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"Got you."

Kakashi was all too relieved when he finally pinned Sakura down, kunai to her throat. He had to lean on the same arm that held his weapon, a rather weak position, but she left him little choice.

"It took you a while this time," Sakura said, smug, and unbothered by the way his body was practically sprawled over hers.

Kakashi let his neck relax, bumping his forehead against hers as he tried to slow his breathing. "You broke the rules."

Sakura frowned, still under him. Only two years a jonin and she was already giving him a hard time in training. "I didn't."

"You broke my arm," Kakashi said, letting the kunai slip between his fingers to fall in the grass by her neck. "Help me up, will you?"

Sakura jerked in a sitting position, forcing him to do the same. "What? No, I - "

"I think I recognize a broken bone when I have one."

Sakura was frantically inspecting his arm, guilt flooding her eyes as her glowing palms found the fracture. "I'm so sorry," she blurted out, getting to working immediately. "I didn't mean to."

Kakashi chuckled, backing away from her so he wouldn't sit on her legs, even if she cursed at him.

When there was no more healing to do and they sat in the quiet of the afternoon, eating the lunch Sakura always packed for them, Kakashi smiled.

Sakura frowned at him, wary of his tricks. "What is it, Kakashi-senpai?"

"Is it really necessary to call me senpai anymore?"

Right then, he loved the way her eyes widened, the way they shone with happiness, with pride and everything he ever wanted to see in them. For her, at least, life was what Kakashi had wanted for them, when he'd first seen them sharing food against his orders.

"Kakashi-senpai…"

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Chapter Eight: In a Loop Again

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"Missy miss," it called yet again. "What are you painting, missy miss?"

Painting? Sakura frowned. Looking down at her hands, she noticed she was indeed painting. A picture of a faceless couple, no less. They were about to kiss each other, as the wedding tradition demanded. They were getting married.

"Missy miss," it said. "Why don't you paint the last stroke, missy miss?"

"I'm afraid I'll ruin it," Sakura said, the brush uncertain between her fingers. "It's such a pretty picture."

"Missy miss," it continued, trying to convince her. "You've been working on it for so long. You should finish it now, missy miss."

"I can't." Sakura shook her head. "I'm terrible at this."

"Missy miss," it said, almost angry. "You know exactly what to do. Do it, missy miss."

"I'm afraid," Sakura said, her voice uneven and betraying the tears that were gathering in her belly, twisting knots into it. "What if I ruin it?"

"Missy miss," it continued. "It's ruined if you leave it at is, missy miss."

...xxx...xxx...xxx…

"Sakura."

Sakura opened her eyes, squinting when sunlight assaulted them. Scanning her surroundings, she realized she was in Kakashi's bed. Last night came back to her in flashes and she swallowed a groan. What an embarrassment.

"You looked like you were having a nightmare," Kakashi said, sitting at her side.

"I was," Sakura answered, forcing herself to sit up.

Looking down at herself, Sakura noticed she was wearing Kakashi's shirt. Kakashi grabbed her shoulder, squeezing it gently.

"Kakashi-senpai," Sakura said softly. "Kiss me."

Sakura didn't know why she asked. Why she felt she might die right then if he didn't comply, but she did. She wanted him to kiss her, to make the move even if she had to ask for it.

Kakashi seemed to have a moment's hesitation, but he complied nonetheless. He tangled a hand in the hair on the back of her head and lowered himself enough to plant a few slow kisses on her lips.

Sakura could feel her heart beating. Not in a way that signaled fear or exertion, but rather the sort of warm and comforting rhythm that happened whenever she spent a while just staring in a loved one's eyes, knowing that they were there with her, and there to stay. When she knew that they loved her as much as she loved them.

Kakashi's eye held an expression she figured must be similar to the one in her own. Quiet, relaxed, comfortable.

"What's that smile for?" Kakashi let out as he played with a strand of her pink hair.

"What's different about this smile?" Sakura asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You're looking at me like I'm all that matters," he mused, cupping her cheeks and flashing her the most sincere smile she'd seen on his face in a while.

For a second, Sakura wanted to agree, to tell him that it was the truth and that it couldn't be otherwise.

"All about you, huh?" she teased, avoiding his gaze as she crawled off the bed.

The beating of her heart wasn't so soothing anymore.

