Capitulum XX – This was how it was always supposed to be.

"Whole bunch of crap if you ask me. That's just a few red dots. Some guy bleeds on a canvas and wants 2 million dollars for it. Boruto can paint better than that." Naruto scratched his head as he suspiciously eyed the painting in front of them. "I don't buy it for the artistic value, dope. God knows it doesn't have any. It's an investment. He's already had exhibitions in New York and Berlin. This painting is worth 2 million now, but it'll be worth five times as much when I sell it in a couple of years."

The black haired man was just about to turn to another painting when they heard a voice behind them. "An estimated 12.6 million, to be exact. You would sell it for six times its current worth. That is, if you really are interested in buying." His head turned to inspect the source of the intrusion.

The first thing that caught his eye were her bright red fuck me heels. As his eyes followed the lines of her tight black dress, he memorised every curve of her body, lingering for a second on her cleavage until his eyes fell on her face. Long wavy pink hair framed her angelic features and a pair of jade green eyes stared back at him.

That was when Sasuke first saw her.

She came to a halt in front of them and flashed him her greatest saleswoman smile. "Haruno Sakura. I'm the gallery's buyer and art consultant." His eyes fell on her slender hand that was expectantly stretched out to him. As his fingers encircled her warm palm, the left corner of his lips tugged into a subtle grin. Sasuke looked into her green eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Haruno. My name is Uchiha Sasuke."

But of course she knew that already.


A vase fell down and shattered on the floor as Sasuke pressed Sakura against the shelf. His mouth left a trail of kisses on her neck until he found her right breast and sucked on its nipple, making Sakura moan with pleasure.

Sasuke felt like every inch of his skin where she touched him was on fire.

Vaguely he felt her fingers on his belt buckle as she needily pressed herself closer to him. "Sasuke… I need-"

"I know, baby girl.", he muttered with his lips brushing against her nipple.

Sasuke lifted her off the cupboard and let her naked body slide down his chest until her feet hit the ground. As Sakura slowly went down on her knees, she left kisses all over his bare chest until her eyes fell on the bulge in his pants. She hastily undressed him and held him in her hands, before opening her mouth and taking him all in. Sasuke closed his eyes in pleasure and threw back his head with a groan.

"Oh fuck, Sakura."


"You know, next time you hire a private investigator to follow someone around, tell him to be more discrete."

Sakura grinned at him before taking a sip of her Bordeaux. Sasuke couldn't help but return her smile as he motioned the waiter to refill his glass.

"I'm surprised you noticed him. He's the stealthiest guy out there and he's usually very good at what he does." – "Well, it seems I'm better." She leaned forward and stared at him.

"I know why you have me surveilled." His smile vanished. "Do you now."

Sasuke leaned back in his chair, observing the woman in front of him with an aloof expression. He watched her fingers trail the edge of her glass and her moist lips move as she spoke. "I know who you are, Sasuke. I know what you do. Word gets around when you're this infamous." A grin spread across his face at her words. "Yet here you are, having dinner with me and looking very comfortable at that. Doesn't it bother you, Sakura? Aren't you afraid?"

She averted her gaze and focused on her wine instead. Avoiding his eyes, she swirled the glass on the table nervously. "Can't help it if I find you alluring," she muttered under her breath, making him chuckle. Sakura looked up again and stared into his eyes.

"I'm not afraid of you, Sasuke. You've been nothing but kind to me so far. And I'm not going to judge you by what you do for a living, because our jobs don't define us, our actions do. And your actions tell me you're someone I can trust. Someone who makes me feel safe. And I want you to feel the same with me. What I'm trying to say here is, I'm just a simple art consultant with a weakness for men with good taste. I'm not a threat to you, Sasuke." – "Let me be the judge of that," he muttered before downing his wine and putting the glass on the table.

Sasuke stood up from his seat and walked over to her. As he offered his hand and helped Sakura to get up, he whispered, "Enough talking. There's something I've been meaning to do for a very long time now." A blush spread across her cheeks as he pulled her closer to him.

