Plan B
Can they salvage what's left, after things fall apart? Messy Relationship AU
DISCLAIMER: M for adult themes, language, alcohol, sex and casual drug use. There is a HEAVY focus around VOLUNTARY ABORTION. If you are uncomfortable with a woman's right to a safe and legal abortion, this story is NOT for you. Where I reside, abortions are legal up until 21-24 weeks of pregnancy.
This piece is a steaming pile of angst for no reason whatsoever. The characters navigate a deteriorating and complex relationship alongside hot and descriptive sex. If you are under 18 and not mature enough for this content… please do not proceed.
This work is complete. It is in two parts.
Plan B | Part II
It's several weeks later, and Sakura is glaring at her ex-boyfriend.
They're going on month three of their 'break-up' and he's remained steadfastly stubborn about verbalizing his feelings.
It's driving her insane.
Just fucking admit that you're upset I kept it from you!
If she thinks about it hard enough, maybe she can will it into being. But nothing of the sort manifests.
Sasuke continues to skirt around the issue. Seeing her a couple times a week for physical intimacy, but remaining a brick wall in every other capacity.
She hasn't had much of a desire to prod at him lately either. Too mentally and emotionally exhausted to pursue a resolution to this unfavorable situation.
She hadn't expected him to ever hold a grudge against her. He'd held a misguided one against his own brother for half his life, so she shouldn't be all that surprised by this.
But... it's annoying. She itches to label his behavior as selfish, but then she's being a hypocrite. Because she'd been selfish too. Keeping him out of something that he was in his rights to be informed about.
She continues to eye him, knowing that he can see her.
Sasuke is studiously ignoring his ex-girlfriend's unsubtle glares in his direction.
They're at an outdoor event with their friends, the tickets purchased over half a year ago. There's music and art installations and food vendors. Half-dressed men and women. Children with protective earphones. Questionably sanitary porta-potties, and a mix of hippies, yuppies, teenagers and relatively normal looking young adults. Galloping around in some form of organized chaos. Moving from one musical performance to another. Sitting in the grass and eating churros and corn dogs. Drinking beer and liquor and smoking weed, while snorting who knows what.
It's either a recipe for disaster. Or it's a good time. Maybe a mix of both.
They've lost track of half the group, though Sakura and Sasuke are not separated. The teetering lie of being amicable and civil to each other around their friends, is not holding up well at this event. At present, they're loitering around while Naruto attempts to call Sai to find him, Ino, Shikamaru and Shikamaru's on-again, off-again girlfriend, Temari.
Hinata is standing poised and relaxed at the golden haired man's side, before tiring and sitting cross-legged on the ground. There is shoddy cell service here and she doubts that Naruto will be able to reach the other half of the group.
Sasuke is annoyed by everything right now. He doesn't think they need to find the others. They can just do things without them.
He is also trying to convince himself that the reason he's so short-fused isn't related to Sakura's choice in outfit. He hadn't noticed at first, when the group had been large, that Sakura was being approached by varying random men.
When she'd started to trail behind them, distracted by an animated conversation she was having with a burly, bearded loser, Sasuke had started paying attention.
Her top is completely see-through. An oversized and airy t-shirt made of tulle. No bra. Her breasts are covered only by boob pasties that are in the shape of pink cherry blossoms.
Her spandex shorts aren't much of an issue at least.
Or are they? You can see she has a big ass with how tight they are, he thinks, angrily.
It's the fucking see-through top though, that has turned her into some sort of beacon for every desperate, single-male in a 4-foot radius, to stop her every couple steps and try and get her phone number.
This is the other reason Sasuke prefers their group to remain cut in half. He can police this shit more thoroughly with less bodies in between.
Sakura had been having fun, until one of Sasuke's signature moves of passive aggression had caught her attention. It's part of the reason she's glaring at him now, with her arms crossed. Trying to laser beam into his body with her heated gaze.
He'd asked for a sip from her water bottle, promptly proceeding to hijack it afterwards. Refusing to give it back without being asked. Essentially forcing her to interact with him more than necessary, just so she could stay hydrated.
The bottle is amply sized and the water in it is icy. She wants it back.
What she doesn't want, is to talk to him though. Recognizing this as some sort of childish power play. She's also not stupid. She'd noticed him hanging back to mean mug the other attendees she was mingling and making friends with. Scaring them away with his stupid, dark shroud of fucking emo. It's not helping that he's dressed head to toe in black. From his dumb, overpriced shirt, to his just-short-of knee length, cuffed shorts, down to his high-top sneakers.
I'll just buy a water if he's going to be a dick, Sakura thinks.
She announces this part out loud now, leaving out the portion about her ex-boyfriend being a jerk, before she stalks off towards a drink tent.
"I thought she had a water bottle," Naruto mutters, under his breath. His face is focused intently on his phone screen, trying to get the messages he keeps sending to go through to the rest of the group.
From where she's seated on the ground, Hinata glances apathetically at the bottle hanging from Sasuke's fingers, then looks away. Her face, hard to read.
