title: drown me in everything that you are

rating: Hard M.

prompt: stef and all of her smutty lotr!sasusaku headcanons combined with mine. Technically not a prompt, but was doing all that to make me write more lotr and succeeded into getting me to flail for three fucking days while I wrote this smut.

A/N: for stef , whose thirst for lotr!sasusaku turned into flailing over their smexytimes and awesome subtle elf magic and turned into this. oh, also, for healing!dwarfkura because it's actually not out of this realm.

"Sit," she tells him firmly, once they are out of sight from the mountains and she is certain they are safe. Sasuke raises a thin brow at her, and she gives him a pointed look in return, gesturing to the flattened rock in front of her. When he makes no move in return, Sakura frowns and crosses her arms in front of her chest, jutting out her hip. "Sit," she says again, holding his gaze expectantly. "Or I will make you sit, Sasuke-kun."

She watches the corner of his mouth twitch at this, but is pleased when he steps forward to do as she says anyway. She doesn't miss the way his jaw tightens when he finally sits and exerts pressure on his wounded thigh. Without a word, Sakura kneels to the ground and fetches the bottle of alcohol in the pouch at her waist, rinsing her hands quickly before she begins to inspect his injury.

"I told you to be careful," she tells him, a touch of irritation to her tone as she wets a cloth and begins cleaning away the blood and dirt.

Her eyes flick up to look at him for a moment, and she catches the slight grimaces that he can't repress. She doesn't blame him: a cut with a depth like this is bound to sting like hell when being tended to. If she is honest with herself, she is surprised that he hadn't been limping when the battle was done.

"It's nothing," Sasuke finally tells her, searching for the canteen he carried, strapped onto his belt. He takes a long swallow, before he mutters, "I've had much worse than this."

Sakura inspects his wound again once she is finished, then frowns, shoving the items back in her pouch. "This is still pretty deep, Sasuke," she says. "Mere bandages and ointments won't stop it from getting infected by the time we get back to the village."

He sighs, and straps the canteen back to his belt. "Don't worry. It's nothing my people can't deal with if it does."

Sakura raises an eyebrow at him, an amused smile playing at her mouth. "I didn't say I couldn't do anything else to help you, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke frowns. "You just said—"

"I said mere bandages and ointments won't stop it," she explains, securing the pouch around her waist again. "That doesn't mean there's nothing else I can do to fix this."

He gives her a curious look of interest, leaning on his hands as he murmurs, "And that is…?"

Sakura gives him no response, merely shifts herself in a more comfortable position and lifts her hands so her fingers flutter just over his wound. She can feel his inquisitive stare, can almost hear him wondering what she is about to do, but she still can't help the smile that crosses to her lips as Sasuke tenses in surprise when a pale, green light takes to her fingers and starts to mend his wound, forcing his cells to recreate faster, and form new skin to close up the injury.

"I didn't know dwarves could do this kind of magic," he murmurs, brushing his hand over the skin of his thigh with a look of wonderment. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

She shrugs and blushes faintly, because she can see it on his face how impressed and fascinated he is by her, and it is not every day that she sees this type of emotion cross his features. She has many times seen Sasuke's pride in her fighting abilities, and the way that she stands for herself and what she believes in, but it is the first time that she has ever made him look so captivated with her skills.

"It's not that extraordinary of a story," she explains, cheeks still painted with a light flush. "Most dwarves enchant their weapons and armor to give more strength or speed of swing, or to make them more durable—I just sought out the ways of healing magic when I saw an old lady in my village make use of it when I was young. She told me it was quite popular in the old times for dwarves to delve into healing magic, but with the times of war there was more importance accorded to crafts magic, and eventually everyone forgot."

There is a grin to her lips when she is done speaking, pride and happiness bubbling in her stomach. But it does not last very long, as she feels the strangest, fluttering feelings of pride, longing and tender affection crawling under her skin and seeping into the air, like every breath she takes settles desire and love into her blood, causing her cheeks to flush and her eyes to droop. These are Sasuke's feelings, she knows now, as she had learned not so long ago, drifting from his body in soft, gentle waves of energy that turns the very ambiance surrounding them in a light flurry of everything he feels—like the air is made of him.

"You really are amazing," he whispers, reaching to thumb her cheek gently. She hates that he can act so tender and touch her so innocent, when she can feel the urgency of his need in the air all around her, sinking into her pores and fanning the flames to her own desire.