"I've wanted you in my bed naked with nothing but those red stilettos on you ever since we first met." Sakura blushed deeply at that and stared up at him dreamily. He had already wrapped her around his finger, Sasuke mused proudly. He drew closer to her face and whispered against her lips, "You're going to give me what I want, aren't you, Sakura?"

Her gaze fell on his lips as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir."

Sasuke couldn't help but grin deviously. "Good girl."


He broke their kiss and bent her over the kitchen table. One hand gripping her short tresses tightly, the other massaging her ass. Sakura had to bite her lip when his hand came into sudden sharp contact with her bare skin.

"What was that for?" Sasuke massaged the red spot he had just smacked. "You still haven't received any punishment for what you did. So I'm going to spank you now. The first one was just warm up." His hand came down on her ass with more force this time, making Sakura gasp. "That was for kissing Gaara at the gallery." – "That's not fair, he was the one who-" Another smack. Another gasp.

"Don't you dare talk back to me now. You're going to take your punishment and you're going to thank me for it, got it?" – "Yes." She could hear him growl behind her. His fingers tightened their hold on her hair as he asked, "Yes, what?" Sakura whimpered beneath him. With a quiet voice she added, "Yes, sir." Sasuke bent over and placed a soft kiss on her left shoulder. "Good girl."

The sound of another slap filled the suite as Sakura cried out. "That was for trying to seduce me in Sapporo and not giving me what I wanted." He raised his hand again and smacked her even harder this time. "That was for parading around naked in front of my business partners." Sakura moaned with pleasure and eagerly anticipated the next sting on her ass, until he slapped her again.

"That was for betraying me." Smack.

"That was for making me fall in love with you." Smack.

"That was for making me fall in love with you again." Smack. Silence.

His hand lingered on her bare skin. Only the sound of their ragged breath filled the suite for a moment. "What was the last one for?", Sakura whispered. She could hear his deep chuckle behind her. "That was simply because I love spanking you."

His fingers were still gripping her hair, pressing her face against the surface of the table. Sakura closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence for another second before raising her voice. "Thank you, sir." She could feel his grip loosen. "You're welcome, baby girl. Now get that sweet little ass of yours into bed. I'm far from done with you."

A smile spread across Sakura's lips. "Yes, sir."


"I want you to move in with me."

She stopped tracing patterns on his bare chest and raised her head to look up at him. They were sprawled on his king size bed naked, limbs tangled around each other. Her puzzled look was met with his soft expression.

"You know I have many enemies. People who would exploit the tiniest indication of a weakness to bring me down. I don't have many, but you're definitely my biggest weakness. You spend most of your time here anyway, but when you're gone I'm worried about you. I watch over you from a distance, but I can't guarantee your safety when you're not with me. Move in with me and let me take care of you."

Sasuke raised his hand to her face and let his thumb brush against her lips. Sakura smiled up at him warmly, as she placed her hand on his cheek. "If only people knew how good you are. They would stop hating you."

Sasuke gazed into her eyes. "I'm only good with you, baby girl." He brought her face closer to his and kissed her forehead softly. "Only you."

Sakura sighed and let her head rest against his chest. As Sasuke's fingers played with her hair, she allowed his heartbeat to fill her ears. "Alright, I'll move in with you."

She could feel him press a chaste kiss on her head before they both drifted to sleep.


Her hands gripped the sheets as his tongue came dangerously close to her wet core. A moan escaped her lips when Sasuke's thumb brushed against her most sensitive spot.

Sakura was a whimpering, writhing mess in his arms. He only had to look at her and she could practically feel her composure melt away. Just like it did in this moment as he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She threw her head back with a groan. Sakura was already close and Sasuke knew it, but he was torturing her with his slow pace.

"Sasuke-kun… please…I want to-" He sucked on her clit to shut her up. "I know, baby girl. But I won't let you. You only cum when I tell you to, is that clear?" All she could do was nod her head. She was in a pleasure filled haze and could barely think straight.