Sasuke wants to go home. He's not in the mood for any of this. He'd woken up crabby and alone today, semi dreading the social aspect of this outing from the jump.
He looks around at the people milling about, not necessarily trying to spot the head of flashy, pink hair a ways off. Leaning down and sniffing something out of a random guy's fucking hand in the drink line. But he sees it.
What the fuck?
His jaw clenches.
Naruto yelps happily. He'd made contact with Sai.
"They're on the other side of the park. Near the lounge," he states. "They'll stay there 'til we hop over."
Hinata stands delicately, wiping the dust off her light colored shorts and nodding.
"Where's Sakura?" Naruto questions, puzzled. He whips around in a circle. "Did we lose her too?!" he moans.
Sasuke doesn't respond. Worried he might ooze poison out in his tone.
What the fuck was she doing, taking drugs from some random fuck at a place like this?!
She skips back to them giddy, a water in one hand and a fucking orchid she's somehow acquired, in the other.
"Oh, that flower is lovely!" Hinata gushes.
Sakura giggles and secures the stem into the dark haired woman's hair.
Sasuke is full on glowering, tracking Sakura's movements and demeanor like a hawk. Looking for evidence of what she might have consumed, from her behavior.
"Found everyone!" Naruto informs her. "Let's go meet up with them."
Sakura nods, pulling her sunglasses off the front collar of her shirt and slipping them over her eyeballs as she walks quietly ahead.
Sasuke is a few steps behind her. His gaze burning into her back.
Speaking of burning.
The skin of her back looks pink under her see through top. She hadn't put enough sunblock on.
As they approach a thick crowd, Sakura looks like she's about to get swallowed into it. Lost and likely hard to find if they lose track of her in her current state.
Sasuke reaches forward and clasps onto her slim wrist, tightly. Her body pulls backwards from the force of the grab. Colliding into his.
"Ow," she grumbles.
Only he can hear it. Naruto and Hinata end up several steps ahead, but Sasuke is tall enough that he can see Naruto easily through the crowd they're navigating. He trails his friend, dragging his ex along behind him.
Once the two of them clear the thick throng of people, Sakura attempts to yank her arm back from his grasp.
"Let go," she complains.
He does so, reluctantly. She's drunk all the contents of her plastic water bottle in this timeframe, tossing it into a passing recycling bin as they continue walking.
Wordlessly, he hands her own bottle back to her now and she hugs it to herself protectively. The dirty look she directs at him, he notices, but ignores.
With an eye still on Naruto ahead, he glances down at the top of Sakura's head. Her hair was wavy today, but she'd pulled the long strands into two high pigtails, to combat the heat as the afternoon sun increased the temperature. The ends of each ponytail cascade down each of her shoulders, stopping just short of her tits.
Harshly, he asks, "What'd you dose earlier?"
"Don't know what you're talking about," she answers, snootily.
They're still a good few feet behind Naruto. Once Sasuke sees him reuniting with the rest of the group in an open grassy area, some distance away, he yanks at Sakura's elbow. Redirecting her towards a shaded and secluded tree.
The group won't miss them for five minutes. He keeps them in his peripheral, in case they're in danger of losing them again, then proceeds to look down at the fidgety and confused mess in front of him.
"What?" she whines.
He's being a buzzkill and she doesn't like it.
"Do you have sunscreen in your bag?" he asks her.
Sakura nods at him, but looks puzzled. He didn't usually burn and he was too lazy to ever really apply any to himself.
He puts his hand out expectantly for it.
Huffing, she clips her water bottle to her bag strap, then fumbles with the bag's zipper before pulling out a small tube from the crossbody.
"It's travel size!" she boasts, ecstatic.
His eyes roll as he plucks it from her hand, then he flips her around in front of him and lifts up the back of her shirt.
"Hey!" she protests.
Squeezing an ample amount of lotion into his hand, he makes her hold the tube, rubs his palms together, then starts meticulously rubbing his hands into her back.
Sakura melts into his touch and moans inappropriately. He's unimpressed at the reaction. She'd likely taken molly.
Eyes closed beneath her sunglasses while she leans back, Sakura hums in pleasure.
She's aware that he's just putting sunblock on her, but she's also lost sight of the context.
Free massage! she thinks.
His hands move up her spine and across her shoulder blades, pressing firmly into her skin. His thumbs push against the back of her neck and then his palms slide farther down. To her lower back, over her back dimples and then her sides.
Once he lowers her shirt, satisfied her skin is protected, Sakura turns to face him.
Abruptly, she lifts up the front of her shirt too.
His eyes widen and he scrambles to cover her up, trying to pull the barely there fabric back down.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he growls, looking around anxiously.
Her back had been whatever. But now it looks like she's fucking flashing him. She moves her sunglasses to the top of her head to look at him better.
"Do the front!" she demands.
