Disclaimer: yeah, I forget this piece of crap about seventy percent of the time… T.T Don't own Naruto. If I did, I assure you, there would have been some steamy lemon scenes between Sasuke and Sakura by now. Keheh
I finished this… Oh my gosh I finished this chapter… for anyone who's wondering, this is the absolute longest chapter I've ever written in my life. Seriously this is long. It's like 9,056 words. I want to thank you all for being patient with me—to be honest I got this done pretty fast. Why? Well, I stood up until around 4:42 am on a Friday night typing this chapter—then I woke up at nine on Saturday and continued it and now it's done. Okay, so to explain, this is a time skip of six months, but the chapter starts three days before the current time. You'll get what I mean… read on, and enjoy. :]
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Three Days Earlier
Charcoal mixed with pink tress in tangles of intimate, pure love. Lithe fingers of a woman enmeshed the dark hair of the other. Lips brushed across each other in heavenly caresses, rhythmic breath mingling. The raven's leg was loosely holding his beloved close to himself whilst sleeping while his hands rested protectively on her hips. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, an equal love being portrayed in innocent immaculacy for no one else to see. There sleeping, bare bodies, only covered by a thin sheet of blanket, were behind the undying covering of a locked door.
Or was it locked? Two very mischievous males made sure otherwise. Both with impish onyx orbs and equally devious smirks, Itachi and Kakashi tiptoed into the room of the lovers. They gave each other quick, knowing nods—Itachi taking a few moments to snicker at the oblivious state of the sleeping couple. "RISE AND SHINE!" They both yelled out, the devilish singsong tone clinging to their voices.
Sasuke and Sakura jumped up, the woman, flushed beet red in embarrassment, clinging to the blanket to cover her naked body and Sasuke scowling menacing at his caretaker and older brother. Kakashi snickered. "What's the meaning of this?" Sasuke growled, grumpily annoyed as he had just woken up in the worst possible conditions: naked, the heavy scent of sex in the room, and the yelling. Oh Kami, the yelling.
"As of today," Itachi began coolly, "you shall both be separated," He ended devilishly. Sasuke and Sakura's eyes widened in near horror.
~The Present~
A feeling churned in his stomach. Was it anger? Disgust? Anxiety? Loneliness? Longing? Or all of the above? He couldn't take this. For three straight days, he had been "kidnapped" by Hatake Kakashi, the excuse being that he and Sakura needed distance before their wedding so their marriage would be stronger… Did that make sense? No. The raven clenched his teeth. His heart ached. For three whole days—three entire days—he had not even so much as heard the beautiful pink-haired angel's voice. That angelic, melodic voice was missing from his ears. The memory was nothing compared to the real thing. How did he live before he met her?
To make matters worse, she was under the care of those females. His Sakura—his beloved Sakura—was in the care of her girl friends due to the ingenious mind of his older brother: Uchiha Itachi. Why must things weave their way to torture? His one and only was stripped from him, and Kakashi had the nerve to tell him "you'll thank me later".
Even through the disturbances, however, he was somewhat… pleased. Not about his situation, but rather of Sakura's. During the time after departing Tokyo, Sasuke determined that Sakura should reunite with her past too. This thought resulted in him literally searching files, states, towns, countries—all in search for one woman: Kobayashi Haru. He finally found her: in a humble town that barely made it to the maps.
There, the Kobayashi family was a leading simple life in their small home as artists, earning scrap wages but making it along thus far somewhat comfortably. It wasn't a competitive town; the inhabitants were very friendly—friendly in a way that actually tended to bring an upward curve to the lips of the placid Uchiha.
He met up with her family, and introduced himself as a commoner, not wanting them to feel intimidated by his name. After nonchalant conversation, he mentioned his relationship with Sakura, and requested to take their address so that she could come and visit them. When all was said and done, he travelled back to Sakura.
When he explained the details to her, he couldn't help but smile at her overjoyed, tear-filled reactions. She thanked him countless times, and apologized for nagging him about all the "business" trips. Nagging? It wasn't that annoying… he mused, smirking all the while. In truth, he found her interrogation amusing, causing him to drag them out longer than necessary. That was a trait he and Itachi both tended to share: finding amusement in a flustered loved one. A loving amusement—not impish or snide, but immaculate love.
He recalled how Haru and Sakura quickly caught up with each other—their undying friendship didn't change. Apparently, Haru had kept in touch with one other friend: Ishii Ann. Now, Haru was the maid of honor, Tenten and Ann were the bridesmaids for their upcoming wedding.
Thinking about her so much brought the ache back to Sasuke's heart. It was wrenching his nerves in every which way. The clock read four fifty-five in the morning. He had woken up after reaching out to the opposite side of the bed, expecting to feel the comforting body heat of his fiancé; but no. Kakashi made sure Sasuke didn't even so much as call her, confiscating his phone!
He groaned, combing his fingers through his charcoal mane. Things were so difficult for the past few days without her petite frame by his side. Yes, he still remained with his usual placidity, but he refused to even grunt—let alone comment in acknowledgment to those around him when they would converse. That is, unless it was somehow unavoidable… "Uchihaaa!" His caretaker, Kakashi, strolled in the room, switching on the blasted light.
Sasuke smacked his hand over his eyes, but spoke no audible answer. "C'mon, wake up—you've got to get ready." The raven shot the man a quick, venomous glare. He would get ready when he was good and ready. "Sasuke," Kakashi grinned, waving the cell phone in the stoic's face. Immediately, his eyes popped open and his hands reached out and swung to snatch the phone, but Kakashi pulled it away. "You'll see her today!"
