Sasuke had just returned home. After three months of traveling, he missed it;
The short hair, which barely touched the shoulders and even at night left a sheen of pink behind.
The green irises that shone like the moon and reminded
him of the love and solace he found there.
The red lipstick that left streaks on his lips and cheeks after making love.
The gentle touch that could heal every wound, even those invisible to the eye.
Oh and he missed those kisses.
"Are you all right, Anata?" Sakura looked at him with a concerned expression on her face, "You've been staring at me incessantly for five minutes and haven't answered my questions."
Sasuke smiled. He embraced Sakura, pulling her close and kissing her face.
"Aa, you don't have to worry. I feel fine and even better."
Yes, he missed her terribly.