"I've always been selfish, haven't I?" Kakashi joked as he sat back on the edge of the bed.

"What... what if you were really all that mattered to me?" Sakura asked after she had dressed, her back turned to him as she glanced back at him over her shoulder.

Kakashi didn't say a word, gaze locked on his feet.

The air was so heavy all of a sudden. Sakura stared at the floor as she waited for him to say something. Still, he said nothing and the weight was becoming too much for her.

"Weren't you engaged, once?"

Sakura's eyes went wide as she turned around to look at him.

"I shouldn't have to tell you about that story all over again," she whispered, blocking any sort of emotion that tried to overwhelm her.

"Don't you miss him?" Kakashi continued, as if the subject wasn't so touchy.

"Of course, I miss Hayate-kun dearly, but..."

"But what?" he insisted, looking straight into her eyes.

"What are you looking for, Kakashi-senpai?" Sakura asked directly, frowning.

"Will you ever want to spend your life with any other man than him?" Kakashi asked, voice smooth and even.

"It's been four years, Kakashi-senpai," she murmured, biting her lip as she held her tears back. "I can't live in the past, it will kill me."

Hayate...

Again, he said nothing, seemingly mulling over her words.

"One day, I'll want to," Sakura said, taking a deep breath. "I want it. Refusing to be happy would be like spitting on their graves."

"You're a strong woman, Sakura," Kakashi replied slowly.

Silence surrounded them again. Sakura didn't want to ponder over what he implied.

A few minutes passed before he spoke up. "Don't you have plans for the day?"

He wanted her to go.

"I do," Sakura answered, heart sinking into her stomach. "My team is meeting up to train, I'll join them. They can still use my help. I heard Ino was coming back today, too."

"I'm sure you'll have a great day then," he said and nodded.

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It was pure luck that had brought her to Ino. Sakura had taken a detour to a neighborhood she didn't usually visit and Ino had been there, about to enter a restaurant, in which they now sat. Although the food did look delicious, Sakura had no appetite for it.

"It's been forever since we've seen each other," Ino said, scolding. "You're always so busy."

"Sorry," Sakura said sheepishly. "I wish I had more time for you."

Ino scoffed, glaring at her. "Right. You'd saw off your own leg before turning down responsibilities. You just love this."

Sakura smirked, bringing a mouthful of food to her mouth. "That's me, isn't it?"

"Listen, Sakura," Ino said, suddenly serious. "I've got something very important to tell you. I wish I could tell you in a better place, at a better time, but… I haven't managed to catch you before now and I don't have any more time."

Sakura frowned, putting her chopsticks down. "Ino?"

"I'm pregnant."

Sakura choked on her drink and blinked. "Come again?"

"I'm pregnant, I really am," Ino repeat, voice soft and cheerful.

"You sound happy," Sakura noted, surprised.

"I am," Ino admitted, looking down at her intertwined fingers. "This is a good thing."

"Who's the father?" Sakura asked, eyes still wide in awe as they dropped down to her friend's stomach. "How far along are you?"

"You don't know him, we haven't been dating very long. He's a high ranked man in a good family, one of Suna's best," Ino started. "I'm four months pregnant."

"Wow," Sakura breathed out, truly speechless.

"He'll take good care of me," Ino sobbed suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I was never cut out for being a medic or ninja. I'm not like you. I just want a man and a family, a good life."

Sakura listened carefully as Ino trailed off, sounding unsure of where she wanted to go. It wasn't the first time that Ino had expressed uncertainty for her choice of career.

"Do you love him?" Sakura asked, taking Ino's hands into hers.

"I do, so very much," Ino whispered sincerely.

"I'm so happy for you then," Sakura smiled, pulling her friend into a tight hug. "You'll be a beautiful and happy mother, Pig."

It only caught up to Sakura now. A family from Suna.

"Ino?" Sakura asked, wishing she didn't have to. "Where does he live?"

"In Suna," Ino whispered, fingers fidgeting together. "That's why - I'm moving there with him, today. Everything is already arranged."

Sakura only felt her heart sink further. Ino was abandoning her, she thought, unable to feel otherwise.

"You can't," Sakura said, frowning. "That's not a good idea."

