title: i feel home
characters: SasuSaku
rating: K+
category: romance/fluff

The rain seemed to beat down from all angles. It soaked his clothes, blurred his vision, whipped at his hair, brought his body to an unpleasant chill. After that weeklong horror of a mission, all Sasuke wanted to do was get home.

He hopped from tree to tree, barely able to navigate his way through the foliage due to the nasty storm he was trapped in. While the mission had been successful, it in no way had been easy and had taken the last of his patience. The Hokage had sent him to retrieve some sacred scrolls stolen by a group of Mist nin nearly a month ago, and those nin were not willing to give the scrolls back without a fight.

Finally Konoha's gates came in sight but still Sasuke couldn't relax. He hastily made his way to the Hokage tower to fill out a report with Tsunade-sama, wishing that he could go straight home for once.

Half an hour later, he made his way through the streets, ignoring the several inches of water pooling on the pavement—his clothes were already soaked through, what was a little more rain water? A woman called out a greeting to him—whom he later recognized to be Kurenai—but he paid her no attention; nothing would stand in the way of him and his home.

The Uchiha compound was dark for the most part, seeing as only one of the houses was being used currently. A light in the main house, however, was just the welcome he needed. He pushed through the front door, not minding that he was dripping rain water and mud all over the floors. Working his way towards his bedroom, his eyes searched everywhere for what he was looking for.

Opening the bedroom door, finally, there it was.

"Welcome home, Sasuke-kun."

There sat his wife, sitting on her feet in the middle of their bed. Her cropped pink hair rested loosely at her shoulders, all she was wearing was a turquoise camisole and matching panties. The room was dark save for half a dozen lit candles scattered about the bedroom, the covers of their shared bed turned back and inviting.

Soft music drifted in and out of his attention as he lay face down in their pillows, resting his head against his crossed arms. Sakura sat on his lower back, massaging his aching shoulders and spine. Her smooth hands flickered with the slight chakra she used to soothe the sore muscles beneath his skin. She ran her fingers through his now dry hair, scraping at his scalp with her long nails like she knew he liked.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on his shoulder and pressing her lips against his cheek. She didn't ask him about the mission—she knew he would tell her in time, and that all he wanted (needed) right now was her silent company and her soft touch.

Sasuke reached behind him, gripping one of her small hands in his own. "Sakura," he breathed quietly, before turning to press his mouth against hers.

He was home.