Part Thirteen

Warning: Rated M.

SASUKE'S POV

Flashback - Part Two.

"Seriously?" Naruto scrunched his face in disbelief. "Not even a little?" He used to his fingers to express how small.

"No."

This was the third time he asked.

"Wow." He breathed and I glared at his cheeky face.

"What's the big deal?" I asked with a shrug.

"The big deal is that I've finally beat you at something." Naruto's eyes closed with his eat shit-grin.

"Hell no, dobe. Hinata would never." I did not believe a word that came from that ramen eating mouth.

His head bobbed up and down in a frantic motion, "you'd be surprised teme."

I searched his face for any clue that he was full of it, there's no way that Naruto managed to lose his V card before me.

"I don't believe it."

"Believe it!" He exclaimed, "ask her, she'll tell you."

I doubt that, I do not think I seriously want to know. He had been dating the girl for a year, once Naruto got over his feelings for Sakura; he started to notice Hinata a little more. One day it just happened, no one questioned them but everyone was a little curious as to how Naruto managed to get his head out of his ass long enough to ask the girl out.

"So you and Sakura?" He asked and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Nope. Not going there with you."

His tongue clicked against teeth, "and why not? I'm your best friend."

My eyes narrowed on his face.

"Fine, fine." He surrendered, "but at least talk to Itachi."

That is the last person I wanted to ask, since he has been gone and it is harder to keep our bond intact – he visits on holidays but it is quick and silent.

"Hn."

"So are you getting a limo? Ino managed to convince Shikamaru to rent one but only for them." He looked a little put out but I did not blame them. Everyone wants his or her privacy.

I shrugged, we have not really talked about Prom; Sakura seems to be walking on eggshells when the topic is brought up.

"Have you even asked Sakura?" Naruto's blue eyes lock with mine, and my silence gives me away. He sighs, "teme, teme, teme. What am I going to do with you?"

"What?" I asked a little irked and confused, what does it matter if I did not ask – we're going together.

"Prom is the next big thing that's not a wedding for girls. How can you be so smart and stupid at the same time?"

"You're one to talk, dobe. Sakura doesn't care about all that." I adverted my gaze from his.

"Are you sure?"

A nagging feeling creeped into my mind, I did not think she care. She has never asked for anything, she has never pestered me for dates or fancy gifts. She has never pushed, she let me lead but I cannot help but feel we have not really done anything remotely close to what our friends were doing.

Did that bother her? Did it bother her that I did not take her to the movies or to dinner? Did it bother her that I did not touch her? Kiss her or simply hold her hand when I had the chance.

Naruto looked concerned when I did not respond to his question, "I know you think Sakura's fine but a little effort isn't going to hurt anyone."

Effort.

Was Sakura truly happy?

My heart pained at the thought of her being miserable with me. Naruto made me realize that even if I know where we stand, Sakura may need a little more reassurance. She has given me more than I deserve.

I feel utterly selfish.

I stood up from Naruto's computer chair; it caught him by surprise when he noticed that I was leaving. "Where you going?" He asked.

"Out." I grabbed my jacket and was heading down the stairs when Naruto's loud yelling rang in my ears.

"I want details teme!"

I scowled and closed the front door; sometimes Naruto's worse than a girl.

Sakura should be home by now, student counsel let out early on Fridays and if I was lucky her parents shouldn't be home for another two hours.

The talk with Naruto made me feel the need to make sure that Sakura is satisfied with me, uh – our relationship.

I wipe my palms on my jeans before knocking against the cream-colored door; I can hear someone shuffling around the inside of the home. "Coming." I hear her shout and the door opens moments later. "Mrs. Hobi, I haven't seen-" The words die in her throat. "Sasuke?" She blinks, "what are you doing here?"

It hurts that she is so surprised to see me, as if she only expects to see me at school.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

She frowns, those green apple eyes look dull and it only intensifies the negative thoughts swimming in the back of my mind.

"Uh, alright." She opens the door and I hesitate at first but walk into her living room. She closes the door softly behind us, walks over to the white couch in the middle of her living room, and grabs the remote to turn down the Pandora that is playing on the TV. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone."

