Chapter 34
'Sakura.' His pace was fleeting through the corridor. Ignoring the courteous bows from the passing maids, Sasuke held the phone tightly in his hand and rushed his way to her. Her weeping voice made his chest tightened. Why did she leave the room? Didn't he order a maid to stay behind? Where did she go? Before his body could escape the main hall, an obstruction blocked his path.
"Lost your pet again?" Fixing the collar of her dress, Michelle ran her finger over her rosy lips.
"…Hn." Completely ignoring the woman, Sasuke walked around her.
"You really did it this time …" Without moving her body, she glanced her head to the side, chin up. Taunting voice made Sasuke stopped his steps again.
Their backs faced each other.
Michelle continued. "You just have to go and make a fool of yourself. Is it worth it?" She spun her heels. The dark jade dress swiftly flew by.
"Don't you have a place to belong..." She was supposed to keep up her perfect image as the Uchiha's faithful daughter-in-law.
"Hmp." Michelle stomp her heel, ignoring his comment. "You could have all the women you want. She's nothing but a nobody. How could you let one immature gi-"
"I don't want anyone else." He flat out told her. Hand buried in pocket, Sasuke turned around with confident in his stance.
A sudden rush of resentment riled in her blood. Clenching her teeth tight, she clawed her palms. "Nothing but a tool. Let's me guess, you still haven't fuck her yet, hmp? Is that why..." The conceited smirk grazed her lips. "She's still around?"
"No." Sasuke's face harbored no expression as if it was mere nothingness. He didn't choose to be with her because of that. There was no rush between them. But it didn't mean, he never secretly craved for it.
Disgusted, Michelle snarled."You know what. The more I look at you, now. The more nauseating you make me feel." She gritted her teeth. Hand waved in the air. "I guess the only thing you're worth of, is …" Her eyes trailed down.
"And you are…" Sasuke looked at the woman as though a spec of dust was more of value than her.
That face, fuch pretty yet detestable, it made her want to gag earlier when they showed up at the main hall. Now, she simply wanted to stomp him. 'It won't last long. Watch as it crumbles to the ground.' Her eyes shot a glare as he walked away.
[...]
"Sasuke."
Of all the twenty years of his life, Sasuke had never had this much attention on him by the members of the Uchiha family. With a sigh, he turned around to meet the Third elder. The scrawny old woman waved for him to come closer.
"The guests are showing up. Where have you been?" She looked up at him.
"I've been with my father." It was a joke to him even if it was real. Something he rather not recalled at the moment.
"Good. Come."
"I will soon. Sakura is lost in the garden." Sasuke was impatient to get away. He had wasted too much time lodging around. "We will show up once I get her."
"Hm. I will send someone to get her." With a flip of a wrist, a maid retreated for the task. "Now come." The old woman was persistence, making him trailed after her to the inner court where the event was located.
"It's alright. She's only by the East lake, I will find her myself. It'll only take a few minutes-"
"Sasuke, in truth, I think it's better if she does not attend the event tonight. As much as I would love her to…" Her fingers lined the hem of her sleeve. The expensive silk cloth smoothly separated. "But, I will not let anything spoil the atmosphere." A deep intake of air, she closed her eyes. "By all means."
Sasuke looked back the see the maids had formed a locked path for him to walk through. Their head bows deeply. Hands folded on their thighs. The earlier maid had already disappeared into the vastness of the manor, if he were to dart after. He still wouldn't be able to catch up.
"There are guests from the editorial firms, do not make a scene. I'm sure, you out of all, enjoy privacy the most. And the anxiety would be unbearable to the fragile mind from those meddlesome journalists." She was determined to detained Sasuke from slipping out. "Now. Come. There a lot of people you must meet—mostly rekindle with." Sasuke had done too much damage to them.
"Master." The annoying trail of maids beckoned him to follow.
Surrounded, he was forced to follow. As much as he hated it, she made sense. These journalists, they would dig through anything. Seeing Sakura with him at an event like this again would made them a walking target.
Suddenly he realized. Her identity as an Angel. He had to be careful. Too dangerous, he felt foolish from the thought. Kurenai was currently on board to England but it was too risky. Screw them all. Her safety was above everything.
o-o-o-o-o
The sun had set. Clear sky dimly lit by the stars. The distanced light of the main manor lightly illuminated the surrounding.
Listened to Sasuke, Sakura followed the path until it came to an end. In front of a wooden bridge, the walkway through the lake came into view.
"How beautiful…" The lake, it was a hidden gem within the high walls of the castle.
The vibration of the phone pulled her attention away from the scene.
Sasuke told her to wait for him, he would be late but it wouldn't be long. A bit disappointed but she didn't mind. Not when there is such a beautiful view in front of her.
"This place would look so pretty during the day." Under the light of the surround poles, Sakura walked around to explore. It was like a maze above water. She could hear the fish swimming under her feet. 'I wonder how deep?' Leaning over the railing, Sakura looked at the water.
A couple sound of water splashing and a rush of rupture above the surface made she looked up in surprise. A frail old man was feeding the fish with a bowl of rice. Intrigued, she walked closer to where he was. Eyes lit up in amazement once she came to a cottage like structure.
Within the open space, red pillars on four sides, there was a round table with stack of white paper and calligraphy tools. On a smaller side table, there was a tea tray with two cups filled.
Bending her head to the right side, she tried to read the words, painted in black on the pale white paper. So many words there were, fluttering with the soft wind.
"You're Sakura Tenshi. I assume."
"Y-yes." She turned to see the old man swinging the bowl to empty out the last content. His face was stern and long, thick eyebrow and small eyes. He wore a dull color kimono with a black haori. There was a silver string with a crane engraved jade hung from his waistline. "And you are…" She asked after a bow.
"It's not of importance comparing to you. A girl who had captured the young heir of the Uchiha family." He placed the bowl on the table and sat down. "You're pretty famous within these halls."
"Ahh…" Flustered, she didn't know how to respond.
"You seem interested?" He meant his calligraphy. "Want to try?" Hand stroked his hairless chin.
Sakura had no clue what she gotten herself into when she gave him a nod.
[-]
"They said the way one writes can show one's character."
"Really?"
"Uhm…" He took a sip from the teacup.
"I'm sorry, but may I ask… why are there two cups?" Now that Sakura noticed, there was another bowl and a set of chopsticks by the light meal he had.
"Ah. That's for my wife." His eyes lowered.
Looking around, she wondered the where about of the woman.
"She passed away many moons ago" His eyes closed as though deep in memory.
