Five Sensations For You

Summary: She was his capture, thus making her his to claim. How the relationship between them cultivated over time was unlike any another. "Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what we are given by the senses."–Hannah Arendt; Drabbles (SasorixSakura)

4: Her Aphrodisiac Aroma (Smell)

Text:

"Speech"

Thoughts

Poems/Sonnets:

"Venus and Adonis" by William Shakespeare

Disclaimer: I esteem that you can all safely assume Naruto isn't mine. The ownership is quite obvious.

"Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me,

And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch,

And nothing but the very smell were left me,

Yet would my love to thee be still as much;

For from the stillitory of thy face excelling

Comes breath perfumed that breedeth love by smelling."

-Venus and Adonis,William Shakespeare

Her appeasing scent rolled languidly off her, wafting enticingly through his olfaction, compelling, imploring him to come. Sasori complied gladly, burying his face into the crook her neck, breathing in her piquant incense of cinnamon and thyme. Sakura executed no motion to retaliate or express her disapproval. She just tilted her head aside, permitting him more access to her skin. As he delved into her aphrodisiac aroma, he instantly analyze how addicted he was to her but he didn't care. As long he had her he was perfectly fine.

"Sasori?"

"Mhm?" he murmured, nuzzling his face alongside her neck. Sakura bit her lip, as if contemplating what to say next while he was preoccupied in losing himself into her natural perfume.

"How long as it been since…I first arrived here?"

"A year or two, more or less," Sasori replied earnestly, idly playing with her rosette tresses with his fingers, his nose whiffing her inviting, sedative smell once more.

"Have any Kohona shinobi attempted to breach the base for me?" Sasori dropped his hand at once and withdrew his presence from her, sorely missing her invigorating scent already. "Sasori?" questioned Sakura as he slowly turned his back from her.

"Are you certain you want to know the answer, Sakura?"

Sakura nodded rigorously, her verdant eyes beseeching. "Yes! More than anything!" Sasori sighed insipidly, shaking his head. The truth would break her heart.

"All right, so be it." The wanton puppet master faced her, his observant sanguine pupils devoid of all emotion and perception. "From what I gathered, there has been no Leaf ninja attempting to infiltrate the Akatsuki base or demanding for your return."

Eyes dilating in shock, Sakura shook her head anxiously, denial and ire wracking her brain. "No, that's not possible, you must be mistaken!"

Sasori grit his teeth at the unintentional accusation of his degree of competence. "I am most certainly not mistaken." he stared stoically, masking his aggravation.

"They would never stop searching for me! I know they will never do such an act!"

"Well, obviously they have because we rarely encountered any Kohona shinobi during our travels," Sasori retorted staidly, folding his arms across his chest, "Face it, Sakura. Your village believes you're either dead or forever missing. They could have very well forsaken you; the notion isn't at all implausible."

"You don't know my village! Naruto will never give up trying to find me!" Sasori rolled his eyes at the mere mentioning of the rambunctious, blonde-haired ninja. The first time he met the irksome brat was hopefully his last.

"Are you positive about that? Because Naruto hasn't been coming to your rescue lately." Sakura glared scathingly at him for even daring to doubt Naruto's tenacity of tracking her down.

"He'll come, just you wait and see," she declared decisively, jutting her chin up defiantly towards the ex-Suna puppeteer. He just shook his head controversially, approaching the resolute kuniochi slowly in a rather predatory fashion.

"I don't think I will, Sakura-chan, because your friend Naruto is never going to be hastening to your rescue. You might as well accept that." Sakura took a feeble step backwards, incredulity flaring in her emerald eyes.

"No…" she whispered, trepidation shaking in her forlorn voice. "No…you have to be wrong. Naruto would never give up; he promised he'd always be there for me."

"So much for promises," Sasori muttered sardonically but Sakura paid his caustic statement no mind. She was currently too rapt in her thoughts of Naruto's potential desertion of their friendship.

"I mean, it's not in his nature and we've known each other for so long—"

"Naruto's not coming, Sakura. Not him or no one else from the Village Hidden the Leaves." Sasori proclaimed bluntly, ending the tumultuous dubiety surrounding them. Sakura stared at him in aghast, and then drooped her head down, pink strands shadowing her dejected, crestfallen visage. Her form cried out sorrow as she collapsed to the floor, futilely assaying to conceal her agony and misery from him.

Sighing, Sasori ambled towards her perturbed, tormented figure and crouched down to face her face to face. "Sakura," he began, trying to gauge her attention.

"Leave me alone!" she choked out, shrinking away from him. "Will you stop torturing me with your crafty wiles and mockery for once? Can you just leave me be?!" Fiercely biting down at the bottom end of her lip to halt the tears portending to escape, Sakura fixated her scrutiny and all her woes at the floorboard ground before her.

Don't you dare cry, Sakura, don't you even dare shed a single tear in front of Sasori! He'll use that to his advantage!

A hand resting underneath her chin effectively broke off her self-chiding reverie, provoking Sakura to look upward at the owner of the firm, commanding hand. She soon found herself gazing into Sasori's vermillion eyes, brimming with enigmatic prowess and unrecognizable emotions. "Sasori?" she inquired, curious of his intent.

Wordlessly, the crimson-haired puppet master pulled her nigh to him, wrapping his arms around her frame protectively, encasing her in an enfoldment. Unconsciously, Sakura placed her head on his shoulder, soaking up his masculine incense with surprising ebullience. The eclectic fragrance of sandalwood and cedar soothed Sakura's devastated mind, relaxing the tensity coiling in her body.

For a half-puppet he smells really nice.

"Sakura." Sasori's words washed over her like a bucket of water and she skeptically looked up at him. Sakura was partly startled to witness an adamant, imposing expression on Sasori's face, like he was ready to defend her at all costs. He brought a finger her face, delicately tracing her askance countenance from her forehead and all the way to her jaw, resting suggestively by her mouth. He then spoke.

"Despite what you may think, Sakura, I will not forsake you like the others, no matter what the circumstances are. You are mine and I do not desert what I cherish."

Sakura gapped at him, incredulity gleaming in her viridescent orbs. "What you…cherish?" she asked dubiously, unable to comprehend the meaning of his admission. Sasori nodded crisply, his pointer finger never straying from her parted lips.

"Yes. What I cherish. Now, are you mine?"

Smiling wryly, Sakura rested her head on Sasori's shoulder again and wrapped her arms around his torso, relishing the security and promise he induced. Allowing his tantalizing, bantering scent to restore the equilibrium within her, Sakura closed her eyes and allowed herself enunciate the words she conceived Sasori would be so utmost pleased to hear.

"Yes…I'm yours."

Heh, a little longer than I expected. I'm not sure if this piece will count as a drabble now. Pah, oh well, as long as all you lovely readers enjoyed it.

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----SpeedDemon315