being wheeled off to recovery.
"I didn't want him to suffer…he is only a child!" the parent sobbed as they hugged the head of the hospital, who had also performed the surgery.
"He'll be fine now…" the pinkette responded, patting the parent's shoulder, "he's doing better than fine. He'll do a full recovery, Ms Tanaka."
"Thank you…" the parent sniffled.
A nurse in baby blue scrubs approached Ms Tanaka, a kind smile on her face as she gestured towards the doors that led to the patient rooms. With one more sniffle, she turned and followed the nurse, her shoulders still shaking.
Sakura waited till they disappeared through the swinging doors, before she turned to walk in the opposite direction, looking forward for a much-needed break.
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When Sasuke reached the Hokage Tower, he was met with one of Naruto's private guards, Haru, at the entrance, who informed him that the blonde had gone to the Children's Mental Health Clinic and asked him to meet him there.
As Sasuke had turned to leave, a nin from a foreign village approached the Konoha guard.
"The Health Clinic is run by her, right?" he asked.
"Um, 'her'?" Haru asked, eyes darting to the Uchiha's retreating form, which he noted had slowed down considerably.
"Yeah, yeah," the foreign nin responded, "the beauty with the pink hair!"
"You mean Sakura-sama…ah," a nervous laugh followed as Haru gulped.
The foreign nin gave a low whistle, "She is one fine specimen…that hair…the eyes. All of it. Damn. I wonder how people get things done in there with her walking around."
"Uh, Yamamoto, maybe not-"
"Why? Does she already have someone? A girl like that…I wouldn't be surprised. But hey, maybe it's not too serious, huh?"
Now, Uchiha Sasuke is not one to get jealous, or so he'd like people to think. But Uchihas are deeply passionate and not to mention, possessive folk.
He flash-stepped in front of the foreign nin, who he noted had a sudden look of shock in his wide eyes, "That would be me."
Haru backed away before quietly addressing Yamamoto, "Sakura-sama is married. And this is her husband," he motioned to the cloak wearing nin, "Uchiha Sasuke."
The foreign nin gulped at the sound of the name, his look of shock transforming to pure fear as he gulped loudly.
Sasuke smirked inwardly, Tch.
He turned on his heels and jumped to the nearest roof. Like that guy could get Sakura.
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Sakura did her rounds for the afternoon, a smile on her face as she spoke to patient after patient, inquiring after their health and progress. It was a passion project really; the clinic was her second baby and she loved it dearly.
As she looked at the clock on one of the walls, she realized it was half past 1. Naruto had informed her the previous day that he needed some files on a few key patients as a matter of great importance. He had sent an official document to legalize the release of information as well. The pick-up was to happen at 1.30pm.
She hurried to the entrance, pausing at the nurses' station, calling for one specific nurse to bring the files she had requested, before asking the same nurse to accompany her outside.
When she walked out of the double doors, she was mildly surprised not to see a single nin, but a team of Konoha nin, foreign nin, the Hokage's own escorts and the Hokage himself.
"Sakura-chan!" he yelled out, mirroring the boy he used to be.
And Sakura almost laughed. She shook her head in slight amusement as she approached the group, signalling the nurse to hand the stuff over to the nin who stepped forward.
"What's with the crew?" Sakura asked, gesturing to the crowd surrounding them.
Naruto grinned, "Oh you know, lot of sage power in one place…can't be too careful."
Sakura was about to say that the two of them hardy needed that much protection, but stopped at the appearance of her elusive husband.
"Sasuke-kun?"
The Uchiha walked towards them, a few nin moving out of his way to make a path.
"Like I said…a lot of sage power," Naruto motioned his hand in a triangle as Sasuke joined them.
Sasuke's eyes travelled up the length of his wife's form, noting the dark blue scrubs she wore under her white lab coat. Blue was his colour and he liked it on her. Perhaps a little too much, with the way his gaze heated as it locked with hers.
Sakura cleared her throat, feeling a burn rush up her neck. "Is there a reason for why we are all gathered here?" She directed the question at Naruto.
The Hokage, who had been looking from the pinkette to the Uchiha, cleared his throat as well, "Yes, the patients in those files," he pointed to the manila folders his guard was holding, "are to be moved to a separate ward. They are of another village and the governing heads want to be able to access them as they please," when Sakura's eyes narrowed, Naruto quickly added, "under your supervision, of course. All four of those kids are the grandchildren of village heads and need special protection. It's a matter of international affairs."