He looks past her, over her shoulder. Their friends are still off in the distance and it appears that Naruto has only just noticed the two of them are missing. His arms are waving around in distress as he spins around frantically.
Idiot.
Sasuke extends his hand forward, so Sakura can deposit more sunscreen into his waiting palm.
She does so with a small smile on her face, then arches her back and juts her tits out at him.
He's slower to rub the lotion into her front. Taking more time around her navel. He ignores the passing thoughts of her secret abortion as his hands snake around her belly.
His palms go higher, rubbing the protectant in between her breasts and then on the sides of them, then on the tops.
Sakura licks her lips at the sensation of his large hands essentially fondling her bare chest with lotion.
"Don't fuck up my pasties," she moans in dismay. "Then I'll really be exposed."
His expression morphs into something unpleasant as he imagines one of the boob covers sliding off, with nothing to replace it.
We could get her some band-aids, I guess, he reasons. Then he groans out loud. I'm thinking of ways to cover my girlfr—my ex's fucking nipples.
Sakura's leaning into his touch. She's stepped closer to him and she's enjoying the application on her front more than she'd enjoyed the back.
"We're in public," he mumbles. "Calm down."
He notices her legs start rubbing together. She's getting fucking horny from this.
Looking down at her in disapproval as he rubs the sunblock into her collarbones, he abruptly scolds her for accepting drugs from a stranger at a festival.
Sakura frowns.
"Stop acting like my dad," she says. "He wasn't a random. I knew him from work and ran into him by chance."
Sasuke's lips press together at being compared to her father. It's doubtful her dad was rubbing fucking sunblock into her fucking tits. But that was besides the point.
Someone walks past them then. He's done applying sunblock to her skin but his hands are gripping her ribs now, resting under her exposed tits while they argue.
"Ew! Get a fucking room!"
It's a random girl, dressed much more conservatively than Sakura, stomping past the two of them under the tree and staring on, incensed.
Sakura's mouth drops open at the reprimand and then she sticks her tongue out at her, as she continues to stomp away.
Annoyed, Sasuke lets go of Sakura, then lowers her top so it's covering her modesty. Not that it's making much of a difference. You could see the perky outline of her chest without much trouble.
After that, Sasuke leads her back to the group. Naruto immediately goes off on a tangent about making sure they're all sticking together. Then he questions them about where they've been, suspiciously.
Sasuke doesn't bother providing an answer.
Sakura just says, "sunblock!" in a bubbly and elusive way.
A short while later, they're all sitting on the ground, waiting for the next act to start. Sakura's sitting near Sasuke at first, on her knees with her feet tucked under her butt. Her ex's knees are bent and his feet are flat on the ground, legs slightly spread.
She eyes his posture with interest for a while, then proceeds to unashamedly scoot towards him and plant herself between his legs, so she's caged in by his limbs. Her back presses against his front.
Eyeing the back of her head with mild irritation, he sighs before wrapping an arm around her. Keeping a hand under her top and over her stomach, so she's secure and close to himself.
Her shitty top is a curse here. His hand is clearly visible underneath it by everyone and the splay of his fingers over her flesh looks less than platonic.
Ino turns her head and openly stares at them, from where she's sitting a short distance away.
"I thought you guys broke up…" she says, slowly.
Shikamaru snorts at that.
Sasuke clenches his jaw but remains silent, absently rubbing his thumb into Sakura's skin instead. She's relaxed and mellow against his body, people watching for entertainment.
A half an hour passes. Sasuke finds himself people watching too. He and Sakura both have their heads turned in the direction of a man navigating the crowd on stilts.
"We're going to get closer," Naruto interrupts. "You guys coming?"
He's on his feet, the rest of the group is already up and a couple steps away. Sasuke hadn't noticed them stand. The blue of his friend's irises are on the two of them, hoping they'll join, but anticipating that they won't.
Sasuke and Sakura shake their heads no, in tandem. Naruto waves goodbye at them, a ghost of a grin on his lips as he turns his back and tells Sasuke to call him tomorrow.
Once everyone disappears, the sun begins the process of setting. Sakura had yanked her sunglasses off her head and shoved them into her bag a while ago. She tilts her head back now and extends her neck, kissing Sasuke with little decorum, while remaining seated between his legs.
He leans down and kisses back. She's using more tongue than is publicly appropriate, but he lets her get away with it.
Once the music starts, it's awful. Sasuke cringes against Sakura's face as it gets steadily louder and more obnoxious.
She blinks at him dazedly and pulls back from him, to eye him up close. Her eyes are green and bright. The dilation of her pupils is more obvious due to the hue of her retinas.
"Let's go home?" she suggests.
Sex with her later is a little much. She's lying on him to start. Pressed into him and rocking against him slowly.
He can tell she's feeling weird, so he rubs his hands up and down her back while they fuck, to soothe her.
After a while she stops moving. Her cheek is pressed into his chest and her eyes are blinking slowly.
She keeps flexing her toes against his shin while she lies on him; but that's about it. His dick is still hard inside of her and his palms are hot and flat on her back.