"What?" Ino's fine brows bunched together, the hurt on her face only adding more needles to Sakura's heart. "Why would you say that? I'm finally doing one thing that will make me happy and - "

"I'm sorry." More than anything, Sakura wished she could tell her why, but the information was far too confidential to share yet, not to mention uncertain. "It's just… I never thought you'd leave."

...xxx...xxx...xxx…

As soon as she'd bid Ino farewell, Sakura ran straight back to Kakashi's apartment. When he opened the door with a frown on his face, Sakura couldn't contain her tears anymore. He let her in without a word, closing the door behind her.

"Ino's pregnant," Sakura finally said, after standing in silence for too long.

"Sakura," Kakashi said, but she didn't let him continue.

"She's moving to Suna." Sakura wiped her eyes. "She's moving to Suna, Kakashi-senpai."

Kakashi didn't speak for a while. Sakura felt small under his gaze. It wasn't hard to feel he didn't want her here right now.

"Why do you come to me with this?"

Sakura frowned. "Sensei - "

"Don't call me that," he growled, his voice so suddenly venomous it startled Sakura. "Don't you think I've got my own fucking problems to deal with?"

"Why are you - "

"No," he shouted, stepping closer to her only to grab her chin painfully. "Why are you always here when I tell you to go? Why do you follow me everywhere like a lost puppy?"

Sakura shut her eyes, tears falling from her eyes.

"Cry," Kakashi spat. "It won't help you. It won't help me. I'm sick and tired of this. Don't you see how sick this is?"

"Don't, please," Sakura pleaded, opening her eyes to look at him through her tears.

"Don't what?" he said, tightening his grip. "Tell you how fucked up what you do is?"

Sakura choked out a sob, hands weakly grabbing at his in hopes he would let go.

"I'll show you fucked up, Sakura-chan." Kakashi exposed his sharingan. Sakura fought against his hold, but it was useless. "Look at me. Look at me like when I fucked you - I know you can."

Sakura gave up. She blinked away the tears and obeyed.

His sharingan was spinning. Immediately, she found herself tied to a table in an environment completely unfamiliar to her. It seemed endless, just darkness. No matter how hard she struggled, her restraints gave no sign of weakness.

"What is it that little Sakura fears?" Kakashi's voice said, resonating from every direction.

Sakura swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She had never experienced the sharingan before - not Kakashi's.

"You're scared I'll die," he let out after a few seconds of thought.

She bit her lip, feeling her heart pumping wildly in her chest already.

"You don't think I'll do it," he said. "It seems you're forgetting who I am, Sakura-chan."

Her eyes widened. He was kidding. He had to be.

"Let's do it," he chuckled.

A chill ran down her spine. Sakura had heard this voice of his before, always reserved for his enemies. He wasn't kidding.

Kakashi appeared to her side, several feet away and standing proud in his ANBU uniform.

"Kakashi," she called brokenly. "Let me go."

"You shouldn't show such weakness, Sakura-chan." Kakashi cooed as he stepped towards her.

"Do you know what happens to ninja who display emotions and weakness, hm?"

"K-Kakashi, don't," she pleaded, fighting against her restraints once more and turning her head away to avoid looking at him.

It was futile.

Kakashi let out a pained howl.

Sakura's head spun to the other side to see what had caused it only to find that the blade of a sword was lodged in his chest, sticking out from his back. Blood was gushing out of the wound and she knew that nothing could be done to save him. It had gone right through his heart, she could tell.

Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, drawing blood, and tears welled up in her eyes. This wasn't real, she tried to remind herself. It was all an illusion.

"S-Sakura," Kakashi called desperately, reaching for her.

The table disappeared below her, leaving her to lie on the floor and free to move. Sakura didn't move an inch, every of her muscles so stiff it hurt. It wasn't real. It wasn't.

"Help me," he pleaded.

Tears ran down her cheeks and she forced herself to repress the sobs that tried to escape. Kakashi was okay. He wasn't bleeding to death right next to her with no hope of being saved.

She heard his body fall on the floor. She knew that he was dead now. He wasn't getting back up.

Images of the day he had been brought to the hospital, in ANBU uniform and on the verge of death, replayed in her mind. She could see the amount of blood he had lost staining the hospital floor, feel his pulse weaken under her fingers. The despair and panic she had felt in that moment coursed through her system with the same intensity they had back then, forcing her to relive every second of it. She wanted to cry out, to beg him, to hit her head against the floor until it stopped. But she couldn't. This wasn't real and she couldn't break.

