Chapter 18 – Make It Special
"Sakura, it's for you."
For her? Sakura frowned as she got up off the sofa and made her way to the front door. Who could possibly be at the door for her? Other than the people she was temporarily living with, Chiyo and Tsunade, she didn't know anyone in Suna. Maybe she had an admirer? Sasuke wouldn't like that too much, would he? Or maybe–
Her eyes went wide as Sakura turned the corner and saw who was standing in the doorway.
"Sasuke?"
He smirked at her, looking so very proud of himself for catching her off guard. "Sakura."
All she was capable of doing was staring at him in wide eyed shock.
Gaara rolled his eyes and stepped to the side, opening the door further. "Come in. It will take her a moment to calm down."
Part of Sasuke wanted to snap that he already knew that, but he knew better than to try and start an argument. Well, more like he was too exhausted to start one. His parents had thought it would be best to get some sleep and see Sakura tomorrow, but how could he do that when he knew he wouldn't be staying long?
Just as Sasuke was about to follow Gaara into the living room, Sakura's hand shot out and grabbed the collar of his shirt, effectively bringing him to a stop.
"You…" She frowned up at him. "You're supposed to be in Kumo."
His previous smirk returned. "My mother managed to talk him into stopping off in Suna on our way back."
"But… Why?"
The smirk slipped away and Sasuke instead frowned at her. "To see you."
"I'm not complaining," Sakura told him suddenly when she realised how he had taken her reaction. Shaking her head, she released his shirt and grabbed his hand, smiling softly. "I just… I can't believe you're really here with me. In Suna."
His eyes softened and Sasuke was glad that Gaara had given them some privacy. Not only so they could greet each other, but also because seeing public displays of affection most likely made him uncomfortable. Sasuke didn't care. Just as long as he got to spend some time with Sakura.
"I missed you," she whispered when his hands moved to her hips and brought her close.
The smile on his face was soft, small. "I missed you."
It was so difficult to get her head around the fact that Sasuke was actually there with her. Part of her was strongly against the thought, telling her that she'd dozed off, or the heat had finally caused her to go crazy. The mere thought of him being there, after everything Sasuke had told her about his father strongly disagreeing with the just the idea of his sons being in Suna…
Sakura breathed out a shaky laugh when Sasuke pressed his forehead to hers. He was there. He was really there with her. Which meant…
"You idiot." Tears filled her eyes no matter how hard she fought to keep them away. "You're not going to get your birthday present until you get home now."
"You didn't have–"
"I wanted to," she argued quietly. "I arranged with my mom for her to hand it over to Itachi-san at the diner tonight."
There was a smile on his lips as Sasuke kissed her softly, slowly and when he pulled away, the smile remained, much to her joy. Uchiha Sasuke's smile… There were no words to describe how heart shatteringly beautiful it truly was. It made her want to cry all over again, for absolutely no reason at all, when he wiped away the tears that had silently slipped down her cheeks.
"Don't cry," he murmured.
"I'm just… so happy to see you! I feel like it's been–"
"Too long."
Sakura nodded quickly. "How long are you here for?"
"Just the weekend. Will you be at the hospital at all?" When she shook her head, he pulled her closer by his grip on her hips. "Stay with me for the weekend. My parents have booked us into one of the hotels and I have my own room."
Nervousness began to creep into her stomach. Going off their conversations alone, Sakura knew what would happen if she stayed with him for the weekend. Perhaps not straight away, but at some point, they would have sex. It was no longer a 'maybe', it was a fact. Their conversations lately, their night together before she left for Suna, all pointed in that direction. In a way, they could almost be classed as foreplay, right? Oh Gods, just the thought made her nervousness double. Since their intimacy before she left, Sakura could no longer understand why she'd been telling Sasuke 'no' for so long. She couldn't remember her reasons. They were blurred thoughts now. Mere worries that were unimportant.
"You don't have to," Sasuke added after a moment and much to her surprise, the tips of his ears turned pink as well as a very faint blush spreading out over his cheeks. "I'm not trying to push you–"
"No, no," she cut him off with a smile. "No, I'd love to stay with you for the weekend. Just let me grab my things and tell Gaara."
It was nothing like her hotel room would have been like.
When booking her hotel for the summer, Sakura had been able to look at pictures online. It wasn't one of those cheap, barely standing places, but it certainly wasn't luxurious, either. There had been a single bedroom with a small stand-in shower connected to it and a room with the toilet next to that. Both the shower and the sink were in full view of the bedroom and across from the bed, hanging on the wall, was a twenty–five inch television.