Sakura considered his words, then said, "Fine. As long as they don't get in the way of hospital practices or patient treatment, I'm alright." She turned to the nurse who accompanied her, "Hana, prepare the move to the second floor on the right wing. And arrange for the security detail to enter the floor."
The nurse nodded and scurried off, followed by all of the foreign nin and Konoha nin, leaving just the trio and 3 of Naruto's guards.
After a couple seconds, Sasuke spoke up, "Why did you ask me to meet you here?"
Sakura turned to Naruto as well, curious as to his answer.
"Oh…we were meeting later anyway, I thought why not take a detour. I'm sure you don't mind seeing Sakura-chan," Naruto grinned.
"Baka," Sakura chided, "he saw me enough this morning!"
Naruto pouted, innocently adding, "The way he was practically drooling over you just now," he looked at his best friend, "seems like it wasn't enough, ne, Sasuke?"
The Uchiha couple froze, digesting his words before Sakura smacked Naruto across the head and Sasuke took defiant steps towards the blonde.
Grinning madly, Naruto took to the trees, his voice carried out, yelling, "He likes when you go all 'Dr. Sakura', Sakura-chan! He told me when he was drunk years ago! The scrubs and the lab coat! The lab coat especially! He said it makes his mouth water! It's true, believe it!" Two of his guards hurried after him, hiding their tinted cheeks from the Uchiha's penetrating and deathly gaze.
A nerve twitched in Sasuke's eye. After a few moments, he tore his murderous gaze away from the trees, quickly turning to Sakura, "Don't listen to him, he's an idiot. I don't like when you go all 'Dr'. I mean…I do…like it…it's who you are…" He trailed off, glancing to the side as he noticed the lone guard standing nearby, fiddling his feet and looking anywhere but at the pair.
Sakura stepped towards Sasuke, and brough her hand to his cheek, feeling the warmth under his skin "I'll forget what he said. I'll pretend not to know your doctor fantasy."
She patted his cheek and turned around to walk back towards the clinic building, she stopped at the double doors and looked over her shoulder, "Like I have been doing for the past few years."
At the shocked look on his face, she grinned and disappeared through the doors.
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Back at the Hokage Tower, Sasuke finally caught up to Naruto and smacked the other side of his head, receiving a smack in return.
They then joined Shikamaru and headed into the Hokage's office, perturbed guards trailing behind them, having been exposed to the phrase 'too much information'.
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"What do you mean nothing?" confusion etched across Sasuke's face.
"I mean nothing," Naruto responded, clasping his hands on the desk.
Sasuke took a step forward, confusion still present, and glanced at Shikamaru, who was leaning against the wall off to the side, hands buried in his pockets and staring out the window.
"Things are quiet for the time being," Naruto elaborated, "so there's nothing pressing that I need you to attend to. You can just chill," Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "Stay in the village for a bit more…spend some time with Sarada…and you know, Sakura-chan would like to have you around too!"
"I can still do missions."
"And I'm telling you there's nothing."
Sasuke frowned at his best friend, cerulean clashing with obsidian. A couple tense seconds passed, in which Shikamaru muttered 'troublesome' under his breath more times than he could or want to keep track of.
"Sasuke," Naruto said, voice serious and Shikamaru's eyebrow twitched, don't say it, "I'm putting you on leave." He said it.
Sasuke stood motionless for a few more seconds, before turning on his feet and swiftly walking out of the Hokage's office without so much as a huff.
"Could you at least try not to piss him off?" Shikamaru stated more than asked, running a hand down the front of his face.
Naruto laughed, "He'll be fine!" He swivelled on his chair to look out the window, "Sakura-chan will cheer him up. Pretty sure that's where he's run off to anyway."
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"He actually said that?" Sakura asked, slightly bewildered.
Sasuke nodded stiffly, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed.
The pair were in her office at the Children's Clinic, where Sakura had found him, pacing around the room, a bundle of annoyance. He had let out a heavy sigh of relief when he saw her walk through those double doors.
She was now sitting in her white high back chair, turned partly to the side with one slender leg crossed over the other and a hand propping her face up. Quietly, she watched her husband as he leant against the window behind her desk, his shoulders were tense and he was glaring at the wall across the room. He rarely gets annoyed, a contrast to his younger self, but there are moments when things get through his iron clad resolve; like when he struggled to bond with his daughter or when Kakashi would give him obscene life advice.
"How long is the leave for?" she asked him.
He shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.
