Cupid's Bedtime Stories
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Chapter 11: Sakura x Sasuke
Sasuke's kisses were never gentle. They were like the rest of him – cold, fierce, and demanding. Sakura endured, for something deeper than superficial lust. Despite his cold eyes, turned shoulder, and ever-present back, she remained.
Sasuke came to her when he needed her, and never the other way around. Sakura would never dream of speaking to Sasuke unless he wanted it. She would never dare to approach his house. But he came, often, in the middle of the night, filled with anger with no outlet. And so, she was here for him.
She took his abrasive kisses and bruising fingers and said not a word. She didn't even cry anymore when he almost-not-really forced sex(after all, if he wanted it, so did she – or at least, that's what she kept telling herself). But it still hurt to wake up and find the other half of her bed empty, to see him leave, to feel him be so cold. But she had to make certain sacrifices for Sasuke, to stay with him. She suffered through Sasuke's displacement for one reason – love. Sakura loved him, and she never doubted it.
She just wondered why it had to hurt so much.