A/N: Please see note at the end of chapter.

My Bestfriend's Girlfriend

Chapter 6

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Sasuke bolts upright the moment he knows something is wrong.

Startled from his sleep, he nearly goes into cardiac arrest when he realizes who is sleeping angelically beside him. Images of her sobbing beneath him come barreling into his mind, seizing his breath. His heartbeat skyrockets, thudding in his ears so loudly that it's all he can hear.

Oh, god. No. Please no. Not again—

"Sasuke?" Sakura murmurs softly, eyes creaking open as she turns to peek at him over her bare shoulder. At the alarm on his face, Sakura snaps upright. "What's wrong? What happened?" She touches his cheek tentatively, brushing away his wild locks of sleep-mussed hair.

When he studies the concern on her face with terrified disoriented eyes, it's only then that coherence slowly nudges its way into his mind.

They didn't drink last night. They didn't have drunken accidental sex. Naruto isn't going to be stomping through the door, searching for his unfaithful girlfriend. Sakura isn't going to turn her back on him.

Everything is fine.

Sasuke lets out a sigh so heavy with relief that his head falls into her naked chest. His arms snake around her waist, ignoring the surprise and confusion that is surely marring her face. Sakura runs a concerned hand through his hair, holding him without question. Just another thing he loves so much about her, among everything else.

With his forehead pressed against her collarbone, he deeply inhales, still bathing in the relief that he hadn't just relived his worst nightmare. He hears the rapid flutter of her heartbeat and he soaks up her concern like a man starved.

"Hey," Sakura whispers hesitantly, "what happened?" He doesn't miss the note of fear in her voice.

Sasuke presses his lips to her collarbone in response, slowly kissing a trail up to her lips. He gently coerces her back down onto the bed, never breaking his lips from hers. His hands cradle her face, thumbs tracing her high cheekbones.

To think, for even a moment, that he was going to lose her again has his body trembling with the remnants of adrenaline. The past two months have been the most agonizing weeks he's ever experienced, and to go through it all again would be sheer torment.

He would sooner rather die than endure Sakura's icy indifference.

Last night floods back instantly. Warmth pools in his chest, every last detail pouring into his memory like sweet honey, rich with affection. Even as his lips move against hers, it doesn't feel real.

Sasuke pulls back to look down at her, thumbs still tracing her smooth skin. Neither of them say anything, but their silence has always had a language of its own. Her eyes glitter with adoration, and Sasuke cherishes her all the more for it. She's so beautiful like this, raw and vulnerable beneath him. Completely open.

"Are you going to tell me what just happened?" She asks, an amused twinkle in her eyes.

Sasuke shrugs. "Nightmare."

The look on her face is doubtful, but Sasuke isn't quite ready to lay out all of his insecurities on the table just yet. He slides off of her and pulls her tightly into his chest, tucking her in his arms. He inhales the sweet perfume of her hair, sighing as she relaxes into his embrace.

- x -

With sleep still dusting their eyes, they step into the tumbling hot spray of the shower, bodies pressed flush together. A different kind of heat flourishes between them as their hands slip and slide over one another's naked flesh in the confined space. Sakura's fingers scrub and massage his scalp, washing the dark mass of hair on his head with all the ardor of a honeymooned bride. His lips find hers repeatedly, pressing kiss after soft kiss on her lips as she continues to wash him, the hot water streaking between their heated mouths.

Sasuke's arms coil around her small waist, hands sliding from between her delicate shoulder blades down to the base of her spine, molding her against him. He squeezes the plump flesh of her bottom, the force of his grip lifting her onto her toes, her rosy-tipped breasts sliding against his hard chest. Steam billows around them, as hot and heavy as the searing warmth they share. His heart throbs against his ribcage, still so unaccustomed to Sakura's sweet intimacy.

The shower feels more like a lucid dream than reality, but when fingers wrap around his hard arousal between them, the fire inside of him is far too fervid to be anything but real. And when she drops to her knees before him and takes his cock between her lips, Sasuke wonders if he is not dreaming after all.

She sucks and licks him at an agonizingly slow pace, pumping him into her mouth with fingers that grope and twist his sensitive heated flesh until his toes curl and his chest heaves.

Quicker than he would have liked, he comes deep within her throat, fingers clenched in her sopping pink locks as the hot water sluices over them. His moan ricochets off the tiled walls, amplified by the steamy acoustic room. Sakura kisses her way back up to his mouth, smiling against his lips when his fingers urgently prod between her legs, eager to bring her the same mercy she brought him.

Sasuke is on his knees next, throwing her slim thigh over his shoulder. Sakura gasps, one hand bracing the defined curve of his shoulder and the other in his drenched hair. He licks and laps at her slit until the water spilling over them turns to ice and Sakura is writhing against his mouth, spasming on his tongue.

When they finally step out, they dry each other off. Sakura aggressively ruffles Sasuke's mop of hair with a towel, laughing at his disapproval of having his head being manhandled so roughly. He quickly retrieves his payback by slapping her wet ass so hard she squeaks in surprise. And then just as quickly as it comes, their playful antics melt into something tender and sweet as Sakura twines her arms around his neck, picking up right where they left off, towels limp and forgotten around their ankles.