Then the feelings grow even stronger, spreading fire through her core, and Sakura swallows tightly; and when he simply sits there and affectionately looks at her, she simply cannot help herself from losing her cool when her small, calloused fingers find purchase in the material of his shirt. "You know how I feel about you using your magic on me like that," she accuses him, looking up at him under heavy-lidded eyes. "It's not fair."

He looks like he wants to say something about that, but need flares in her belly and Sakura doesn't give him the chance as she grips tight and gives him a sharp tug to bring his head down. Sasuke complies without resistance, and her lips find his own in a firm, wanton kiss, but Sakura finds she can't kiss him as hard as she wants to with this angle, and it frustrates her. She thinks Sasuke senses this from her because in the next instant, he takes charge and slips his hands her back to cling to her shirt, holding her there as his mouth starts to move more roughly onto her own.

The roughness of his kiss runs straight to her core, and she makes a noise of approval, sliding her hands into his hair, tugging and pulling lightly as she whispers sultrily, "Come on."

Sasuke doesn't question her as he lets her pull him onto the mossy forest floor, and when she unclasps her armor and starts to slip off her clothes in haste, she is pleased that he follows in her lead, quickly ridding himself of his bow and his shirt. He doesn't have time to deal with his trousers before she reaches for him again, bare as the day she was born, teeth biting into her lip as she watches his attentive, burning gaze trail along the length of her body, his fingers skimming the outside of her thighs. A sot moan escapes her mouth and she slips her fingers into his hair, kissing him with urgency.

A large, gentle hand strokes heatedly over her stomach, and she trembles, her fingers slipping down to scratch his back with a low moan as she feels the air grow hotter, needier, as whispers of desire and heat skitter across her skin, even while she is so acutely aware of the way Sasuke's mouth is still moving fervently over her own.

I want you, Sakura hears—feels—as his free hand slips over the swell of her left hip and squeezes with firm insistence, before it slides down to the back of her thigh, gripping tightly. I want to touch you, kiss you… every inch of you. The hand to her stomach strokes a path to the curve of her ass, and she digs her nails into his skin, breath catching in her throat as he spreads her thighs open. His touch ignites a nearly unbearable heat that she is sure isn't merely made out of her own yearning. I want to discover every place that makes you moan and sigh... Her teeth digs into her bottom lip when Sasuke's mouth turns to her jaw and works down to the slope of her neck, leaving slow, hot kisses in his wake, as his fingers stroked unknown patterns to the inside of her thighs. I want… to taste you.

A whimper leaves her mouth, the hot confession running straight into her core, and Sakura tries not to shiver as she feels him smile against her sweaty, feverish skin, warm lips closing wetly around a stiff nipple as he moves to finally, finally touch her where she truly wants him. A choked cry presses to her throat as his thumb slowly strokes her swollen nub, her long, thin fingers grasping tightly on his dark locks that she suddenly realizes she had been holding onto.

Sasuke stiffens once he finally slips a finger into her, his groan reverberating against her breast as he works her tight, soaking hot depths and whispers with wonderment, "So wet already? But I've barely touched you…"

"It's because of that stupid magic of yours," she bites out between clenched teeth, her breathing laborious as she grinds her hips to the insistent beat that he sets for her. "Feeling everything that you do, hearing the things you think…" Sakura tries not to tremble as he languidly makes his way down to her stomach, tongue dragging a wet path to her navel. "I don't just feel my own need, I feel yours, too—ah!"

His lips catch hold of her throbbing bud, and she jerks her hips away, slapping a hand over her mouth to bite down her shaking cry.

"I don't know how to explain to you more clearly that I have," he murmurs to her, pulling his fingers out of her warmth to lick along the length of her. She shudders as he strokes softly at her clit, lips pressing tender kisses to the inside of her thighs. When she lets out a small cry and pleads for more, he wraps both of his hands around her hips and tugs her closer, mouth closing around her oversensitive nub again.

So beautiful, Sakura hears, the words fluttering so softly to her ear. Breathtaking little creature.

She blushes and squirms, whimpering lightly. He sucks softly and she whimpers again, shaking desperately to his touch. Gods, how he was good at this.

"You call it magic," he says, using languid strokes of his tongue to her pulsing nub, "but to me, this has always been as natural as breathing."

His dark, dark eyes flick up to her, and the soft waves of dizzying emotion wash over her again, leaving her to cry out with mindless need, hands snatching at the grass beneath her to anchor herself to reality.