The stillness returned. Sakura stood with the ink brush in hand to look at the old man as he looked up the sky. Her gaze drew back to the half-written letter. She pondered. 'He really loves her.' How gentle it must be to feel the affection of love and to cherish it.
"Meddling child! Practice!"
"Wah~" Too scared, Sakura made a beeline to finish the word. 'What was going on?' Wasn't she supposed to wait for Sasuke? And speaking of him. 'When is Sasuke-kun coming?' She lifted her eyes to the front, hoping to see Sasuke.
"How did you two meet?" Once more, the man's sudden change of attitude startled her. Sakura looked over to see his expression. It wasn't the mocking glance that she had been getting. The elderly face actually was intrigued to know or more like, to validating the rumors.
Clenching the handle tight, she dug her mind to remember what Sasuke had told her. "We…I...was hired as his maid. Then we had some encounters and … well… Sasuke-kun wasn't a nice boss." He really wasn't. The first few days they spend together, she recalled them very well. If she was really his maid during that time, she would rather quit.
"So, the news of you being an orpha-"
"Is true." She couldn't wait for the rest of the question. It was still too much. Sakura couldn't hold it anymore. Tears brimming by the edge of her lashes.
"Don't cut me off child! And why are you crying? Are you ashamed by it?"
Emerald brightened up in daze.
"I'm n-not. But. W-well…" She settled the brush down and took a seat on the chair right behind her. "Today …" She recalled the conversation with the Elders. Sakura hoped not to ever experience it again. It reminded her of the empty background that she possessed. Whether she had parents or not during her past life, she never knew. Did she have sibling too?
"They're all nonsensical. Shouldn't even waste your effort minding them." He lifted his teacup again and took a loud sip. "They've forgotten where their ancestors had come from." He muttered illogically. "Those bimbo heads."
Sakura let out a giggle seeing his grumpy muffle.
Clearing his throat, his eyes were kept closed. "Well then, what do you think of … all of this?" The life of the glamorous, of the riches, of the Uchihas.
"I don't like it at all."
"How so?" His eyebrow rose in query.
"It's quite empty. Well, I...I don't know how to describe it. Happiness doesn't seem to exist here."
Intrigue by her answer, he pressed on, "Then what make you happy?"
Without thinking she blurted out. "Being with Sasuke-kun."
"Isn't that a bit of a paradox? He was the one who brought you here." With a raise of eyebrow, he waited to see what else she could enlighten his mind with. Rumors were not to be trusted.
"But Sasuke-kun doesn't enjoy it. It doesn't bring him happiness."
"But anyone would do anything for the fortune." It was obvious.
"It places no important value to me."
"Even if you were dirt poor, starved to the bone, near the point of dieing."
"That isn't anything… I'm already d-" Caught her self in time, Sakura stood straight in shock.
"Hm?"
"I… I've already gone through all of that. It doesn't make a difference. As long as I'm with Sasuke-kun."
"How gullible you are-" His head shook, pitying the girl.
"Oh. Sasuke-kun!" In a second, the addressed male showed up in front of her, huffing from running.
"Sakura, let's go. We're leaving."
"W-wait."
"Ah. What's the hurry now?"
"?!" Sharply turned around, Sasuke settled his eyes at the sight of the person in front of him. 'The Fourth…' He remembered now. He always believed that he never had he met the old man but on the day of his mother's funeral, he was there. That was the only time but he could still identify that crooked smirk. The crane on the Elders' signature jade piece assured his identity.
"Must you always haste like that. The party just started, I assume." There was that crooked smile again. "So why so hurry to leave, you possibly haven't meet all the ladies of the night."
'Ladies?' Sakura looked up in confusion between the two men.
Sasuke's face darkened with angered. "You knew." He couldn't believe they would go as far as this. The longer he was forced to stay the more degraded he felt. Got caught in the mess when he tried to search his way to find her, Sasuke was enraged to see the mass of walking businessmen and their daughters.
The fourth picked up a teacup. "Hm. Yes. But not part of it. I deemed it an insignificant matter." He shrugged his shoulders.
"I thought I made it clear. I will not be set up for another engagement." Although his face was shadowed, from the grip of his hand, Sakura could feel the dark aura with his voice.
"Persistence and stubbornness. That's the codes of the Uchiha." He looked up from his seat. "You've show it well so…how can they not."
"Come Sakura." Ignoring whatever rubbish the Fourth was saying, Sasuke continued to make his way out of the maze path. A quick bow, Sakura tumbled after him.
[...]
His stride were big and quick. Eagerly, he needed to make his exit as fast as possible.
Desperate to keep up with him, her aching feet could not follow. Sakura ignored the pain. 'What happened?' Sasuke would not be that out of composure, not in public like that. "OOFT!"
Whipping his body around, his arm stretched out to catch her falling body. "Sak-"
The moment she was in his embrace, Sasuke pulled the girl completely into him. Dropping to his knees, he knelt there on the paved path with her protectively safe from harm. Sasuke would not allow a single scratch to pain her.
The wind, as a way to cool the heat rushing up their bodies, blew by with force. It carried the last of the petals from the late bloomers to their spot. Swirl of pinkness rushed around them.
"W-What's wrong Sasuke-kun?" She wanted to see his face but he kept her head nuzzled deep into his chest. The fleeting moment of needy anxiousness to see him came back again. He was there. Though she could physically touch him, but she couldn't see what kind of expression he had. Was it anger, pain, lost or a mixture of everything that was melancholic? What did they do to him this time?
"Sakura." His voice was deep.
"…Yes?"
"Be strong."
"?" His hands tightened its hold around her feeble body.
"No matter what happens. Be strong." He didn't know what to tell her. Was it addressed to her or was it a way for him to remind himself. He couldn't explain the reason why he said it but it would helped, he hoped. He had decided. Perchance it was selfish of him but he knew he was capable of keeping her safe. Therefore, he didn't care of what turbulence was heading their way.
Sakura couldn't answer him. The second she was in his arm, her body was dissolving. She couldn't stay strong like this. Surely, he didn't mean that, but she was clueless otherwise. The unknown disturbance tumbling inside her mind at that moment, made her uneasy. She imagined the worst and prayed for it not to happen ever.
"Promise me."
"Yes." The deprivation sound of his voice was unbearable to hear. He wasn't suppose to sound like so when she was near. She shall not be the source of his pain, not even a tiny bit. "Sasuke-kun."
"Hn?"
"I didn't get to see you." 'Your face.' Her face hardly parted from his torso. Loosened his arms, he stood up with her along. Hands supporting her waist, he noticed her weak legs.