"Sakura," Kakashi called. "Open your eyes, it's over."

Regaining consciousness of her surroundings, Sakura dropped to the floor, cradling her head. She knew she was pathetic, sobbing and crying at his feet, but she didn't have the strength to do otherwise.

Kakashi kneeled in front of her and pulled her hands away from her head. Sakura hung her head to avoid facing him.

"Sakura."

Sakura didn't look up. She didn't speak. She couldn't. Not when he wasn't able to hide her shame. Kakashi's game was transparent and she didn't want to be pulled further into it. If he wanted to do this, he should at least have the guts to go through with it.

"I'm sorry, Sakura."

And he truly was, Sakura knew.

"I don't have the strength to do this," he finally said.

Kakashi stood up and Sakura watched his feet.

"I'm a coward, Sakura."

"I know," Sakura whispered. "I know."

Kakashi walked away. He opened the door and left without another word. Sakura stared at the closed door when she couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

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"Why are you here?"

Sakura knew it was selfish. To go see him now, after yesterday, and with her eyes still bearing the obvious signs of crying.

"Can I come in?" Sakura whispered, not daring to look up at Kunan.

Kunan stepped aside and Sakura walked inside. He closed the door behind her and then stood in front of her, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm sorry," Sakura said, not knowing what else to say.

"For what?"

Kunan didn't sound angry. Not too much, at least. Sakura dared to look up at his face. His dark eyes were harsh - but they always were. "It's selfish of me to come here."

"It is," Kunan said, wiping her cheek with his thumb. "So why did you do it?"

"Because I thought - I thought - " Sakura breathed in deeply, shakily. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he's really - "

Kunan didn't say anything. Sakura should have been deterred by how he simply watched her, but she wasn't.

"Maybe I need to let go."

"Sakura," Kunan said, grabbing her shoulders and keeping her at a distance when she tried to embrace him. "What made you choose to come tell me this?"

"I don't know," Sakura breathed out, looking down between them at their feet. Kunan's feet were bare. "I needed someone."

"I'm not gonna be just someone, Sakura," Kunan said, lifting her chin up so she would look at him. "That's not what I want."

'I'm sorry," Sakura whispered, closing her eyes as more tears came. "I don't know if I…"

"I don't expect you to know yet," Kunan said quickly, dropping his hands to his sides. "I don't know what you will be to me yet, either."

Sakura swallowed, her throat so tight she thought she might choke. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs, begging for a chance to jump off this roller coaster.

"Do you want to know who I am, Sakura?"

Blinking away the tears, Sakura looked at Kunan, perhaps for the first time seeing him for himself. No ninja, no teammate, no mask. Just a man. A man willing to take the first step and reach for her, if she just promised to take a step, too. No promises for a perfect picture, because they both knew how easily it could be ruined.

Kunan waited in silence for her answer, eyes twitching left and right as they followed hers. He wasn't very tall, but he still had a few inches on her. His large frame made him just as imposing, though, if not more. He was just a little boyish, with the rounded cheeks, but he didn't look a day younger than his age. Just looking at his hair made Sakura want to touch it again - she'd always loved that shade of black. The darks eyes, too. Kunan's were sharp, almost predatory. Dangerous, strong. Dedicated.

"I want to," Sakura finally said.

Kunan's lips twitched, just barely, into a smile and he cupped her cheeks in his rough hands. He stepped closer, leaning in until their noses brushed together. They both inched closer until their lips met, pressing together too carefully because they knew pain so well. Sakura's eyes fluttered closed. She was scared, but he was, too.

"Come here," Kunan said when they broke apart, taking her hand to lead her to the bed.

Sakura's stomach sank, but she didn't let on. Offering no resistance, she followed him, lying down with him. Sakura rested her head on his broad chest and closed her eyes, waiting. Kunan wrapped his arm around her, tangling his hand in her hair.

"Sleep," he said. "Clear your mind."

Sakura sighed in relief, hoping he wouldn't notice. Timid, she draped one arm over his chest, deciding she would give in. She wanted to be held. She wanted to do what he said and look no further for the time being. To just give in and jump over the edge. For a moment, she could float, without caring if she crashed or took flight.