"I need you," she gasps, head swimming with such pure, mind-fogging desire that she almost feels she will explode if he doesn't have her soon. "Gods, Sasuke-kun, I need—I need to feel you inside me now or I'll—"

His mouth crashes on hers to swallow the rest of her words, one hand supporting the weight of his body while the other goes to fumble with the opening of his slacks, and she frenziedly joins to help him along, whining helplessly as he positions the head of him at the opening of her core and teases her nub just a little more with his thumb with quick, hard strokes.

"Please," she begs him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him flushed against her. "Sasuke-kun, please, please—"

He pushes inside her in one forceful move, and Sakura loses her words, crying out against his throat at the surprising rush of pleasure that surmounts her, settling deep in her belly and pulsing in her core. She doesn't quite understand where it's coming from before Sasuke puffs out a groan and grinds against her center, brows furrowing with intense concentration just as another wave of toe-curling pleasure clenches in knots in her belly. She moans loud and scrapes her teeth against his throat, whispering breathlessly, "Oh god, oh—Sasuke-kun, am I feeling what you—?"

Her elven lover nods, and she gasps, muffling another moan against his skin as he grinds slowly into her again, giving a few measured, languid thrusts as he whispers, "Tell me if it's too much."

Sakura tightens her arms around him and breathes out a hum of agreement, whispering his name just as he captures her lips in a hot, frenzied kiss, gliding a hand down to her thigh to grasp her tight. He starts a rhythm of sharp, quick thrusts that makes her bite back a cry every time, panting hotly against her ear as he grunts and puffs out groans, bending down to kiss her neck, her jaw, her breasts. Sakura bucks against him in response, shaking and trembling with the stifling desire and raging pleasure thrumming in her veins and surrounding her every senses, the air around them so extensively hot that she can barely take the next breath. He thrusts hard against her and she nearly sobs, tears prickling at her eyes when he does it again and sends stars exploding in her eyes, walls pulsing around him

"That's it, Sakura," he whispers, soft voice just slightly strained. He kisses her jaw, the corner of her mouth, and cups her cheek gently. "Let it have you."

Her back snaps all but seconds later, unable to handle the suffocating sensations, her vision flashing white as she chokes out a long string of moans and digs her fingers into his shoulder blades, frantically jerking her hips into his to prolong her pounding relief. When she comes down from her high moments later, Sasuke is pressing careful, tender kisses to her face, and his fingers are gently brushing away the tear tracks on her cheeks. A smile makes its way to Sakura lips, because although he seems so perfectly composed, his tense shoulders and tightened jaw are a clear sign that he is simply exerting a very tight, well-practiced control.

"You okay?" he murmurs, with solemn honesty.

She is still shaking from the aftermath of her release, and her throat is still too tight to talk, so Sakura merely settles to nod at him.

His gaze is soft, but Sasuke is serious as he asks, "Do you think you can handle more?"

She is almost hit with the sudden urge to laugh, then, because of course she can, she's a dwarf—but the heated look in his eyes, and his still rock-hard length inside of her, quiets her, causing her mouth to run dry at the thought of experiencing that god-awful pleasure she'd just barely recovered from.

So Sakura nods again, not trusting herself to talk, and bites her lips at the way his gaze darkens, hands fitting to her waist as he rolls them over so that she is sitting in his lap, with his legs crossing underneath hers. She feels the familiar sensations of passion and hot, zealous affection creeping under her skin, buzzing at the tips of her toes and the pads of her fingers, as they rushed collectively to her burning core, causing her eyes to drop as her hips to grind voraciously against his own in frantic search for friction.

His mouth fits to her own at this, kissing her hungrily and with feverish affection, fingers molding the flesh of her ass as he slowly rocks into her with a hard intensity, burying himself deep at every thrust. Sakura picks up the rhythm easily, gasping out his name as he slides his hands up her back, one hand grasping at her breast and kneading with thorough affection, while the other slips into her hair to kiss her better.

"Sakura," he pants, breaking the kiss to run his tongue along her sweaty neck, sucking at her collarbone.

She runs her nails at his scalp, for this, and grinds harder on his cock, moaning throatily as vehement waves of bliss rushed over her senses, in time with Sasuke's muffled groan against her nape. He rolls his hips faster, and she follows his beat, mouth thinning in urgency as he snatches a hand to her neck and clings helplessly onto it, teeth scraping teasingly across her flesh as he wraps his arms around her tightly, with a mumble of elvish that only sounds of gibberish to her. She shudders as he pants harshly against her hot skin, making little noises at the back of his throat as his tongue tastes her skin.