The raven growled low and dangerously, his eyes narrowing at the silver haired Hatake. "Give me my phone," his voice rumbled deeply in his throat. Kakashi shook her head, tucking the cell phone back in his pocket. Sasuke's lips curled in anger, but after a deep breath, he slipped out of bed reluctantly. "Why are we up so early?"
"Why, because it's the wedding day!" Sasuke's eyes widened like saucers. The wedding day?! The time had passed much faster than anticipated. Without hesitation, the raven ran past the silver haired Hatake and headed for his shower. So that's what he meant when he said I would see her today… Sasuke mused, an instinctive smile raising the corners of his lips. Although he would never admit to it, he felt his heart flutter—if only a bit—with an eager anticipation to see his love once again.
After undressing, he stepped into the warm water of his shower. The trails of water rolled down his well-formed body as he rubbed soap into his skin, suds forming. He allowed his mind to wander as he scrubbed body was onto his form, the heavy fragrance of masculinity clinging to the air as some sort of cologne. I wonder what she's doing right now… he imagined her petite frame, sprawled out on a white sheeted bed much too big for her, pink hair tousled about her head in a mane of disarray. Her chest would slowly rise and fall as she breathed in a heavy sleep.
Her small hands would rest above her head, lithe fingers curling into her palms only slightly, twitching when her dreams would begin to portray themselves. Her mouth would be mostly closed, but a slit of it opened as she breathed out soft breaths in her peaceful state. The entire position she would lay in—her whole form would be something like a sleeping angel, resting peacefully as the dim lighting of early morning would creep through a window.
His imagination was detailed, and as accurate as it could be due to his memories. Whenever he would find himself waking up before his beloved, he would down at her angelic face, finding himself mesmerized by her complete peace. A smile spread on his lips, his eyes closing contentedly. I miss her… he told himself, allowing the water from the showerhead to splash on his face, pushing charcoal bangs out of his face.
There was a knock on the bathroom door, ripping him out of his memories. Sasuke frowned hard, wishing whoever was behind the door could sense his displeasure through the door. "Sasuke, Karin's here so come out in clothes," he heard Kakashi's voice from the other side of the door.
"Even if she wasn't, I still would come out with clothes, thank you very much," he mumbled lowly, mostly talking to himself and not Kakashi. In a tone that the Hatake could hear him in, he answered: "Of course. Aren't only men supposed to be present here? This is where the groomsmen are staying," he noted, completing his point.
"I would love to explain, but I don't like talking to naked men," Kakashi chuckled from the other side of the door, afterwards making his way away from the door. Sasuke sighed harshly, running his fingers through his wet mop of hair.
In only a few more minutes, Sasuke exited the bathroom, clean and shaven. He returned to his room, tossing in his towel and pajamas, not really caring where they would land in his room—floor, bed, desk—it just didn't matter. "Cousin!" Karin ran up to him, her face glowing in excitement that Sasuke hadn't seen in… ever?
"Why are you so excited?" He questioned plainly, returning her brief hug when she offered one. Karin gawked at him as if he was the stupidest person in the world.
"Are you serious? Why wouldn't I be excited?! My cousin is getting married!" She grinned happily. "Truth be told, however, I'm not the one here to see you because I'm doing a few last minute things at the venue… someone else is here to see you." Sasuke's heart skipped a beat, but quickly returned to its normal pace. No, it wouldn't be Sakura… who could it be? He wondered, giving Karin a questioning look, but she only shook her head. "Nope! Can't tell you! Just head down and find out, okay?" She winked, trotting back down the stairs herself to head back to the venue.
A sigh eased out of his lips. He shook his head, disregarding his frustration with all the secrets. Sasuke made his way downstairs and was surprised to see his visitor. "Mom," he said simply, but he couldn't stop the grin that was beginning to spread on his lips. She smiled back and took him into a motherly embrace.
"You're so grown up—getting married already!" He could hear the sweet voice of his mother quivering with emotion—perhaps tears of joy. Sasuke returned her hug, resting his chin on top of her head due to her smaller height.
"It's about time I get married, I'd say," he chuckled, kissing the top of his mother's head. She laughed good naturedly, looking up into the eyes of her carbon copy: her youngest son.
"Love is pretty amazing; you never know when it'll sneak up on you," she smiled, "you just always have to be open and ready for it." Sasuke nodded, agreeing with her completely. His relationship with the pinkette had been somewhat surprising in itself.
She was a shy freshman, terrible in the class that he just happened to teach. He was filthy rich—being both an Uchiha and a Hatake. Sakura was, on the contrary, a commoner and poor on every possible standard. She had no parents to support her—she only got into school by her smarts and probably a bit of Lady Luck and fate mixed in.
Years past, and now he was twenty-eight and she was twenty-one. Their relationship had only grown stronger and stronger as the days, weeks, and even months passed. Nothing could separate them—well, nothing but Itachi and Kakashi's scheming. That was an exception. "I just wanted to see you normally before my eyes are all filled with tears later today," Mikoto laughed, releasing her son from their embrace. Sasuke smiled down at her, but it was quickly replaced with a frown.
"Are you sitting by yourself…?" He asked hesitantly. Mikoto shook her head, and took a deep breath.
"No, I have a certain husband of mine with me," she explained. Sasuke's eyes widened. Fugaku Uchiha was here?! Fugaku, the father that obviously hated him, was coming to his and Sakura's wedding? His mother laughed at the taken back expression of her youngest son. "Yes, he's here. It took quite a bit of prying, but Itachi and I worked together and he's here. I think… just maybe… his heart is softening towards you, Sasuke." A smile spread on his lips—a smile mixed with both remorse and gratitude. That means a lot… especially when you're talking about him… he mused.
