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After the Curtain.
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It had been a rough mission, rough and bloody and mind-numblingly dangerous.
They both came so close to dying several times this last week, barely surviving mainly thanks to his stealth and her medical knowledge in combination with their brilliant minds.
And now as they finally arrived home, as they could finally drop their guard, even if Shinobi never really dropped their guard completely, he was suddenly so close and his touch was everywhere. His lips grazing every spot they could reach, his tongue tasting every patch of skin.
She moaned as they stood there, pressed against each other, her breath coming out in heavy pants.
It was quite unusual of him to be so upfront, to be so close and everywhere she could reach.
It was the last mission, she guessed, that had him bothered, The last mission, that had been so deadly, made him act this way.
She leant into his touch with a soft exhale, as he cupped her face with unusual gentleness, kissing him back with the same intensity, slowly but steadily divesting him bit by bit as he did the same.
The bed felt heavenly underneath her, even better, when he settled down between her thighs, kissing her neck and pushing his pelvis against her core, making her feel just how aroused he was.
It was his hushed whisper, hoarse with need and cracked from exhaustion that made her realise just how much he wanted her "I need you." even without listening to the words he was saying, Sakura already understood "So much..."
A pant from his part thrilled her to her utmost inner as she traveled her hands over the rigid and scarred planes of his back, he was not perfect anymore, not a little boy anymore but that only made her love him more.
He made a quick work of her shirt and dipped his head down towards her fishnet covered chest, slipping the garment off of her with ease as soon as the zipper was opened.
She moaned as his lips began to worship her nipples, already taut with excitement as he pushed his clothed crotch against hers again, sending pangs of pleasure through her insides.
He nuzzled into her neck, trailing soft open mouthed kisses over the expanse between her neck and shoulder, leaving out a deep rumble of approval as she shifted underneath him with need.
"I need… " he said in a broken whisper into her ear, his hands between their bodies, fumbling with her spandex shorts and pulling them down swiftly and efficiently before making quick work of his own trousers and undergarments "…Inside you."
She nodded with consent, needing him just as much as he needed her and before she could even say anything else, he was inside, filling her to the brim.
And finally, she felt complete again, they were one and it only felt better as he made his first thrusts.
From then on, it was pure bliss, their bodies, slick with sweat and heated with desire meeting thrust for thrust, she wound her arms around his back, her nails biting into his tender flesh as she was sent to heaven and back again.
His lips ghosted over hers, their eyes met and she knew how much she adored this man, how much she loved him and that it was undeniably reciprocated.
It didn't matter if he didn't say it with words, or that he wasn't the perfect image she used to have of him, it only mattered that he was there, and that was worth more than any love profession.
They climaxed in time, their heated bodies cooling down as a nightly breeze made its way through the window and they fell asleep together, wrapped into eachother.
He held her tighter than he usually would, but that was alright, that was perfect.
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A/N: Sorry I didn't update Bitter Concrete yet! But my computer crashed and I lost all my files so yeah and I wanted some SasuSaku smut *cough*
By the way, this is inspired by a work of Nami86 on Devart called 'Sketch:ANBU sasusaku'
Anyways, I don't know when I'll update, cause I'm quite busy y'know, work and college and so on...
Bye for now. xoxo