At the darkest part of the pathway, the distance light source was enough to see the profile of his face. Running her hand up to his jaw, Sakura ran her fingers to scan his face with detail. Although it relaxed with her touch, Sakura could feel the tensed muscle underneath.
"No matter what happens, I'll stay strong." 'So don't be like this…'
o-o-o-o-o
Entertaining music, gourmet delicacies, everything to make perfection complete was there. The air filled with jolliness of the crowd. Servants flourished to supply the heartiest service. Everything was a façade of lies, a big canvas of illusion to the onlookers.
"Fugaku…"
"The new project …"
"…Itachi. Great success…"
"The investment was brilliance…"
"Such a priceless jewel…"
Everyone was too busy to notice the absence of a certain body. But not the journalists, they noticed the moment he left the room.
...
Seeing the Uchiha monarch finally separated himself from a group to make a walk around the room, a young reporter took his chance and started a conversation.
"Mr. Uchiha. This is quite an exceptional banquet. Do you have a moment."
"Hm." He gave the consent.
"As you've done with your eldest son, and helped him with his successful start and I may say very remarkable result. What's the future in holding for your second son. He had been assisting you in the affair of the UCHIHA Corp. Will he be branching out soon like his brother?"
A laugh, Fugaku answered. "Ah. Sasuke still has a lot to learn, and it's not only about the company affair."
"Ah I see, I see. Behind a successful man. There's always a lady." They glanced over to where Itachi and his 'wife' resided. The appearance they gave off glowed 'a perfect married couple'. Itachi stood with a wineglass in hand and Michelle embracing his other arms. They heartily conversed with the associates.
"Hm…" Fugaku didn't make a comment. And slowly, the other journalists in the room joined them. They discussed lightly on various topics, the future, regarding the new acquired island for their latest development, the rising stock value and the gossiping news of the blunders in the investments. Suddenly a bold statement caused a diversion.
"Have you made any new arrangement since the broken engagement between the Hyuuga and Uchiha? Are there any candidates as of now, Mr. Uchiha. It seemed quite a long time." Multiplied like virus, more questions exploded from the prying minds. Unresponsive, he didn't make any comment.
Itachi saw the increasing crowd around his father and wondered what was going on. All eyes were set on them and murmurs began. Suddenly, without warning, entering or rather reentering the party was the main star of the night.
An aura followed Sasuke's step as he entered with Sakura besides him, hand in hand. People parted as they strolled through the crowd then stopped in front of Fugaku and the elders. Whispers of slithered through the room.
As eager as they were to find the answer, the reporters refused to waste a second. They stormed the couple.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"How long have you two been dating?"
"Is she 'the one'?"
"Where…"
"How did you meet?"
...
"Yes." Sasuke answered.
In trepidation, the crowd overwhelmed Sakura. Stuttered, her tongue tied. Dandy hand searched for the protectiveness of his. Clenching tight, she squeezed Sasuke's palm out of nervousness. Green eyes frenziedly speculated the crowd with a tensed smile.
Left behind, Fugaku whipped his head around to meet Hana's shocked and puzzled orbs. Fuming, he turned to the elders.
The earlier maid, ordered to find Sakura, came back from failing her mission. Slipping through the crowd, she made it to where the Third was sitting and whispered to her ear.
Shocking, the Third's eyes opened wide and when it met the killer gaze of Fugaku. She literally shook in her seat. Her throat dried up as she stood in daze.
While Sakura was having speech impediment as she answered, Sasuke just ignored the random questions blowing their way. He stood there and watched her. Warming gaze, he leisurely held her waist with gentleness. 'This should be enough.' Behind his bang, Sasuke mentally smirked to see his father clenching his jaw tight.
Then a question blurted out. "Is it true that you're from an orphanage?" It made every pair of eyes intensely found the girl. 'She's an orphan?' 'Oh my.' 'She looks like she would belong to a high class family.' 'What he's doing with her?' 'Do they allow this …?'
Instantaneously, Sasuke looked up and darkly glared at the person who asked the question. He, who had asked, recoiled immediately with a gulp.
Sakura bit her lips, emeralds closed. Her head tucked to hide away from them while Sasuke was enraged. Who had leaked this? He was sure the only people who knew were of the family unit and his acquaintances. Surely, it couldn't be the group and the definitely not the members of the Uchiha. They would not let anything that would mar their image to the public. It had gotten out of hand. He figured to announce their relationship then exit the party with a chaos aftermath. It was predictable that they would come up with all kind of uncomfortable questions. But never would he expected this.
Grimace, he needed to take her away. Sakura had been in enough traumas from the Elders putting her down earlier. She didn't need to hear anymore and be critiqued by the uneducated. Sasuke rested his hand on her shoulder about to turn them around, but the girl stood like a floating ghost. Her eyes glazed a dull color of green.
It was because she was thinking.
'Are you ashamed?'
She remembered his words. Paling her feet solid to the ground, her head gradually lifted.
'Be strong.'
She meekly smiled. Seeking comfort or rather finding a way to prevent from collapsing, Sakura fixed her stance and held on to Sasuke's hand harder. 'Yes.' The answer was about to roll smoothly from her tongue.
But.
"What are you doing? Move!" A loud, rough voice from the entrance made the crowd looked up in confusion. All heads turned to see the Fourth Elder walked in with a trail of maids. One hand holding his cane, the other carried a painting scroll.
Making his way to Sasuke and Sakura, he raised his cane and pointed at the journalists. "This is a dinner, not an press conference." Then, the Fourth turned around and pointed the painting scroll toward Sasuke. "You. So reckless. Did I say you could take Sakura out here?" Mumbling how they escaped when he wasn't looking. "And take your hand off…mind your manner…" He slapped the raven's hand away from the girl's shoulder with the scroll. "Don't touch my granddaughter when I'm around." He said it without caring for the changing expression in the room.
"But Sir. You do not have any children-"
"So I can't have a granddaughter!?" The Fourth snapped, poking the end of his cane at the young man. "Uhm??!" Scary that was what in their mind. The Fourth was famous for his cranky bipolar attitude. "Do I have to get permission to have a granddaughter? Hmp?" He was intimidating, terrorizing the press.
"Uhhh…" Voice shaking, Sakura was utterly confused along with Sasuke. Standing behind the flustered girl, he silently tried to read what the old man's intention was. 'What are you trying to pull?'
It was like a climax scene of a play. The spectators watched with inquisition.
Mumbles stirred the room. Hana and Fugaku shared a glance after the old man walked in. Pulling away, he closed his eyes, no longer wanted to see. His mind was stressed and enraged. His knuckles were white from the tight fist in his pocket.