"You want to stop?" he asks. His voice is gravelly from disuse. He hasn't said much since a couple hours ago.
Sakura lifts her head and glances at him.
"Not really," she says. "But I'm tired of doing all the work," she complains.
He avoids rolling his eyes at her high maintenance behavior. He'd been lying here, like this, intentionally. Letting her set pace and whatever the hell else, because she was fucked up. Not because he was feeling lazy.
"I'll get on top," he mutters.
Sakura nods at him, then rolls off him. Lying next to him on her back.
He hasn't been over her body like this in months. Once he's above her, Sakura spreads her legs and latches onto him like a vice. Her arms wrap around his upper back and shoulders. Her ankles cross at his lower back, and a relieved sigh emits from her as he pushes his cock into her.
He groans into her hair, then he starts moving.
To her, this feels way better than when she'd been on top. She thinks she might just come from the press of his body over hers. She's on fire.
One of her tit pasties chafes against his chest as he thrusts in and out of her.
They'd been forced to leave one of them on. She'd screeched when he'd peeled the other off, after getting to her apartment. It had hurt a lot more than it should have. Likely because she'd become sunburnt around the edges of the flower shaped sticker. The sunblock had been applied too little, too late.
They fuck like this for a while longer, but Sasuke's taking too long to come. He doesn't think he's going to get there, too tired and distracted to finish, so he gives up.
Pulling out of her, he decides to go down on her instead. Her fingers tug lightly at his hair, brushing through the strands absently, while his head is between her legs.
He's looking at her face intently while he eats at her. Though her eyes are half shut, she peeks down and back at him.
"I love you," she says, wistfully. Then, she comes into his mouth.
He doesn't say it back, but he knows he still feels it for her too.
It's the next day and Sakura is feeling out of sorts from the day prior, her equilibrium unbalanced. Sasuke had slept over at her house and currently she's lingering next to her bed, looking down at him while he sleeps.
He's on his side, hugging a pillow to his body and facing away from her side of the bed. His back had been to her all night.
They've only spent the night together one other time during this period of separation. That night after they'd gotten drunk at the pool hall. Sakura finds herself getting agitated.
She wants to breach this wall that's sprung up between them and then move forward. But it's hard, when her lover had the emotional capacity of a fucking toothpick.
It's not that he's emotionless, she knows that. It that he's so emotional, that he doesn't know how to talk about or verbalize any of what he's feeling. Instead, letting it swirl around inside of him until it either combusts spectacularly or until it becomes an isolated and untouched thing he stores away and never addresses.
Sakura prefers when he explodes and airs it out. At least then, it's out in the open.
He's usually okay after a rare bout of bitching about it too. The route where he says nothing until the problem goes away, is bad. This isn't going to just go away.
They need to talk about it. Work through it. This shell of what they once had together, is taking a toll on her.
She wants her boyfriend back.
For now, she lets him sleep longer. As annoyed as she is with him, she can tell that he's more relaxed than he's been in a while, from the loose set of his facial features.
Sasuke wakes up in Sakura's bed at half past noon. He blinks several times in quick succession, staring at the closed door of her closet. It's in his line of sight, since he's lying on the side of his body as he wakes.
Rubbing at his eyes, he reaches a long arm towards her bedside table. His phone is resting there and it's plugged into a charger.
He hadn't been very inebriated yesterday, so the events that had transpired at the festival and everything he'd done with Sakura afterwards aren't very hazy.
Unplugging the device, he unlocks it and squints at the too bright screen, lowering the backlight before skimming through missed messages.
Most of them are from Naruto. Some are from late last night, asking him if he's trying to keep raging. The rest are from this morning, asking if he's alive.
There's two from Ino. One from the night before, the tone slightly panicked, asking if Sakura is with him. It's followed up by a note sent an hour ago, calling him a jerk.
Fuck off, he thinks.
He's assuming Sakura had been in contact with her friend after these were sent, letting her know about her whereabouts.
Not responding to any of these texts, he locks the screen and drops the phone next to him. Then he's cracking his knuckles and getting off of Sakura's bed.
He's not wearing any clothes. Certain that he still has a fair amount of clothing in her closet, he yanks the doors open and spots a section of it that indeed has a good deal of his stuff in it.
It's not like he'd removed any of her things from his house either.
Grabbing what he needs, he throws a couple things on, then slinks out of her room and disappears into her hallway bathroom.
Sakura's on her couch, watching some trash on her TV and nursing a mug of tea when he finally emerges.
"How'd you sleep?" she murmurs.
Choosing not to reply, he trudges towards her kitchen. The tea she's drinking looks good and he wants some.
He'd slept better than he had in months and he's not going to tell her that because he's pretty sure she'd already figured that out. The fact that she hadn't woken him up and let him sleep past noon, makes that obvious to him.
Sakura leaves her mug behind, then follows him into the kitchen, eyeing him tensely while he opens and closes the cabinet she keeps her cups in. Standing near one of her counters, she wrings her hands together, before she stops and keeps them clasped.