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Sakura woke up to the feeling of her head rising and falling, a quiet, lulling movement. For a moment, she refused to open her eyes. She knew if she opened her eyes, it would stop. She would fully wake up and lose this peace. The steady thumping of a heart centered her, drowning out any other sounds.

All good things came to an end, though.

Sakura opened her eyes and leaned on her elbow to prop herself up. Kunan's arm slipped from her side; he was still sound asleep. As quietly as possible, Sakura slipped out of his bed. Feet on the ground, Sakura realized she hadn't even taken her shoes off. How rude. She took them off, placing them by Kunan's. The room was quiet, a little dark now that the curtains were closed and no lights were on.

Kunan wanted her to know who he was. Exploring his dwelling seemed as good a way as another.

Though Sakura had to bite her tongue to avoid scolding herself, she walked to the fridge and pulled it open. Empty, save for a box of takeout. Sakura pried it open, peeking inside. Yakisoba. It still smelled good. She moved on to the freezer, disappointed to find only a few frozen vegetables and some fish. Sakura checked the cupboard above the sink next; the only one besides under the sink. Three plates, a box with a multitude of different takeout chopsticks, four bowls, a tea kettle and four cups. They were all mismatched, leaving Sakura to guess he had had started with a single set and replaced any piece he broke by a random other. The box of bagged tea was empty.

Sakura sighed. Typical ninja living quarters.

Sakura tiptoed to his dresser, the only piece of furniture besides the bed. He ate on his bed, she guessed, or standing. There were some random items on top; a hairbrush, hair ties, a towel that looked like it might have started growing some kind of mold from never being dried. What really caught her attention, though, was the upside down frame. Sakura lifted it with one finger, leaning down to peek at the picture.

As she realized what it was, Sakura's eyes softened. She picked it up, holding it gingerly. A picture of him and his students. Kunan had been right; Hideki had fought the black-haired one at the chuunin exams.

"I see you've made yourself at home."

Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Kunan's voice. Quickly, she replaced the frame the way it had been.

"Sorry," Sakura said, smiling cheekily. "I couldn't help myself."

"I assume this means I get the same privilege when I come over," Kunan said, smirking. He stood up and walked to her, pulling a drawer open. "Do you want to check the drawers, while you're at it?"

"If you ask so nicely," Sakura chuckled. "I'm sure you have nothing to hide."

"Uniforms, regular clothes, and everything else," Kunan listed, pointing at the drawers one by one. "Do you need to confirm?"

"Not really," Sakura said, biting her lip to keep from smiling too wide.

"I haven't had any proper food since last night, and I'm sure you've seen our options here," Kunan said, shrugging out of his shirt to put on a fresh one. He still favored shirts with a deep v-neck, Sakura noted. The rest followed. "Let's go outside."

"I want dumplings," Sakura muttered. "We never got to have them again back in Ame."

"Tough luck," Kunan chuckled, ushering her outside. "You'll have to settle for something else."

Sakura sighed and followed him, deciding she didn't care where they were going. Surprises were good things, too, sometimes.

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"No," Sakura said vehemently, frowning.

"Yes," Kunan said, equally insistent.

"No," Sakura repeated.

"I'll make it worth your while," Kunan cajoled. "Do it."

Sakura pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, staring at Kunan warily. "Define worth my while."

"No. Take a chance."

Sakura narrowed her eyes further, looking down at the small fried octopus he'd thrown on her plate. It was absolutely revolting to think of eating something so gross.

"Fine." Sakura picked it between her chopsticks, shoving it in her mouth before she had a chance to talk herself out of it. She chewed once and gagged, pressing her hand to her mouth. She swallowed it whole, with some difficulty. "Oh my god, why would you - "

Kunan leaned over the table, silencing with one long, hard kiss.

"That's rude," Sakura complained against his lips. "We're in public."

"Shut up."

Sakura complied, eyes fluttering closed. Kunan didn't relinquish an iota of control; she simply followed his lead. When he pulled away, Sakura licked her lips. "Is that what you call making it worth my while?"

"You're beautiful." Kunan smirked, clasping his hands together over the table. "More than you know."

Sakura grinned, her heart skipping a beat. "Better."