No one would anticipate the Fourth to appear and make a scene. The elders were mad. They felt like fools when all the attention was poured on to him. With a huff, the First exited the room with the excused of his health. Then he was followed by the Second and Fifth. The Third stayed behind to keep the event intact. This was shortening her life span.
On the side of the room by a buffet table, Michelle and Itachi rested. Wine glass in hand, she raised it mockingly to Itachi, silently telling him 'your family sucks'. But Itachi shifted his eyes and looked beyond her. Michelle noticed and turned around. Her face fumed when she discovered that instead of paying attention to the dramatic play happening in the room, he was focusing his eyes on a blond busty woman.
The room elated with the Fourth's bickering voice. A push with a poke, he led the couple out of the room. In awe, the baffled crowd could only stayed and watched the event ended.
From the far end of the room, Hana had stride to the back of the room. Walking behind the screen door, she said to the others. "I want nothing to leak out tonight. This better not be on the front cover of anything I will read tomorrow and any days after that …clear?"
o-o-o-o-o
"You've just met her today."
"How do you know that?"
"The girl is an orphan. She doesn't even have a single relative or a clear background."
"So?"
"Must you go and make that impulsive decision?" Asking why the old man had done such outrageous thing to oppose them. "Be insolent." The First raised his voice. His hand slammed down on to the matted floor.
It was four against one.
The Fourth leisurely sipped his tea with ease, not at all bothered with the rude talk. The laidback attitude ticked them off more.
Away from the meddling ears, they held a meeting inside the tearoom. With the four elders sat respectively by their ranking in opposition to the Fourth, it clearly showed the division between them.
"Hm…? Were you scheming something?" He lifted his eyebrows.
The Third flipped her wrist. "You knew well that we were planning to find Sasuke a new fiancé."
"Ah. That. And it's clear that he has found the one." The crooked smirk rested upon his lips. The Fourth grazed the foul looks from the elders.
"But not the right one. No matter what. Sasuke will not be married to a tramp."
"Watch your language." Now that she was known as his granddaughter, officially or not, calling Sakura a tramp was the same as mocking his name. "Unlike you. I have no connection to Fugaku. Whatever he desires does not matter to me." He reminded them again. "She is my granddaughter. And whether when I made that decision is insignificant."
[...]
'Grandfather…' Repeating the title over and over in her head, Sakura felt tingling at the idea that… 'What just happened ' Still confused, she sat aloof with a mochi in hand, about to eat it.
Sasuke waved his hand in front of her face, pondering what was going on in that pink head of hers. A smirk lined his lips, lazily laid back with his leg crossed. Obsidian watched as she goofily stared into the ground.
"Sakura, stop thinking. You're going to hurt your head." His velvet voice unveiled her mind, like an open book.
"!" Flustered. "I-I'm… just surprised … really surprised…" She timidly lowered her head and took a bite of the mochi.
"Ahh…" His heavy hand patted her head. Sakura pouted at the gesture.
"Sasuke-kun. Are we really staying overnight?" Knuckle to her lips, she looked at him earnestly.
"Hn." The old man had insisted that they stayed, more so of Sakura. It would cause additional curiosity if the granddaughter didn't hang about, Sasuke staying or not didn't matter.
Taking a moment to analyze the situation, he found it hard to believe that one of the elder would act like that. The Fourth was a strange man but he hardly showed his input. He simply just let everything pass by, not caring at all. Because Sasuke always paid close attention to them, their activity, he rarely let anything escape. However, today was an exception. He thought they would be nobler than to set up a shameless event. Then there was the Fourth. A mental note to himself, Sasuke would keep the old man under his surveillance. But for now, he would play along.
"I never would imagine him to be one of the elders." Sakura admitted she was not very observant. "I thought he was like … like Ayame! … the head butler or so…" The way he dressed was not as elaborate as the other elders were. She found him to be less condemnatory, different from what she had been exposed to. Her face cringed. Sakura was worried for him. The Fourth was called away not long ago while they were still enjoying dinner. What he did must have cause a lot of troubles.
"Not unless you are familiar with the Elder's arrangement, you wouldn't know. I didn't also but then I saw the Fourth carried a crane jade pendant with him." Every elder had a specific emblem. "Since his surname is the Tsuru."
"He's not an Uchiha?" Sakura was intrigued.
A shake of his head, Sasuke sipped a little of sake from the ceramic cup. "Only the First, and the Third are. If you saw the crest on the collar of their kimonos." He knew she was too nervous to notice detail. Sasuke doubt it if she remembered their faces. "The Second is Takeda. I believe his emblem is a hatchet and a bundle of rice. The Fifth is Akiyama, and his is a mountain top."
"Eh…so confusing…"
"Hn." He agreed. It was excessively useless. The elders he meant. They were only descendant of the older generations who had collaborated to build up the Uchiha Empire, more like advisors. The First and the Third belonged to the second family branch, not important. If it wasn't because his grandfather died, the First wouldn't had a chance to shift up a rank and the Third wouldn't get to infiltrate. The elders as of now, were only like puppets to Fugaku. His family belonged to the main or the head branch of the clan. When the time arrived, Fugaku would replace the First and righteously be the top.
'If that time come.' Sasuke smirked as he drank some more sake.
"Wah… Sasuke-kun. Stop drinking." She took away the bottle. Sasuke definitely had some drinking problem even if he denied it.
"What's wrong…" He leant a little closer to her. "Don't worry I'm sober. I'll stay awake all night." Lowered his head, he whispered to her ear. "So will you…"
A push, "Stop teasing!" clamping her ear shut, Sakura was red as a ripe cherry.
The atmosphere eased up with them fooling around. Enjoying a serene time in a traditional dining room, the calming night sky was soothing with the scenery. It was a magnificent view from the open room.
"Pardon." A group of maid showed up at the entrance door, kneeling down, they asked, "Would you like to retire for the night? We had prepared two rooms for you by the East wing."
Grimace, Sasuke wasn't fond of it at all. "One-"
"Thank you. That is lovely." Sakura cut him off. Too embarrassed to admit they share the same bed. She rose to quickly escape the male.
o-o-o
Anger pounded each step he took. Arriving home not long ago, Fugaku stormed straight to his office.
"Master Fugaku." Ayame kept her head bowed as he passed by.
Stopping at the end of the hall, Fugaku turned around and ordered his medicine to be brought to his room before he arrived to his destination.
"What are you trying to pull?"
"What do you mean Fugaku…?"
"Hmp."
"Is my granddaughter not compatible with your son? Are you belittling my status?"
"We both know well what is the truth. I will not allow it."
"We will see."
A slam on the table, he was furious. How dare that old man opposes him? Fugaku would not let the matter rest too lightly.