"We need to—we need to talk about it," she says.
Sasuke glances at her dispassionately, then looks back down to his task of pouring hot tea from her kettle, into a cup.
She drinks it out of a coffee mug, but he prefers to drink it out of a glass tea cup.
"There's nothing to talk about," he says. "You made a choice and now we're living through it."
"But this," she gestures between the two of them. "This isn't healthy!" she yells.
When he responds, his tone is deceptively calm and Sakura's fight or flight response is immediately triggered.
"You know what's not healthy?" he questions.
Abandoning the tea in favor of setting her straight, he rounds on her. Stalking towards her in a way that has her swallowing in apprehension.
Sakura backs away from him, until she's out of the kitchen and in the short hallway that leads to her dining and living area.
"Not having the courtesy to tell your boyfriend of four years, that you're fucking pregnant!" he bites out.
Sakura's back hits the wall of the narrow hallway as he crowds her space. Her eyebrows are drawn together and she's blinking rapidly, attempting to keep her tears at bay.
Sasuke is breathing hard in her face and his hand slaps against the wall, near her head.
Sakura flinches at the show of aggression, but attempts to stand her ground.
"This isn't—this isn't talking about it!" she cries.
His eyebrows furrow at her escalating upset. Suddenly feeling awful, he hangs his head forwards in shame.
This is why he'd avoided breaching this subject in greater detail to begin with. He was aware that he'd be terrible at controlling his inexplicable rage.
He lifts his other hand and rests his palm flat against one side of her abdomen.
Sakura inhales sharply at the physical contact and her eyes shut as she tries to control her breathing.
Sasuke lets his head drop farther, so his forehead is resting against her shoulder. Stooped over invading her space, has him feeling simultaneously repulsed and comforted. Repulsed by what he's deemed to be a betrayal of his trust, but comforted by just being close to her.
"We need to see a therapist," she says. "To work through it."
Sasuke hates therapists. He hates psychologists. He hates psychiatrists. He hates counselors. He'd had his fill of every type of 'ist in the dictionary, early on in his life, to ever want to see one again.
He glares at Sakura with his arms crossed, as they sit on opposite ends of this yet to appear, therapist's couch.
Right now he hates Sakura a bit too.
If she had just told him to begin with, they wouldn't be in this fucking mess. Or maybe they would be. He's not actually sure anymore.
It's saying something, that he'd agreed to this for her. It's saying a lot.
When the therapist Sakura has selected walks in, he's wearing a face mask and a fucking eye patch.
Oh my fucking god, Sasuke thinks.
He shoots Sakura the dirtiest look in his arsenal.
This is the guy you fucking picked? he questions, nonverbally.
Sakura's good at reading him. Cringing, she lifts her hands to gesture helplessly, then she shrugs at Sasuke in apology.
She mouths, "his reviews were good!" at him, while their goofy looking therapist is looking away from them, his lone eye rotated up towards the ceiling.
Sasuke rubs his fingers into his temples to quell his impending headache.
Their therapist is a seemingly good natured man, named Hatake Kakashi. After they've all exchanged introductions, Sasuke begrudgingly decides that he's been seen by worse people than this. Sasuke had let Sakura do most of the talking and explaining, providing a word or sentence of his input when necessary.
He's relaxed enough that he's stopped crossing his arms. Instead resting one of them on the couch's armrest. The other is placed loosely in his lap.
At present, his head is turned in Sakura's direction while she talks, glumly eyeing her while she tells Kakashi how she's feeling.
The one eyed man has somehow gotten her into a state of word vomit. Every thought and reason behind her decision is spilling out of her lips from a few well worded lines of questioning. Sasuke supposes that his own manner of asking 'why' had been too callous for her to want to respond to.
Sakura reveals that she'd freaked out, briefly considered keeping it, but when she'd concluded that she wasn't ready, she didn't want to disappoint him. Her doubts were strong and she was worried he'd be upset, hearing that the timing was all wrong for her.
She looks from Kakashi to Sasuke, taking a deep breath before saying the next part.
"So… so I thought I could just do it and never tell you," she says, shakily.
Sasuke's eyebrow lifts and his lip is downturned, but he lets her keep going.
"But then I got overwhelmed by the guilt of keeping it from you!" she says, anguished.
Paired with being a hormonal and anxious wreck, it came out the way it did and unfolded the way it did.
Sasuke lifts a hand up at her, then drops it.
"It's your body. If you didn't want it, fine."
Admittedly, he's slightly bothered that she didn't want it, but he's certain he would have gotten past that. This, he doesn't say.
Sakura frowns here. He'd said that to her already, albeit in a more vulgar manner, but she's worried he's going to clam up and make this difficult. Biting her lip, she glances at Kakashi.
He's just sitting across from them, one leg crossed over the other, exposed eye crinkled as he looks between the two of them.
Sakura's considering asking him to intervene, when Sasuke continues talking.
