title: 7:31
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ! 2012
rating: T-M

summary: oo7: Their love is forbidden, and Sakura knows that she has to let go soon. Sasuke just won't let her.

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Teacher

"We can't do this," Sakura moaned as Sasuke kissed her neck, undoing the buttons on her blouse.

"I know," he murmured, his mouth trailing back up to kiss her jaw, and then her lips. "But I need you."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and had her hands on his shoulders, throwing her head back so that he had more access to her neck. "S-Sensei…"

"Don't call me sensei," he said, his lips still at her neck. "Call me Sasuke."

"Sasuke…" she said softly, the word foreign to her. She liked how it rolled off her tongue, though. "Sasuke…"

He finally undid all the buttons on her blouse and saw that she was wearing a plain white bra underneath. Blushing, Sakura covered her chest with her arms, embarrassed to show herself to her teacher.

"It's okay," he said, pulling her arms apart. "Let me see."

He looked at her chest and stomach. She was beautiful, with soft, white skin and almost immaculate breasts underneath her garment. "Can I touch you?" he asked softly, not wanting to push her any more than she didn't want.

Sakura nodded, and he rested a hand on her thigh while trailing his fingers down her cleavage before taking one of her breasts and cupping them in his hand. Sakura struggled to hold back a moan, but Sasuke kissed her.

"I like it when you call out like that. Please, don't stop."

He pulled up one of the cups, and Sakura blushed, feeling his gaze linger on her nipple. He took it between his fingers and flicked it softly, and she cried out in pleasure, moaning as she became hard against his hand.

"You're very responsive," he murmured as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, suckling her like a newborn baby. "And you taste deliciously sweet."

"Sensei—!"

"I told you," he said, taking his mouth off her breast for one second. "Call me Sasuke."

"Sasuke…" she moaned. "Sasuke, Sasuke…" she wrapped her fingers in his hair as he pulled up the other cup and massaged her breast as he sucked her, feeling her turn harder with every lick.

"Sakura," he said, pulling apart to kiss her again. He looked into her eyes. "I lo—"

The bell rang. "Shit!" Sakura cried out, quickly pulling down her bra and buttoning her blouse while smoothing her skirt and her hair. "I'm sorry, sensei, I have to go now." She gave him a shy smile as she ran out the door, and Sasuke stared at her, mussed hair and all. He collapsed in his chair, looking at the desk where he and Sakura were just expressing their desires. And he was so close, so close, to telling her how he felt.

But it would never have worked out anyway. He was five years her senior at 23, and she still had her whole life in front of her, possibly involving another man that wasn't him.

He hated the idea of Sakura being with someone else, doing the things that he and she just did. But if she was happy with him, then who was he to stop her from being happy?

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Dear Diary, Sakura wrote. She contemplated on what to write at her desk, swinging her legs back and forth. I was with Sensei again. He keeps telling me to call him Sasuke, but I feel that if we were in class, I might call him Sasuke instead of Sensei and… she paused, thinking of what else to write.

He touched me again today. We got to fondling without clothes—and he touched my breasts. It felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. I'm still feeling hot thinking about it, she wrote as she felt her chest heat up with warmth. I think…I love him a lot. He makes me feel warm—not just with passion—whenever I'm with him, and he makes me feel good and makes me laugh. I'm just worried that he won't like me back in that way, because I'm so young and there are plenty of other women much more beautiful than me.

Sakura didn't want to write anymore. She closed her diary and undressed, going to her bed.

"Good night, Sasuke," she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes, awaiting sleep.

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"So, what do you think the poet is trying to say in lines four and seven? Do you agree with what he's saying? Naruto, what do you think?" Sasuke said, calling on the student that was not trying to hide the fact that he was sleeping.

"Hn…what?" Naruto said as someone kicked him under the table to wake him up. "Sorry, what, sensei?"

Sasuke smirked. He liked Naruto, but he sure as hell could be dumb as fuck. "Pay attention. Now, what do you think…" he scanned the room, his eyes landing on the student he cared for the most. "Sakura?"

Sakura jumped up, hearing Sasuke call her name. All eyes were on her, and she didn't know what to say.

"I think…" she said softly. She cleared her throat. "I disagree with him."

"Why?" Sasuke asked. She saw that his eyes softened, and that usually only happened when they were together intimately.

"Because…" she said. "Because I think that if you love someone, no matter who they are, you should do anything you can to make sure he or she ends up happy, even if it means letting them go. Because keeping them for yourself if they don't feel the same way is selfish. And the person you love won't be happy, meaning that you won't be happy, either. That's what I think," Sakura said, her voice getting quieter.

All eyes were still on her. The room was dead silent.

"See me after class," Sasuke said. He turned back to the chalkboard. "Okay, now in these lines—what kind of theme do you think the poet is trying to convey?"

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"Sakura," Sasuke said, making sure the doors were locked and that nobody could come in. "What were you trying to tell me during class?"

Sakura looked at her feet. "Nothing, it was just a statement."

"It's got to be more than a statement, Sakura," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You poured your feelings out to me. Do you not want to be with me like this? Is it too risky? Because if you want, I can leave my job."

"No! Don't leave," Sakura said. "I'm not going to let you do that to yourself."

"Why not? What if I want to?"

"Why would you? You have such a good life here. Everybody loves you," she said.

Sasuke paused. "Do you love me?"

"What?"

"Do you love me. Not the way that everyone else does, but do you love me in that way?" he asked in all seriousness.

Sakura refused to look at him, blushing madly. "I…"

"Because…" he began. "I love you."

He saw Sakura's eyes tear up, but she refused to look at him. He took his hands off from her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead softly while wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

"I don't want to let you go, ever," he said in her hair.

Sasuke felt her arms wrap around him, hugging him back. "I love you," she cried. "I don't want to lose you to anyone else."

"You won't," he promised. "I'm sure. When you graduate in three months, I'm going to marry you. And even if you decide to go to college, I'll teach there. I'm not going to leave you alone."

"Sasuke…" she said softly. She loved how it sounded, and he closed his eyes in pleasure hearing it.

"Sakura."

He felt her tug at his shirt and belt buckle. Pulling back, he said, "What are you doing?"

"I need you," she whispered. "Please."

"Sakura…" he held her hands together. "Not until I take you home." He smiled.

Home, where they would both live together. Home, where Sakura would complete the other part of Sasuke. Home. Where she would always feel loved and warm and fuzzy.

She put her arms around him. He hugged her back.

The bell rang.

"Oh no, I've got to—" Sasuke held her tighter to him.

"You can be late a couple minutes. I'll write you a note."

She smiled, hugging him back. They stood there for what seemed like forever.

"Alright, I'll go now. See you later, Sensei." Sakura said, pulling apart from the hug.

"See you soon." He waved her off. "Very soon."

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