The old fool was up to something and he, no matter what, would not let him slip by, unharmed.
[...]
"Hmm… So she got his side."
"Yes. All of a sudden, someone revealed her stray background. And the Fourth jumped in and claimed her as his foster granddaughter." Hana had immediately reported the incident to Ayame the moment she passed the door.
Eyes closed, she elegantly lifted the handle to pour water into the teapot. Ayame was quiet while Hana disclosed the details.
"Did you make sure to shut them up?" Her hand folded on her thighs. The expensive kimono shifted slightly by her movement to raise her head and back.
"Yes. Everything is under control. Other than the guests attending, there will be no one else."
However, internal damage had already soiled the Uchiha family. A blemish was created, a permanent mark that they could clean but not remove it. The only way to fix it was either covered it up or detached it completely, to prevent dispersion.
The latter choice was more appealing.
"They can not continue this. Ruining the name of the Uchiha." If the news of Sakura's background leaked out, it would be a greater shame to the bloodline. It didn't matter if she was adopted by the Fourth who by rank were not of the top but his wealth was indefinite. If she was not of a pure royal bloodline, she was nothing at all. Unfit to be them.
The same idea ran through Hana's mind. No one that was unqualified could bear the last name of Uchiha.
"What else should we do?"
"Break them up of course." The bitter voice belonged to neither of the women. They looked up to see Michelle standing by the doorway. Her arms crossed. Malevolence expressed from her stance.
o-o-o-o-o
Stars really shined bright, when there was no moon.
After a nice long bath, Sakura, doting on a silk yukata with a wrap around her shoulder, made her way back to the room. It was strange to have waiting maids assisted the process.
'Did Sasuke-kun also…' Her head questioned if he also received the same service as she. 'But there should be male helpers too, Right?'
Pouting, she was upset to think about it. 'He better not do anything.' The thought soared through her mind unconsciously.
The guest room that she stayed was two doors down from Sasuke's. She had been pondered during the bath if she should at least bid him good night but doing so, Sakura predicted that she wouldn't be able to escape the room. Sign. Sasuke just had to be neglected for one night.
[...]
The path wasn't long, but having the maids followed around, made Sakura nervous. Their expressions were unreadable. Too stiff, too serious, she felt restrained.
"Please rest well." The trailing maids retired after they send Sakura back to her room.
The door slid close as Sakura walked further into the quarter. She slipped off the extra layer of robe wrapped around her shoulders on to a chair. Turning around the screen wall into the sleeping area, she found Sasuke sitting leisurely on the bed wearing something similar but of a darker shade of blue. He was texting a message with her phone to Ino so she could send them both attires for the next day.
Noticing the girl walking in the room, he commented as she climbed onto the bed. "I really don't understand why girls take so long to bath." He leaned to the side and stored her phone away.
The two slipped under the bed cover at the same time as Sakura replied with a pout. "Didn't you also Sasuke-kun?" Implying if he enjoyed the extra service.
Amused by the tone of her voice, Sasuke pulled her closer to his chest. "Nope, got in got out. You made me wait for an hour Sakura."
Felt at eased, she let out giggled when he turned her around to face him. His built arms held her body protectively as she closed her eyes. The bed was super fluffy and the fragranced aroma in the room was too relaxing.
Remembered, he informed her before they settled. "I have an early meeting tomorrow so I can't drive you home. There's already arrangement made for your ride. So we'll have to leave early tomorrow."
"Uhm." Snuggling closer to his chest, Sakura smiled from knowing that they shared the same scent from the bath.
As romantic as Sakura was, Sasuke was more frank. Enjoying the girl involuntarily cuddling to him, he found the nightgown to suit her body very well. The silk was softer with her skin. His hand roamed her sides frivolously.
It was hard. It was getting really hard to restrain his urges. Not just physically but mentally hard. 'She's not wearing …' Raised an eyebrow, his index finger ran down her back smoothly.
Suddenly, Sakura became conscious. 'Wait a sec.' Jolted right up, the bed cover was flung from covering them. Sakura looked down at Sasuke as he lay there.
"Sasuke-kun. What are you doing in here?!" He was supposed to be in his room. They shouldn't sleep together that night.
"Sleeping…" He answered her innocently. Patting the pillow, Sasuke motioned the girl to return to her spot.
"Go back to your room!" With a push and a tug, she scurried him out side.
[caw caw caw]
Currently, Sasuke sat on the bed of his suite, in a very bad mood. The room was dark to match his current disposition. His temper was shorted, extremely annoyed.
Rustling his hair in a frustration, Sasuke stood and ripped off the irritating article. His body was in raging heat and it was all the Angel fault. She turned him into that state. So luring with her tempting body, and the lack of whatever underneath, just thinking of it made him mad. He wanted to do so much to her. Angry how he didn't even get chance to start anything, not even a kiss. Cursing under his breath, Sasuke flopped his aching body down the full-size empty bed.
It was going to be a looong night.
For both of them.
Because two doors down, there was an Angel, wide awake.
'…' She wondered if it was the right thing to do. Forcing Sasuke out like that, he didn't even do anything. Sakura believe the raven just wanted to spend the night. He actually behaved.
"Oooh…" Groaning, Sakura tossed and turned on the big empty bed. It seemed like a really long time since she had kicked him out. Sitting up, Sakura leaned over to where her phone was. 'I should give him a call.' A sweet goodnight apology should be sufficient.
'…'
He turned off his phone.
"Sasuke-kun is mad." Slumping back onto the bed, she bit her lips.
'I hate sleeping alone now.'
"!" Hands pulling her hair, how could she be that insensitive.
[...]
It was late, late in the night.
Dead silence around the manor, no life form was awake beside the occasion howling sound of the nocturnal creature.
Quietly sneaking around, Sakura was surprise to find that his door wasn't lock. Slipping in through the sliding door, Sakura tipsy-toed her way to his bed.
"Sasuke-kun?" She quietly called out his name, wondering if he was asleep.
"Aw…" The male was dead in slumber. His right arm was tucked under his head and the other on his chest. If she were to be by his side, her head would lay on the nape of his left arm.
"Sasuke-kun…" Whispering her voice softly, Sakura closed in to the bed. 'I'm sorry.' Just a kiss, she would just give him a goodnight kiss then leave. That should be enough to ease up the guilt in her mind.
Crawling closer, she tried her best to make minimal sound to keep from stirring him awake. The shuffling of sheets never sounded so loud. Carefully, as she near his face, her stomach quenched anxiously.