"I just can't get over that you didn't tell me first," he starts, slowly.
Sakura looks to him, her lip trembling.
"That you didn't want me…" he trails off. He makes sure she's looking him in the eye before he finishes. "...Didn't want me to be there for you."
They hold each other's gaze for a full minute. The room is silent. Sakura lets out a sob. It's not of sadness, but more akin to relief. All she'd wanted was for him to say what he was feeling out loud. Now that he's done it, she feels a heavy mass lift off of her. It disintegrates into the air. Dissolving.
"I'm sorry," she says, quietly. "I made a mistake. I should have told you first."
Sasuke looks at the trembling woman in front of him. She's the love of his life and hadn't stopped being that, even through this mess. He can acknowledge that with certainty, to himself.
There's no one else.
Sakura's eyes widen as she looks back at him. Something in his features had conveyed the gist of that to her, and she sniffles and laughs softly. Wiping her hand across her nose.
Sasuke's handing her a Kleenex across the couch, since the box had been resting on the end table near his side of it, when they both jump at the sound of Kakashi clapping his hands together.
They'd forgotten he was even there.
"Seems like good progress!" he bellows.
Sasuke tries not to scowl at him. The guy had barely fucking said anything, and he was charging them an arm and a leg an hour. Their therapist informs them they'll take a break, then split to talk with him one on one.
Sakura had pushed Sasuke to go first. Which is why he's finding himself alone with the masked, eye-patched, silver haired professional.
How old is he? Sasuke thinks.
The guy looks ageless.
The crinkle of Kakashi's eye as he looks at him from across the room, might imply that he's smiling at him. Sasuke does not necessarily like this, so he stares back at him with a straight face.
"So how do we rebuild your trust in her?" Kakashi questions, lightly.
Sasuke lifts a shoulder.
"I don't fucking know."
Isn't that why they were here?
"Does her apology help as a first step?" Kakashi asks.
"…Yes," Sasuke admits, reluctantly.
Kakashi nods his head, staying intentionally silent for a minute. Sasuke does not fill the silence, because he knows this trick.
"You guys obviously want to make it work…" Kakashi leads.
No fucking shit.
"I still—I still love her," Sasuke says to him. "I've just never been this mad at her before."
Kakashi nods again, his hand lifting to his face. He taps a finger against his chin in thought.
"So how were you dealing with your anger this whole time?" he questions.
Sasuke lifts a shoulder, looking drained.
"Going through the motions," he says. "Acting detached on purpose."
Kakashi's next couple questions are shot out in a rapid fire fashion.
"On purpose? Why?"
"I don't know," Sasuke responds. "To piss her off."
"What did that do for you?" Kakashi asks, next.
Sasuke clenches his jaw.
"Your question is annoying me," he bites out.
Kakashi tries not to laugh at the behavior of the more sullen half of this couple. It wouldn't do, to irritate this kind of patient after a breakthrough.
"You're still pissed off now aren't you?" he questions, instead.
"…Yes."
"So would you say your coping method was poor?" he asks now, lightly.
Obviously, Sasuke thinks.
Sasuke looks at the ground in response, causing him to spot one of Sakura's rings, glimmering on the floor. It's near where she'd been seated earlier. He bends over to grab at it since it had likely slipped off her finger.
"Fuck off," he grumbles, straightening up.
Kakashi observes what he's doing in silence, noticing him tuck his significant other's jewelry into his t-shirt's breast pocket with more care than necessary.
"Fair enough."
Sakura looks at the older man in front of her, smiling uncomfortably before she speaks.
"I mean... we 'broke up' but…"
Kakashi cuts in here.
"Why the air quotes?" he asks.
Sakura blushes, moans, then buries her face into her hands. She looks back up at their therapist, then says, "Sasuke's going to kill me for over sharing!"
From the small amount of his face that she can see, Kakashi briefly looks alarmed.
"Is he actually going to kill you?" he asks.
If so, he'd need to keep them separated and potentially involve the authorities. Sasuke seemed like a decent enough guy, but in his professional experience, sometimes those quiet, handsome types, ended up being quite literally murdery.
If there is a possibility of domestic violence, it's his duty to intervene.
Sakura lifts her hands and waves them back and forth in a panic.
"No! No! He's just kind of a private person so it's," she trails off, her eyes darting to the side of the room before looking back at Kakashi.
He nods at her to continue.
"We told our friends we broke up, but we were still sleeping with each other regularly after," she admits.
Kakashi uncrosses his legs, and jots down a quick note. He had a notepad on his lap, apparently forgotten, but whatever she's said here has him writing on it.
"It didn't actually feel like we really broke up?" Sakura continues.
Their therapist looks up at her, then asks, "What did it feel like?"
Sakura looks down, picking at the underside of a nail on her left hand. She stretches the appendage out in front of her and frowns. She could have sworn she'd worn two rings on her middle finger, rather than just one.
"I don't know," she says. "More like a pause?"