Sasuke removed his fingers and slapped her clit suddenly. "I asked you a question." Sakura whined at the abrupt feeling of emptiness and lifted her hips to meet his touch. She looked at him with pleading eyes and whispered, "Yes, sir." Sasuke smacked her clit again, drawing a sharp gasp from the pinkette beneath him before filling her up with his fingers again.

As he slowly worked her towards her climax with his mouth and hands, Sasuke could feel his own self-control slip away. For the first time in three years, he had her again – naked, squirming, begging him for more. And although he was going to take his time tormenting her, Sasuke knew he couldn't wait much longer to be inside her. He picked up his pace and sucked hard on her most sensitive bud until he could feel her convulse around his fingers.

Sasuke let his tongue swirl around her clit one last time before looking into her face. "I want you to cum now, baby girl. Cum for me, Sakura." And she did. With a loud cry she exploded around his fingers, digging her nails into the sheets and holding onto them for dear life as she felt her consciousness fading away.

Sasuke felt his cock throbbing at the sight of his woman shuddering with the pleasure he made her feel. "Good girl," he muttered, stroking her hair.

"Thank you, sir."


"What's this?" Sakura stared at the kimono that was displayed in front of her with utter confusion. Sasuke had offered to have a kimono custom made for her, so she could have something special to wear for the cherry blossom festival. Everything looked perfect, the colours, the stitching – everything was on point, safe for one tiny detail.

Sakura gently traced the symbol with her fingers before lowering her hand. "Sasuke-kun, I think there was some sort of mistake. They accidentally put the Uchiha crest on my-" As she turned around to look for him, he was already standing behind her.

"It wasn't a mistake, Sakura," he whispered, gazing into her jade green orbs. Sasuke watched her eyes widen and a blush creeping up her cheeks. "This kimono won't be the only thing you'll wear that has my family crest on it. I want the entire world to know that you belong to me."

He pulled up a small black velvet box and opened it. Sakura's hand immediately went to her lips as she gasped in surprise. She could feel a tear roll down her cheek when her eyes were met with the sight of the most breathtaking ring she had ever seen.

"Haruno Sakura, will you marry me?" She didn't hesitate for a second when she whispered yes. More tears were shed when she watched her fiancé gently put on her engagement ring. Sasuke raised her left hand to his lips and kissed her ring finger as he lovingly gazed into Sakura's eyes.

She cried herself to sleep that night. They weren't tears of joy, but he would never know that.


The feeling of being inside her again was pure bliss. Sasuke had to concentrate on his breathing so as not to lose his self-control. He has waited too long for this, for her.

He looked into her face and watched her eyes widen as he pushed deeper into her. When he buried himself to the hilt, Sasuke couldn't help but let a growl escape his lips. He had almost forgotten how good she felt around him. Sasuke swore he would take this slow, but as he started moving inside Sakura all the frustration and lust of the last couple of weeks overcame him.

This woman beneath him drove him mad with anger and desire, but now she was finally at his mercy again. His gentle push turned into wild pounding as Sakura moaned his name. Her cries grew louder and louder with each of his thrusts. His hungry eyes roamed over her glistening body until he looked into her sultry gaze.

"Sasuke-kun… I want to hear you say it." With a groan he slowed down a bit. "You know it already." Sakura raised her hands and pulled him closer to her. "Please, I need to hear it." Her eyes were filled with a mix of pleasure and pleading.

His gaze softened a bit as he pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I love you, Sakura."


"Is this how it all ends, then?" he roared. She spun around at the sound of his voice and Sasuke found himself looking down the barrel of her gun as he instinctively raised his own. She didn't seem surprised to see him. If anything, she was expecting him judging by her emotionless expression.

Someone had hacked into his system a few weeks ago and suddenly his competitors have magically started to take over parts of his business. Sasuke never thought it would be the woman he had married who would betray him like that. He tracked her down to a helipad and arrived there just in time before she would take off.