Sasuke's room, however…
"Wow."
Several light switches rested beside the door that held three different locks and a peephole and as Sakura tested them, she found that the one closest to the door lit up the living area of his room, while the middle one lit up the bedroom area. The final light switch was for the lights around the dresser, allowing the person getting ready a perfect amount of light.
It couldn't even be called a small apartment because Sakura had the feeling that it was twice the size of her apartment back home in Konoha. Who would need such a large amount of space? Was Sasuke expecting more guests? Then again, Fugaku was the one who booked the rooms (to prove that point, there was a door that connected to the room he and Mikoto were staying in and it had to remain unlocked in case of emergencies).
Sakura had had to bite back her laugh when Fugaku handed Sasuke an alarm. If anything happened during the night, if anybody attempted to attack or kidnap him, then all he would have to do was press a single button and a deafeningly loud alarm would sound, waking everyone within a half mile radius. It was the only way to make him agree to the short trip, Sasuke had muttered.
The carpet beneath her feet was thick, allowing her toes to sink right into it and it contrasted amazingly with the wallpaper and heavy curtains. But everything looked so expensive that Sakura hardly dared to breathe, let alone use anything. What if she broke something? It would probably cost hundreds of thousands to fix it!
Slowly, she lowered her bag to the floor and took a few steps forward, pausing and watching how Sasuke moved around so carelessly, like a room such as this was just about adequate. No, Sakura wasn't saying that her boyfriend was a spoilt brat (even though he kind of was), but… She didn't know how to explain it other than saying he was an Uchiha. What more could be expected?
"We have all the channels," Sasuke told her as he picked up the remote and switched the television on, immediately flipping it to a movie channel. "See anything you want to watch?" She shook her head. "There's some pretty good horrors on."
It was nice that he remembered horror was her favourite genre. "Put one of those on."
He nodded, doing as she said. "Are you hungry?"
He was trying to fill the silence, Sakura realised. "Not really, but I'll have something small if you're eating."
Again, another nod.
That was how Sakura knew he was nervous. Sasuke tried to fill the silence, which was something he'd never do otherwise. Usually, her boyfriend was not one for talking, but if he was feeling anxious or nervous? It would be too much to say he rarely stayed quiet, but it was close enough.
"Do you mind if I have a quick shower?" Sakura asked after a pause. "It's been a long day at the hospital and I doubt I smell pleasant."
Very faintly, she saw him swallow before he pointed to the door closest to the bed. "Sure. The bathroom is over there."
It was quickly that she picked up her bag and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind herself and once it was, she started the shower and took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. Getting so worked up was going to make things uncomfortable, wasn't it? And Sasuke had already stated that he didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for, or for Sakura to feel like he was pushing too hard.
She took another deep breath and stripped down, stepping into the large shower. It felt more like it was raining down on her rather than using a single shower head due to the way the shower worked. In fact, it probably looked as though Sakura was standing in the rain. It was definitely relaxing, even if it was a little over the top and unnecessary.
He had already made it clear that nothing would happen if that was what she wanted. They would only go as far as she was comfortable with. That didn't mean Sakura couldn't see the look in Sasuke's eyes, though. Or the tension in his body. He wanted things to go further and had even told her that.
How long had they been together for now? Eight months, right? Nearly nine? Would some consider it as strange that they hadn't had sex yet? Many times Sakura had heard some of the other girls talking about how far they'd gone with their boyfriends. However, she and Hinata had always exchanged a certain look, one that clearly stated to the other that they did not approve.
Those other girls made themselves look like trash, like they were nothing more than a piece of meat for their boyfriends to have fun with. That was something Sakura had always despised and wanted to avoid. Was that why she had been putting off having sex with Sasuke? Because she was worried how others would see her? Why was she so concerned with others' opinions?
Gripping her upper arms and gritting her teeth, Sakura tried her best to calm down. Why was she getting so angry at herself, anyway? It was only natural to feel worried or even a little scared about how others thought of you. Everybody had that fear at one point or another in their lives. And Sasuke understood that it wasn't because of him, right?
Finally managing to get a grip on her anger, Sakura relaxed and grabbed the shampoo, sighing as she did so.
There was no denying that her body began to heat up dramatically at just the mere thought of Sasuke taking her virginity. Would she be taking his, too? Yes, she would. Sakura was certain that he'd said he was a virgin before. And that knowledge made her body grow even hotter.