The coffee table is a mess with books and papers; it seems I interrupted her studying.

She is in shorts with a large T-shirt that looks more like a dress and her hair is down in messy waves. Her face is free of make-up and I wonder if I have ever witnessed her in her natural habitat.

Where she is free to be herself with books surrounding her like a fortress and Coldplay in the background.

I realize I'm staring at her because she's fidgeting and a blush tints her cheeks, "do you want to sit?" She brushes a lock of pink behind her pierced ear.

"Aa."

She smiles sweetly and I follow her to the couch, we sit close enough that our thighs are touching and I can feel the warmth radiating from her body. "What'd you want to talk about?"

How do I word this? I do not look at her but I feel her eyes on the side of my face, waiting to listen to my every word.

She is always waiting.

"Are you … are you happy Sakura?"

I can feel her shift beside me; she is facing me head on and I'm curious about her expression so I glance back at her.

She is frowning at me and my suspicions of her being unhappy increase ten-fold.

"Why would you ask me that?" Her brows knit together in confusion.

"Because we don't –" I sighed, this was harder than I thought. "We don't go out or do things together."

"Is that what you want?" She asks, and I'm a little annoyed that she answers my question with questions of her own.

"Is that what you want?" I counter. She looks away for a moment; I'm not prepared for her answer.

"Sometimes…" She whispers, but quickly back pedals. "But it is okay, Sasuke. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Her small hands placed in her lap; I reach over and hold one in mine; soft skin and red-painted nails.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

The blush darkens against her pale complexion, it makes my heart beat a little faster that she reacts so beautifully to my touch.

"I didn't want to ruin what we have." She answers honestly. "I'd rather have little pieces of you than nothing at all."

She wears her heart on her sleeve, she is vulnerable and exposed but she is brave and admirable.

"What did I do to deserve you?" I ask the universe because I do not have an answer. I place a small kiss to her palm, her green eyes sparkle. "You're too good to me."

If her face could get any redder, she would be my favorite fruit.

She bites her lower lip under my stare, and it is like gravity – a magnetic force that pulls me toward her because I cannot stop myself from kissing the corner of her mouth.

It is quick but sweet.

"Will you go to Prom with me?" I ask before I lose this feel good feeling that spreads through my chest.

She catches me off guard as she flings herself into my arms; she wraps her arms around my neck. "Yes!" She is a giggling mess.

The action bought my face closer to her neck, her hair tickled my nose but smelt like lavender and I cannot resist, I rubbed my nose against her delicate skin. She giggles a little more, "that tickles." She breathes against the shell of my ear.

Chills cover my arms at her innocent action.

I don't know what possessed me but if she smells this good, I couldn't imagine what her skin would taste like; I was playing a dangerous game when my tongue decides to taste her for itself. I placed a small kiss on her skin before my tongue caresses her, I almost groaned she tastes as sweet as she smells, and I suck at her pulse a little harder. I want to mark her with my lips.

Her arms tighten their hold around me and her breath hitches, "Sasuke."

She loosens her grip and green meets onyx, she completely flushed, and those memorizing green eyes fill with desire.

For me.

I lean in slowly to kiss her pink lips, she does not deny me. Not when I pulled her into my lap or when I ran my hands up her smooth thighs and over her back. Her thighs rested on either side of me as I buried my hands into her soft hair. The sensual sounds she makes set my blood on fire, and when she bites my bottom lip, I cannot control myself. I grip her waist in a bruising hold and grind her against me; she breaks away from my lips and groans.

"Sasuke."

No one says my name like Sakura does, ever since we got together; my name has this lovely ring to it.

Her nails scratch at my scalp and it leaves tingles down now my spine, I leave open-mouth kisses up her throat until I get to the shell of her ear, "yes Sa-ku-ra?" My whisper is husky and I can tell she is affected by it; her thighs squeeze me little tighter and I feel her rub against me.

Her breasts press firmly against my chest. She is warm everywhere.

It takes a moment to realize that we literally dry humping on her living couch but I cannot seem to focus on anything that is not soft or pink. When she rolls her hips, I groan against her neck leaving lazy kisses against her skin, I drag my lips back to hers in a smearing kiss that is full of tongue and teeth.