After a few more minutes of conversation, Mikoto departed to leave Sasuke so that he could ready himself for the upcoming event: the life changing event of his wedding. Eagerly—odd as it was—Sasuke made his way back up into his room and began his preparations, thinking only of his beloved the entire time. What would she look like? What would her hair look like? What would she smell like? He was anticipating every aspect of her heavenly appearance—especially the look he would see in her immaculate emerald orbs.
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Her small frame was spread across the middle of the king sized bed, plenty of the mattress left to spare. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep any longer. Her emerald orbs fluttered open, a frown plastered on her elegant face. Every morning, she hoped that maybe it was just a dream—maybe Sasuke would meet her at the bottom of the stairs and she would be able to jump into his strong arms as they held each other in warm embraces.
Sakura faced the ceiling. I wonder what he's doing… she mused, a sigh easing out from between her lips. Was he awake? Was he laughing—maybe with his groomsmen? Did he ever fall asleep? Maybe they had just stayed up all night talking and making jokes. A gasp heaved out of her lungs. People always say that guys make fun of their girls behind their backs! Has Sasuke been making fun of me? The pouty frown on her lips grew as she crossed her arms over her chest.
The more she dwelt on it, however, the less real it seemed. And though, she herself was guilty of teasing him playfully with her bridesmaids when they would stay up late and talk, she just couldn't imagine him doing the same thing. I should probably admit to teasing him… she confirmed in her mind. I always have something to apologize for whenever I see him after awhile…! Sakura hung her head. Slipping out of her bed, she tiptoed over to her calendar. What was today?
Oh… my… gosh! IT'S THE WEDDING DAY!? Sakura gawked at the sight of the day, rubbing her eyes just to be sure she was seeing correctly. Without any further hesitation, she ran through the house, flipping on light switches, waking up her bridesmaids. "Girls!? It's the wedding day! Wake up we have to get ready!" She proclaimed throughout the mansion, suddenly feeling wide away.
Tenten groaned, rolling off her bed. "Sakura, it's five in the morning…." She mumbled, not seeing the point in waking up this early to get ready.
"Yes! And the hairdresser is going to be here at six! We all have to shower and stuff!" Sakura threw her hands up in the air, her heart racing as she suddenly began to stress out.
"Six thirty," Haru corrected Sakura with a smile, walking out of her room and rubbing her eyes of their sleep.
"Why are we all awake again?" Ann yawned, stretching as she stumbled out of her room. Ishii Ann, a young woman adorned with plum tresses only reaching her mid back and golden brown eyes, found herself being both the youngest and the shortest amongst the bridesmaids. She was overjoyed upon hearing the news of her old friend, Sakura, getting married—and she was astonished to hear it was to a certain Uchiha Sasuke. After much hugging and tears, she became the last bridesmaid of soon to be Uchiha Sakura.
"Because it's time to get ready," Sakura answered, her eyes sparkling in excitement. Not only was it her wedding day, but it was the day that she would finally reunite with her beloved: Uchiha Sasuke. I miss him so much… she smiled dreamily, recalling his face, immaculate beauty flowing throughout his features.
His eyes, slanted only slightly from their smaller shape, while onyx orbs would peer down at her lovingly from between his eyelids. His nose, never tipped up as she would have expected from the rich back in the day, but rather it was well formed, peeking out from his facial structure. His lips, pursed instinctively and thinning as they curved in at the corners of his mouth, would always spread into the most beautiful of smiles when he saw her.
"Earth to bride-to-be!" Tenten giggled, knowing from the gleam in the pinkette's eyes that she was thinking about her future husband. After being snapped back into reality, Sakura laughed nervously as a blush spread across her cheeks. It just tended to be that obvious when she was separated from him that long, didn't it? "Come on, you woke us all up, now you can be the first in the shower!"
"Okay, okay!" Sakura complied loosely as she was pushed with friendly force into the bathroom. When she was inside, she locked her door and began to undress herself, allowing her mind to wander back to her future husband, but mostly about his surrounding situation. She shivered as she recalled exactly how they were caught and "kidnapped". I was sure we locked the door… that was so embarrassing… She frowned, the humiliation washing over her entire being.
She and Sasuke had talked for an extended amount of time about who his groomsmen would be. They had both wanted Itachi to be one of Sasuke's groomsmen—perhaps even his best man, but there was one problem: Sakura had no father to walk her down the aisle since he had died back in the day. In the end, Kakashi became Sasuke's best man, Hatake Kyosuke and Tsurugi Guy became his other two groomsmen; that way, Itachi could be the one to walk her down the aisle.
There were a few small disagreements that they had had during setting up for the wedding, but all those arguments were soon solved with an honest talk and a kiss of forgiveness. Sakura breathed out an eased sigh of contentment, a smile spreading on her lips as she stepped into the hot water of her shower. The mist of water spraying out of the showerhead caressed her milky white skin, renewing it a sort of new and refreshed life.
Her hands glided across her body, smooth and nearing the texture of silk. The palms of her hands only dipped in slightly when meeting with her curves, which weren't much, but just enough to give her body an elegant, feminine beauty. Suds foamed on her body as she scrubbed in different amounts of both body wash and shower gel. The fragrant scents of shampoo, conditioner, gels and washes wafted throughout the entire bathroom, making it smell something close to heaven on earth.
She lathered the length of her legs, and followed that action with a razor blade, shaving her legs of the earlier grown hair of the night. Her pink tresses, heavy with water, hung across the sides of her face, framing it in picturesque beauty. After completing her shower, Sakura stepped out of the tub, wrapping her towel around her bare body, dripping with droplets of water.
The pinkette didn't bother dressing herself in the bathroom. All of her clothing still remained in her room, and the only ones filling Tenten's mansion were maids—no male servants. It was all girls and she was free from any discomfort of another man seeing her. Well… any other man but Sasuke, that is. "Next!" She called out to the household as she strode out the bathroom.