She would be taking Uchiha Sasuke's virginity.
Once more, nervousness took over her and she very nearly found it impossible to wash out her shampoo. What if he thought she was bad in bed? What was she supposed to do? Oh Gods, what if she smelled down there? Was it clean? Sakura made a mental note to be extra thorough while washing after she had finished with her hair. What about her breath? Would there be any point in drying her hair or putting it up? Was she supposed to wear fancy lingerie? Sakura wasn't even sure if she had any of her nice sets with her.
Deep breaths.
Pressing her forehead against the cool tiled wall, Sakura slowly took deep breaths and released them.
Slowly, Sasuke sat down on the bed and swallowed hard, vaguely registering that he sunk right into the mattress.
Suna's heat was unwanted but not unbearable. He'd been to places equally as hot so wasn't too fussed about it, although he would be lying if Sasuke said he wasn't looking forward to the temperature drop as night finally approached them.
As he heard the shower switching on, he fell backwards so that he was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Everything seemed so plain in Suna and because of that, Sakura stood out so much more than she usually did. Even when he wasn't looking at her, even when she wasn't near him, Sasuke was painfully aware of her and every move she made. Everything about her was calling to him and it was driving him mad.
Sasuke had told her that he didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for or didn't want – and he stood by that – but… His body was aching for hers. Just knowing that Sakura was in the bathroom, naked, was giving him an erection. What he had told her on the phone only last week hadn't been an exaggeration: just the thought of her turned him on.
Perhaps asking her to stay with him in his hotel room for the weekend hadn't been one of his brightest ideas, but Sasuke simply wanted to make every minute count. He wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms and wake up to her warm smile. He wanted to spoil her and hear her laugh again – and not over the phone. Hell, Sasuke would be content with just watching television with her. Just as long as he got to spend time with her.
Another part of him, however, wanted to spend the weekend doing nothing other than fucking her. Sasuke was trying to push that part of him away, but it clung to him like a bad smell. His current erection was an example of that.
The air around them was different. That was something Sasuke had noticed the moment he saw Sakura at Sabaku's place. It wasn't a bad change, though there was definitely something different about it. In his mind, it sounded stupid and cliché, but it was like the air around them was charged. More so than usual. It felt like the tension was so thick that it could be cut through with a blunt knife.
And of course he hadn't come unprepared. Once discovering that his mother had managed to talk his father into visiting Sakura in Suna, just before they left, he'd spoken with Itachi. Much to his embarrassment and horror, his older brother had left the house and returned not long after with a bag filled with a couple of boxes of condoms. All Itachi had said while handing them over was that it was better to be safe than to be sorry.
Also, during their discussion before Itachi left, he had told Sasuke quite a few things, such as what to expect. "It won't last long," was what he'd murmured, "and most girls do not orgasm during their first time, so don't be put off if you can't make that happen." By that time, Sasuke had been red faced and embarrassed, but still listened to his older brother since he wanted to make sure Sakura's first time was special for her.
Then he said something that made Sasuke pale. "It will more than likely hurt Sakura-san, too, so you must be gentle with her."
Hurt her? It had almost put him off the idea. Almost. The last thing Sasuke ever wanted to do was hurt Sakura, who was so very precious to him now and the thought made him silently promise that he would do everything possible not to hurt her.
"You must make sure that she is ready, Sasuke."
"Ready?" he'd questioned with a frown of confusion.
"A woman's first time is painful mainly due to the fact that they are untouched. The intrusion is foreign to them. You must take your time to prepare Sakura-san for that intrusion because otherwise it will make the pain even worse for her."
That was when Sasuke had clicked onto what Itachi was saying and had been rather grateful that his brother hadn't been more blunt with the words, instead finding more tamed ones. What he was basically saying was that Sasuke had to make sure she was wet before entering her. It was obvious she would have never been touched in such a way before (she was a virgin, after all) but the reminder was accepted gratefully. It reminded him not to get carried away with himself, or get too lost in the moment.
Sure, speaking to Itachi about such a subject had been uncomfortable, however, Sasuke was grateful for his honesty and his advice. It made him feel better prepared for whatever could happen between himself and Sakura and now that Itachi had given him that advice, he knew to take his time and be more gentle with her. There was no point in trying to do anything extravagant or over the top (like in the porn videos) because he probably wouldn't even last that long. Sasuke would have to build up his stamina and the both of them would need to feel more comfortable in that area before trying anything more adventurous.
