(5) sasuke: trying
He wants you. Needs you, even, and it's the depth of wanting that bothers him more than this mess of a relationship that you're creating. At first, you're not sure if this is even real, then wonder if it's enough.
Sakura flickers into your mind. Does she know? Would she tell? She's not what you want to think about while you can still taste Sasuke on your lips, salt and something dark and sweet. Dark chocolate. Something rich.
You're not supposed to want him quite so badly, but you're damned if you don't. "I'm trying to keep this quiet," you catch yourself whimpering. He tenses, muscles pulling tight under the skin that you bit at moments earlier. The defensive rise that you can make melt into a puddle of heat and breath. He loves you. 'Quiet' isn't enough.
The conversation ends as it always does, slick, sweaty, and consumed under his skin. It's like breathing black fire.