A/N: I have always imagined their feelings for each other being intense and all-consuming. This was written on my phone in one sitting - it's short but I wanted to post it anyway. I recommend listening to In Between by 6lack ft. Banks as you read this (even though the lyrics do not suit this, the melody is beautiful!)
Incalescent – growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze
Incalescent
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It had been years since he had let himself get this physically close to someone.
He craved her touch; starved for it. Maybe it was to make up for all those years or maybe it was just Sakura. The effect she had on him made his heart stutter and brain malfunction.
All he could think about was her.
He wanted to touch her everywhere, to run his fingers and mouth across every inch of her skin like he was painting her in his memory for eternity.
He had known wrenching loss, and thought this would be no different. He did not want to lose her. He did not want to forget how it felt like to be wrapped up in her warmth, the scorching heat of her kisses or the euphony to her moans.
He felt foolish for chanting her name like a litany between kisses to her skin when he came up to breathe. All he could manage was a strangled, desperate Sakura. But he couldn't help himself, she was a goddess in his hands, an ethereal being that absolved his darkened soul.
She was no different though, whimpering his name every time he brought his hands upon her. Her body writhed and bucked, begging to be closer to him and closer to the release he could give her.
Her back arched as if she were growing wings. "S-Sasuke...ahh-!"
Her muffled screams fuelled him, and he found himself wanting to mar her body with his teeth, marking this moment so it didn't get lost in time.
He cursed, burying his face in her thigh for some sort of reprieve – he felt like he couldn't breathe, but at the same time his lungs were full and content with Sakura. She was overwhelming his senses and he didn't mind, coaxed himself further into her ensnare, even.
Sasuke almost felt selfish, wanting to take all of Sakura for himself. But he knew she wanted the same from him, so he let himself indulge in the contact he had sorely missed out on for most of his life. He loved watching her shiver and convulse around his fingers.
It was too much but not enough at the same time. He had to join themselves, but it went deeper than carnal need. He needed to merge his soul with hers, to mend his tarnished edges with her purity.
She could feel the force of his passion; it was clear he loved her, the way he urgently pressed himself closer against her. She could feel it too, the tight clench of her heart that yearned to be close to his.
"Sakura–" he cried, sounding utterly anguished as he finally took her. His breathing was strained and his face contorted as if he was pleading for exoneration from the gods.
She lost it underneath him, almost the exact moment he could no longer grasp onto control – her body became aflame with desire and their hips stuttered brutally into one another, the sharp bones digging into each other as they fought to be closer.
His prolonged groans echoed around them and he couldn't help himself, he buried his face in her neck and raced for completion, skin slapping against skin, his fingers digging harder into her waist.
"I can't–" Sakura sobbed, overflowing with emotion.
Every stroke of his hips was begging for forgiveness as he used her to purge himself of all of his past sins.
She felt so full, the coil wound tightly and burning within her. She joined him in his imploring, her body needed to burst and ascend.
"Sakura," he cried out once again, his voice broken.
They bloomed.