8th January 2017
A/N So let go, and jump in, oh well whatcha waiting for? It's alright, cause there's beauty in the breakdown.
To my bestie, with love.
Elf
They sat next to each other in the cinema, each with a mini mince pie and a cup of delicious-smelling mulled wine. The movie was about to start, but Sakura kept glancing over at Sasuke. This whole movie date thing in itself was uncharacteristic of Sasuke, considering what he'd said previously many times.
I like you, I just don't love you.
Her heart couldn't take much more, she told herself, multiple times now. And yet here she was, coming back for more. Maybe this time things will be different? Then again, who was she kidding? It was Sasuke, after all.
She took a bite of mince pie, trying not to feel down before the Christmas movie Elf had even started. At least it wasn't Love Actually, which boded more emotional baggage between them, and would not have been a good idea to watch together.
After the movie, both Sakura and Sasuke were in particularly good spirit. Even Sasuke was smiling at the Christmas jokes. They thought about having dinner together, but neither of them were very hungry because of the snacking they did in the cinema, so Sakura suggested taking a walk instead.
And so they walked to Trafalgar Square. It was busy, as per usual. Sakura felt nervous. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, but she couldn't quite get the words out of her mouth.
"Your phone call last night." Sasuke spoke up. "Were you serious?"
Sakura had called him the night before, after having had three glasses of wine, or more. Struggling, as always, between admonishing herself for letting him do this to her because he didn't love her, and yet wanting him all the same, she'd asked him for sex.
"I…" She grasped for the words she wanted to say, because she had no idea what she wanted.
She swallowed. "Yes."
Sasuke didn't respond. He had the same impenetrable look about him whenever someone asked him something difficult and uncomfortable.
"You're going to get hurt again."
"I won't." Sakura met his eyes with hers, willing herself to believe that it would be worth it, even if she did get hurt.
Sasuke turned away, then said, "you will. I know you cried."
"When?"
"Last time we hooked up. You were crying in the morning."
Sakura felt tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't even think he'd noticed. Just as well when you think Sasuke didn't give a shit, he surprises you. It was always like this with him. Up and down, hot and cold, a dizzying rollercoaster, the kind that you take when you wanted a really fantastic thrill, but ended up wanting to throw up inbetween, and finish the ride not quite sure how you felt about the whole experience.
Suddenly, he pulled her towards him, pressing her head into his chest. Sakura dug her face into his black coat. This was his way of comforting her, she knew. He was so hard to hate.
"Just once," she whispered.
"For Christmas."
She woke up in the morning to his arm in her face. Sasuke liked to sleep on his stomach, which she couldn't understand to be comfortable, because… well because she had boobs and he didn't, she supposed.
Rubbing her eyes, she leaned over to get a bit of warmth from him. He always radiated much more body heat than she did.
"Hmpph…?" He made a muffled kind of noise from his pillow. Everything about Sasuke was gorgeous, from his messy blue-black hair, to his muscled, tattooed arms, to his sculpted shoulder and back. She wondered how just the fact that waking up next to someone you love could make you feel so good.
That morning, he made her scrambled eggs on toast, her favourite. As they sat side by side, eating breakfast and watching TV, she smiled to herself. This was more than what she had asked for from Santa.
-fin-
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