In the kitchen they search for breakfast, only to realize the fridge is as barren as the cupboards. Sasuke decides they will have to leave the house. He gives Sakura his black hoodie to throw on, marveling at the way her slim body swims in the fabric.

With pink hair still damp and choppy around her freshly washed face, cheeks flushed and a shy smile lifting her lips, Sasuke wants nothing more than to drop to his knees, curl his arms around her midsection, and beg her forgiveness for every crack he's ever left on her heart. She's so criminally genuine in her kindness that he feels filthy just sharing her presence.

Instead, however, Sasuke remains rooted in place, incapable of motion, entranced by her beauty and the very fact that she is now his.

Her affectionate green eyes watch him as they stare at each other in the quiet of the kitchen, speaking without ever speaking at all. Sasuke then carefully tucks a limp strand behind her ear, the pads of his fingertips caressing her heated cheeks; something he has ached to do for a lifetime. The action is so small and simple, so at laughable odds with the deeds they have already done, but the light in her eyes at his touch tells him it is so much more.

They don't speak of Naruto. They don't let the gravity of what they're doing suck them into the black hole that is waiting to swallow them whole. Instead they drift, intertwined in a universe they've created for themselves, filled not with their mistakes but with their intention. With a love that has finally burst from its confines, bubbling over until it can no longer be denied. No longer ignored.

It demands to be felt; a living thing roaring and thrashing between them with all the retribution of a wrongly accused prisoner, commanding its justice—for being locked away, for all the time lost, and for the past that cannot be changed.

Sakura perches on her tippy toes, embracing him so sweetly that his knees threaten to give out after all.

- x -

Instead of going for breakfast, Sakura suggests going to the grocery store together. Something they've done millions of times before. But never like this.

She holds his hand in the parking lot as they make their way into the store. The public display of affection makes his heart dance in his chest. But it isn't fear that has him feeling as lightheaded as a balloon, it's the realization that Sakura is openly choosing not to hide who they are. His fingers tighten around hers, swallowing when she squeezes his right back. She shoots him a glance from the corner of her eyes, silently reassuring him that she is not going anywhere.

They grab a cart, practically floating through the aisles in a warm daze. Several times they stop, pulling on each other's hand and leaning in to steal quick, chaste kisses. Strangers regard them with curiosity and disapproval, but they only judge what they cannot understand. To onlookers they might look like clumsy, reckless lovers—immature kids with stars in their eyes and sweet-nothings on their tongue. But a single glance at Sasuke and Sakura could never capsulize the lifetime one would need to fathom the complexity of their situation. A complexity they themselves have spent their whole lives trying to understand, only to have the answer blow up in their faces in the span of twenty-four hours.

Sasuke hovers over her short frame like a sentinel, only stuffing his hands in his pockets when Sakura releases his hand to fill their cart with groceries. He's bereft the moment her fingers leave his, but he does not reach for her again. They stride along aisle after aisle, grabbing eggs, milk, and butter to make themselves a late breakfast.

Fleurie's "Hurricane" begins playing through the store's speaker system. Sakura pauses for a moment as the soft piano notes drift above them, the smile on her face as permanent as a tattoo.

"Do you like this song?" Sasuke asks curiously, not recognizing the slow tune but determined to store it in his memory for future use. By circumstance, he knows most things about Sakura, but she still surprises him from time to time.

Sakura drops a can of tomatoes into the cart before she turns her smile upwards at him. "I've never heard it before, but I like it because now every time I hear it, I'll think of you. Of today." She says, lowering her eyes back to the cart in front of her as if suddenly demure. Still, her smile remains. "Today's a good day to remember, I think."

Sasuke's chest feels so warm it's a wonder he isn't glowing with the intensity. Sakura is someone who treasures memories; little moments that are more like blips on life's radar than actual events. Things even he wouldn't think to remember, keen as his memory is.

"And why would today be a good day to remember?" Sasuke murmurs with an edge of playfulness only Sakura could ever catch.

"Because I can do this."

Sakura turns from the cart and pulls his face down to meet hers, kissing him deeply in the middle of the aisle. Her wet tongue prods his lower lip before she sucks it between her teeth, sensually tugging him towards her. And then her tongue plunges into his mouth, rolling around his with a sudden intensity that has his heart rate pounding in his ears.

His expression must be one of shock because she laughs the moment she steps back.

"You're right." Sasuke tells her after a brief pause, lightly clearing his throat and adjusting his stance to better hide the semi-erection she's summoned with her lips. "Today is a good day to remember."

- x -

A/N: I'm so sorry that this is so short! I originally had so much more planned for this story, but it's been quite a few years now. I had this short draft just sitting in my phone for ages, and I kept coming back to re-read it until one night I was like fuck it, even though it's short, it's still cute so it should be posted. I wanted to expand on what happens on Naruto's side, but never got around to it. Maybe one day I'll continue writing it but who knows.

Also the song in the chapter is Fleurie - "Hurricane"

I thought this was quite a fitting song for these naughty two.