Sasuke stared at her with rage in his eyes before his gaze fell on the suitcase in her left hand. He knew what was in it. Intel about his businesses she was going to sell to the highest bidder. Just like she had been doing for the last couple of weeks behind his back, while pretending to be the loving and faithful wife in his bed.

"I have to admit, at first I had no idea who did this. But you're not as good as you think you are. We got you on camera handing over one of those shiny little suitcases to Hoshida, who just so happened to blow up one of my factories the next day. You got sloppy, Sakura." The woman in front of him didn't even blink at his accusations. Her cold eyes met Sasuke's furious ones as they both held each other at gun point.

"I didn't get sloppy, Sasuke. I wanted you to find out. You had no idea who betrayed you and got so paranoid you killed five of your employees. But they weren't the ones who did this to you as you suspected. I couldn't allow you to take more innocent lives so I let you catch me."

"Bullshit! Don't you fucking dare pretend like you're some kind of saint. You don't give a shit about my employees, you don't give a shit about me. You're a lying, cheating, backstabbing bitch and I regret the day you waltzed into my fucking life." Sasuke roared furiously. He observed his wife's features intently, but her expression was still cold and aloof. Suddenly Sakura holstered her gun and instead raised a hand tuck a strand of her pink hair behind her ear. Sasuke had a clearer look at her face now and his eyes spotted a small smile spreading across her lips. "I'm sorry Sasuke-kun. But this is the only way."

He realised she was about to leave and yelled, "Don't you dare take another fucking step. Don't think I'll just let you off the hook so easily. I'm going to put a fucking bullet in your brain."

Her smile vanished and she looked at him with a sad expression instead. " You won't. You would have killed me already if you really could, but you can't bring yourself to pull the trigger, can you? Because you love me."

"SHUT UP!"

Sakura could feel the cold metal of his gun pressed against her forehead. Sasuke was livid. He searched her face for a reaction but he found nothing but sheer indifference. They stood there for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes before Sakura slowly took a step back. She turned around and headed towards the helicopter. Just as she grabbed a handle to pull herself in, she heard him yell behind her.

"If you ever set foot in Japan again, I will rip you to fucking shreds and throw what's left of you to Kakashi's hounds."

Sakura could feel the helicopter lift off before she turned around to smile at her husband. "Goodbye, Sasuke-kun."

She watched as his gun followed the helicopter. With a piercing roar he fired a bullet that missed Sakura by a few centimetres.

Sasuke could have killed her, he knew it. He swore he only missed because his hand was trembling.

When he came home that night, he found the divorce papers on his desk. They were signed by Uchiha Sakura.


"Favourite music genre?" She giggled next to him. "I definitely lied about that. I only said I liked Chopin because I knew you loved him. I'm actually a die-hard Led Zeppelin fan." Her answer made him snort. "Jesus Christ woman, is there anything you didn't lie about?" – "Yeah, a bunch of things. My favourite colour, for instance. It really is red." Sakura propped herself up on her arm to look at Sasuke.

They've been lying in bed for the last two hours asking each other questions about all kinds of things. Sasuke was aware that she lied to him in the past to get close to him. But he wanted to get to know the real Sakura now. As her fingers were busy playing with his hair and his hand was trailing up and down her spine Sasuke was thinking of other things to ask her.

"You told me once that everything you did in the past, you did it to protect me. I get that you didn't betray me for Madara, because you didn't want his plan to succeed in the end. What I don't get is the part where your betrayal was supposed to protect me." Her fingers stopped playing with his hair. Sakura's playful smile vanished from her lips and she looked at him with a serious expression.

"We had known each other for three years at that point and Madara was getting impatient, because I still hadn't given him anything. He was watching my every move, it had to look like I really was about to betray you. So I hacked your system, but didn't give him what he really wanted. I sold the intel to your competitors, because that would have forced Madara into a stalemate.