Kakashi nods, but stays quiet. This tactic didn't seem to work on Sasuke, but Sakura is taking the opportunity to fill in ALL of the silences.
"And the sex was like, extra passionate!" she exclaims, now gesturing wildly with her hands.
Kakashi's lone eye has widened marginally, but Sakura's too engrossed in providing contextual details to notice.
"Like… really hot," she continues, wistfully.
She's quiet for half a minute, appearing to daydream, but shakes herself out of it when Kakashi clears his throat.
Sakura glances at him, cheeks rosy, before speaking again.
"But he was being such a dick, trying to act indifferent just to prove a point," she grumbles.
Sakura now slaps her hands against her thighs, which against Kakashi's will, has him straightening up in order to hide the jump of surprise he'd made in his seat.
"He has past trauma," she says. "I don't know if that's the reason he gets like this?"
Kakashi jots this down too, though he'd already figured this out from their group session. Sasuke was no stranger to this type of conversational setting, and it showed.
"So why didn't you tell him about the abortion?" Kakashi questions.
At the sight of Sakura's fingers clenching into her thighs, Kakashi attempts to placate the more expressive half of this couple.
"He's not here right now," he adds on. "You obviously want to make it work. Otherwise you wouldn't have come."
Sakura nods, then says, "Of course! I really—I really care about him."
Her eyebrows draw together and she groans.
"I just… I—" she sounds like she might start hyperventilating.
Kakashi lifts his hand up.
"Sakura. It's fine. Take a deep breath."
Her fingers lace together while she inhales and exhales, then she asks, "You won't say anything to him, will you?"
Kakashi shakes his head before responding with, "Not unless you want me to."
Sakura gives him a curt nod, her long pink hair shifting against her shoulders with the motion.
"Sometimes… he can be overwhelming?" she provides. She clicks her tongue, after a brief pause. Then adds on, "Maybe the better word is overbearing?"
Kakashi says nothing, waiting for her to continue. At this rate, he might as well pay Sakura. She's talking herself through the resolution of most of her issues. Sometimes that's all a patient needed though; an outside person to vent at and get an opinion from.
"I just wanted to be alone without all that," she says. "I thought I could just do it and it wouldn't be a big deal. Like getting a tooth pulled?"
Kakashi is not a woman, so he can't relate to being pregnant and undergoing an abortion, but he's got enough sense to know that it's not a light procedure.
"I've never been pregnant before!" she exclaims, narrowing her eyes at him. He hadn't responded, but she's finding a need to explain herself. "I didn't know it would feel like that."
Kakashi adjusts his body in his chair, then asks, "Like what?"
Sakura's eyes fall to the clock behind his head, before she divulges how shitty she felt. How her mood and her body and everything felt scrambled. How she felt guilty for not telling Sasuke.
"I—I needed him after and because I hadn't told him, I couldn't…" she trails off.
Kakashi nods at her. Her session is taking longer than Sasuke's, but he's going to be nice and waive the extra overtime fee he'd normally charge others, since he likes these two.
"Do you regret doing it?"
Sakura shakes her head in the negative, then tucks some of her hair behind a pierced ear.
"No. I just regret keeping it from him and I don't know how to get him to forgive me."
Kakashi shuts his notepad. They'll need to wrap up soon.
"It'll take time," he says. "I think he'll come around though."
Sakura pouts, but then smiles softly. She thinks so too.
The couple's therapy helps.
They'd needed that third party to talk it through, too personally invested to try and reason with each other alone.
Right now they're on a date. Their first one in months. The blip in their relationship had been unexpected, but somehow, Sakura feels closer to Sasuke than before.
Once in a while he acted so aloof and unbothered by everything, that she'd forget how complex a person he was. She's looking at the scowl on his face from underneath her bangs. Watching him figure out the type of restaurant she'd brought him to is endearing.
Sasuke is narrowing his eyes at the menu on his phone with suspicion. Almost every item listed on it has tomato as an ingredient and it's definitely not a coincidence. He likes tomatoes.
Sakura hides her knowing smirk behind her hand. Her elbow is resting on the table in front of her and she's looking down at her phone screen too, at the menu she'd scanned to life from the table's QR code sticker.
"What are you in the mood for?" she questions, lightly. "Tomato? Or… tomato?"
Sasuke kicks her foot under the table. It's a playful nudge, which causes her to squeal in mock outrage.
"Stop that!"
"Make me," he mutters.
"That can be arranged," she says.
Being out together again is nice.
A return to their normal sex life is nice too.
Sakura's eyes are shut, her head leaned back while she straddles his lap. His cock is in her and she's moaning while she rocks against him slowly. His dark eyes are only on her. On her face and her body and her hair while she moves on top of him.
He's sitting, naked, on an armchair in her living room, legs slightly spread apart and feet on the ground while Sakura presses against him.
Her legs are tucked behind and underneath her, her feet resting against the tops of his thighs. He'd been holding her at her back, but one of his hands moves to her chest, sliding slowly down the front of her body.
