Jewels
Sakura never changed.
Even as a child, Sakura had loved jewels. She liked to roll them around and giggle at the fractured light dancing around the walls of her mother's room. She played with them secretly; her mother did not like to take out the small emeralds from her silk pouch. But Sakura learned quickly, and everyday, under the pretense of studying, she stole into the room, undid the pouch's knots, and rolled out the small jewels. She held them up, scrutinized them, a few times she licked them, because they were warm and hard, for hours. (she still got the best grades in class.) some were shaped like balls, some like cones. Yet others rhombuses and even a rose and a heart shaped one.
Now, years later...
In the dark, Sakura and Sasuke secretly were in their bedroom in the Uchiha Compound. They had snuck out from the party at Naruto's and were both slightly drunk. Sakura moved first. She undid Sasuke's pant's knots and rolled out his family 'ones'. She licked them, and they became warm and hard. Sasuke flipped them over and-
That's it. Because that's as far as I will go. 'Joy.'
Ugh.
Squeamish,
~ArtIsAnEternity~