Quick question—anyone ever feel like if you even look at the person you loved, you'd explode from embarrassment because of something that your best friend caught you doing with him about three hours ago? No? Too bad. That's how Sakura felt now. She kept her green eyes on the manor's wood floor, or her daughter, or on her foods. Her blush had only slightly lessened. She felt like Hinata, playing with her fingers.
"Momma?" Kajishi asked. That was the first time she had called Sakura that, so it was understandable when the pinkette looked at her rather shocked. Her apple green eyes were wide. She smiled at her little girl and tilted her head in a way that asked, yes, honey? "Can I stay at Uncle's house?"
"Oka—"
"Oh, hell no!" Sasuke disapproved, cutting off his not-biological, not-adopted daughter's mother's words.
"But, Daddy—please?" Kajishi begged, hopping over to her "father" on one leg. She had bet Naruto one hug that she could spend the next hour on one foot. Dumb Uncle Naruto—he was winning. Her green eyes wide, begging. Naruto, after hearing the no, was next to her, lips in a pup's-pout.
"Please?" they begged in unison.
"Yeah, Sasuke, why not? Naruto's living with Hinata—she can take care of them both," Sakura asked, her head to him and tilted in a questioning matter. Her short pink locks flowed down to meet her blue-clothed shoulder. Her willow green eyes held a gleam in them. She had forgotten that Sasuke wasn't really Kajishi's father.
"Naruto is as immature as Kajishi, if not more," Sasuke told her in an isn't it obvious voice. His eyes had a glint—it was his poor, abused baby's birthday, he didn't want to spend it way from her. Though he did want to know what Sakura had in mind—she was Sakura, loving mother of one; Sakura, caring ninja; Sakura, person who would never, ever give up her child to Naruto… unless she had something up her sleeve. Something about her innocent glow made Sasuke… feel like living out his dream.
Willow eyes took in the words slowly. Unwillingly. "Oh, but Hinata isn't. And we didn't get her presents. Let her have this, Sasuke," she begged, only to be echoed by Naruto's "yeah, yeah" and Kajishi's "oh, please, Daddy, please".
Daddy… Kami, did that little girl know how to work her "father". Sasuke groaned. "Fine. But you're coming back tomorrow morning. Seven sharp."
Naruto and Kajishi cheered, smiles wide on their faces. Something just wasn't normal unless they were giddy, smiling.
"Okay, honey, remember, unless its chicken or pork, don't eat Uncle Naruto's ramen. Who knows—it could be shrimp. Eew. And, listen to whatever Auntie Hinata says. See you in the morning," Sakura advised, kneeling do to the hazel haired girl in the threshold. Sasuke stood next to them, leaning back on the wall.
"Okay, Onee-ch—Mommy," Kajishi said, rolling her eyes like any five—now six—year old would.
Sakura said nothing about it. She was a kid, and when it came to the important things she's say things, but for now, let the kid be. Sakura sadly smiled at her—this was the first night Kajishi would be away from her. Giving the miniature Haruno—or Uchiha, like Sasuke thought—a big hug, Sakura kissed her pink, chubby baby's cheeks. When Sakura let go, Kajishi ran to Sasuke, jumping him with a hug.
"Onii—Daddy, thank you, thank you! For everything!" she yelled before going back and grabbing Naruto's tan hand. Out the door they went, two pairs of eyes boring into them.
Sighing, Sakura turned around, out the door. Sasuke looked at her confused, forgetting she did not live with him. "I'll give the dress back tomorrow," she told him. Sasuke shook his head, reaching out to grab her waist. He pulled on her, and she slammed into is chest. Sakura looked up at his glorious onyx eyes questioningly. Maybe she didn't have anything planned. And maybe he did.
"You're staying," he told her simply. The Haruno shrugged. What kind of idiot wouldn't want to stay in this mansion for another night? With the Great Uchiha?
"Sasuke! You want some more soup?" She blushed, remembering when, mere hours ago, they had kissed "because" of the soup. "There's-there's a lot extra!"
"Yes," he answered, his voice carrying from his bathroom. The pinkette served the food, and made a grilled cheese and grabbed some horsemeat for herself.