Such gorgeous feature, so calm, so heart whelming, his sleeping face was like an Angel, more so than hers was. Sakura sat there right beside him and contemplated. "Sasuke-kun…" Biting her lower lips, Sakura studied his face. A moment like that reminded her of the first night she was with him. The only different was that he was not mumbling cohesive words from the fever. But his face was the same, it was free of the tension, the pain of his reality. How long had it been since she been gazing at this face, be awestruck by the expression it gave and curious of what it could show.
Tenderly, her hand hovered by his cheek. She wanted to touch him so much.
"You know Sasuke-kun. I have a lot I want to tell you too. But by rules, I am not allowed to do so." She whispered into the night. Having enough courage to say what was on her mind, she continued, "But I have a confession to make." A sweet smile placed on her lips. "At the beginning, I thought, this was impossible. How could I be a guardian for an arrogant, overly egoistically man" She pouted,"who thinks highly of himself and not care at all for anybody. A big pervert too. A really really big pervert, since he couldn't keep his hand ...off." She coughed the last word. It was still nevertheless, quite embarrassing to say it. "But I didn't give up. I wanted to reclaim my wings." A knot had formed in her throat. "I cherished it a lot. It's the only possession I have that remind me of my existence to where I belong."
She pulled back her hand to wipe her eyes.
"But…" All of that was the past. She swallowed a sob.
"But now, the more time I spent with him. I had realized how selfish I was to use him like so. Through all the interactions we've encountered, I have found him. I saw the truth behind the layers of façade masks he wears to vent off the unwanted." Just like a beautiful rose with thorns. His perfection, his coldness, his attitude toward the other beings on the surface of the earth was everything he had built up to make him tough and numb from all feelings. "It doesn't matter anymore. I don't mind if I will be able to soar through the sky again. I don't mind if I stay human." Blurting out without holding back, she poured out everything that was on the tip of her tongue.
A long pause, her breath hitched. Something just struck her mind.
Slowly, in the lightness of her voice. "I actually don't mind as long as I can stay by his side. No matter what will happen, I'll protect him because I want to with all that I can. He will no longer be trapped, be tied down by the past. Nothing, no one will hurt him again, bring pain to him. As long as I am with him." Her voice was rough, from the emotion weakening her ability to talk.
Both of her hands founded his jaw. Her fingers touched his skin lightly. "That is why." Her torso leaned over to hover above his face. "That is why. I hope to see him enjoy life more. He has all the long years of living ahead. I want to see him smile everyday genuinely from all the happy things that will happen."
"Therefore, please…" There was barely an inch between them. "Please…" She couldn't utter another word. Her eyes blurred. Everything that had happened that night thrashed down on her feeble conscious. She felt the pain that he had to endure.
Closing up the gap between them, she bestowed a sweet kiss on his cool lips.
Chu. "Goodnight Sasuke-kun." She murmured against his lips. Inhaling a long breath, Sakura smiled. She stayed quiet for a bit but realized it was time to return to her room before she went on another rampage.
Slowly backing away, after Sakura straighened up, a heavy hand weaved through her pink locks and pulled her head down, crashing back to his lips.
"MMH!" He was awake. Sasuke was conscious all this time.
Unknowing how, in a flash, she found herself being pulled to the other side of him. Within a second, on her back, Sakura's widened eyes stared up to Sasuke. The fallen bang of his raven lock hid his facial expression from her eyes.
On his knees and palms, he trapped the girl from escaping. The soft comforter was pulled to cover them under it.
"Sakura." His voice was low. Head hung. Sasuke couldn't bring himself to look at her, his Angel, in the eyes.
"Sa-sasuk-ke-kun…You…you heard…" She stuttered.
"Hn. Yes." His voice was unreadable. "Sakura, how misbehaving you are. Sneaking in to my room when you chased me out from yours earlier. Then disturb my sleep and randomly mumbled about this … this perverted arrogant man." He was playing with words.
Blush, "Y-you were supposed to be asleep. I didn't m-mean to call yo-"
"What do you mean me…That's not me." He lowered his body and hid his face into the crook of her neck. His breath was hot. It made every strand stood up from the back of her neck. Then the way every word rolled from his tongue extremely slow and gentle was chilling. "Who were you talking about? Sakura you know you're not allowed to talk about other men." His head dug deeper.
Shivered, her body was heating up by each movement of his lips.
"Ahh…I- I… Ah…" She was melting already. Sasuke was cruel. He knew how to make her feel helpless and weak instantly. She fidgeted under him, wiggling her body as his free hand roamed her side, messing up her robe.
"!" Suddenly she realized. 'He's not wearing …'
Completely nude, Sasuke was bare, completely exposed under the sheet.
"EEK Sasuke-kun. You're naked!" A push, her slender arms successfully shoved the male body from her. Sakura was struck by another surprise when their faces met.
His cheeks.
His whole face, even the ears, was red to the point she could see it under the poorly lit room.
Sasuke was blushing.
Hand to her mouth, Sakura blinked confusedly as Sasuke knelt with her between his thighs. He looked to the side. With a raise of his palm, it covered a side of his flustered face from her.
While Sakura was babbling, he had been restraining his hardest not to react but when she kissed him. All of his control loosely sprung free.
Opening her mouth to make a comment, she was hushed when he brought his hand to prevent a word to escape.
"Don't" He said. If she was to utter another words, he had no idea how to hold all this unknown sentiment locked. She was tearing him apart. He thought it would be amusing to mess with the girl's mind by acting as if he had fallen asleep then jumped her. Never thought he would be the one getting the surprise.
Glossy, beautiful pair of emeralds made his chest tight. She earnestly looked at him with deep emotion. What she revealed at the beginning made him angry but it was only the truth. However, when she had completed her little confession, he felt ashamed yet humbled. What had he done to deserve her? This Angel was willing to stay by him unconditionally even when most of what he brought to her was pain and devastation.
"Sakura…" Releasing her mouth, he replaced his hand with his lips.
"Mmmh…" By the tender touch, Sakura completely forgot about his attire or the lack of it. The back of her mind, thought nothing much of it. Subconsciously she knew that eventually she would join him.
Sasuke was a man of lacking affectionate words. He didn't know how to respond. Craving, needing kiss was the only way he could use to take action to her assertion.
His head was swollen from the burning aspiration of their kiss. Opening his mouth, his tongue glided to seek for her willing lips and slipped his slick muscle in. Tongues smothered, invading each other deepest crevices.
Such kiss told her how fortunate he was to have her. It was forceful, yet filled with passion. It woke up every sleepy nerve they had.
"Sakura…" He hummed her name again. "Sakura…" And again. "Sakura…" Never would he be tired to repeat her name.