"If he had enough resources to bring you down back then he would have immediately come out of the shadows. But I knew if I sold the intel to someone else, he wouldn't be able to get to it without revealing he was still alive. And I knew back then the state of his plan was delicate and depended on everyone believing he was dead. I hoped I could give you some more peace and quiet from Madara by forcing him to stay in the shadows with his hands still bound. My idea worked, he didn't make a move to acquire any of that intel, remained undetected for another three years and was none the wiser about any of your dealings, which in turn prevented him from making a move against you."

Sasuke sighed and let her words sink in. His thoughtful gaze rested on the ceiling of the bedroom as his hand mindlessly kept tracing invisible patterns on Sakura's bare back. His ex-wife was not only brilliant in bed, she was a brilliant tactician as well, he had to give her that.

Going over her revelation in his head again, Sasuke deduced her story added up. Six years ago, Madara would have been a weakling in Japan's criminal underworld. With no power, no influence and barely any partners except Zetsu, there was nothing he alone could have done to bring down Sasuke, nor to get his hands on the intel Sakura sold without alerting anyone to his very much alive presence. It seemed keeping his secret was more important to him back then than making a move against Sasuke.

"If it makes you feel any better, I sold the intel to your less threatening competitors, knowing they wouldn't be able to keep what they took for very long. I knew you would eventually take back your companies from them." Sasuke turned his head to look at the woman in his arms. There was something akin to remorse in the way she grinned up at him.

He raised his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Betrayal for protection, huh? That's irony on a Shakespearean level." She leaned into his touch and sighed.

They enjoyed the silence for a moment, simply looking at each other until a mischievous grin tugged on Sakura's lips. "Now it's my turn again. Can I ask you something?" Sasuke had to groan, but couldn't prevent the smile that was forming on his lips as well. "Judging by that look on your face, it's something silly." She giggled as she playfully slapped his chest.

Resting her head in her hand, Sakura smiled at Sasuke, before asking, "Why did you keep the bat?" Her ex-husband raised one of his perfectly arched eyebrows and snorted. "I love the Yankees more than I hated you." – "Bullshit," she laughed. "There's got to be a reason you held on to your beloved ex-wife's first wedding anniversary gift." Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes.

Frankly, the bat was something that had bothered him more than he cared to admit. After their divorce, he had burned all of her stuff and everything else that reminded him of her. But he couldn't let go of that baseball bat. Sasuke opened his eyes to look at the woman who gave it to him.

"To be honest, at first I didn't really know why I kept it. For whatever reason, I just couldn't bring myself to let go of it. The dope said it's because people always keep at least one item of their ex partners; helps them deal with the breakup, that kind of bullshit. I guess I kept the bat because it's the only thing I associate with both you and pain. In the end, I decided it should be a reminder. That love can hurt just as much as a strike to the balls with a baseball bat."

Sakura had to laugh at his words. She looked at him puzzled and asked, "How the hell do you know what a baseball bat to the balls feels like?" A deep scowl graced Sasuke's face and he sighed, before muttering, "A lot of things happened at Naruto's bachelor party that I never want to talk about."

Sakura threw her head back in laughter and Sasuke could only stare at her.

This was how it was always supposed to be. The two of them lying in bed together, Sakura laughing at Naruto's antics and Sasuke admiring her.

They were finally back where they belonged – in each other's arms.


Post Scriptum: I'm back bitches. Very happy but very sorry at the same time. I had a shitload of things to do the last couple of weeks. Uni is about to start again, there's this giant exam next Thursday that I've been cramming for, plus writing smut is so much harder than expected. I've rewritten this thing about a hundred times. It's not as smutty as I wanted it to be but this was my very first try so I left out a few things on purpose, because I was afraid they would suck.

Anyway, sorry again for the delay. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up my original updating intervals. I started this whole thing during the summer holidays with a shitload of freetime on my hands, but soon I'll be back at uni. I'll try to update weekly, though.

Soooo, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please please please leave a review and tell me what you think about it (sasusakusara7 I'm looking at you, baby girl). I would immensly appreciate it, because it was my first try at writing smut and I'm super self-conscious about this. Alrighty then, pax de kiddos. :)