But should he try anything tonight? That was what Sasuke couldn't decide on. Would it be too soon to try anything straight away? The last thing he wanted was to make Sakura feel as though he wanted nothing but sex from her, or to push her into something she didn't want to do. Due to their phone calls, Sasuke knew that Sakura wanted to have sex, he just wasn't sure on how to go about it. Did he bring it up to her in conversation? Did he simply make it obvious through advances? If they were in a movie, Sasuke knew he would have been lighting candles and bringing out some sort of fancy alcoholic beverage. That wouldn't be happening for three reasons.
Firstly, did he seriously look like the type of guy who carried candles on his person? Secondly, despite now being legal in Konoha, they were classed as underage in Suna and were unable to purchase or drink alcohol. Thirdly, it seemed way too over the top.
Sakura had once told him that she wanted her first time to be special but that didn't mean she wanted a load of fancy things around her or going on. What she meant was that she wanted it to make a mark on her, one she would never be able to forget. Sakura wanted to feel special and appreciated. She wanted to feel loved. It would not be about sex. It would be the connection that made it special for her.
Sitting up as he heard the shower switching off, Sasuke glanced in the direction of the bathroom door. Whatever happened, happened. He wouldn't force anything and he wouldn't push her. Tonight, when they were laying in bed, he'd make it known what he wanted to do and if Sakura responded to that need, then so be it. If she didn't, then he could wait.
When Sakura left the bathroom, Sasuke had to look away. Her hair was still wet and her pyjamas were thin and clinging to her figure, making his mouth feel ridiculously dry.
"The… bathroom is free," Sakura told him quietly, pushing the door further open. "You can shower now, if you want."
He nodded and stood up, grabbing a pair of sweatpants before brushing by her and entering the bathroom. She tried not to let his actions bother her. If the look in his eyes before Sasuke looked away meant anything, then he was just as nervous as she was.
Biting her lip, she dropped her bag onto the dresser and made her way over to the sofa, sitting down on it and folding her legs beneath her. Her stomach growled only a moment after looking to the television. Had Sasuke ordered them any food? Despite her stomach's growls, Sakura honestly didn't feel hungry. That wasn't unusual, however. Living in the desert (even if it was only temporary) meant you were constantly looking for ways to cool down unless it was night. Eating warm food in weather such as this was simply impossible for her. In fact, the heat took away her appetite completely unless it was a cool salad or an ice cream.
A knock on the door that took them to Fugaku and Mikoto's room dragged her attention away from the thought of food, but there was no time to stand up and greet the other person as she entered the room.
"M-Mikoto-san!"
"Good evening, Sakura-chan." Just as Sakura was about to stand, the older woman shook her head. "Please, stay seated. I just came to inform both you and Sasuke that Fugaku and I are retiring for the night."
Already? It had only just gone nine! Then again, since they were adults, they most likely had a bar in their room or something along those lines. Maybe this was their way of asking for some privacy?
"Before we do, however, I just wanted to ask if there was anything you would like? Please do not hesitate to ask."
Sakura shook her head, smiling politely. "No, thank you. I'm comfortable for now."
Nodding in understanding, Mikoto surprised her by offering Sakura a small, happy smile. "I'm glad I talked Fugaku into this short trip. Although it is only for the weekend, I can see already that Sasuke is happy to see you. He's been down for weeks."
He had? The thought brought up torn emotions and Sakura didn't know whether to accept the warming of her heart, or to feel saddened for Sasuke, so she chose to experience both.
Hearing that the shower was still running, the Uchiha mother made her way closer to Sakura, sitting down on the back of the cream sofa with her body tilted towards hers. "I'm really hoping Sasuke chooses to study in Konoha. Not only because he's my son and the thought of him being so many miles away pains me, but because I know he won't handle the separation well. The distance between himself and his family, his friends and from you. It will torture him."
Slowly, she nodded in agreement and sighed. "Sasuke… He's not the type to reach out to others. With me, it was a rare occurrence, right?"
Again, the mother nodded. "Indeed it was, which is partly why I was so welcoming of you in the beginning. Before I got to know you, I was wary of you, Sakura-chan." Sighing, she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Do not take it offensively. It was simply due to what I heard about your anger. For Sasuke, however, I decided to give you a chance. He is so like his older brother in many ways, but Itachi is much more gentle than Sasuke. He doesn't mind showing that he cares, if he deeply cares for somebody.