"Harder—oh Sasuke-kun, harder," she pleads, and he gives a groan of agreement, complying to her need with ease as he snaps his hips up with feverish force, whispering a soft curse to her throat before he lifts his head up and snatches her lips with his own. Sakura kisses him back just as forcefully, brushing the base of his neck with affection and moving even faster, but her breath catches and she reels back as this strange sensation begins to surround her, desperation seeping into the air around them.

Fire licks at her skin and she groans at this, fingers twining in his hair hopelessly as she bumps her forehead to his and whispers his name with urgency, eyes slipping shut hard with a cry as tension coiled tighter in her stomach, her body shaking with a desperate need. "Sasuke-kun," she gasps, slanting her lips over his in an eager, furious kiss, pulling him closer. When Sakura breaks the kiss, she opens her eyes to finds his own already fixed on her, hot and full of silent adoration. Biting her lip, she moves her hands to cup his cheeks and whispers, wanton, "Sasuke-kun—don't stop, please."

Her stomach clenches tight with a feeling she is both familiar and unacquainted with, spiking pleasure into her spine as her entire body stiffens, and she clenches, crying out in rapture as her body trembles with desperate need, blissful tension coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach.

"Sakura," she hears him rasp, tearing her out of her pleasure-muddled mind as he grasps her chin and forcing him to look at her. Her eyes are slipped shut against the sensations, overwhelmed. "Sakura, look at me." When she manages to squeeze them open, he brushes his thumb over her lips and groans at the pleasure-hazed green of her eyes, before murmuring breathlessly, in his strange, beautiful mother tongue, "Merin cenë hendutya yá yamit alassenen."

She doesn't have the chance to ask him what it means before he wraps his arm around her tight and slams himself inside her with furious force, sending her toppling over the edge with shattering force faster than she can even understand. Moaning and screaming and scratching desperately, Sakura drowns herself in a world of sensations she can't begin to describe, making sharp, keening sounds as she frantically bucks against her lover's form to try and prolong the feelings rushing through her.

She can feel Sasuke's hot pants against her cheek, and the vibrations of his hoarse groans, and when he tenses and chokes a moan, she doesn't expect to come with him when she's barely come down from her high, a powerful release hitting her like a knife to her gut with short, blinding explosions of ecstasy. Sakura doesn't have the breath to scream, her eyes simply flying shut against the quivering pleasure, twitching and trembling terribly as Sasuke messily jerks into her a few times, groaning in relief, before giving one last long, hard grind of his hips to spend the last of his wetness, his mute moan reverberating against her jaw.

They are quiet, for a moment, as they simply fight to catch their breaths, fingers still planted firmly in each other's flesh. He moves first, and Sakura sighs, slipping her fingers out of his damp hair and tenderly brushing his pointy ears just as he runs his hands over her sides, stroking affectionately. His lips brush her cheek, her nose, the corner of her lips, and she smiles, heart thumping with profound love for this man as she finally feels the delicate flurry of emotions meld with the air around them, lessening the heat with something so tender and soft that she cannot help but to close her eyes against it, head tipping back to relish in the weight of his love.

"Melinyet," he murmurs on her skin, moving down to kiss her chin, her jaw, her throat. The feelings flourish more heavily around them, love and need twisting with something greater, something heavier. Sakura doesn't understand why it makes her heart pound so hard. "Nát melmé cuilenyawa, Sakura."

"You know I don't understand a thing of what you're saying," she whispers to him, pulling him closer. "As sexy as it is to hear you speak elvish, it'd be nice to know what you're actually telling me. Or else it just feels like you're keeping something from me."

His hands wander the expanse of her back, stroking with a kind of reverence that makes her breath hitch. She bites back a sigh as his large, soft palm finally settles on her breast, feeling the loud, quick rhythm of her heart. His lips twitch into a small smile, and Sakura blushes a little.

I love you, the breeze seems whisper onto her skin, as Sasuke lift his head to look at her, black eyes filled with nothing but immense, tender affection. He leans his forehead against her and thumbs her cheek, capturing her mouth in a soft kiss. She smiles as the wind whispers again. You are the love of my life, Sakura.

A/N: So. I kinda both hate and love parts of this. But I think it's cause I reread it so much. I might edit it in the future.

Merin cenë hendutya yá yamit alassenen = I want to see your eyes when you come. I'm not joking. I'm serious. This is a thing.

Hope you enjoyed! So much more lotr!sasusaku to come!

DeepPoeticGirl