"Oooh…" Lost in paradise, she was like a lost sheep. So vulnerable, so innocent, so his, the hungry wolf.
His head pulled away before both of them faint from the lack of air. Breathing hard, he gazed down at the half-lid eyes, mouth parted with jagged breath. Sakura looked as if she was in ecstasy, because she was.
Regaining his composure, he leaned his head down to the point their noses were touching.
"Well Well Well." Now to cross-examine the girl. "Why are you sneaking over here for Sakura?" Lips against lips, his dark eyes burned a hole through her.
Blush. Sakura pulled her head to the side to avoid his face. Her neck was bare to his liking. With a testing lick, he couldn't wait to taste her. That salty sultry tang, it electrocuted every taste bud of his tongue.
"I-I … I came over to give you a goodnight kiss, since I was being a little mean earlier." Biting her lips, it was getting a bit too hot. Whether it was the early summer humidity or from their bodies, she didn't know. Her head was getting a bit bloated.
"Ah… but that's not enough." Nothing was enough. He could never get enough.
"What else..." Her voice trailed off. The way his hand ran up and down her thigh was unnerving. Then his breath was fanning her blazing skin with heat. She couldn't think straight. Each stroke was a breath she took in.
"I want you…" He kissed her jaw, nipped her neck up to her ear. "All of you." He dug his hand under her butt, and the other under her back to slightly lift her body from the heated bed and press tight to his.
That.
He wanted her to feel that.
To feel what she did to him.
It was hard to miss. Too long he had been in that state. Every second was torture.
"Oooh…" Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to his shoulder. Her tugging was harder now. She needed something to grip on, not just him, but her sanity. Whatever that was poking her, was definitely not his elbow. Lung gasping for air from feeling it Sakura was hyperventilating. There was a layer of silk between them and she could actually feel the pulsating beat of his length.
Butterfly fluttered restlessly, her stomach clenched uncomfortably. She wanted to get rid of the strange sensation yet wanted to experience more.
Her thighs tickled. Twitchy, her legs wouldn't stay put. A pool of wetness collected between her limbs. It was too unbearable to ignore it.
"Sa-suke-kun…" Her voice desperately begging, but for what? Did she know? It was her body; Sakura should know well what her body needed.
"Hmm…?" Staying like that wasn't doing him much good, raw contact, he craved for it. Frustrated from having her so close to him but unable to have her made him aroused to a painful state. The petite luscious body was tempting, with a little movement and friction against him. His groin felt like it would burst from the teasing touch.
"I feel weird…" Wiggling around, she was not doing any good for neither of them. The rubbing of the silk against his sensitive member was tormenting. And the more and more she thrashed about, the more loosen up the parting of the robe was.
"What do you want me to do about it?" He was a teaser, a torturer.
Blush. She pressed her face to his chest. The beating of his heart was wild to match hers.
"I don't know…" Sakura mumbled.
"So … does that mean I can do anything…"
She could see the smirk on his face.
"Haven't you already…" Shyly, weak, she answered him. Wasn't that suggestive.
Sasuke was quiet for a moment. Shifting their body a bit, he collapsed to the side, and pulled the girl with him. Lying side by side, his hand cradled her body.
"You have no idea Sakura, but for now, yes..."
Was it her tired mind or for a fleeting moment, she expect him to say no. Why 'no' though? What else hadn't been done? Sakura was confused.
"So how about you do something…" And by something, he didn't mean just a simple kiss.
And of course, Sasuke would come up with such response. Biting her lips, she sat up after a careful consideration. Pushing the cover away, she pondered a bit.
His hand stayed on her hip just in case the girl had the word 'escape' in her mind instead. But he was awestruck when Sakura's fingers reached toward the knot on the strap that kept her robe together. Mouth ajar, his eyes followed her movement in detail. Intensely watching as more and more was unclothed. Stupidly, he held his breath until the finale.
In nervousness, she lowered her head as the end was pulled to undo the tie. Slowly, everything loosened up. A push of the shoulder, the silk material slithered down and her front was exposed to his ravenous gaze.
A gulp swallowed. Sasuke eyes pinpointed his targets. Pale soft mounds, her pink nipples were taunting him. Pulling both of his hands back, Sasuke folded his arms under his head for a better view. He was enjoying this spectacular scene of his Angel.
Feeling conscious by the unnerving attention, Sakura quickly changed her mind. "There. Done. I did something!" Crossing her arms, Sakura hastily pulled back the robe and readied to jump off the bed but it wasn't that easy.
"Oh no you don't." He knew it. She would find a way to flee. Almost letting the girl escaped when he let his guard down for a second. Reeling Sakura around, he pulled her by the waist. With enough force but gentle, he returned her back to the bed. Then proceed to trap her again.
"EEPPP!" Not having enough time to tie her robe in place, Sakura kept her arm crossed.
"Where do you think your going?" Growling, he roughly seized her wrists and pulled them above.
The action made her chest arched up and the parted her robe more.
"Ba-ack to m-my room…" Sakura struggled to get out of his grip. She felt awkward in that position. With her arms straight above her head and her legs parted, bent by the knees with him nestled in between. The flimsy robe bundled by her waist, it barely covered her delicious body from him nor did it serve an adequate separation between their heat.
"Do you actually think that I'm going to let you go after you pull a stunt like that...again?"
Avoiding making eye contact, Sakura quietly answer. "Yes…?" She meekly smiled. "Maybe…?"
"Hn." He raised an eyebrow at the girl.
"Sasuke-kun~~" Whining, full big eyes; she gave him a super puppy look.
A growl, he warned the girl. "Not going to happen…" A wide grin, he enjoyed to see her squirming more in his trap when she know that it was futile. At least she put up a good fight. Or not.
Dropping his hip, Sakura suddenly froze up from his full contact.
"What's wrong now?" Ignoring his own frustration, he couldn't stop teasing the girl. "Where did all your daring fleet go to now?" Easily controlled both struggling wrists in one hand, he twirled her hair with the other. Running down her lace, Sasuke tauntingly slithered his fingers down her face, to her jaw, her neck and stopped when he reach the collar of her robe.
"Sa-saa-suke…-kun…" Sakura couldn't breathe. Lungs stopped working when his fingers slipped under the silk layer. Lazily, he lifted the silky material from her slender waist.
"You know. As much as you look extremely beautiful wearing this… I still think it's better if you don't." A few more tug, she was as nude as he was with the robe completely parted, except for the tiny undergarment. But no worry, it would leave her body soon. Like now.
"!"A pull on the side strings, it slipped off her trembling hip easily.
