Title: this couldn't be more perfect
Summary: The morning after their first time together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: how they are with each other the first time- post coitus. - anon
Rating: T+, borderline M for the ending.
Warning(s): Nekkidness and extreme fluff.
Comments: I needed to write fluff after that last one ugh.

He looked peaceful in his sleep, for once. Tranquil and quiet, with lightly parted lips and a smoothed out brow, heart thudding steadily under the palm of her hand.

This was the first time she'd seen him this relaxed in his time of rest—he never slept particularly well. Though her presence did help, he admitted once. She couldn't imagine how bad it must have been in his time away.

Eyes crinkling lightly, she reached out with a finger to stroke the line of his jaw softly. She wasn't surprised when his arm tightened around her in response, the touch stirring him from his sweet abyss, and Sakura allowed herself to run a hand through his soft locks as he took a deeper breath and began to wake up.

"Hi," she whispered, once he'd finally opened his eyes, the warmest smile slipping onto her lips. Her hand glided down to his chin, thumbing it carefully.

His gaze softened instantly at the gesture, arm drawing her closer to his chest and lips finding her forehead affectionately. Her heart melted at the action.

"Morning," he murmured against her skin, tracing light circles on her back.

Lazily, she slipped her arms around his neck, tilting her chin up so she could look at him. Her mouth met his jaw twice, before he finally tipped his head down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, his calloused hand moving to cup the base of her neck.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, once their kiss had thumb brushed the base of her throat gently.

"A bit sore," she admitted. She giggled. "But otherwise amazing."

He gave a tiny, adorable smile, before capturing her lips again, moving his mouth sensually over hers. Her hands founds themselves in his hair once more, running through the tangles and pulling lightly, almost as if she was asking for something.

Sasuke smiled languidly against her lips, moving until he was hovering over her, one hand supporting his weight while the other held the back of her head. He kissed her slowly, deliberately, taking his time to caress and explore every inch of her mouth, wanting to convey the longing and the love he so intensely, intensely felt for her.

She was a blushing, breathless mess when he finally pulled back, looking at her with so much tenderness and love that it made her heart pound and her stomach flutter. How long she'd waited to see him look at her like that—how long she'd waited to see him put down his walls and finally, finally allow himself to show her the extent of his true feelings.

Putting a hand on his cheek, she gave him a happy, teary smile. "I love you, Sasuke-kun."

He hummed in response, putting a hand over her own and leaning into it. "I know," he said, turning his head so he could grasp her fingers and kiss each of them.

Then, he bent down and laid a heavy, doting kiss on her forehead.

I love you too.

.

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When she got up some time later, buck naked and perusing through their closet, she couldn't focus. She could feel his eyes tracing every inch of her bare skin.

"Stop staring," she muttered, grasping her breasts with her hands and flushing a light shade of pink. "You're making me nervous."

He quirked a brow, something like a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back against the headboard some more, head tilting to side.

"That never bothered you before," he said, before finally making his way off the bed.

She averted her eyes when he stood, the pretty flush on her face turning a shade deeper, and she tried not to puff out her cheeks when he snorted, evidently amused.

"Yeah, well, last night it was dark and light wasn't reflecting my body's imperfections," she replied quietly, shifting a little on the soles of her feet.

She swallowed when she felt his warm body press against her back, face burying in her neck as his hands ran over her arms tenderly. He gave a reassuring brush to her own hands, encouraging her to stop hiding. The gentleness and affection in his touch prompted her to reluctantly reveal herself, head tipping back against his broad shoulder as he cupped her small chest and stroked the supple skin softly. She bit back a sigh as his thumb rolled over a nipple.

"What imperfections?" he murmured softly, lips brushing her ear.

This revived me from the last one. Loved incorporating both the sexiness and immense fluff. Made a cute combo.

R&R?

DeepPoeticGirl