"Sasuke, on the other hand, keeps everything so very close to him. He dislikes showing how he feels and letting others into his heart. I think, so far, the only ones to have made it all the way into his heart are his family, Naruto-kun and now you." Again, there was another sigh as Mikoto turned her head to the side, gazing out of the window despite there being nothing special to see. "Due to Itachi's kind nature and his surname and fortune, many women have tried to take advantage of him. I'm his mother, however." She smiled down at Sakura suddenly, tapping the side of her head. "And mothers can spot a fake friend miles away."
It awed her. Everything about Uchiha Mikoto left Sakura feeling nothing but awe and warmth. They'd had discussions, sure, but never like this. It was so rare for her to speak to Sakura about something so close to her heart. Her boys. Both of her sons (Shisui, too), were Mikoto's greatest weaknesses. It was as clear as day that she would protect them all with her life.
The smile lasted a couple of more moments before softening. "That's what made me accept you. That look in your eyes. You truly care for my son, don't you?"
Sakura nodded. "I do."
"And I can tell he cares for you, also. That is why I fought against Fugaku as hard as I did to get him here, despite how dangerous it could be."
Their surnames made it much more dangerous for them than it did for her and Sakura still couldn't find the words to express how thankful she was for all of Mikoto's efforts.
The shower suddenly switched off and at the sound of it, Mikoto stood up and smiled down at Sakura. "Goodnight, Sakura-chan."
"Goodnight, Mikoto-san. And thank you for helping Sasuke out."
There was a pause as the older woman regarded her, watching her eyes, before that smile returned and she did the very last thing Sakura expected her to do.
She poked her forehead.
"I will see you both in the morning."
With that, she left, leaving Sakura to sit there and rub her forehead with a pout.
She was seriously beginning to consider that the whole forehead tapping thing was just an Uchiha thing. It was the only way to explain it, right? From what little she could remember of when they were kids, Itachi used to tap Sasuke's forehead all the time and then suddenly, Sasuke began poking hers. And now Mikoto! Of all people to poke her forehead, Sasuke's mother did it. Maybe it was an affectionate thing? Sakura wondered as the bathroom door opened silently. There was no hiding the softness in each of their eyes whenever they did it.
"Sakura."
Turning in her seat, she tilted her head to the side. The sight of him had her pausing, however. He was still wet from his shower and completely shirtless, leaving Sakura fighting hard to keep from staring. "Yeah?"
"Are you hungry? I forgot to order food."
She shook her head. "Not really, no."
He nodded and dumped the towel he had been using into a hamper, soon joining her on the sofa. There was silence for quite a while as they watched the television but despite their eyes being on it, they did not focus on anything that was shown. All they could think about was how close they were sitting. All they could focus on was keeping their breathing even and their hearts from beating so loudly that it caught the attention of the other. Oddly, the couple found themselves feeling a little self conscious, like they didn't know how to handle themselves.
It wasn't until he turned his head to the side that Sakura broke her staring competition with the large television, catching his eyes and smiling sheepishly.
The smile wasn't returned, but the way his eyes softened spoke volumes.
"You're not watching it either."
He hadn't said it as a question, but Sakura shook her head anyway. "No."
"I'm going to turn it off, then."
Her eyes never left him as Sasuke stood up and made his way over to the television, switching it off. It made sense to do so, really. In Suna, there were certain laws that you were not to waste water, electricity or gas. Out in the desert it was obviously more difficult to get those supplies therefore they were treated like luxuries in some parts of Suna.
When he sat down once more, Sakura sat before him with her legs folded beneath her, but as his silent order, she slowly parted her thighs, allowing him to move just that little bit closer. And it seemed Sasuke understood that she wasn't entirely comfortable, because he didn't push her to do more. Instead he leaned forward, his hands resting on her thighs and drawing soothing patterns on them, as he kissed her softly, leaning back ever so slightly as Sakura began to lean in.
While his hands continued to rest on her thighs, one of hers pressed to the side of his face, tilting it downwards so she would have better access and the other rested on his shoulder. It was more so she didn't topple over and on top of him than a caress, but Sasuke didn't seem to particularly mind.
It was when one of his hands raised to her face, angling it a certain way, that Sakura gasped and grasped a tighter hold of his shoulder, for Sasuke also moved his kisses from her lips, travelling down the length of her throat. It was no secret to him that neck kisses were her weakness but right at that moment in time, she didn't care for trying to get him back.