"Hmm… Wet." She was soaked. Running his thumb and index against the inner part of her panty, he was excited from the sodden feel. Sticky, it made his blood rushed. His heart beat faster. His throat felt drier.
Clawing her palms, her strength was useless against him. Emeralds shot open when his hot mouth latched over her stiff nipple. The feel of his tongue twirling the tip made her fervently stimulated. It was in circle then up and down. Crying out inarticulate cry of bliss, Sakura choked a moan.
"Ohh…Oh…aoh…Noo-oh…"
Lick.
Lick.
"Uhh…"
Lick.
The sound amplified through the room. And to more of her excited distress, his hip started a motion. He was rocking lightly against her and Sakura couldn't help but to react.
Back and forth.
Slowly, lightly, with shallow movements; he swayed his hip in rhythm. The base of his length tapped her swelling core. He slithered up at each interval. With his back sharply bent, he kept his mouth glued to her tip. His hand no long held up her wrists. But she didn't let go of his palm. Clutching it tight, it served a way for her to stay in control.
It quickened.
His tongue, his hip, accelerated.
Sakura was lost from the increasing pressure at the pit of her stomach. It did a flip when he gave a suck. She buckled up to him. Involuntarily, her nerves reacted without thinking.
"Sa-sasuke-k-uh-un…" Gulping, choking, she couldn't breathe. Her lungs tightened, it thirsted for air but was denied. Buried her hands to his dark lace, she tugged at the roots. Encouragement? Telling him to stop?
Which was it?
She was pushing, pulling. So close, she felt it readied to explode. Just a little more.
A little more attention.
A little more caress.
A little more force.
And she would let it all loose.
Her face was puffed red. Ruby lips parted. Eyes clenched shut. She moved up and down on the bed from his movement.
"Ah."
Push.
"Ahh!"
Push.
"MM..mh….!"
Push.
Push.
Stop.
"?" Her eyes snapped opened when she felt the heavy weight lifted from her body. Opened up to see Sasuke face hovering above hers with his lust filled eyes. "Sa-asuke kun…" His name whispered under her breath as she heavily heaved.
A smirk, he gave her a devilish smirk.
On his knees and elbows, he crouched over her torso. The standing tips of her breasts teased his chest as she replenished her lungs.
Their eyes searched earnestly. Softly he kissed her lips. Like the tempo of a symphony, slowly, it built up. Intensely they kissed with fervor. Then leisurely they slowed down only to pick up the enthusiasm pace. Calmly, Sasuke lifted his head. Sakura in the middle of blissful state was oblivious of what to come.
Backing up, Sasuke sat on his heels with his arms under her knees. It hoisted her bottom up and spread her legs wide.
"Wah…" Feeling her body being pulled down and spread, Sakura tried to retract her legs and sit up but her muscle was weak from the stimulation. Sasuke knew what he was doing.
A thick layer of sweat covered her body and same with him. Their bangs clung to their forehead. Sasuke's eyes hid behind his but she knew well where his eyes were aiming.
"D-don't" She told him not to look. Hands reached down to cover her core from his gaze. It was too embarrassing if he saw how wet she was. Sakura felt the stream of stickiness under her hands, her lips swelled.
"Sakura…" Her name rolled from his tongue so smoothly, so luscious. She melted the instance his hand removed hers and pulled one up to his face, which tugged her along.
Sitting up with her foot in the air was hard, even when he was supporting one leg and her arm straight up to lean back on. It was still hard because she was trembling.
"What are you doing?" He licked her fingers. "Don't touch yourself when I'm here." Dropping her hand on his shoulder, his finger slipped down in between her folds. Sakura's face was beet red from his a comment. And by a single touch of his finger…
"Ah!" A loud mewing moan, a wash of sultry juice flushed down his hand, dripping to the sheet, onto the white unblemished sheet, soaking it.
Both of her hands had reached up to his shoulders, preventing her body from going backward. She didn't want her core to be lifting up in air like so.
"Someone is hot…" He played with the fresh heated fluid from her between his fingers. Bringing it to his lips, Sasuke hungrily sucked each finger clean to show the stunned emerald what he would do when his head laid between her legs.
"Oooh…" Groaning, it didn't take long for him to make a move.
His face leaned in next to her ear. "Don't close your eyes." Then Sasuke trailed a path of air kisses from her neck to her shoulder, across her tip to her stomach, then lower abdomen, then her aching, throbbing, scent filling core.
His lips feathery moved against her lower lips. "You smell so good." His nostril overwhelmed with the aroma of her cum.
"uhmmm…" He hadn't done much and she already anticipated another episode of explosion. To see his head there was enticing.
Giving up from sitting, Sakura collapsed back to the bed. It caused her hip to raise and press up to his mouth. Liking where the contact was, he kept a hand under her butt and elevate it.
A lick, her back arched, her legs wrapped around his head tightly.
Another lick, she cried out a moan when a finger easily slipped in her slick wall.
"Uwah…" The sideway caress of his tongue, the in and out fondle of his finger. A warm sensation ran through her spine and up her brain to shut it down from thinking. Her nerve system was the only part that should be working. She just needed to feel all the orgasmic bliss that he was creating from the combination strokes.
Another digit joined and stretched her lips slightly for him to lick in between. Her wall tightened and released around his fingers. The compulsive constricting feel of her inner wall drove him insane.
The tangy taste, the husky aroma, the slick texture made him addicted, still obsessed. Sasuke had no idea how long he could hold. His sanity was corroding.
He purposely licked loudly. The slurping sound was tormenting her.
One hand tugging the sheet, nearly ripped it. The other pressed to her mouth, muffled a little of her moans. Shuddering, she wiggled from the unrestrained pleasure sparking her senses, jolting her nerves.
Clamping her wall firmly, muscles constricted from a sudden spasm. A shudder, her hip thrust up. Toes curled with her leg straight out from muscle tremor.
Choking a few moans, she thrashed as cum poured into his open mouth. "Sasuke kun…" Breathlessly, she cried out. Her heart was racing. Simply breathing was not enough to feed her shrinking lungs. Seeing stars, her eyes clenched shut. Red adorned her cheeks. Sweat ran down her temples. Her eyes hazily shut and mouth mumbling cohesive words.
Suddenly he rushed up to her face. Lifting her neck up, he thought to give her aid in breathing but only to take her breath away again.
"I'm sorry Sakura." He couldn't. "I can't...I can't wait any more." Wrapping her body with his arms, Sasuke breathed out each word, pleading for her consent. "Will you-"
"Yes." Emeralds smiled.
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Not to ruin the mood but...muhahaha...now I go into hibernation. Feed me cookies.