"Sakura."

Her name slips from my lips after she sucks on my tongue. Holy fuck. The feeling shot straight to my groin.

We are caught up in each other's hands and lips that we do not hear the key in the lock or the front door opening. We are completely lost in one another until I hear the living room door slam.

Shit.

Sakura tensed, I completely froze – an eternity practically went by before her father cleared his throat.

Sakura came too before I did because she is hopping off my lap so fast that she stumbles over her own feet.

"Daddy." She robbed of her own breath, the fire of passion inflamed on her face. "Eh, it's not – Sasuke." She harshly whispers and knocks me from my trance from admiring the look on her innocent face.

She is giving me this pointed stare, oh! I readjust myself and Sakura's caught watching; a small smirk plays on my face but now is not the time.

I stand and face Mr. Haruno; whom I have never met and honestly, I wish I never did because he is plotting a thousand ways to murder me and get away with it.

"I think your friend needs to leave Sakura." He posture screams authority even with lighter pink hair than Sakura's. He is in a navy blue business suit with a leather briefcase in one hand, he probably had a terrible day in the office and comes home to find me tongue deep in his daughter's mouth.

"Uh, sir this is my fau—"

He interrupts me. "Now, Sakura." He demands.

My shoulders fall and Sakura frowns but does not argue, I'm dying to escape this living room when a few moments ago I didn't want move; I could live on Sakura's couch with her wrapped around me.

Her father walks into what I assume is the kitchen while Sakura leads me to the front door, "I'm sorry." She leans against the opening.

I'm on the front porch, "it's not your fault. I should be the one who's sorry." She is going to be grounded for life because I could not keep my hands to myself.

She shyly looks away from me, "I liked it, a lot."

My heart races at her confession. Not bad Uchiha. I almost feel smug about it.

"Me too." Glossy green eyes snap back to mine, "I'd like to do it again." The look she gives me is so alluring; it is as if she is begging me to steal her away.

I want too.

"So Prom?" She asks. Anything to keep me here longer.

"I'll pick you up at 6."

She looks confused, "Prom isn't till 8."

"Aa, but I'd like to take you to dinner first."

A smile so big it deepens her dimples that adore her face and her eyes light up when she looks back at me; so such is still unsaid between us but I can feel it, there's something there I just need to find the words.

"Okay." I can tell she is containing her excitement, and it is adorable.

I lifted two fingers and poked her forehead softly, "I'll see you tomorrow."

She waits until I'm in my car to close her front door, this feeling hasn't left my chest as I drove home. It is calming and yet powerful and radiant; I did not think I could feel such an emotion. I cannot even describe it fully and until I can figure it out, I will not be able to tell Sakura what she truly means to me.

Itachi answered after the second rang. "Ototo, is that you?"

"You have caller ID, aniki." I rolled my eyes. "You know it's me."

"Aa, you have to admit it's a little surprising that you're calling me at all."

Tell me about.

"I need advice." I do not have much time; in fact, I have until tomorrow.

"Advice?"

"Aa."

"From me?" He questioned.

My eyebrow ticked in annoyance. "Dammit, aniki. Nevermind."

He chuckled.

"No, no wait. I'm sorry ototo. It's just you don't ever ask for anything much less advice."

"Are you done?" Annoyance evident in my tone.

"What it is? School? College? You already know you can move in with me here."

He sighed, "No, it's not school… it's someone."

"Ah, alright. Go on."

"Girls – not girls, I mean -" I could not get out what I was trying to say.

Sasuke, are you trying to tell me something?"

A smirk was in his voice.

"If you'd shut up I could." I exclaimed.

Silence.

"Her name is Sakura Haruno and I think I love her."

There it is out in the open, well between two brothers.

"You think or you know?" Itachi asked. He was entirely focused on what I has to say.

"I don't know, I'm not sure yet. Which is why I need advice." I laid in my bed with my hand thrown over my eyes.

"I've never loved anyone, romantically ototo."

I frowned; I never thought of that possibility, women flocked to Itachi like ants to sugar.

"Seriously?" I questioned.

"Tell me about her." He was genuinely curious about the young girl that managed to capture his little brother's heart.

