In all honesty he was shocked. He was surprised to find her there by the river, sitting and reading alone on top of a large rock. Her hair had grown incredibly long in this time of peace and now ran down to her hips.
To him each and every strand was pink licorice. Whenever he could he reveled in its silken texture and gentle warmth. To him her hair was one of her most beautiful features. To him it personified her, so noticeable and eye-catching, so beautiful and exotic and unique. He had tasted it a few times, when they fell into an awkward silence and they were close to one another. Normally he would say something wrong and she would hit him and for a brief moment her long hair fell between his lips.
Eagerly he would suck and lick her hair, relishing in its strawberry and vanilla he got from the brief moment. She never ever said anything to him about why her hair had gotten wet though she knew exactly how.
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: You all know what this is, no ownership over Naruto or Sakura or anything else. I'm just throwing my hat into a romantic ring here.