Sakura hummed then, looking beyond his figure to the trees outside her window. They were rustling in the wind, gently grazing the glass as the noon sun flickered through its crevices like little fireflies. His annoyance with Naruto would be short lived, she knew. Despite the short fuses for things like this, their friendship was profound and would keep on keeping on as it has always done. Although, she did wonder where the sudden idea for putting him on leave had come from. Naruto was headstrong and adamant when it came to Sasuke, but in their adult years, rarely did he ever tell Sasuke what to do, much less order him to not do anything. Perhaps he was worrying about his travelling friend.
"Maybe he's worried about you," she voiced her final thought. Saying it out loud made it more plausible, and after a beat, she added, "I know I do."
Sasuke glanced at his wife. She was in all white now; her scrubs and lab coat from earlier gone and replaced by her usual white pants, but instead of her red qipao, she wore a silk camisole underneath an off white haori. Her hair was in its bob, the ends curved inwards. Every time she breathed; the tips of her petal-coloured hair would brush her porcelain skin. He followed her rising chest, along the edge of the haori's lapel to the dip in her clavicle, where he noted the hints of red skin. It was hidden well; no one would notice it unless they were looking for it; and he was looking for it. Those were his marks on her, where his mouth had been this morning.
He looked away then. This wouldn't do; he was still annoyed at what happened at the Hokage Tower and he wanted to let that fizzle out before attempting anything with his wife. Bringing his hand up to his face, he rubbed his eye with the heel of his palm.
Sakura's gaze flickered to his movement, concern washing over her, "Is your eye troubling you?"
"Hm…?" he pulled his hand away, "Tch…it's nothing."
She pushed herself off the chair and turned to stand in front of him, her hands coming up to rest at the base of his neck as she scrutinized his face.
"It's been a while since you had them checked, ne, Sasuke-kun?" she asked. She was standing so close, mere inches away; he could feel her warm breath on him; see the columns of her neck flex with each inhale; smell her floral scent wafting mercilessly into him.
"Ah," he responded, tightly.
"I think you're overdue for a check-up," she stated, oblivious to the sensory overload he was going through.
"Ah."
"Sasuke-kun? Are you listening…? I hope you know there's no getting out of this," she placed a hand on her hip, studying his face. He wouldn't get out of it this time. How ironic for the head of Konoha Medical to be married to someone who avoided the hospital like a plague. She'd give him a check-up, even if she has to use force to hold him down.
"Okay," he said suddenly, finding his throat less tight, and grabbed her hand, placing it on the side of his head, "do it now, Dr Sakura."
That's what we like to hear, inner Sakura cooed.
Gazing up at him in wonder, she pressed her hand against his temple. He was always subtle about his so called 'doctor fantasy' and had called her 'Dr. Sakura' couple times over the years, which had inevitably led to sex each time. After the first few times, she pegged that he did have some kind of erotic association with it.
She stepped further into him, his legs parting and allowing her to stand between them. The hand at the top of his head began to glow green as she pressed her fingertips into his skin, focussing on moving her chakra into him. She looked for blood clots and possible future blood clots and began easing them, prompting for a smooth flow through the veins.
Sasuke started to feel considerably better; the twinge behind his eyes was fading and he felt the tension of travels, missions and the annoyance of the day slowly leave his system. Every time Sakura does this, he forgets why he waits so long before she does it. And perhaps the fizzling out did not have to be prolonged.
Gazing down at the pinkette, he watched the concentration in her emerald orbs, before his eyes dropped to the bow shape of her upper lip. Slowly so as to not break her focus, he tipped his head down, hand pressing into the small of her back as his mouth found the side of her neck. He placed a series of open-mouthed kisses against her skin, starting from beneath her ear until where her neck met her shoulder, all the while listening to the sharp intakes of Sakura's breath. He bit her collar bone, sucking on the bite before moving horizontally across her sternum. Chakra still pulsing chakra into his bloodstream, he pulled at the fabric of her haori away from her shoulder, exposing more skin for his ministrations. He found the patches of skin that were red from before and rebranded them, sucking and licking at it until they turned bright crimson, making her whimper. His hand slipped under the haori to grab at the material of her camisole, the fabric bunching in his grip as he held her waist.
Her hand dropped away from his temple, having finished its task, and she tilted her head to meet his mouth as he trailed up her neck. They kissed then, hard and heated, pulling the other into themselves. Sakura fell into his hold, pushing her body languidly against his toned form as her hand cupped the side of his face. Sasuke moved forward, the arm curled around her waist supporting her as she nearly glided over the floor. The back of her legs hit the edge of the table and he wasted no time grabbing her bottom. and hoisting her onto the wooden surface, pushing her legs apart and pressing himself snuggly into her clothed core. They both groaned at the feeling.
