title: 7:31
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ! 2012
rating: T-M
summary: o30: She dates Sai in order to forget about Sasuke. But he won't let her forget that they had history together.
REVISED 6.30.14
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History
He grabbed her arm forcefully and growled.
"Why are you dating him?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
She wrenched her arm away from him. "You don't own me! I can date whomever I want. Why do you care, anyway?"
He took her into his arms. "You might be dating him, as much as I hate to say it, but you have history with me." His tone softened and his eyes looked sad. He stroked her hair. "And I miss you."
Sakura swore to herself she wouldn't become infatuated with his charms. She did once. She wouldn't allow herself to do it again.
"I still love you," he murmured, his hands on her shoulders, leaning in for a kiss.
She woke to her senses and slapped him, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek.
"Don't touch me!" she shouted. "I'm happy with Sai now. And what happened before…" she trailed off, unsure of what to say. "Just…leave me alone, alright?"
"I can't do that," he said. "I'm going to take you back, Sakura."
She ran away before she could hear anything else.
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It wasn't cheating or anything that broke them apart. It was just the fact of growing apart. Sasuke said less and less to her and Sakura tried to pry the information out of him, which he wouldn't give. They would just end up having rough sex on the floor as Sakura cried out more in pain due to the lack of foreplay.
Sakura admitted that she still felt feelings for him. Why else would she choose a new boyfriend that resembled her first love?
But it was too late for that. They had good times together. Some of the best in her life, and she knew that she would always cherish them. But right now, she was with Sai. And it should stay that way.
"Something wrong, Sakura?" Sai asked as he stopped in his track, looking over at his girlfriend. He squeezed her hand.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "Just thinking about something."
"Thinking about what?"
"Nothing." She smiled before looking into Sai's eyes, his face suddenly morphing into Sasuke's. Her expression changed. Then, she held him tight to her and whispered, "Let's go to a hotel."
"Sakura—"
"Come on."
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They had had sex before, but Sakura knew that it was nothing like Sasuke's burning touches and passionate kisses. Sai was gentle, but she didn't feel that same spark that she did when she made love with Sasuke.
Made love. Ha.
What she and Sasuke did was more like fucking. He could be gentle with her when he was in the mood, but even then, his movements lit her on fire. Sai, however, didn't make her feel good.
She felt pleasure. But it wasn't pleasure.
He was kissing her shoulder blades and moved down to her belly button when he noticed she wasn't responding.
"Sakura," he asked, removing his lips from her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I told you already," she said, trying to lead him back to her body.
"Something's wrong." He pushed himself off the bed. "What's bothering you?"
"I told you!" she said defensively. "Nothing!"
"I know when you're lying, Sakura. I'm not stupid."
She growled. "I never said you were."
Sai sighed, saying the worst thing that could come out of his mouth.
"Are you still in love with him?"
She'd rather have him ask if she was cheating on him. That probably would have been better. But she tried to say something. Nothing came out.
He looked at her. "You are," he said. It was a fact.
"I am," she said softly.
"Am I just a replacement for him?" he asked, obviously hurt.
Sakura didn't want to admit that yes, he was. But it was too late. Sai already knew the answer.
Stepping off the bed, he pulled on his shirt and shoes. "Goodbye, Sakura."
"Wait, Sai—"
He turned to look at her, before approaching her slowly and pressing his lips to her forehead. "I love you."
"Sai—"
The door closed.
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Sakura was upset. She had lost her first love, her boyfriend, and was angry and disappointed at herself. Curling up into a ball on the bed, she cried, soaking the pillow with her tears. Then, she reached over for the phone on the hotel desk and paused, her fingers hovering over the numbers.
Her digits some began pressing the phone number she knew so well by heart. Putting it to her ear, she waited.
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
It kept on ringing, and Sakura was afraid he might not answer. Before she hung up, she heard a "Hello?" on the end.
"S-Sasuke-kun?"
"Sakura," he said, his voice surprised. "What are you calling me for?"
"I—" she began. Then, she started to cry again.
"Sakura, what's wrong? Are you alright? Where are you? I'll pick you up. Stay there."
"I—I…" she started, choking on her sobs. "I broke up with Sai."
She heard silence on the other line. "Where are you?" he asked.
"The hotel on the corner of Konoha. I'm on the fourth floor, room 412."
"Stay there."
He hung up.
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Sakura heard pounding against the door less than fifteen minutes later and opened it up slowly, only to be held tightly to Sasuke's chest by surprise, the air knocked out of her.
"Sakura, you idiot," he muttered. "What happened?"
"I couldn't do it," she sobbed, clutching his shirt. "I couldn't."
"Couldn't do what?" he looked at the bed over her shoulder. "Did he force you to have sex with him?"
"No!" she said. "It's nothing like that. I just couldn't face the fact that I didn't have you anymore. All I wanted was you," she sobbed. "I love you."
He kissed her softly, his eyes warming up to hers. He pulled apart, one hand on her cheek.
"I've wanted to hear you say that forever," he said, his voice gentle. "And I want to make love to you and tell you all the things I couldn't say before when we were together."
"You wanted to tell me things?" she asked. "I thought you closed yourself off from me."
"I had so much to tell you," he said, stroking her hair. "But I couldn't find the words for it."
She pulled him to the bed before he stopped.
"No," he said. "I'm not going to make love to you where another guy wanted to. We're going home."
"Home?" she asked.
"Yeah." He took her in his arms. "Where we make our new history."
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