Haru saw her best friend walk out in only a towel and faked a shriek. "Oh my gawd! What are you wearing?!"
"Oh, leave me alone!" Sakura laughed good naturedly, slipping into her room and dressing herself. I bet Sasuke's not even up yet… she mused, remembering how the raven could tend to be a bit slow in the morning—especially when he was woken up, rather than waking up on his own. Sakura's eyes widened when she suddenly realized the near impossible: Haru in the shower meant that her cell phone was unguarded. Didn't that mean that she could call Sasuke? A smirk filled her lips. I miss him way too much to pass up this opportunity!
Both quickly and quietly, the pinkette sneaked out of her room and made her way over to Kobayashi Haru's own bedroom. Right next to the bed, on the night table, she spotted the very thing that she needed: her pink cell phone, a charm hooked on the top. She made a silent cheer, proud of herself for making it this far. She snatched her phone off the table, glancing around frantically like some sort of thief to make sure no one was watching her.
Dialing the number, she waited. Another tone, but she waited. Sasuke, please pick up… they didn't take your phone too, did they? She frowned, realizing that Kakashi was probably twice as devious as her girlfriends. Finally, someone picked up: "Now, I really have something to tease him about now that I know your contact name is 'Sweetheart'," she heard Kakashi's voice answer in a chuckle. Sakura blushed. I didn't know he had a special contact name for me too… she restrained a giggle, not wanting to aid Kakashi in embarrassing Sasuke further.
"Hello, Hatake-sensei," Sakura answered, having grown used to calling him by the same names that Sasuke referred to him as.
"Hello, Sakura," he stressed her name, and immediately after, Sakura knew why:
"Are you on the phone with her? Give me the phone!" She heard Sasuke's voice demanding on the other line. Sakura laughed as she heard shuffling and something about "yes"es and "no"s. It was so good to hear his voice again—that smooth, placid voice of Uchiha Sasuke. It was something akin to velvet, and yet it came out strong with a deep sense of pride and masculinity.
"I love you, Sasuke!" She yelled into her phone, forgetting that there were other bridesmaids other than Haru that were attempting to keep her phone away from her.
"I love you more than you know! Give me the phone, Hatake!" She heard his response, and his growling command following after.
"Sakura Haruno soon to be Uchiha!" Tenten crossed her arms over her chest w hen she saw the woman: guilty. Sakura swallowed hard. "Baby don't let them take the phone!" "Sasuke, you're not talking to her! Patient is a virtue—" "I'll practice it after I talk to my wife!" "She's not your wife yet!" Their conversation—or more accurately, argument—was cut off by Tenten taking back the phone and hanging up. "Sakura…" Tenten frowned.
"I can't help it, I miss him way too much… I just had to tell him that I love him—more than anything else in the whole world…" she hung her head in guilt, her bangs falling in her face. Ann walked in the room.
"Oh my gosh, did she call him?" She frowned hard, gawking at her friend. "Sakura you can't do this!"
"I love him!" She continued with her argument, which she found to be valid enough to continue to repeat. Tenten and Ann looked at each other, and then looked back at the pinkette.
"Did his voice sound sexier than you remember?" They giggled in unison, sitting down on Haru's bed like a group of gossiping schoolgirls. Sakura joined them in sitting, nodding her head like a toddler, a blush tinting her cheeks. Her friends giggled. "Just imagine your honeymoon!" They broke out laughing when Sakura's face went from pink to red in just a matter of seconds.
"H—Hey stop that…!" She protested, turning her face away from them in pure embarrassment. That was a subject she was trying to keep her mind off of. It was something mesmerizing, captivating, and enticing. Her mind tended to wander towards moments with Sasuke. His body, sweaty and hot as he would roll his hips onto her, would thrust into her with a passionate, loving force. His voice would rumble in low, sensual notes in his throat—similar to the magic he would play on the piano, but there was even emotion in his intercourse that couldn't be expressed in his expertise in music.
Those hands—his strong, masculine hands, would explore every curve—every portion of her body. He would cup her cheek into that hand, pulling her up into a gentle kiss. A kiss that would take her very breath away. A kiss that would perfectly portray the immaculacy of their love. His tongue would venture into her mouth, caressing every depth of her orifice. Oh, what a honeymoon… and these were just fantasies. What kind of surprises would the man really bring her? That led to even more fantasies…
"Sakura, did you just space out on us?" Ann asked, the look on the bride's face startled out of her imagination.
"Oh, I was… um... it's nothing," she mumbled an answer, not feeling any particular want to explain why exactly she was lost in her intense thoughts. "I'm starving," Sakura's realized when she heard her stomach talking to her.
"There's breakfast downstairs, let's go get some," Tenten winked.
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The hours went by—just as expected—like minutes. Time passed rapidly as both the men and the women rushed to get ready in time for the wedding. Sakura was seated regally in a black limousine, on her way over to the venue to meet with everyone—everyone but Sasuke. She wouldn't see him until she got to the aisle. Her heart ached. I love you, Sasuke… I can almost hear your voice telling me "Everything will be all right…" are you nervous too? She wondered, a smile spreading on her rosy lips, touched lightly with faded makeup.
Haru reached over and squeezed Sakura's hand. "If he cries, you have to promise not to ball, okay, Sakura?" The pinkette looked over and smiled, giving her a nod of affirmation, but realized that that particular task was much easier said than done. How could she possibly not cry if she sees him crying right in front of her? The way that he portrays his emotions to her was something special—perhaps even sacred. It was something she didn't dare to take lightly: Uchiha Sasuke was a man—a man who loved her with all of his heart, and he wasn't afraid to show it at all.