There were too many layers between them, he thought, as he pulled at the haori. It slipped off her shoulders and she released her hold on him to slide her arms out of the sleeves. Quickly, she reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled the dark material off in one swift motion. He almost paused to tell her how impressed he was at her for not popping a button, but he couldn't; the need to feel her skin too prevailing.
Sakura traced the lines of his body from his collar bones, down the hard plate of his sternum to the ridges of his abdomen. Leaving his mouth, she followed the trail of her hands with her mouth, nipping at his skin, pressing kisses on to the taunt muscles. She moved back when she felt him pulling at her camisole. The piece of cloth was small but stuck to her body like a second skin. Frustrated, Sasuke gave up on trying to take it off and simply tore it down the middle with a little chakra on his fingertip. She was too amused at his defeat by a cami to be annoyed at him for destroying it. Her bra came off next and he dipped down to press a kiss on to the mound, before pulling the nipple into his mouth and sucking on the peak. Sakura arched her back and pushed her chest further into his mouth, hands grasping at his sides in order to bring their hips together, searching for friction to ease her aching core. He broke away from her and took hold of the waistband of her pants and her underwear, pulling them over her butt and then down her legs where she kicked them to the ground beneath her feet. He then turned back to kiss her while she reached for the strings of his pants. Untying them just enough to allow him to spring out, she opened her thighs apart and pulled him closer with her shins. He complied willingly, reaching to touch her centre to make sure she was ready. And she was; dripping wonderfully and so hot.
It had been nearly four months since they last made love and they had more than paid their dues. He grabbed her bottom, angled her hip and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt. She moaned, a few cusses passing her lips as Sasuke let out a groan, feeling her warm walls tightening all around him. He then began to thrust, moving his hips into her while she braced against his shoulders, urging him on with words of encouragement.
Sakura hooked her legs further up his sides, deepening their thrusts as her arms circled his neck. She kissed him hotly on the mouth, using his body as leverage to move her own hips, matching his relentless pace. Biting at her bottom lip, he pulled her up, her body leaving the table briefly before bringing her back down and increasing his speed. She whimpered, moving to tuck her face into the crook of his neck and sinking her teeth into the skin she found there.
"Sasuke-kun…Sasuke-kun…Sasuke-kun!" his name rolled off her tongue in gasps and it only fuelled his thrusts. It felt good to hear her say it like that.
Sakura came hard and fast, her orgasm sending her into a fit of spasms that had her clawing at his back mindlessly. His thrust kept hitting as he searched for his own release. In a frenzy, he pulled out of her, grabbed her hip and as gently as he could rolled her over on to her belly, before moving her legs apart and burying into her cunt from behind. Sakura moaned so loud; he wouldn't be surprised if it echoed down the corridor. He didn't care, and neither did she. She grabbed on to the opposite edge of the table in a daze while her free hand pressed on the table under her shoulder, her mind still reeling from her orgasm with the addition of the continued thrusts against her sensitive core. She felt herself building up again and she could tell Sasuke was close too with the loss of rhythm to his pace.
He was so close to the edge, but he wanted her to cum again, with him this time. Deepening his thrusts, he reached around her pelvis to press on her clit, flicking the engorged bud in slow torturous strokes as a contrast to his manic pace. In response, she clutched harder at the table edge, matching his unforgiving pace. His eyes memorized the way her hair fell over the side of her face and her swan like neck; the way her teeth sank into her lower lip; the way her back arched; the way her perfectly rounded bottom pressed into his hips.
Sakura's second orgasm wracked through her as she moaned into her hand, her walls squeezing his length so tightly and deliciously that it pushed Sasuke to his own release. He groaned and tensed behind her, his hips pausing momentarily before spilling hotly into her warm depths.
As they came off their high, she glanced back at her husband who met her gaze with a tiny smirk, his face full of soft satisfaction. Holding her hip, he slowly pulled himself out, careful of her tenderness, before reaching around her waist and helping her up, his fingers stroking the sweat laden skin affectionately.
"All that for just a check-up? The fantasy-which-shall-not-be-named must really be something…" she teased, a little breathlessly.
He chuckled and leant down to nip at her shoulder.
"Feeling better?"
"Ah."