She had showered, changed, and came to the kitchen. And, all you confused readers, she had found a closet full of navy clothes, Uchiha symbols, and some pretty damn amazing nightgowns—like the one she was wearing now. Silk, pure blue silk. It was short, but not lingerie, because it flowed to her knees. Although, it did hug her, and it was spaghetti strapped. Sakura figured it was—and is—Sasuke's mom's. She may be dead, but she still owned her clothes, unless everything was left to her boys. Sakura's pink hair was wet and curled. It was leaving her shoulders and the straps of "her" nightgown damp.
Sasuke came into the kitchen, beads of water still clinging to his hair and rolling off his shirtless chest. She wanted to stair, she really did, but she didn't. Sasuke never liked sleeping with his shirt on, not even when he was twelve. Awesome treat for her, if she thought back. And now, that his chest was even more defined, it was just plain old heaven. But she didn't stair; she just pushed over his soup, grilled cheese, and started munching on horsemeat, sneaking peaks at him every now and then.
They ate in silence. Until Sasuke—go, do the double take, Uchiha Sasuke—broke it. He was washing his plate when he said, "There's something we need to finish."
"Huh?" Sakura hummed, putting the bone she was chewing on in the half empty pan. She sucked on her fingers, taking the flavor off them. Her mouth released them with a pop. "What's that?"
"Wash your hands, and I'll show you."
Curious, Sakura did as told. Hello, this was Uchiha Sasuke who had broken comfortable silence—silence, his favorite thing! To not want to know why, you'd have to be a dumb ass. "So…" Sakura questioned when she was drying her hands, "what was it we needed to finish." She when to the trashcan and threw in the paper towel. Before the white sheet even hit the black bag, Sasuke had pushed her up to the wall. Sakura blushed violently. "S-Sasuke?"
He looked up into the green jewels she had as eyes. "Hn?"
"Wh-what are you doing?"
Sasuke chuckled. Sakura wasn't one to be naive or innocent in times like these. Usually she knows exactly what was going on. But… just having her this innocent looking made him want to do what he was going to do so much more.
He attacked her lips again, tracing them with his tongue. Sakura let out a soft moan, which Sasuke gladly accepted as an invitation. His tongue was dominating her so easy, and she was fighting back so hard.
Sakura knew what he was doing now, and she didn't stop him. All of you who would raise your hand! This was Uchiha Sasuke, love of her life. So, it's understandable that she let a loud moan out when his strong hands started roaming.
Let the loving begin….
The blazing morning sun burned down on her pale eyelids. She didn't move. There was a possibility that when she opened her eyes, all of last night would have been a dream. So she closed her eyes tighter and held Sasuke tighter. Her head was still on hid chest, hearing his heartbeat.
Thrump… thrump… thrump….
Feeling his breathing.
Up… down… up… down….
And both speeded, telling her that he was awakening. She hoped he didn't regret what they had done. Sasuke yawned, it was a sound so low, it was barely audible. "Sakura…." She closed her eyes tighter, fearing his oncoming words. "Kajishi'll be here soon. Its 6:50. We need to get dressed." That was possibly the longest thing he said to her—ever.
"Umm…" Sakura groaned, glad he had said that instead of the expected what the hell did I do? "Five more minutes."
"Sakura."
"Fine. You first," Sakura ordered, wanting to stay on the warm bed. Her eyes were still closed peacefully.
"Hey, Mommy?" Kajishi asked, seeing a dark red spot on Sakura's neck when she was hugging her.
"Yeah?"
"What's that on your neck?" Her voice was innocent and curious, like any normal six-year-old girl. Sakura reached up to her neck. Sasuke's favorite place last night. She tried to cover them, moving her hands to hide them.
"Um…"
"You're not old enough to know," Sasuke answered, a smirk in place. Kajishi frowned.
"Okay…" she agreed, before running off to Uncle Naruto—who was playing solitaire in the huge living room—leaving her parents in the kitchen to themselves.
"I'm giving her our clan's name." The words came from Sasuke, leaving Sakura dumbstruck.
"O-our?" The word wobbled in her mouth, leaving her voice sounding strange.
"Check your left h—"
"That's called a hickey! Holy molly! Sakura-chan has a hickey!" came Naruto's loud voice.
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