The limousine came to a gradual stop, and Sakura's eyes veered over to the large venue: an elaborate archway was the entrance to a whimsical garden—flowers flowing around the exterior of the entryway. She breathed in sharply, taken aback by the beauty of nature surrounding her: pure, white roses were the simplistic beauty garnishing the outdoors. White petals were scattered around the cobblestone walkway in a disarray of elegance. She stepped out of the long car, her heel clicking as it made contact with the stone. "Whoa…" she breathed, her emerald orbs taking in the lavish beauty.
There wasn't really a mansion or a house at all—it couldn't really be called that. It was more like a canopy of elaborate structures built over a garden. The sweet scent of nature diffused through the air: flowers, grass—perhaps even a creek or a brook of some sort.
While her eyes travelled, Sakura caught sight of raven hair and immediately turned to meet with the culprit: Uchiha Itachi. "Hello, little sister," he greeted kindly, taking her hand in his and giving it a quick, yet gentle kiss.
"Hi, big brother," she greeted with an equal family affection, her eyes sparkling. "I can't believe I'm actually getting married today…" she managed to make out an understandable sentence in all of her excitement. A flurry of emotions was coursing throughout her being: love, anticipation, excitement, nervousness… the list could go on.
"Don't get nervous now," he teased. "You should see Sasuke pacing…" he chuckled playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "He's very eager—but he's also nervous himself. To have anyone else nervous would be far too much."
"I see," Sakura couldn't help but laugh when she began to imagine Sasuke impatiently pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his dark mop of charcoal hair. Something about the image just seemed so much like him—especially on a wedding day. "I wish I could see him…" she hinted loosely. Itachi smirked, shaking his head "no". She sighed, accepting defeat. She really would just have to wait until she got to the aisle, wouldn't she?
Anxiety washed over him. Step, step, step… he couldn't stop moving. The very thought of stopping his movement was so far from his mind that pacing had become some sort of second nature. That is, until a hand landed on his shoulder, knocking him out of his state of thought. "Hn?" He looked over to meet the eyes of Hatake Kyosuke.
"Hey man, you feeling all right?" The Hatake frowned, slapping the back of the Uchiha. Sasuke shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets, but he gave no definite answer. "I saw your girl," Kyosuke smiled. "You're a really lucky guy."
"I miss her…" Sasuke mumbled in a harsh sigh.
"Look at it this way: tonight, you'll be able to show her just how much you missed her," the Hatake smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Sasuke just looked at him, trying to register what he meant. "Sex, you!" Sasuke's onyx eyes popped open.
"That's disgusting…" he shoved his groomsmen, fighting a blush that threatened to heat up his cheeks.
"No it's not!" He laughed, slapping the Uchiha's back once again, a grin on his face. "Seriously dude, honeymoon sex is always the best—make those moments something to remember." Before Sasuke could counter the mischievous Hatake, the elder Hatake: Kakashi showed up.
"All right! Mr. Uchiha, it's time," Kakashi smiled.
"Are you ready to dedicate your youthful self to another youthful person such as yourself?! Well, are you?!" Guy questioned the raven with vigor, raising his fist for emphasis. Kakashi sighed, massaging his temples with his thumb and index finger.
"Honestly, Sasuke, why did you choose this guy again?"
"I needed to fill a spot," he joked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
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Sakura watched as one by one, her bridesmaid walked off with their groomsmen down the walkway and made their way to the altar. She swallowed hard as she felt a lump growing in her throat. She shifted in her heels, her breaths fast and nervous. Her hands were beginning to get clammy as she constantly fixed her grip on the crook of Itachi's arm. He felt her actions and couldn't help but chuckle. "Calm down, little sister… right when we start walking, just look right into Sasuke's eyes—you'll feel a lot better," he encouraged, tugging on her arm. It was time for her to walk.
Sasuke swallowed hard, watching as both the bridesmaids and the groomsmen took their places. Everyone was present except for the bride—his bride. His beautiful bride was just about to walk down the aisle. How he longed to see her face—it was only a few moments away. His heart rate quickened when he heard the music switch: it was time. He watched the aisle intently; Sasuke could feel a drop of sweat roll of his temple.
His lips parted into a small gawk at the sight of her: his bride, right now, was walking towards him. A sheer veil hung over her face delicately. Her rosy lips were pursed in a mixture of eager nervousness. Her strapless, pure white dress flowed around her like the princess she was—no, not a princess. She was his queen. Sasuke bit his bottom lip: this time it wasn't sweat. That was a tear that had just fallen. She's so beautiful…
Her emerald orbs were glossy with her own tears. She had been crying since she took her first step down the aisle. Itachi had calmed her crying to a small whimper, but the tears continued to fall down—especially when she saw her fiancé standing up there, holding back his own downpour of emotion.
Lightly, Itachi handed over Sakura to his younger brother, a kind smile glowing on his face. Sasuke squeezed Sakura's hands comfortingly, holding them with a protective possessive. The pinkette looked up at the raven, seeing his lips mouth "I love you so much" in a small mumble as he continued to hold back emotion. "I love you too," she mouthed back, a tender smile spreading on her lips while tears trailed down her eyes.
They both looked into each other, taking deep breaths short pauses to regain their composure as they exchanged vows. Their rings were exchanged. She was his to cherish, and his to love, and his alone for the absolute rest of his life. That was something that he would never trade—not for anything. Sasuke was Sakura's cherish, to care for, and to love. Nothing would separate them—not sickness, not depression, nor difficult times. They would make it through everything together—completely—from here on out.
