He never knew what could possess him to love this woman. She was irritable, and when she was angry or upset her voice could get so shrill and loud that he swore his eardrums would burst. She was moody and posed a serious threat to his old house in the Uchiha compound, especially when it was that time of the month again. They'd constantly needed repairs for their walls and furniture when she forgot her strength from time to time.
But he could tolerate that. She never directed her anger at him; it was always because Naruto was being stupid or a patient was being especially nasty while she was trying to help them. But no, never at him. She loved him for all that he was, including all his flaws that she openly accepted.
And he loved her too. He strangely loved the smell of her sweat when she'd spent a long day training with Tsunade and the sweet scent of lavender after she showered. He loved hearing her breath hitch when he kissed a certain spot on her neck. He loved the soft, intimate tone that was reserved only for when she was talking to him. He loved her scratchy, yawning voice when she said good morning and her surprised, impossibly chipper voice that came out when he called her at the hospital. He loved that she sang loudly while in the shower and in the kitchen while she was cooking. Oh, and did he ever love her for her cooking.
And he loved her for other things too; other things that were harder to explain. Like the silent way she took him into her arms after a mission and the way she simply accepted that he did not want to talk sometimes. Or the look she'd get on her face when he came home with more than just small scratches and bruises; it was never an angry, upset, or sad look. She'd always chided him as a wife should, but smiled knowing that he did not want any other medic healing him. He loved her for opening him up and for helping him become less wound up into himself. And he loved her for giving him time to reciprocate his love for her outwardly. He loved that she voiced her every emotion and that she could get angry with everyone but him. He loved that she made him smile. He comforted himself in believing that he'd never do anything to hurt her or change her mind about loving him.
"I'm never going to let anything happen to you…" he whispers to her one night in the dark.
The sheets ruffle. She is tucked under his arm and has half-clamboured onto him.
"I know Sasuke…if someone ever tried to hurt me, you'd be the first to mind fuck them with your eyes," she chuckled and held onto him tighter.
He smirked and stroked her hair.
"I love you for taking me the way I am."
She turns to face him and he can see her shining coral eyes in the darkness.
"You know, I love you for who you are. Don't talk as if it's a burden to be able to spend every possible moment with the most handsome man in Konoha, who is also probably the best in bed."
She laughs her sparkling, overflowing, bubbling laugh, another thing he loved so much about his wife. He kisses her softly.
"Hn…best in bed huh? I'd love reinforcing that tonight."
She laughs again and then they romped and lived happily ever after.
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If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light? I'd find a match.
'cause I love the way you say good morning.
and you take me the way I am.