Up on the Roof with a Schoolgirl Crush


Sakura Uchiha sits beside her husband, their legs dangling over the edge of the bakery rooftop. The cool evening breeze tousles Sakura's soft pink hair, mingling her tresses amongst the golden moment. A comforting silence envelops them, filled only by the distant hum of the village below. This is their place, a small piece of heaven where time seems to stand still.

Tranquil moments like these are few and far between for people like them. Sasuke and Sakura often share thoughts, touches, and surnames, but peace is seldom. She can see Sasuke's profile against twilight in her peripheral vision and Sakura remembers when stolen rooftop moments became routine.

Her mind wanders away. Sasuke turns nineteen years old and asks her to join him in running away from it all; responsibilities, duties, missions, all of it. He just wanted one chance – a single opportunity to show how he'd become a better man. Whether Sasuke needed to show her or show himself, that was a question better left to some other time. Sakura recalls the heat of that first summer day's trek from their hometown. It was the first time she'd been outside of Konoha without an objective, a time when the world seemed both vast and intimate. Her nervous laughter would bubble up from her chest, always drawing a rare, genuine smile from Sasuke. That very first day, Sakura saw Sasuke's awkward and unpracticed smile and saw the light of freedom on her face.

She recalls the days they spent running through lush forests, the world a blur of green and brown as they leaped over roots and darted around trees. Always a beat faster than her, Sasuke's movements were precise and elegant. Sakura often found herself admiring his strength, the effortless way he navigated through life's obstacles compared to her hard-fought confidence. It was all so… easy for him.

The sunlight filtering through the canopy created a natural kaleidoscope, casting dancing patterns on Sasuke's face. Sakura remembers those moments vividly, the way the light softened his usually stern features. The wind was a constant companion in these memories, its gentle caress a soothing presence in their tender moments. Sakura can almost feel it now, replaying a cool touch on the back of her neck as Sasuke leans in close. Back then, nature itself was conspiring to bring them closer, to drown them so in love that they might stop breathing.

The evening gold in front of Sakura begins to transform, bleeding into a pale lavender. She remembers the first time she memorized this hue, the first time she adored Sasuke with every piece of herself. Roughly a month after their first kiss, Sakura's hands found themselves wound up Sasuke's hair under the vast, starlit sky. Back before she ever learned how to love him peacefully, these hasty kisses were the moments Sakura cherished the most. Sasuke's hand would trail up her shirt, drawing goosebumps across her body. Her kisses against his neck would pull groans deep from his chest. He pulls at her obi until it falls away and her hands follow the trail of hair between his Adonis belt until Sasuke's harsh breathing is all she hears. The warmth in Sakura's heart burns fast, like this is too good to be true, like this is too impossible, like this life is too temporary. The world falls away, leaving just the two of them under the blanket of stars.

The trees stand as silent witnesses, rustling softly in the wind. Sasuke's back presses against the rough bark of an ancient tree, Sakura's hands roaming freely over the contours of his lean chest. She can hear the thunderous steady beat of his heart, sees the frenzy in his eyes, feels his blood pool with want against her thigh. Every signal from his body is begging her to continue.

And yet Sasuke breaks the kiss, his voice a conflicted whisper against her neck. "Sakura, we need to stop."

Sakura continues her touches. Sakura pulls back slightly, her breath coming in quick gasps, her eyes searching his. "Why?"

Sasuke's gaze flits around the secluded forest, the solitude of their surroundings doing little to calm his racing heart. "We're in a forest."

"So?"

Sasuke struggles to find the words, all the blood in his body fighting against the logical part of his mind, the heat of her body, and the strain in his pants. "We can't."

Her voice rises in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "But why? You're not making any sense."

"Sakura…" Sasuke hits the back of his head against the tree bark, frustration and impatience marring his handsome features.

She brings his face down to her level and pulls his dark locks behind his ear. Sakura is face to face with the powerful lavender sight of Sasuke's Rinnegan. Sasuke's fear pulls him away again, closing his eyes, closing himself off to her. Sakura knows that look – Sasuke is scared. A month of heated kisses and sticky sweet touches could be chalked up to a simple summer fling. If Sasuke were to be too much, come off too strong, said something way too honest and made Sakura run and hide, he might survive if this were more casual. He might survive if Sasuke can tell himself the two of them are adults just having fun. He just might be able to convince both of them that there's nothing more to this.

"Do you not want this?" Sakura's vulnerability is barely above a whisper.

Sasuke's eyes shoot open, and Sakura is struck at the truth behind his eyelids: a pale lavender truth and bleeding red love lock onto hers, intense and unwavering. All the atoms stop vibrating. There is no noise louder than the truth crashing over Sakura. "What are you saying? Of course, I do. I don't know how to want anyone else."

Sakura's eyes search his, finding all the hidden self-doubt Sasuke's been using to kill himself slowly. With a single look, Sasuke confesses deeper feelings than words could ever form. This moment is all it takes for Sasuke to rip out his own heart and hand it to Sakura for safekeeping.

