Disclaimer: The characters involved and the Naruto universe do not belong to me. This is a nonprofit fanfiction.
Rating: M
Pairing: Sasuke x Sakura
Context and timeline: A random, fluffy slice of their life together. As for the timeline, this takes place after the war with them as a married couple. Enjoy!
Synopsis: Sasuke could never quite "acquire the taste" for coffee, so it all tasted the same to him, but the blend definitely mattered to her. He didn't quite appreciate coffee, but he appreciated her appreciation.
Mocha Java
Sasuke rolled to the side, wide awake, his eyes lingering on her. Sakura was peacefully asleep, her breath soft and even, the faintest smile curving her pretty lips. Gently, he stroked her pink hair, hoping to wake her up slowly, delicately, but his wife remained fast asleep.
He would have to take more drastic measures. Sitting up in the bed, he reached for his dark grey robe and stepped out of the bed, heading downstairs. Sasuke made his way to the kitchen, grabbing the coffee pot to fill it with water in the sink, and then pouring it in the machine. After a glance outside - it was windy and grey, the kind of weather that made rain inevitable - he opened the cupboard, revealing an impressive collection of various blends of coffees.
Sasuke wasn't into coffee; he had never quite "acquired the taste" (whatever that meant) and it all tasted the same burned bitterness to him, no matter how cheap or fancy the blend. It all tasted the same to him, but the blend and quality mattered quite a lot to Sakura, who truly did appreciate a cup of nice coffee and could tell cheap from fancy with her eyes closed, and Sasuke, well... Sasuke appreciated her appreciation. He picked a bag of her favorite mocha java blend, adding the grounded coffee to the basket in the coffee machine and turned it on.
Now all he had to do was wait. If Sakura slept light enough, just the sound of the button being pushed could wake her up. Upstairs remained completely silent, though.
After that, there was a good chance the noises the machine was making would cause her to get up - not today, though. His wife was still clearly fast asleep in their bed.
After that, odds were, the smell of freshly brewed coffee would get her. Sasuke could swear Sakura had a sense of smell superior to Kiba's when it came to coffee, and it almost always woke her up if she was somehow still sleeping at that point.
But not that morning. Absolutely no movement were coming from upstairs. Sasuke waited a few minutes as the dark coffee dripped into the pot, amazed that Sakura was somehow still asleep at this point. Only his final trump card remained.
Once the coffee was done brewing, Sasuke put Sakura's favorite red mug on the ceramic counter, poured a cup of coffee, and added what she always described as "a dash" of cream. Sasuke knew enough about coffee to know that it must have been at least three dashes worth of cream, but this was a battle not worth fighting. Picking up a spoon from the drawer, he stirred the cream into the coffee.
As soon as the metal of the spoon hit the porcelain of the mug, he instantly heard Sakura's weight shift in the bed, nearly tumbling to the floor, then her bare feet on the wood as she walked down the stairs.
"Hi," she said, a lazy smile on her lips, nuzzling him.
"Hi," he replied with the faintest smile, his arm around her shoulders as she picked up the fresh cup of coffee.
She was still half-asleep, he knew it; she was never fully awake before her first cup of coffee, but even now, with sleepy eyes and I-jist-rolled-off-my-bed hair, she was gorgeous. She was barefoot, wearing his shirt from the night before, black with the Uchiha crest between her shoulder blades. The shirt was too long and large for her, covering her cute perky butt like a short dress would. Sakura closed her eyes, enjoying the smell of her cup of coffee for a short moment before she took a sip from her mug. Sasuke could not help the faint smile on his lips. Her enjoyment made him happy. Always.
"Mmh," she smiled, "It's perfect, thank you."
He planted a kiss on the top of her head as she took another long sip from the red mug, and she snuggled herself against him, the cup in her hand already half empty. Her jade eyes were fully open now; Sakura was finally truly awake. He stood behind her, his arm around her waist and his body in her back, simply enjoying her company and her presence as she enjoyed her coffee, sipping on it quietly. Her soft, pink hair smelled fruity and zesty, and he closed his eyes, taking in the scent in silence.
There was the sound of the empty mug on the counter, and then he felt her head resting on his chest as she glanced up at him. She was smiling now, the kind of suggestive smile that had an invitation attached to it, and Sasuke decided to accept her invitation, leaning in to kiss her.
Sakura tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her hand reaching up to bury itself in Sasuke's dark hair. Every time, every single time he kissed her it felt like the first time, complete with the longing and butterflies in her stomach. He cupped a breast in his hand, his fingers gently massaging the round, soft flesh through the dark fabric of her - his, actually - shirt. She moaned softly in response, arching her back against him, her butt pressed against a certain part of him that was growing harder. She felt it, no doubt, as she was now purposefully grinding her ass against his hardness, teasing him.
His hand slid down, touching her under the shirt now, causing her to shiver as he kissed her neck; her hand reached back, going through the folds of his robe until she could wrap her fingers around his manhood. There was a pleasured groan from Sasuke as Sakura's hand began pleasing him; she felt him throwing his head back, giving himself some time to enjoy the sensations that her warm hand provided, but he eventually stopped her. He was pressing against her from behind, and Sakura arched her back so she could welcome him properly.
She could not help the long moan that came from her as he filled her completely; she held onto the ceramic counter as best she could to anchor herself, delightful moans and whimpers coming from her as he slowly, gently thrust into her. With his hand under her chin, Sasuke tilted Sakura's face towards him, kissing her deeply, languorously as he made love to her. She felt so perfectly warm and tight around him, arching her back, pushing against him to allow him better access. It wasn't right, Sasuke thought for the hundredth time, it wasn't right that someone like him had someone so beautiful and kind in his life, and yet here she was - by his side, with him, in spite of everything.
Though he did not break the kiss, Sasuke's hand left her chin and slid down, between her breasts, down her flat stomach, until his fingers reached their destination between her legs. Sakura whimpered against his lips as jolts of pleasure coursed through her delicate body, grinding against him as he rubbed her so delightfully. Her fingers were buried in his black hair, stiff on his scalp; the kiss was feeling more and more desperate, and he could feel tension building up in her whole body, building up, and up, until she had to break the kiss, struggling to get air into her lungs, and the tension all crashed onto her as pleasure clouded her mind, clamping down on him. This is when Sasuke lost it, too, burying himself in her one last time, pushed over the edge by her moans and the sudden tightness around him.
She felt his arm around her waist as he held her, quite loosely but lovingly, while they were both coming down from their orgasm. He pulled out, kissing her forehead, while Sakura pouted.
"Now I have to take a shower."
"Mmh. Bummer."
She laughed softly, kissing his cheek before stepping away, making her way towards the stairs.
"Alone?" Sasuke tentatively asked.
Another laugh, and Sakura stopped herself in the middle of the stairs, slowly taking off Sasuke's shirt.
"Not necessarily," she winked at him over her shoulders before resuming her way upstairs, her naked body taunting him.
That was an even louder invitation than her smile earlier, Sasuke thought, following her upstairs.