My older brother was flawless at everything so the fact that he dodged my question only added to my curiosity but I would let it go for now.

I thought about what he asked, "you remember the little pink-haired girl?"

"HER." Itachi deadpanned. I mentally cursed myself for this stupid mistake; I was better off figuring it out on my own.

"Yes, it's her." I admit. My twelve-year-old self was in for the shock of his life.

"I thought she was annoying?" If I could see my brother, I know his face would hold a sly smile.

I groaned, "she was but then something happened and even I'm not sure when. One day I was fine, completely normal — a regular day in school and I noticed it."

"Noticed what exactly?" Itachi was fishing for information.

I could feel my ears burn, "her, Sakura. It's weird because she's always around, and then one day I noticed the way my chest would tighten when she'd smile at me or how nervous I'd be when she simply brushed up against me."

"Are you sure you're not just attracted to her?"

I scowled, "of course I am, but that's not all."

"Explain?"

"I like spending time with her; she's extremely gentle and kind. She is smart and does not push. It's as if she knows what I need before I even do."

That sounded stupid.

Itachi had never heard anything sweeter come from his little brother, he was silently grateful to this Sakura.

"But I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything." I breathed; this whole situation was dwelling on my nerves.

A moment went by.

"I think you'll be fine ototo." Itachi smiled into the phone, "I'd love to meet her."

I sat up quickly, "when you're ready." He added.

"I have to go now, but I'm happy for you."

"You didn't answer—"

"You'll figure it out." He interrupted, "Bye ototo."

He hung up shortly after, and I huffed in frustration because he neglected my question. I raided Itachi's old closet for his black suit, it used to be our fathers. It is nothing special, but it will do for the occasion; I wondered what Sakura chose for Prom.

I would find out tomorrow, if the nerves did not kill me first.

Her front door is staring me in the face, I contemplate running but I'm already a jaded person, I don't want to add coward to the list.

I have to face her father eventually, I took a deep breath and knocked twice, I heard Sakura shout, "Come in."

I stepped inside her living room but she was nowhere, "Sakura?" I called out as I glanced around the room.

"Stay downstairs I'm almost done." Her voice came from upstairs, I wondered where her parents were but I was relieved I did not have to see her father so soon.

I walked around her living room, family pictures decorated their walls; Sakura was small child with same expressive eyes that she possesses now. I was so interested in the photos I did not realize she was close behind me.

"Sasuke." That soft voice caused me to flinch, she laughed lightly. I quickly turned toward her and the words died in my throat.

She was stunning in this rose-gold dress, long legs and dainty feet strapped in sparkly heels. Pink curls in lovely up-down hairstyle, pouty glossed lips and her bright green eyes framed in light eyeshadow.

"What do you think?" She bravely asks, I can tell she is nervous by the shyness in her eyes. She does a little twirl and I smile at her at her ability to make feel multiple things at once.

"You're lovely." I confess, "completely breathtaking." The words left my mouth before I could give them a second thought, I'm glad I didn't hesitant because her expression was worth it – even if I was slightly nervous about messing all this up.

"You're not so bad yourself." She complements with a sweet smile, I'm glad I decided to brush my hair out of my face.

I walked forward and handed her a plastic container, "I'm not sure what you preferred..." I rubbed the back of my neck.

She opened the gift with care, "oh, Sasuke... it's perfect." She pulled out a freshly bloomed white mixed with pink Orchid. "Thank you." Her green-eyes are angelic, and filled with so much happiness that it spills over, causing a rosy blush to tint her cheeks.

I would do anything she asks when she looks at me like that, her praise causes my ears to burn.

I nodded my head, "are you ready?"

"Yes." She smiles.

Dinner with Sakura felt very intimate, her shy little giggles or when she talks about something that she is passionate about her eyes shine so brightly in the room. Everything she does is beautiful to me, even how she eats with proper table manners. She is giving parts of herself to me just by sharing her thoughts and secrets, I feel completely at ease when I'm with her.

I could listen to her for hours and bask in her presence.

However, our time ends and we have to meet up with our friends at the Hotel the school rented for the night. We decided to not rent a room much like our friends did, the pressure would be suffocating. We decided to just let it happen, and if it did not we would always have another opportunity. When Sakura brought up the topic of sex over dinner, I nearly choked on my water but it was a topic that needed addressing.