She takes a deep breath, her decision clear. "Then want me."

The water rushes in and Sasuke's arm pulls her against his lips, their kiss breaking loose from Sasuke's rigid control. Sakura sighs and her molten heat can't take the anticipation anymore. In their lust-fueled state, the rest of their clothing slowly melted off their bodies, revealing supple flesh beneath. Sasuke's rushed fingers pull at her bindings, the cool air meeting Sakura's chest for the first time. Sakura's nails trace against Sasuke's hips, pulling his pants and briefs down with a single movement.

Each breath they took intensified the burning hunger that coursed through their veins. As Sasuke pulls her into his kiss, Sakura feels like every organ and muscle inside her body has transformed into liquid flames, consuming her with a powerful urge - the need to feel him inside her, claiming his as her own. Clad only in her shorts, Sakura sits deeper in his lap, pressing her body against Sasuke's strong frame; yearning to share some of this delicious burn with him.

Sasuke can only bear witness to the resplendence of Sakura. His hand grips her hip, letting her clothed center grind against his erection. Sparks fly behind his eyelids, tomoes spinning wildly when that first movement pulls a moan from Sakura. He stares at her in wonder, knowing for the first time that his touch does not bring her pain anymore, his movement does not make her cry anymore, and his mouth doesn't break her heart anymore. Sasuke can see all the happiness he brings to her written across Sakura's body: the blush on her face, her reddened shoulders, bruised lips on her smile, wetness spreading on her shorts, and her eager hands pulling his member closer.

"Sasuke, please," she gasps, her voice desperate. "I need you." Her hand pulls the material of her shorts from between them. Sasuke's red sight captures Sakura at neediest, permanently capturing her most intimate parts into his memory forever. Her bare slit rubs against him and Sasuke is plunged in hazy desire.

Every inch of her is perfect, as he captures the way her rose hair dances in the wind, how her juices drip onto his erection, how she bites down her lips to keep the wanton sounds of foreplay stifled. Sasuke almost misses when Sakura's patience runs out and she lowers herself onto his waiting body, conquering him. Her movement is slow, relishing the feel of Sasuke in the deepest parts of herself. His single arm pulls her in, helping bury deep inside her.

"You okay?" he exhales against the valley of her breasts, not wanting to let go of her but also not wanting Sakura to learn to hate his touch.

"Yes," Sakura begs. "Yes. Just move."

Sasuke tightens his arm against her waist, his steel hold restricting Sakura as they both set their pace. The feeling sent electric currents running through Sakura's core, making her hiss. Every stroke made her tremble, heightening her sensitivity. Sasuke's eyes burn wildly, wanting to claim every piece of Sakura, loving how easily she claims him every time he disappears into her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly, refusing to let go even if heaven itself would crumble underneath them. He began to move faster, matching her fervor, making the intensity grow exponentially.

As the tempo increased, so did their desperation.

"You…" Sasuke struggles to rasp out, "You're so tight."

The trees ripple and sway along with their frenzied movements, echoing the raging rhythm of their embrace. Sakura lost all sense of self-consciousness, submitting entirely to the fiery possession taking place within her. The heat rising up from her center served to fuel the fire, binding them together inextricably. Sasuke's touch grew more insistent, digging deeper into her inner depths, causing her to scream out his name in pure ecstasy. Each passing second drove them closer toward their joint release.

Sasuke moans against her ear, an uncontrolled and adulterated sound she's never heard from him. They move together and Sasuke's tempo begins to fall out of time with hers, rushing too soon for Sakura. She's almost there – she can almost taste how delicious her release will be – when Sasuke loosens his hand against her hip and moves to touch between them.

"Cum for me," he begs, eager to finish together. Sasuke's fingers move against Sakura's nub and her world stops. Times slows down and Sasuke's touch against her clit dissolves her into pleasure. She can feel her body pulsing against Sasuke deep within her. Her legs shiver and Sasuke is pulled into Sakura's release together.

It was as though lightning struck her soul for the first time. Gasping heavily, she looked at Sasuke who mirrored her expression perfectly, staring at her lovingly. His muscular arm wrapped around her tenderly, comforting her as the two quivered from the aftershocks of their first shared orgasm.

They shared soft, lingering kisses, each one a promise, an unspoken vow of their growing love. Sakura can still feel the brush of Sasuke's lips against hers, gentle yet filled with unspoken emotions.

The sensation of the wind's gentle caress pulls Sakura away from her delicate daydreams. She's still sitting on that same rooftop, still sitting next to Sasuke, still admiring the sky that reminds her so much of an endless summer of love.

Sasuke turns to her then, his own onyx eye reflecting the memories of their shared past. He squeezes her hand, a simple gesture that speaks volumes. Sakura leans against him, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. They watch as Konoha's lights flicker on. As night deepens around them, Sakura and Sasuke remain on the rooftop. Together, they sit in silent contemplation, feelings connected, forever bound by the wild freedom that brought them to perfect peace.


THE END.