"Let's go," Kunan said, standing up. Their plates had been picked clean for a while already, save for that one monstrosity. "You've seen where I live; it's time I see where Haruno lives."

Sakura scoffed, following him outside when he grabbed her hand and led her outside. "That's smooth, inviting yourself over like that."

"Well, I don't intend to let you sleep alone tonight," Kunan said, locking his fingers with hers. "Don't you think it's getting boring, only seeing my bedroom?"

"A little." Sakura bumped her shoulder against his, smirking. "My walls aren't quite so dull."

It was dark already and the moon was bright in the sky, coating the streets in darkness as they walked. Few people still roamed around the village by this hour; the ones that did were quiet. Such peace made it easier to forget how the day had started, and Sakura didn't hesitate to shut out any part of herself that tried to remind her.

She couldn't shut out Kakashi, though, not when he sat on the doorstep of her house.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't come home tonight," Kakashi said, unmoving. He was too tall to sit on such a short step, his knees bent awkwardly and his neck even more so because of how he leaned his head on his fist. "Do you have a minute?"

Sakura looked at Kunan from the corner of her eye, unsurprised to see him frowning. His hand tightened around hers. Sakura pulled her hand free, offering Kunan a reassuring smile when he turned towards her too quickly. Sakura walked the small distance that separated her from Kakashi and he stood.

Kakashi was so tall; to look up at him had always put a strain on her neck.

"Let's go inside," Kakashi said, looking over her shoulder at Kunan briefly. "I'd rather we talk in private."

"No," Sakura said when he started to turn towards the door. "Let's stay here."

Kakashi frowned, hesitating. After a moment, he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"What did you want to say to me?" Sakura eased her neck into its normal position, leveling her eyes with Kakashi's chest. He wasn't wearing the flak jacket tonight.

"I thought you might be sick after yesterday," he said, too cheerful. "I just wanted to check up on you. I see Kunan beat me to it."

Sakura simply nodded, focusing on her breathing. In and out, slowly, evenly.

"It's a good thing." Kakashi ruffled her hair and Sakura winced. "I'll be on my way, then."

Sakura didn't look behind her when Kakashi walked away. Her heart hammered in her chest and breathing became harder and harder. Kakashi hoped she would look back and call for, she knew - he didn't want to be alone, he never really did. Kunan took his place at her side. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sakura fished for her keys and unlocked the door. Inside, Sakura slumped on the back of her couch, gripping the fabric.

"Sakura." Kunan stood between her legs, cupping her cheeks. "Sakura."

"I'm fine," Sakura said, exhaling one long breath. "Sorry about that."

"Whatever you're feeling," Kunan said, dark eyes boring into hers. "Forget him."

"Kunan…"

"Whenever you want to say call his name," Kunan said, his tone deeper than before. "Say mine instead."

Sakura shut her eyes and threw her arms around Kunan's neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Kunan."

"Good," he encouraged, hooking his hands under her thighs to lift her up. He carried her to the other side of the couch and laid her down on it, hovering above her. "Do it as many times as it takes."

Kunan's hands grabbed at the waist of her pants. Sakura raised her hips, letting him pull them down. The kiss he gave her was just what she needed then - hard and almost painful.

"Do you want me?"

Sakura nodded, locking her legs around his hips. He reached between them to undo the buttons of his pants.

"Who do you want?"

"Kunan," Sakura answered as she closed her eyes as tight as she could, hating the way her throat constricted.

When he thrusted into her, Sakura groaned, the friction all too satisfying.

"Don't close your eyes," he said, cupping her cheek in his hand while the other steadied him on the cushion. "Look at me."

Sakura obeyed, refusing to take her eyes off him, off of his black hair, his eyes, his mouth. "Kunan."

"I want you," he growled into her neck, increasing their tempo. "Fuck, you feel good."

"Then fuck me harder," Sakura moaned, fisting her hands in his hair. "Fuck me until I can't think straight anymore."

"Good girl," Kunan said, his smirk wolfish.

He rolled her onto her stomach and thrust into her again. Sakura didn't move, keeping her hips up exactly where he wanted them. He complied to her demand easily; whenever her mind slipped away, he thrust harder, faster, until all she could do was cry out under him. In pain or pleasure, it didn't matter. She cried out his name.

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