Dreamt

Chapter 7

AN: No new content in this chapter.

Even though it is revision, I decided to keep the lengthy AN from the original version. It clears up some points about the scene from the previous chapter.

I think that the main controversial point is that it went too quickly. From one side I'm tempted to ask: really? They've been hanging out in that dream for months - seasons managed to change and I've managed to run out of ideas for dialogs :)

On the more serious note: well, if it went fast, it did because Madara was the initiator of the whole thing. And for him it was not a big deal, not a big thing to spend time on. That is where their standpoints are radically different. For a woman, especially so young and inexperienced it is a HUGE DEAL. For him - not at all. He has a whole lifetime of experiences (all, not only sexual) behind him already, completely different perspective on what matters and what doesn't, different cultural background even. For him it is just something one does, like eating and sleeping.

Yeah, sure he's being an asshole for not taking her sentiments under consideration. But he is kind of an asshole. He doesn't respect people (shortlist the people he respects - I bet the list will be very short indeed, beginning and ending with a person with letter "H" at the front of the name...) and he has a bad habit of taking agency away from others (see prerequisites to Mugen Tsuyokomi plan...) He doesn't care about other people's plans / opinions / choices, and that includes Sakura. Because why wouldn't it? There didn't happen anything to make him change. There didn't happen anything that would have enough of an impact on him to undergo such a radical change of mind. He didn't fall in love in her or anything... He likes her, he feels comfortable around her. And at some point starts finding her attractive. All reasons enough to go to bed. Pardon my French, but two first ones are not even actually that necessary.

So he doesn't love her and this is also where they stand on different positions. Because Sakura is much more invested in him, maybe even starts falling in love. It's up to her to decide if she can accept him being as he is. And love him even if he doesn't. Despite it and despite what he did. To be magnanimous enough to step over it. And in the canon Sakura has that capacity - see whole her relation with Sasuke, all of it. And in my eyes it is also the only way for a weaker party to claim agency - by forgiving harm, being a bigger person.

So, yes, it was quick and without fireworks and it was meant like that. Because it was not the pivotal moment in their relation even if it seemed oh, so important to Sakura. It's not like the first sex has to be the most important moment in the relation. It can be, and sure, it's nice, but it doesn't have to be. Expecting it to be a gamechanger and ultimate solution to all the issues is a modernized version of "and lived happy ever after". It's simply not true.

The next night she was back in the compound. Madara was sitting in his usual spot by the koi. She gave him a look that would make Naruto run for his life. It made Madara laugh.

"What is it? No 'Hello'?"

Sakura glared.

"What's with your manners? You look as if you want to hit me." He was finding her very amusing. "So, let's give you a chance – how 'bout a spar?"

This time, Sakura really went for it, infused tons of chakra into her punches, but of course he was too fast. Nevertheless, she had an impression that she pushed him into the defensive for a moment. Or maybe he was not into attacking today? Just getting her to work out her anger? Sakura was getting tired when suddenly he stepped up his game. With a couple of kicks and blows that she still managed to dodge, he outmaneuvered her. And there he was, behind her, pressing a kunai to her throat.

"I win."

"You always win. What's the point bragging about it?!"

"Oh, good, finally you've spoken up." She could hear a mean broad smile without seeing it. She knew him really well by now.

He was still behind her, at bit closer now, their bodies touching. He pressed her tighter, put his lips to the crook of her neck. A shiver traveled down Sakura's spine. Madara licked the skin behind her ear, but didn't touch her anywhere else. Just pressed closer. Somehow, it wasn't really surprising her. Nor could it be unwelcomed for all the pleasure it was causing. During the day, she'd been thinking about the previous encounter over and over again. And as confused as she was about it, she wanted to taste more of it. She was really angry though at his manner of just taking, as if she belonged to him.

Madara sucked on her neck and she just had to arch a bit into him.

"In a better mood already? Then get your pants off."

"Bastard, how dare you?" Sakura hissed. Exactly. This manner.

The blade jumped back to her throat. "How dare I? I am holding a kunai at your throat."

"And are you going to force me?"

"What's the difference? It doesn't matter if I force you, manipulate you, seduce you or talk you nicely into it. It will always be just my will against yours. Me against you."

"Why against? You make it sound as if every interaction has to be a conflict!"

"Because it is. And now I suggest we continue this philosophical discussion after we're done fucking. Out of your pants, unless you want to have another pair ruined and run half naked for the rest of the day."

"Ok, then…" Sakura made a move to step away. If she could get out of his grasp, she could make a run for it. Or not really… She could not outrun Uchiha Madara.