"You may kiss your bride," the priest said, cueing Sasuke to completely seal his vow, and seal it he did. Slowly, the raven lifted the veil of his beloved, uncovering her face. An expressive smile spread on his lips as he leaned down, pressing his lips on her own full ones. They were sealed together—locked together for eternity, just as it was supposed to be. Electricity shocked through them as they had their first kiss after what felt like years. She felt his grip on her hands tighten as his emotion became more portrayed, and he deepened the kiss.
A cheer swept across the group of attendants of the wedding. Reluctantly, the newlyweds separated from the other's lips. Both their faces glowed with a shine of unmatchable love. "We're married," Sakura breathed, resting her head on her new husband's chest. She couldn't help but laugh softly as she was taken over by the joy fluttering in her heart. Sasuke laughed lowly, resting his chin on her head, kissing the top of her head.
"Yeah…" he answered lowly, planting another kiss on her head. "I love you…"
"I love you more," she giggled, looking up into the onyx orbs of her beloved.
"There's absolutely no way," he smiled down at her, kissing her lips tenderly. His hands gently squeezed hers, and slowly, they made their way into a secluded area, waiting for when they would be reintroduced for their meal. The bridesmaids and groomsmen followed after them, their smiles glowing brightly as they gave their congratulations to the new couple.
"Dang, Sasuke!" Ann giggled at the man. "I was really expecting that to turn into some sort of make out right up there at the altar!" She teased.
"Hn…" he acknowledged her statement simply, not necessarily having an answer for her at all. It had been so long since he had kissed her—it very well could have turned into something much intimate right up there at the altar.
The eight in the wedding party continued in loose conversation, either teasing Sasuke and Sakura, or giving them their congratulations and best wishes. When they were finally called in to eat, their smiles had only brightened and began to glow with an even more noticeable gleam. Sakura's hand never left the protective grasp of Sasuke's—not even when they had sat down to eat.
A contented sigh eased out from between the new Uchiha's lips. She looked up into the onyx orbs of her husband. "I missed you…"
"I missed you too…" he whispered, kissing her forehead lovingly.
oooo
The trip to their hotel room was long, and exhausting, but they were here: on their honeymoon. It was the very first night. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago they were stressing over a marriage. "Huh," Sakura breathed, slumping onto their large bed. Sasuke sat beside her, twirling strands of her pink hair in between his fingers. "Mm…" she smiled up at him tiredly.
"Are you tired?" He leaned down, kissing her wide forehead lovingly. Sakura shrugged, stroking his neck.
"I'm just a little exhausted…" she whispered in honesty.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" Leaning down, he nuzzled her neck, occasionally planting a tender kiss on her sensitive flesh. Sakura breathed in a sharp breath, a soft moan following after.
"No…" she kissed his jaw line, stroking her lithe fingers through charcoal strands of hair.
"What do you want to do?" He mumbled lowly on her skin, his voice travelling to her ear in sensual vibrations. His voice, carrying the tone of both a controlled want and an uncontrolled love, was deep and low in masculinity. He passed his tongue up the nape of her neck, his hands making their way up and enmeshing her pink tresses.
"S—shower…" Sakura breathed, barely getting the words to escape her lips. Sasuke pulled back slowly, nipping up her jaw line, making his way to her ear.
"'Shower'?" He repeated, whispering in her ear, knowing his voice was saturated with his arousal. He licked around the shell of her ear, poking and swirling his tongue on a sensitive area behind. Small moans eased out of Sakura's lips. She tried to get words out, but her mind continued to get shot blank as Sasuke's ministrations progressed.
She parted her lips to speak, but only found her voice being muffled by Sasuke's lips, pressing on hers fervently, grasping her lips into a kiss. The kiss was slow, expressive, sensual. Their lips caressed each other, on the verge of roughness, but holding a caring gentleness that Sasuke would never lose when holding his beloved: his wife.
His arms encircled her waist as he turned his head and deepened the kiss, completely locking her lips together with his own. His grip tightened, her body pressing against his own. He could feel warmth travelling from him to her and right back, their sexuality rising even while their clothes remained on their bodies… for now. "S—Sasuke…" Sakura breathed out his name when their lips parted. Sasuke groaned, her voice alone saying his name like that making his erection throb.
Crashing his lips back down on hers, he gripped her light rosette tresses in his hands, her lips fervently molding with his own. Sakura slipped her hands up his shirt, massaging his muscled chest. Her fingers tantalized his nipple, erect from eager anticipation. He groaned into her lips, now realizing her goal. Their lips parted again and Sasuke tugged off his shirt, throwing it off to the side without caring where it would possibly land.
Sakura gently guided Sasuke down to lay on the bed, somewhat of a mischievous glint in her eyes. What is she doing…? He asked himself, reluctantly cooperating with her motions. She straddled him on his hips, planting a chaste kiss on his jaw before she continued. She hooked her hands under her shirt, slipping it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra.
Sasuke's eyes widened, his eye focused on the small swells of her breast adorned in the lacy undergarments. He bit his bottom lip, his breath hitched as his eyes continued to take in the visual of her milky white breasts snuggled in that revealing material. "Were you… prepared for this…?" He mumbled, breathing in sharply, his onyx orbs noticing a budding peak beneath the material. Sakura looked down at her husband's face, giggling.
"Do you like what you see?" She nuzzled his nose lovingly, her leaning down causing her breasts to reach closer to his face, his breath hitching once again.
"Y—yes…" he stammered, his eyes keeping their stare downward. He placed his hand on her shoulder, slowly pushing her over so that she was beneath his body, as he was now hovering over her, his eyes never leaving the sight of her breasts.
He took one of the small mounds into his hand, fondling it in his palm. Sakura moaned softly, the feeling of his hands on her flesh sending sexual electricity to shock throughout her senses. "They're so soft…" he whispered lowly, giving her lips a chaste kiss as he allowed his other hand to join his ministrations to her other breast.
