title: kiss me
summary: because sometimes sakura still can't believe he's here.
genre: romance/fluffy fluff
rating: k+ idk
notes: these two idiots are definitely cuddlers
chapter 3: kiss me
Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
Lie down with me
And hold me in your arms
A hundred years wouldn't be enough to make Sakura forget the way Sasuke looks in his sleep.
But after not seeing him for a long time she has to admit that the little things have escaped her more than once. The way his eyebrows furrow as a particularly bad image interrupts his peaceful sleep, the way the breath rushes out of his lungs as the dream passes, and the way the lines from his face disappear once he's calm again. She could watch this forever and never get sick of it.
Even after being married for several years, every squeeze of his hand on her waist still sends her blood rushing to her cheeks and every whisper of her name still leaves goosebumps on her skin. Sometimes she still can't believe that he is here and he is so very real.
She can't help it. She's spent too many nights without this man by her side and she can't help how relieved she feels just to have him home again. He lets out a breathy sigh and unconsciously pulls her tighter against him which makes her smile. She really can't help it.
Her mind takes her back to all the times he left her and all the times he came back for her and it makes her heart twist around his name. She lifts up her hand and, without even thinking about it, gently pokes his forehead with her forefinger. Sasuke's eyes open a fraction, confusion written all over his face. He usually doesn't like being woken up, after all, but after all these years he has learned to be patient with his wife.
"Sakura."
"Hmm?"
"… What are you doing?"
She laughs softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet, and shushes him. "I'm just glad you're here, Sasuke-kun."
And he swears her smile melts him a little as he nods and closes his eyes again. He can feel her warm fingers roaming his face, and to be honest, he doesn't mind at all. He smiles when her finger reaches the corner of his mouth because he knows exactly what to say.
She leans in to place the lightest of kisses on his lips and settles her head in the space between his neck and his shoulder, lips pressed on his warm skin. She can feel his heartbeat against her own, as whispered words slip from his mouth, so soft she couldn't have heard it if they weren't in this position. With his arms settled around her and their legs intertwined, he utters the words she'll never get tired of hearing.
"I'm home."