She had her back to him; soft, creamy skin exposed with the blanket tangled in a messy heap at the curve of her hip. Her body rose and fell with every breath as he watched, utterly mesmerized. The chill of the night had left and he smiled, not surprised that she was almost taking the blanket completely off her - unconsciously or not, he was enjoying the view.
He turned to the window, admiring the beauty that was dawn in the Sand Country. How ironic that he, the official candidate for Rokudaime, was here while the Kazekage left with his wife to celebrate their honeymoon in Konoha. He certainly didn't mean for it to look like he was having a honeymoon too, but with everything that happened last night…
She let out a deep sigh before rolling to face him, her arms drawn to cover her chest as she dreamed on in peaceful slumber. He sat by the window and felt a blush creep on his cheeks as he remembered the night before. He grew warm at the thought; her breath on his lips, his arms all over her softness; the kisses, the touches, the moans that filled the night. It was a new meaning; a new bond. What they shared behind closed doors wasn't so simple anymore.
For some reason he couldn't help but feel that he deserved her now that she had given herself to him - and he wasn't being smug about it at all; he was just… grateful.
Her brows furrowed and she began to shift as a strong wind blew through the room. He approached and caught the blanket that was dangerously close to sliding off her completely, gently pulling it over her form. The sun had just risen and he figured they better head back to Konoha in a few hours, but instead he took off his robe and lay down next to her under the covers, pulling her towards his chest.
"Sorry I woke you," he whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead.
Her arms snaked around him as she released a contented sigh. "You didn't. The wind woke me." Eyes still shut, she snuggled closer, entangling her legs over his.
They were quiet for a time, just listening to each other breathing. He watched her fingers wander from his scar on his side, to rest on the middle of his chest, just above his heart. She then moved over him, replacing her hand with the shell of her ear; her cheek flush against his skin.
"You're heart beat's steady," she smiled, pressing her lips above his heart before meeting his eyes, head resting on her arms above his chest.
"I'm happy," he replied, pulling her to his lips. He kissed her gently as her arms wrapped securely around him, reveling in his softness and her intoxicating scent. She released his lips and lingered there, her fingers caressing the whiskers on his cheek. She couldn't stop smiling.
"I'm happy, too."
"Did I hurt you?"
Her brows furrowed at the sudden concern that lined his face. "Only a little," she kissed him, using her lips to reassure. "I've never felt so beautiful, Naruto."
"You are," he smiled, running a finger over her lips. "You will always be, Sakura-chan."
Her eyes lit up and they kissed again, smiling in each others lips. Maybe because he had no one to begin with that he felt like he owned so much now. His heart fluttered; being in love with the woman in his arms has never been a walk in the park. Still, he'd be willing to walk many, many parks if it meant he'd still have her in the end.