"S—Sasuke…" his name escaped her lips in a pleasured moan. He squeezed her supple flesh, easing more deepened moans out of her throat.
"Yes, just like that…" he encouraged her, leaning down and sucking her neck in pulling motions. The sound of his name on her lips in such a sensual manner encouraged him to deepen his ministrations. His hands went down her sides, stroking airily, sending chills to run up her body. Gently, he tugged down her bottoms, revealing her matching pair of underwear: a lacy black thong. "Nice…" he breathed on her chest, kissing the valley between her breasts, travelling down the length of her body with butterfly kisses.
Sakura squirmed under his touching, arching into his slow kissing, rhythmically humping her body towards his mouth with each kiss. His hands tantalized her creamy flesh, groping the swells of her rear and below her thighs. His tongue delve into her naval, swirling around within. "S—so good…" she moaned, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she breathed harshly. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, nuzzling her clit through the lacy material of her thong. Whimpering moans eased out of her lips in desperation as the pleasure shot to an entirely different level.
Her legs hooked around his neck, bringing his face closer to her nether regions: her most sexually sensitive area. Sasuke kissed the dampened area through the material, taunting her further. "P—please, Sasuke…" she begged him, her breath hitched.
"What do you want, my love?" He mumbled on her nether regions, pressing his lips against her second pair, which still remained covered by her underwear.
"S—Sasuke!" She whimpered, squirming under his touch, her mouth hanging open as she indulged in the pleasure.
"Tell me…" he pried, rubbing a digit on her nether regions, the underwear slipping across her slick entrance.
"Take them off…!" She begged, rolling her hips onto his mouth, desperate to make direct contact with his mouth. Sasuke complied, slipping off the revealing undergarments and tossing them out of his view. He breathed in, taking in the musky scent of her damp entrance, slick with her arousal. Gently, he passes his tongue across, the muscle gradually inserting into the orifice. "Aah…!" She breathed out moans of pleasure, ecstasy coursing throughout her body.
Sasuke slipped his tongue fully inside, finding her taste to be addictive. Sakura shivered in pleasure as she felt his tongue, moving and exploring the depth of her; it delve deeper, tasting her from her very core. He inserted a finger to assist his tongue, granting her further pleasure with his ministrations. "You're so wet…" he moaned, his other hand down at his crotch, fiddling with his fly until it came undone. "I want you—I need you, Sakura…" he mumbled on her sensitive entrance, his breath caressing her wet folds.
"Take me, Sasuke," she breathed rapidly as she felt him repositioning her, laying her down on the bed completely and hovering over her. "I love you so much…"
"I love you too…" he mumbled a response, his onyx orbs clouded over with obvious signs of his arousal, but nothing could take away the gleam of love that sparkled in his eyes as he leaned down onto her, his pants now removed, and inserted his member.
They both breathed out near whimpers, but contented sighs nonetheless. This was perfect: the feeling of being tightly tucked inside her—the feeling of him fitting into her, her walls clamping around him and tightening the embrace of their heat.
Sasuke thrust into her slowly when she had adjusted to his size, considering that it had been a bit of time since they were last indulging in each other. Sakura was soon moving in time with his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his sides and humping onto his penetrating member. She tightened her sex, milking Sasuke's member, sending chills of pleasure up and down his spine.
"Ooh Sakura…" he moaned her name, his pace quickening, ecstasy shooting throughout his body. Their pace increased; the pleasure reached complete ecstasy for the both of them. Moans and groans of sexual pleasure resonated across the walls of their hotel room. Sakura felt it: the warm heat of her husband's seed ejaculating out of his member, filling her up completely. All at once, she felt her own cum spilling out, coating the long penetrator with the viscose, creamy white fluid.
Harsh breaths escaped their lungs. Sasuke swallowed hard, trying to gather enough air to speak to his wife. Sakura was doing the same, only not quite as fast as her husband had managed too. "I missed you so much…" he whispered, kissing her neck gently. "I love you…" Sakura smiled, wrapping her arms weakly around him.
"Nothing is better than reuniting like this… I love you…"
XxxX
Epilogue:
It was a Friday evening; the kids had returned from school, rambling on about different school projects that they had to be working on. Kotaro, Sasuke and Sakura's oldest, was sixteen years old. His hair was a dark shade of black, but his eyes were the bright and glorious color of his mother's: emerald. "And now their making us do science projects!" He complained to his mother, running his fingers through his hair: a habit he obtained from his father. "Do I look like I want to be a scientist?"
"It's all for your benefit," Sakura encouraged her son, tapping a light kiss on his forehead. "Now stop complaining and get those grades up." Kotaro sighed; apparently he wouldn't be finding any sympathy from his mother, and he had already tried his father. It turned out, in the end, he really would still have to do his school work.
Sakura turned and saw her husband, seated on the couch reading some sort of novel. She smiled, strolling over to him and gracefully sitting beside him. He looked over, a smile spreading on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her. "Ooo! Daddy kissed Mommy!" Momoka Uchiha, their ten year old daughter, teased as she trotted down the stairs; she was dressed rather… nicely. Way too nice.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sasuke asked firmly, knowing that his tomboyish daughter would never wear a dress and heels unless she was absolutely forced to. Her face blushed a shy pink as she hung it down, allowing her deepened pink tresses to cover her face.
"Um… well, see, this guy at school—he asked me to go to the movies with him…" her voice trailed off.
"That's great!" Sakura's voice giggled in excitement, but Sasuke just scowled. His little girl was only ten years old. No grimy little fifth grader should be taking her around the city as if she was hers. Why was his wife consenting to this?
"Sakura…" he mumbled lowly, in a sort of warning tone.
