They won.
They won. They won, they survived.
It was all over, the war, the Akatsuki, the constant specter of death over all of their friends, family, and loved ones…and the splintering of Team 7. It was like a dream she'd never quite managed to believe all in one dream at once.
Some people had taken to cheering, many Naruto's name, some to shouting and hollering—a few seemed to be dancing—and many she saw had broken down into tears of relief or disbelief.
She had her own way of dealing with it.
Sasuke-kun stood alone, watching the spot where the last of the Edo Tensei'd hokage had vanished, mind working over in endless thoughts she couldn't hope to guess. For once, she wouldn't even try. Instead, she simply grabbed him by the torn over-sized lapels of his Uchiha jacket and yanked him forward, off balance and into her arms
When better to kiss the person she loved without reservation, than during the celebrations of the end of a war?