The Hotel is decorated in elegant glitters and golds, the music was good and soon Ino and Ten swept Sakura away, I remain off to the side with Naruto and the rest of the guys.

"Are you staying here too?" Naruto asked Shikamaru. The lazy boy sighed; he placed his hands behind his head, "yes." Even though Shikamaru is a lazy ass I can tell he is looking forward to the end of the night and not because it is a drag.

"Wow, Shika you don't sound lazy at all." Naruto teased, "and you?" He nudged my shoulder.

"No." I glanced in Sakura's direction, she was laughing at something Ten Ten mentioned. My greedy eyes soaked in her appearance trying to commit it to memory. Her eyes flicker to mine and she pretty smile graced her face.

A flash went off at the side of my face, "Wha— Naruto." I scowled.

"It was a precious moment." He argues. "I'm going to send it to Sakura." He shoves the phone in my face, it is a simple photo but he managed to capture a small smile on my lips.

I do not argue.

Naruto and Hinata won Prom King and Queen, Sakura's almost in tears when they dance under the spotlight. It is the last song of the night and I mustered up the courage to dance with Sakura to slow song that allowed me to finally embrace her. She rested her cheek against my chest and I'm sure she could feel the pounding of my heart, because having Sakura this close is intoxicating, her smooth skin, her vanilla scent and the warmth that she cares with her inside and out. Not to mention everyone is watching as we move under the twinkly lights to a song I do not recognize but I will find it some other time.

We swayed into one another and I placed a chaste kiss to her temple, it felt so good, holding her this way, sharing these moments with her. I realized in that moment that I love her, that all of the conflicting emotions that have plagued my heart and mind all to point to the simple fact that I love Sakura so much.

I loved the way she said my name, I loved the way she felt in my arms. I cared about her; I wanted to protect her from all things that could ruin her. I wanted to be the reason for her happiness; I wanted her love all to myself.

The consuming feeling that is swirling around inside of me is because of this sweet girl and her stubbornness. She has been a constant thorn in my side, a lingering presence that I could not escape and I never want too. She has been a blessing in my life and I now that I know, I do not think I can let her go.

I loved every inch of her, now if I could only tell her.

The night ended and we said our good-byes, I assumed I was taking her home but she requested something that completely left my mouth dry.

"Can I stay with you?" Her innocent voice shouldn't have affected me so strongly but having her in the privacy of my home, wearing that dress, sitting on my black cotton sheets - I felt like a Grade A pervert. It is not as if Sakura offered anything else, she simply did not want to go home.

"What about your parents?" I asked cautiously.

She shrugged her slender shoulders, "they aren't going to be home for a couple of weeks."

That explained why her father did not greet me at the door; she sounded sad, I'm sure it was because they weren't present for our big night like parents should be. Pestering the daughter's date and taking a thousand and one pictures in front of the fireplace.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked as we sat in the Hotel parking lot, I would take her but I wanted to be sure that this was what she really wanted.

She looked out the window, "not really."

I waited patiently because I know her and I know she's going to talk.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose, "it's just that." I mentally smirked. "They knew tonight was Prom and they still decided to leave for their business trip. I know it is work and that's important but what about me?" I watched her from the corner of my eye.

"They don't attend anything that involves me."

I frowned and realized it was true. Every event or sport Sakura participated in, they never showed up for her daughter. She must have mistaken my silence for annoyance because she tried to apologize to me.

"I'm sorry Sasuke." I looked over at her, "I didn't mean to sound so spoiled, I'm such a brat." She covered her face with her hands.

"You don't have to apologize for having parents Sakura."

Her hands dropped from her face, the streetlights allowed little light in the car but her green-eyes shined through the shadows, "You just want your parent's affection, there's nothing wrong with that."

She looked away when she asked, "do you miss them?"

I tilted my head down, my chest tightened when I thought about my mother and father, the pain they must have endured – I shook those darkening thoughts from my head.

I looked out toward the darkness, "Sometimes, when I remember them."

"What were they like?" She asked quietly.