His fingers stop at her pussy, to rub at her clit. She straightens up and opens her green eyes dazedly, to look back at him.
Both of Sakura's palms had been pressed against his chest, but she lifts a hand off of him and runs it through her hair, tossing the long mane so it's out of the way, over her shoulder.
He readjusts the hand at her back, so he can feel the soft strands between his fingers while he holds her.
When she grinds into him with greater force, it pulls a deep groan out from his throat. As a result, he takes his hand off her cunt and grabs at her free hand, guiding it to rest on the side of his face.
Sakura continues to lift herself on and off of him, but she drops her forehead against his, pressing the tip of her nose to his and breathing in his oxygen.
They kiss sloppily here, the feel of this return to normalcy a major comfort. Sakura's tongue is making its way between his teeth, licking at the inside of his mouth while she moves her full lips against his without coming up for air.
His fingers tighten into her back and he hugs her closer to himself, until her chest is pressing against his. Her hand remains resting against his skin, trapped between their bodies. Her other hand, held by his, stays near his neck.
With difficulty, he pulls his mouth off hers to breath, then he's moaning with no shame as he comes inside of her. Sakura's staring at him from up close, noting all the changes in his expression while he orgasms from making love to her.
It didn't feel like the rough and raw fucks they were having the past couple months. Sakura's zoned out, thinking about how aggressive sex compares to this kind of sex, so she misses the first half of what he says.
"...love you."
She blinks at him, then attacks his mouth again, causing him to lean farther back into the plush armchair. His hand finds its way to her cunt again, this time moving against it enough to make her come hard.
She keeps her mouth close to his, her tongue licking at his lower lip while she moans hotly at the tightening of her pussy. The orgasm is intense and his dick is still hard and inside of her while she goes through it. Her body is trembling against his, so he wraps both arms around her and holds her close.
Sakura tucks her face into the side of his neck and wraps her arms around his shoulders too, their limbs tangled together tightly. It's quiet for a while, as she rests against him, catching her breath.
He's bigger than her and more muscular. The softness of her in his arms is something he hasn't put a lot of focus on since the 'break-up,' but right now he maps every part of her that's touching him and commits how it feels to memory.
Sasuke breaks the silence first, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates against her body, since she's pressed against him so intimately.
"I was going to ask you to marry me," he says. "Before."
Sakura swallows, then bites her lip.
Before we went through this thing.
"O-oh?" she questions, hesitantly.
He nods against her, but doesn't say anything more. Sakura's quiet for a while, afraid to ask.
"Do you—do you still want to… eventually?" she questions.
It's obviously not a great idea to get engaged after their biggest fight, but talking about it with each other now, seems like progress.
Like it's something they're planning and discussing together. Deciding to do together. At some point. Down the line.
"Yeah," he responds.
Sakura straightens up, so she can look at his face. His dark hair is in his eyes, so she moves it out of the way and cups his cheek with her small hand.
She nods at him, the corner of her lip turned up.
"...Sorry," he says, looking back at her somberly. "For being upset for so long."
Her legs are starting to cramp up, so she makes a face of discomfort, lifting herself up so his cock slides out of her.
He hisses at the sudden movement, but Sakura's now grabbing at both sides of his face and staring at him like she's looking for something. She's still on top of his lap, but the way she's kneeling over him is uncomfortable on his thighs now.
He grips at one of her wrists, then says, "What?"
Sakura crinkles her nose at him, then loosens up, letting go of his face, but placing her hands onto his shoulders so that she can get off of him.
"Nothing," she says. "Just making sure it's really you. You like, never apologize!" she says, laughing.
She's turning from him, about to walk away, but he pulls at her arm to stop her.
He's about to open his mouth, to tell her that he really means his apology. But she pushes a finger against his lips and bends over, grinning at him stupidly.
She's still very naked and so is he. The only difference is that she's standing between his legs now and he's still sitting down, his dick soft and his face dangerously close to pouting.
"I know you mean it. Don't worry," she says.
She moves her finger from silencing his lip, to the bottom of her own chin. His grip around her other wrist tightens while she feigns thought.
"I don't need to apologize again though? Do I?" she whines. "Because I did it once already!"
He shakes his head at her. No.
"Good. Now let go," she demands, shaking her arm out of his grasp. "I'm cold. I need to put clothes on!"
Once she's turned her back, he smacks at her bare ass, causing her to yelp and whip around.
He's looking at her like he hadn't just left a noticeable red handprint on her backside, an eyebrow raised in question.
Sakura sputters at him, unsure how to react. Then he's standing up and crowding her, making her walk back a few steps.
"What are you doing?" she questions, playfully.
She's screeching once he's grabbing at her, lifting her off the ground and into his arms, bridal style. Sakura slaps at his chest while he walks towards her bedroom.
"I don't need you to warm me up!" she yells. "I said that I was going to put clothes on!"
He scoffs at her, then mutters, "You can put them on later."
They don't really sleep that night.
FIN.
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