Oh, how she had missed making out with Sasuke. She'd missed the softness of his lips, the heat that radiated from his body and that feeling in the pit of her stomach that always made itself known whenever he touched her. Nobody had ever been able to gain such a reaction out of her and Sakura felt herself welcoming the contact, trying to bring him closer.
She didn't know how or when it happened, but only moments later and she was laying back on the sofa with Sasuke on top of her, their kisses much more heated and eager. Their hands restlessly felt the other's body, tugging and stroking and grasping tightly, like they simply just couldn't get enough of one another. That wouldn't surprise her in the least. And when Sasuke rolled his hips into her, it was instinctual the way Sakura moved with him, breathing out shaky sighs against his lips.
"Do you want to move to the bed?" he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.
If they did that, then there was no going back.
She would be losing her virginity and…
And Sakura was okay with that.
Wordlessly, after Sakura had nodded, he reluctantly pulled away, though reached out for her, guiding his girlfriend over to the bed and switching out the lights as he did so. The only lights that remained on where the ones that focused around the bed and at her insistence, Sasuke shut the curtains, also.
The earlier nervousness Sakura had felt was like nothing compared to the feeling that plagued her when Sasuke lifted her nightshirt up and over her head, carelessly tossing it to the ground. And since it was bedtime, she hadn't put her bra back on. It made her feel so completely exposed but at the same time, Sakura enjoyed the reaction she got from Sasuke. It wasn't much, but the way his eyes flashed said more than enough.
Slowly, he leaned forward, lowering her onto the bed and as his mouth and tongue moved with hers, his hand stroked its way up her body, gently massaging her breast once it reached that destination. Compared to the skin of her breast, his hand was rough, though it didn't cause her any displeasure. If anything it caused the exact opposite and Sakura bit her lip and shut her eyes as his lips moved to her neck.
She wasn't sure how long they were there for, making out while he caressed and massaged her breasts, but soon enough, his lips were continuing on their path down her body, utterly stunning Sakura when he began to kiss her breasts. And as she was distracted with his ministrations, Sasuke's hand slipped between them, firmly rubbing her through her underwear.
Remembering that his parents were only next door, Sakura tried her best to keep quiet. There was no telling what they would think if they heard her moaning. Was there even a lock on their door? What if they walked in?
Somehow, that turned her on even more.
Sakura parted her thighs further for her boyfriend, lifting her legs until they were bent at the knees and as soon as she did, Sasuke was shifting up again, kissing her heatedly and moving his hands to her hips, guiding her into a steady rock against his erection. It had her gripping him tightly in an effort to bring him closer, gasping and sighing into his ear.
His lips pulled away from hers and Sasuke pressed his forehead against hers. The look in his eyes was far more intense than she was used to, but Sakura did not complain about it. She liked that his entire attention was on her, that he was thinking of nothing but her.
"Are you wet?"
Her breathing stopped and her entire face was suddenly blushing a bright red. How the hell could he ask her something like that? Didn't he realise how crude that was? How–
Dirty talk.
This time, Sakura was blushing out of embarrassment. How was she even supposed to reply to that? "Check… for me," she replied lamely after a moment of thinking about it and internally, she cringed at herself.
It seemed to be the words he was looking for, however, because Sasuke was suddenly tugging at her pyjama pants and Sakura put up no fight when he sat up onto his knees, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. It made her heart pound in her chest and even though her instincts were telling her to close her legs, to cover herself, she didn't. They were going to do this and if they were, then it would be done properly. Not a quick, meaningless romp in the dark, but the exact opposite.
"You're wet," Sasuke whispered to her, his fingers playing around the insides of her thighs.
His voice sounded much deeper than usual but at the same time, it was softer, barely even a whisper that was being breathed into her ear. It made goosebumps break out across her skin. She decided at that moment in time that she herself didn't like talking dirty. However, Sakura certainly didn't mind it when Sasuke did.
Her eyes slid shut when he slipped a finger inside of her and just like their night together before she left, Sasuke was gentle with her. The kisses that littered along her jaw, neck and ear were soft, tender and the way he stroked within her was just as soft and gentle. It was enough to help Sakura relax further and she showed that by turning his head in her direction and kissing him again, stroking his tongue with her own. The kiss seemed to have a much larger effect on him than it did her, however, because Sasuke grunted into the kiss and another finger joined the first.
Much too soon, in her opinion, he pulled away, leaving one last kiss against her lips before he pulled himself to his knees.
"Are you sure, Sakura?"
The sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine.
When she nodded, Sakura could only watch as Sasuke got out of the bed and made his way over to his bag, shuffling through it until he pulled out a box that had her already red cheeks, reddening further. Condoms. It was a good job that he had remembered, because it had totally slipped her mind, much to her horror. That could never happen. Sakura knew she couldn't force Sasuke to be the one who always worried about protection.
On his way back to the bed, he opened the box and pulled out a packet, placing the box on the bedside table once he had. There was a pause when he knelt down in front of her again, one where he ripped open the packet. It made her swallow hard. This was really happening, wasn't it? She and Sasuke were about to have sex.
The thought solidified as he pushed his pants down over his hips and slipped the condom on, regarding the sight for a moment like it was completely foreign to him (and Sakura seriously hoped that it was). The sight baffled her just as much, but her body was demanding to be filled and Sakura could almost feel her pulse throughout her entire body.
She helped him fully remove his sweatpants when he lowered himself onto her once more and like with her own pyjamas, they were thrown to the floor.
However, it was nothing like she had been expecting. Nothing like the romance novels or the steamy movies. It was clumsy and even a little awkward when Sasuke thrust into her. Of course, Sakura felt the spark that had always been between them, the one that made her believe with all her heart that Sasuke was her other half, but right now just…
Her nails scraped over his back, features contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She couldn't decide which one was more dominate than the other. He was clearly enjoying himself, if the grunt that suddenly escaped his lips meant anything, but Sakura could not agree – not entirely. She had mixed feelings about it. Yes, part of her was enjoying the act, the feeling of his skin brushing against hers, his hips knocking into hers, but she also felt awkward. What did that mean?
A hand gripped her thigh tightly, forcing it higher until it was around his hips, her other joining it. And in that moment, Sakura realised what Sasuke was doing, for he hit a certain spot within her and the pain she could feel dulled. His thrusts were still a little out of time, but that no longer mattered as he picked up his pace, hitting that same spot repeatedly.
But just as she felt that heat in her stomach coiling, Sasuke tensed against her, his hips moving slowly a final two times before a strained groan left his lips and he trembled.
Sakura could only stare at the ceiling as he rolled over and collapsed backwards onto the bed, panting hard. So… That was it? What about all those books she had read, where sex lasted hours and the girl always reached orgasm, too? Sometimes multiple orgasms! Were they just make believe? That couldn't have been any longer than a minute.
Just as Sakura opened her mouth, about to turn and say something to Sasuke, he shifted on the bed, hovering over her again and a second later, she felt his fingers entering her once more, bringing back that flash of heat she had felt moments before, that coil.
He wasn't leaving her behind? Leaving her unsatisfied?
Lips brushed against her ear, whispering hot, sensual words. And in response a moan tore out of her, her back arched and her hips bucked, all telling Sasuke that she enjoyed hearing him talk so dirty into her ear. She really did. His voice was low, husky and deep, his breath washing over her and sending shivers down her spine. It wasn't long until her hips were rocking, squirming against his fingers, until her eyes were squeezing shut as something suddenly slammed into her.
Sasuke's eyes flashed at the sight before him, watching as Sakura threw her head back and cried out, her hips bucking more harshly into his hand, back arching elegantly and forcing her breasts to rise. His lips descended to them, adding to her pleasure with his lips, tongue and teeth. He could hear Sakura moaning and panting his name and he could feel her hand suddenly gripping his hair tightly, her other leaving more scratches down his pale back.
She didn't really think he would leave her behind, did she? There was nothing more embarrassing than being unable to bring your partner to orgasm. Sure, Sasuke was aware that he could use the excuse that this was his first time (Itachi had warned him it wouldn't last long, after all), but why would he do that? He may as well admit that he had lost control and gave into the sensations of being inside of her. That was basically what had happened. Sasuke had planned on holding on, on making sure she also reached orgasm, but his body had had other ideas. So, after catching his breath, he had turned around and made sure she reached orgasm.
After all, it was her first time, too.
Only when her orgasm was over did Sasuke pull his fingers away, brushing a final kiss to her collarbone. She was trembling beneath him and her features were warm, filled with pleasure and satisfaction. Good. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like her first time was shit.
"Next time will be better," he whispered to her, stroking her face tenderly. "It'll last longer–"
Sakura cut him off with a tender smile. "It was amazing."