I have not spoken about my parents in years; I visit their gravesite on every early Sunday morning when the sky is strawberry pink. I do not speak I simply sit in the damp grass and think of the things I should have said when they were here.

"My mother was my favorite." I glanced over at her; she leaned over the consoler with her chin resting in her hand. I gulped at her undivided attention. "She was a very sweet woman, always willing to help or give what she had to others. She would sneak into my bedroom when she thought I was asleep to tuck me in. She attended every event and was my biggest fan at my soccer games." I smiled fondly remembering my mother with her contagious smile in the stands shouting my name.

"She sounds lovely." She smiled, "and your father?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, "he was a little more difficult. What is it called? Tough love."

Sakura nodded her head.

"He simply wanted us to be our best, he was strict especially with our studies but he had little ways of showing us love." I smiled sadly, "he would bring home treats or small gifts for me and Itachi. I used to be extremely jealous of Itachi's relationship with our father but my mother; she explained that Itachi and I are different people. Therefore, our father treats us as such, just because he did this one thing for Itachi doesn't mean he loves me any less."

"Wise woman."

"Aa."

"I wish I could've have met them." She had this dreamy look in her eyes, as if she was picturing it.

My heart skipped a beat, "Me too."

I meant it, my mother would have adored Sakura and my father would praise her for the fact that she studies more than anyone I have ever met, she could rival Itachi himself. My mother would have loved the way Sakura could handle my cold exterior, she would appreciate her patience with me. My father would have put her in charge of my studies; he would enjoy the way she could keep me in line.

Sadness filled my heart for what could never happen, but it quickly faded when she reached for my hand and squeezed it in hers.

"I'm sure they are watching over you, they didn't abandoned you Sasuke." Her soft voice melted the last piece of ice in my heart.

"So can I?" Our eyes met and I nodded slowly.

"If that's what you want."

She left her high heels at the front door and her Prom dress in my bathroom, she sat crisscross on my bed in my black T-shirt and gym shorts that hung off her hips when she stood.

The dress was lovely, but seeing her in my clothes fueled my want for her. I needed to take a chill pill, I did not want to force this on her so I simply turned off the light and we slid into my bed together.

We laid face to face, our breathing erratic; I felt her fingertips brush my hair out of my eyes. "You have pretty eyes." She whispered, "such a rare color."

The darkness made her brave because she continues to touch my cheek in a feathery touch that makes my eyes flutter closed as she takes her time. It sends a thrill through me when leans in closer until she is tucked under my chin and I smell her shampoo.

My arms wrap around her small frame and pull her closer, her face rests in the crook of my neck as I stoke her hair; I hear her sigh in what sounds like contentment. "You're going to put me to sleep." Her warm breath fans against my skin.

"Isn't that the point?" I ask.

She does not respond instead I feel her soft lips kiss under my ear; my eyes close at the contact. "Sakura." I whisper.

She nips at my earlobe, "hm?"

The sensation sends tingles down my spine, "you don't - we don't have to."

She ignores me and continues to attack my throat with her addicting lips, "I want too." She whispers.

Fuck, I love when she sounds like that.

"Are you sure?" I ask because I'm unsure and she senses it.

She leans out of my hold so she is able to look directly at me and even in the dark, I can make out her delicate features.

"Yes." Her bites her bottom lip in a seductive manner and I do not think she realizes it because she is so pure and innocent.

I started slow; slow hands and slow lips. I lifted my T-shirt over her head and was greeted with pale skin and soft breasts with dusty pink nipples. Her green eyes darken and she tries to hide from my lingering stare.

"Don't." My voice shook with nervousness. "You're perfect Sakura."

And she is, holy shit she is, laying there like a present, I can't wait to unwrap. The gym shorts and thin pair of red panties are the next to go as I undress her.

There is no denying that she is a natural pinkette.

She is naked and flushed in my bed, like an angel with pink hair fanned all around her, her scent soaking into my sheets, desire in those memorizing eyes.

I went to pull off my shirt when her hand stopped me, for a moment I felt disappointed she had changed her mind.

"It's only fair." She said with a teasing smile as she sat up on her knees and we are chest to chest. She helped rid me of my shirt; it was my turn to blush.

