-Blank Period-

Warnings: Sexual implications (no this is not a foot fetish oneshot, disgustang)

Rating: T, almost M


Sakura let out a quiet sigh as she slumped down into bed, the air cool with winter in the hotel room. She huddled closer to her husband, the warmth radiating from his body as he glanced down at her. With a soft look in his eye, his arm came down to curl around her shoulders, bringing her in so that they were arm-to-thigh.

"Are you alright?" His voice quietly rumbled.

"I'm fine," she responded, giving him a smile.

His eyes narrowed at that, but he didn't question her, only raising an eyebrow.

When she realized he didn't believe her, her cheeks heated up in a blush and she shyly looked down.

"... my feet are sore," she admitted.

Sasuke glanced toward them before he reached for the book on his lap and shut it, leaving it on the nightstand.

Sakura startled as his rested atop the blanket, trailing upwards as he pulled it off. "U- uh?! Sasuke-?"

He looked up, his charcoal irises peeking through long, dark lashes. Kami-sama, her husband was a beautiful man. "Lay back, Sakura."

She blushed, shivering at the way her name rolled off his tongue. "O- okay..."

He took one of her legs and positioned her swollen foot in his lap before a glowing purple arm appeared in place of his stump, and he got to work on her arches.

He kneaded his fingertips into her tender flesh and she lay her head back, sighing in content.

"Sasuke-kun," she whispered, her eyelids fluttering shut.

"Am I hurting you?" His fingers momentarily paused.

"No, never, please keep going," Sakura begged.

He obeyed, and when he moved to her ankles she let out a quiet moan in delight.

Her eyes startled open and she craned her neck to see what he was doing when she felt lips on the top of her foot. "Huh-?"

Sasuke looked up at her through his eyelashes again, and she swallowed at the intensity of the fire burning in his eyes as he pressed his lips to her joints. Once he was done with that foot, he moved onto the other.

That look could only mean one thing. When he casually moved her foot to rest on his knee, she understood, and her face burned redder. She squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip to keep her volume low when his fingers pressed into her tender flesh again.