Really? The look on her face told him that she truly meant it. Did she really think that it had been amazing, even though it lasted less than a minute? Thanks to Itachi's advice and warnings, Sasuke knew not to let it bother him and although part of him was embarrassed about how long he lasted, he wasn't mortified like he knew he would have been without the advice.
Knowing that Sakura had enjoyed herself, however…
It took away all negative feelings he had and allowed him to relax completely against her. Sasuke pulled away and stood up after a few minutes, though, to remove the condom and switch the lights off. As soon as he was done with that, he was joining Sakura once more and being welcomed into a sleepy, warm embrace.
"Oh!"
Sakura pulled the covers up and over her head, barely holding back her squeal of pure terror as Mikoto and Fugaku entered the room. They stopped abruptly at the sight and smell of Sasuke's hotel room, exchanging a single glance with one another.
Like Sakura had, Sasuke fixed the sheets over himself more firmly to make sure nothing was on show, feeling incredibly annoyed with their intrusion. It was rude to just barge into somebody's bedroom. His mother had been the one to tell him that many times while growing up. Did that rule not apply to them? He was eighteen years old after all–
He was eighteen years old now.
It was his birthday.
"We…" Mikoto's voice trailed off before she forced herself to get a grip. "We came to ask you both if you would like to join us for breakfast, but we can see that you're busy. Make sure you eat something soon, however." Just as they reached the door, Mikoto glanced over her shoulder and smiled softly at her youngest son. "Happy birthday, Sasuke."
Fugaku nodded once. "Happy birthday, son."
The anger he felt towards them faded away and Sasuke gave them a small smile. How could he be mad at them when they were only looking out for him? Sasuke knew he would rather have them all over him than ignoring him. "Thanks."
"Your mother and I will be taking you out for dinner tonight," Fugaku informed Sasuke. "Make sure you are both decent."
Of course there was no "would you like to join us" or anything of the sort. His father was a blunt man, after all.
"I have left you one of our cards, Sasuke." Mikoto smiled at her son. "And I want the both of you to go and buy yourselves an outfit for dinner tonight. No arguments."
Sakura tensed beneath the sheets and slowly, she lifted them from over her head, though held them firmly to her chest, frowning up at the woman. "Mikoto-san, you really don't have to–"
"I want to, Sakura-chan." Her smile warmed and the blush on Sakura's cheek deepened. "You are very dear to our Sasuke, therefore you are dear to us. I enjoy spoiling those who are dear to me."
With that, the two left.
Sakura fell back against the bed and covered her face, trying to cool her boiling skin. She ignored Sasuke's chuckle and she ignored him when he shifted over her. Oh, she just knew he would be smirking at her. After all, it took a lot to make a girl such as her nervous or embarrassed and he enjoyed every single moment that she was. Jerk. But…
When he finally managed to pry her hands away from her face, Sakura couldn't help but smile softly at him. Last night… They had given each other their virginities. And to wake up with Sasuke was just… There were no words to describe how it made her feel.
"Happy birthday, Sasuke."
A/N - I decided to update so soon because of all your lovely and kind reviews! I also got this finished in only a few hours. It was originally going to be around 15,000-20,000 words, but I know that some people find it difficult to read so much in one sitting. That means in the next chapter, no time will have passed and they'll still be in the hotel room, if that makes any sense. You'll see what I mean when I next decide to update for you all!
Okay so, as some of you may already know, I finished Bruised, Broken & Healed. That means I'll be posting another story with my next updates! So, which one would you like to read next?
1) SasuSaku - Discoveries.
Prequel to They Never Knew. Summary: Before all of the drama and the pain, before all of the confusion and the heartbreak, there had been them. Just them. And they had been happy.
2) ItaSaku - Who Said Anything About Love?
Summary: Itachi, however, was unknown. She didn't know a single thing about the man, other than the fact he was Sasuke's older brother and was part of the special forces in the military. Yes, he was intriguing and like every other woman did so, Sakura found him attractive, but he was still, in a way, scary. No, scary was the wrong word to use. More like intimidating. Enough to make her wary around him, like a hesitant animal trying to decide whether or not a new object or other animal was a friend, and not a foe.
3) ItaSaku - Saviour
Summary: Her first encounter with him was when she was just twelve years old, on a mission gone wrong. He saved her team. Since then, Sakura had crossed paths with him a handful of times and each time, he seemed to be protecting her. Who was this man? What did he want with her?
Just tell me in your review. Also, you don't have to read They Never Knew and Until It Was Too Late to understand Discoveries! Just thought I'd make that clear.