"Oh, Sasuke, let her go…" those undeniable puppy eyes looked up at the raven; he turned away, only to meet more puppy eyes from his daughter. These women would always get their way…
"Hn," he grunted, returning his attention to his book. Momoka and Sakura took that as consent for her to go; Sakura bid her daughter good bye, telling her to be home by her curfew and to be good. Momoka nodded, assuring her mother that she would be just fine and that she'd keep track of time.
When Kotaro had ventured back up into his room, and Momoka had left for her date, Sakura placed her hand over the strong hand of her husband, looking up into his eyes. "Baby… I have to tell you something…" she said seriously, biting her bottom lip. Sasuke immediately put his book down and looked over to her. Was something wrong?
"What is it?" He asked in a gentle tone, kissing her forehead lightly.
"We're going to have another baby…!" She giggled, and her husband followed after in laughter, throwing his head back.
"Oh boy…"
oOoOo
I… can't believe it… it's over! Gosh I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot while writing this! I can't believe this is the last chapter—I feel so weird! Arigatogozaimasu to all of you supports! I appreciate you all who stood with me from beginning to end, and to those of you who dropped in and joined, or even only stayed for just a moment. All of you viewers are valued and encouraged me in one way or another to write this story and to complete it. In this bitter-sweet good bye to you all, there's some (dare I saw a lot) of dialogue written after this—and there's a part in that dialogue of the actors that you all just might be interested in. So I suggest you read it ;] (Warning: it was sort of a chat box with my friends so there's a lot of random stuff in that dialogue. Have fun reading the crap we come up with! xD) And don't forget to R&R! :]
Ina: *stares at screen mournfully*
Tiny: are you crying?
Ina: … no. *quickly wipes eyes*
Tiny: Ohmigosh you're crying! Ina, do you need a hug?
Ina: now I feel pathetic…
My girl really begged me to add that… now a word from the actors:
Suigetsu: *in break room drinking tea*
Sasuke: *enters break room with Professor Uchiha My Tutor actors* Suigetsu.
Suigetsu: ah! It's finally over?! :D
Sakura: don't be so happy! Oh, Kami, is that tea? O.o
Suigetsu: uh, yes?
Sasuke: Naruto pissed in the tea pot—
Suigetsu: *sprays tea out of mouth* WHAT?!
Naruto: I DID NOT! BELIEVE IT!
Sakura: yes you did, omg, I saw you idiot!
Sasuke: you saw his wanger?
Sakura: *eye twitches* please… don't say that. Ever again.
Suigetsu: WANGER!
Sakura: stop!
Kakashi: all right, all right, calm down…
Suigetsu: where did you come from?
Karin: uh, duh he acted in the show! The real question is why are you here!
Suigetsu: Kakashi, did you like acting?
Kakashi: it was pretty fun—
Karin: why's my boyfriend ignoring me?! *glares at Suigetsu*
Suigetsu: I'm mad at you. *looks away pouting*
Karin: *gawks* why?!
Suigetsu: chapter 15… *grumbles and mumbles*
Sasuke: *gags* oh Kami…
Sakura: what happened in chapter 15 that I missed?
Karin: LEMON WITH SASUKE, WHORE!
Sakura: WHAT?!
Sasuke: she's lying. I was molested…!
Itachi: is my little brother into polygamy?
Sasuke: dang it, Itachi, Sakura's not my wife yet.
Sakura: 'yet'? :3 *blushes*
Suigetsu: wasn't she upset?
Naruto: bipolar.
Sakura: shut up, baka!
Suigetsu: you guys have had enough wedding scenes to be married. T.T
Itachi: she is my little sister. ^-^
Sakura: please don't make this creepy… *shivers*
Karin: okay question that won't waste everyone's time! WHY ARE WE ALL HERE?!
Naruto: blooper discussion!
Sakura: of course it's him…
Sasuke: dobe.
Ino: ME FIRST! My lines said "cunt bust"! How was I supposed to know?!
Sakura: pig! We're actors! You're not literally supposed to do it! What idiot would really do something like that?!
Sasuke: … … … … no comment.
Suigetsu: *chuckles* another "chidori" conspiracy!
Sasuke: shove it, fish boy.
Suigetsu: *scowls*
Hinata: I'm sorry, Sakura… I was such a terrible person in this story…
Ino: ARE YOU KIDDING?! Being a jerk is fun, Hinata!
Sakura: … forgiven, HINATA.
Jugo: *enters room* *gets tea*
Naruto: *chuckles evilly* it was way too genius…
Sasuke: dobe pissed in that.
Naruto: NO DON'T TELL HIM!
Jugo: *glares dangerously at Naruto* What… … …
Naruto: *cowers* he already killed me once!
Karin: that was funny!
Suigetsu: can someone please explain why Jugo's here? He never even appeared in ANY fanfiction by InaGaTa whatsoever! He's only even in dialogue!
Jugo: I figured since no one lets me act I would suggest a writing idea… I wrote a bonus chapter for Professor Uchiha: My Tutor about what happened to Ino and her gang before the time elapse.
Sakura: O.O I approve!
Jugo: should I tell InaGaTa?
Sakura: YES! You're awesome! Sweet revenge! Keheheheh…
Sasuke: that's my girl, revenge is delicious. *licks lips*
Itachi: you sound like a creeper.
Sasuke: I'm her creeper… oh lord, yes. Mmm…
Naruto: THAT'S DISGUSTING!
Sakura: *blushing profusely* Sasuke was making noises… o.o
Sasuke: let's go make noises together, baby. *pervy grin*
Itachi: make my nephew!
All: GET A ROOM FIRST!
(Feedback on Jugo's idea anyone? :] )
InaGaTa