Take Me with You, a naruto fanfic

Sasusaku Month, Day 05: Blank Period

As much as other shinobi might consider Sasuke to have an untouchable mastery of the ninja arts, he is still a man. That much has become increasingly obvious to both Sakura and Sasuke as they've continued their travels. Before she joined him in his treks across the continent, Sasuke could easily stifle any unexpected hormonal fluctuations. He grew accustomed to pushing down testosterone-fueled carnal desires in favor of focusing on the next step, the next fight, the next mission.

He has a whole lifetime of being imposing, his stature and reputation intimidating anyone who crosses him. Sasuke knows his unchanging facial expressions make others stagger, knowing the formidable opponent they've happened upon. His tenacity bleeds into most of his interactions with others, needing to control the situation. He doesn't like for things to escape his grasp, whether that is mission objectives or codes or enemies.

However, several months ago, Sasuke's resolve crumbled. He couldn't resist the allure of a girl with hair the shade of cherry blossoms and eyes as green as a lush forest, highlighted by the silver moonlight. Her hushed, tender words caressed his ear, causing a thrilling sensation down his back as she implored: "take me with you."

Now, he admires the natural development of that scene, the natural progression of Sakura, the natural progression of Sakura and him in front of him. He is the only one that knows Sakura's public disposition – her kindness, her smile, the twinkle in her eyes – hides all the more forceful aspects of her personality.

Sasuke happily looks forward to sharing his body with his new lover for her to manipulate in any way she wants. As she sheds her clothes and brings his hand to her bare breasts, Sakura's own tenacity overwhelms their interaction. In the few months of memorizing the mysteries of her body, his body, and how they fit together, Sasuke has learned that his stoicism melts away under Sakura's hands.

"Sasuke-kun, look at me."

His name on her lips snaps him out of his internal monologue. The sight of Sakura peeling her shorts and undergarments while maintaining direct eye contact with Sasuke always brings a deep flush to his cheeks. He bites his lower lip when his Sharingan activates. His hyperdetailed vision shows him just how ready Sakura is for him, how badly she wants him. A barely perceptible string of wetness connects her core to her panties. Sasuke notes that his sole hand has moved to grasp at her waist, seemingly with a mind of its own.

An ache deep in his muscles wants to pull her down on to his body, make a mess of her with his rock-hard cock, but he knows better by now; No, Sasuke doesn't call the shots here.

"Your turn," Sakura directs him, pulling his hand away from her body to the top edge of his pants.

'Where did this dominating force come from?'

Sasuke and Sakura work together to unclothe him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sasuke marvels at the flat plane of strong muscles on Sakura's waist and remembers that there's a reason for all this patience, pining, and desperately waiting: Sakura longs so badly to be heavy with his children, and, really, who is Sasuke to deny the love of his life any happiness?

The tension building inside Sasuke escapes, a quiet moan filling the quiet air as Sakura adjusts his length to her entrance. She teases him. Sakura rubs his tip along her folds, holding the tension momentarily every time their bodies catch, never letting Sasuke feel her molten heat envelop him. The sensation of almost getting to be inside her is going to drive him insane. The glistening wetness connects the two lovers. He feels his flat nails dig into his palm, and his synapses burn from anticipation. It is the only action he can do to keep from plunging deep into her.

But no, Sasuke still doesn't call the shots here.

"Sakura, please."

He can't bring himself to say anything else. His mind has lost what little verbal abilities Sasuke had developed in favor of his deep need to make love until he can't think of anything else. As if reading his mind, Sakura's other hand lifts his chin until the two lovers reestablish their eye contact. Only after verifying that Sasuke's wide eyes see nothing else but her does Sakura allow herself to sink onto his waiting member.

Inch by inch, Sakura's body envelops his erection, as if savoring the feeling of their joining. Sasuke's mouth opens in a silent moan, relishing the sweet mixture of friction and slickness on the most sensitive portion of his anatomy.

"Sasuke-kun, you feel so good," Sasuke hears from Sakura.

He shuts his eyes and pulls his face to the side, as if such actions will hide the deep flush of embarrassment from Sakura's position on top of him. She always sets the pace of their sex; this time he finds himself trying to choke back a groan at the slow tempo. Not even biting his lower lip stops the ever-louder groans from escaping his lips.

With every meeting of their hips, Sasuke falls a bit more apart under Sakura. Every clap of her body onto his has Sasuke breathing out her name, holding onto it as if it is his only saving grace.

"Sakura...! Sakura, please," he grunts out despite not really knowing what he's asking from her. He mentally holds on to her name as he falls apart.

"You sound so handsome moaning my name, Sasuke-kun."

His carnal desires fog his mind as Sakura's speed hastens. He can feel Sakura twitching internally, ready to cum all over his dick. The tension that has been building inside his body is starting to hurt deliciously. He looks down at where his manhood disappears into Sakura's body over and over. The added visual stimulation makes Sasuke start to shake and grind his teeth.

'It's too much; no one has this much self-control. She-'

"I like how we look, too." Sasuke looks up to see Sakura: a cocky half-grin, bedroom eyes, and her own deep blush adorn her beautiful face. "It's like you were made to fill me," she continues.

"Fuck," is the only thing Sasuke can respond with over and over again, having forgotten how to say anything else.

He knows Sakura is starting her own unravelling, her body contracting against him increasing in tempo. She lays her forehead to Sasuke's. Patience spent; Sasuke pulls his lone arm tight against Sakura's waist, keeping her slick body against his. He uses his strength to guide Sakura's movements past her haze and exhaustion. The change in speed and force has both Sasuke and Sakura saying sweet nothings to each other as they rapidly seek relief.

Sakura bites down on his left shoulder as her body tightens hard against Sasuke's member. She cums hard and he quickly follows after her.

The midsummer heat envelops them, making breathing hard. The two lovers stay laying on the bed of their room at their inn, focusing on regaining their ability to breathe regularly. Dizzy with bliss, Sasuke knows his defenses are down; he's emotionally exposed and bare in a way he can only ever be for Sakura. He can even feel his Sharingan disengaging. Spending the very last of his energy, Sasuke finds himself pressing a lone kiss on Sakura's mouth before falling asleep.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

THE END.