"Oh, no, I don't think so." He reinforced the grip.

"So, how am I supposed to…?"

"Standing."

Sakura wanted to punch him so much, to shove an elbow into his stomach for example. Instead, she reached for her shorts. It was difficult to get them down when she couldn't even move her neck. She had to squirm quite a lot and she understood the motive behind it. With each move, she had to rub her butt against his groin. And it was making him excited. Not only him – the pants sliding down her legs were wet. She stepped out of them. Madara bit her neck, quite painfully. And kicked her legs from under her.

Sakura didn't even register how she ended up on all fours in the sand. His grip on her hips immobilized her. When she glanced back, Madara was grinning.

"Let's start, shall we?"

It was like a storm that threatened to knock her to the ground, shook everything about her. Halfway through, she'd used up all her strength already to counter the thrusts. It was good that he was holding her hips and kept pulling her into himself because by then she just couldn't anymore. After they were finished, Sakura collapsed into a sad pile on the ground. She was completely exhausted and the orgasm she rode left her legs feeling strangely soft. Madara looked down at her with half contempt, half amusement.

"You look like you need an onsen." He grabbed her hand and pulled her on her feet. Onsen? Was there an onsen somewhere in this compound? There was, and a beautiful one, only that it was underground. That's probably why she never found it.

Oblivious of her presence, Madara undressed and stepped into the water. Sakura couldn't help staring. She never saw him naked, and even though she saw her classmates train and treated many wounded men, no one could compare. 'One can teach muscle anatomy on this one…' Sakura almost giggled.

"Are you going to stand there forever?"

Sakura woke up. She wasn't really sure about it. Now she wasn't being coerced into anything. No kunai on her throat, no pinning to the ground. She didn't have to go with it. Plus, she was quite ashamed of getting undressed before a stranger – well, not exactly – in front of a man with whom she shared her whole life history already. And who fucked her twice. Not much of a stranger. And whatever he will do, it's not that he didn't do it already before. And the water looked so tempting…

Trying to keep her attitude sober and indifferent, Sakura undressed. Madara wasn't even looking. Bastard… But the water was as good as it looked.

Sakura leaned against the edge of the pond and floated. This was so good. She was lying there, not really thinking much. She knew if she started, she would come to the conclusion that all of this was horribly wrong. After a few long minutes Madara broke the silence.

"Where did your chatter disappear?"

She threw him a look.

"I am still angry at you, you know?"

"About what, exactly?"

"About you raping me?"

"I didn't rape you." Madara sounded very relaxed. "Should I remind you of the details? How wide you were spreading your legs for example?"

"But I didn't want it, I didn't plan for it!"

"It's not that I sat planning it for hours either…"

'Really? And here I thought I finally discovered what you were doing watching your stupid koi.' But she held her tongue.

"I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it. Where is the problem?"

"But it's not how I imagined it!" She broke off. She didn't want to sound thirteen. "It's not how I wanted it to happen. And that's assuming I even wanted it TO happen, which is a rather bold assumption. And now it's all done and I didn't even have a chance…" What was she trying to say? Have a chance to decide? A complaint that he wouldn't even understand. In his mind, choice was a luxury, unnecessary even for ones with enough power to have this privilege. She sighed sadly. "It's just… You only have one first time…"

"Was it your first time? I didn't notice."

Sakura felt the tears welling up.

"You stinking Uchiha bastard!" She hissed trying to blink the tears away.

"It was a compliment."

"Oh." So, she did well? Is this what he meant?

"You should have asked. Ask, not take for granted, not take as you please. I would have said 'yes' you know…?" She finished very quietly.

Madara gazed at the ceiling.

"Alright. I am sorry that what I did made you upset. I should have acted with more reverence."

"An apology? From the great Uchiha Madara?"

There must have been something really interesting on this ceiling as he kept studying it… "First and last time you'll hear it."

He looked back at her. "So, if that was all it was about and the damage is, so to speak, done, nothing stands in the way of continuing, I imagine?" He sent her a very cheeky smile.

"You are an arrogant, self-possessed jerk!"

Madara laughed.

"You know, that's probably why nobody likes you!"

He laughed again, looked her straight in the eye.

"You like me."

Sakura sent the biggest wave she could produce in his direction but didn't manage to surprise him. A split second later, she felt a grab at her ankle and she was dragged down. She resurfaced a short moment earlier than Madara and pushed his head under water when he was taking his breath. She actually got him to choke a bit. When he finally got to the surface, her hands were still around his neck. Such a jerk, but it is hard not to…

"True. I like you. A lot."

AN: Thank you so much for all the reviews, and please, let me know what you think about this chapter.