Her eyes looked furiously passionate as she stares at my chest and when her small hands come down to the band of my boxers and pull them down, I almost lost it.

My hand gripped the crook of her neck and dragged her lips to mine; I kissed her softly, "lay down." I whispered against her lips.

She nods her head, and I catch a glimpse of her swollen lips and cheeks bathed in pink.

I know it is going to be a little uncomfortable for her, and according to Naruto, you have to help prepare them. The dobe was not a virgin after all, and apparently, he knew some shit.

"Tell me what you like Sakura." I wanted to make her feel good, I wanted to please her; I'm not stupid, this a very special moment for girls, and Sakura isn't just any girl – she's everything to me.

"K."

She releases a shaking breath as I lean back and touch her soft damp curls; I run a finger against her slit coating it with her wetness. Her chest heaves with anticipation and when I rub against her clit, her eyes screw shut and her mouth makes the perfect 'o'.

"More, please." She moans.

I slowly inch a finger into moist center and her toes curl, "yes." She softly whispers. Her breasts are mesmerizing; my finger does not stop as I take a pink nipple between my lips. Sakura arches off the bed with low moan escaping her throat.

"Jesus, Sakura." I groan, I do not know how much longer I can hold out. She feels too good, hot and wet making these erotic sounds beneath me.

I switched to other perky nipple, not wanting her to feel neglected as Sakura pulls at my hair in firm grip.

"Sasuke." She sounds so needy.

I add another finger into her slick core, her breath hitches as I curl my fingers inside of her hitting that sweet spot. I feel her walls pulse and she pulls my face to hers, I rub circles on her clit with my thumb as she kisses me feverishly. She releases this soft little cry and I feel it, the tightening of her around my fingers and the arousal that is sticking to my hand.

She is a beautiful mess.

"That was amazing." She breathes as she comes down from her high. She is practically glowing from her orgasm.

She gently caresses my cheek, and I breathe in deep because my own need is growing. I placed myself at her entrance and search her eyes for any resistance but all I find is want and adoration.

I pushed into her with one smooth thrust, her eyes squeezed shut in discomfort and I immediately felt bad. "We can stop." I released a shaky breath; I could feel her tense around my member, I almost busted from the sheer pleasure she caused with one small movement.

She shook her head; beautiful eyes stared into my soul, "move."

I waited a moment before I pulled out slightly and slid back in; her hands ran from my chest to my back as I moved inside of her. Blunt nails dig into my skin and I groaned at the feeling; she felt even better wrapped around me like a vice, warm and tight. My orgasm was building; I laced my hand with hers and held it for dear life as I picked up the pace.

"Sasuke." Those sweet moans are going to be the death of me.

"You feel so good." I whispered, the coil inside my lower belly was about to snap. I thrusted into her harder, her legs wrapped around my hips taking me deeper into her addicting core.

"Sakura, I'm about too —"

"Cum Sasuke." She whispered into my ear. Those dirty words coming from her precious mouth throw me off the edge and I was falling.

I spilled myself inside of her with a groan that I was slightly embarrassed by but one look at Sakura and that embarrassed faded away, because she was smiling at me as if I handed her the moon and stars on a silver platter.

I pulled out of her warmth gently and attempted to move off her but she held me there, I did not protest. I felt weak and tingling as I laid on top of her, she ran her fingers through my hair in a comforting gesture.

"I love you." She whispered into my dark locks.

I quickly pulled myself up on my elbows, tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

"Sakura..." I softly cupped her cheek, wiping away the tears with my thumb.

"You don't have to say it. I just wanted you to know."

"I love you." I confessed, she is completely surprised but it sinks in because she is smiling so big and the tears increase.

She placed a sloppy kiss to my lips and we embrace each other but realized I could be squishing her with my body so I moved to the side and pulled her naked body into mine. I rub circles on her back and held her close.

"I'm so happy." Her voice is drowsy.

"Hn."

Me too.

She falls asleep first, her head tucked safety under my chin, and her legs tangled with mine. I'm finally lured to sleep by her soft breathing and warm skin.

There's a reason for the flashbacks. Thanks for reading! Next chapter is back in the present.