Sakura's POV
It was strange, being so comfortable on the road. For the past three years, Sakura had acclimated to her lifestyle of being a pillar of the village. Running the hospital and building the children's clinic left little time for missions, so she found herself feeling like a civilian more often than not. In fact, before she and Sasuke had left, Sakura had felt a bit of apprehension about her ability to travel in the way that Sasuke was used to, having been slightly out of practice.
It was all for naught, as Sasuke did pretty much everything and anything Sakura wanted. If she was evenly slightly out of breath, Sasuke found something he wanted to stop and show her. If she looked even remotely tired, Sasuke wanted to set up camp. When she was hungry, food found its way in front of her. When she was thirsty, Sasuke seemed to know even before she did, handing her his canteen because hers was always, always empty.
Yes, it was only three months into their journey, but it was blatantly obvious to the kunoichi that without a word, the Uchiha could very clearly tell what his wife needed. He would then very quickly find ways to fix her problems or improve her mood if the situation called for it, and he was far, far too good at it. Quite frankly, Sakura was beginning to wonder if Sasuke considered it a part of his repentance to take care of every single one of her needs.
And honestly? Sakura wasn't complaining. In fact, she was too busy basking in the attention of the Uchiha, attention that he was all to willing to bestow upon his beloved wife.
Sakura was currently making her way back to their campsite, a basket of non-lethal berries in her hand, and humming lightly to herself. She closed her eyes and lifted her chin to smell the cool winter air of the surrounding forest, feeling blessed for more than the first time since leaving Konoha. Being out in nature, traveling from place to place with the love of her life, and experiencing the world without the weight of responsibilities?
Sakura was in heaven.
She could see the flickering flames of their campsite through the trees, and a smile broke out. She had been gone for a few hours, and she knew how attentive her husband could get when she went out for extended periods of time.
Sure enough, as soon as Sakura let out a cheery, "Tadaima!" Sasuke had shunshined over to her and taken the basket from her hands, placing it down next to the logs he had felled for them to sit on.
"Everything go alright?" her husband asked, his hand ghosting over her elbow as he checked her from head to toe quickly. It was a bit of a nervous tick he had after she had fallen and come back with a broken arm in the process of healing a few weeks earlier, but Sakura was slowly but surely seeing progress in his intense need to keep her safe.
"Perfect," Sakura replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek before lightly pushing past him. She bent down to grab the berries before adding them to the stores they had acquired over the past several days, this area of the mountains having been plentiful in fruit and vegetation. "These should last us a while and satisfy my sweet tooth for a while."
Sakura turned to find Sasuke shaking his head at her, a small smile gracing his lips. "Nothing will satisfy you until we find a village with dango."
"You know me so well, Anata," she sang back, laughing.
Sasuke truly grinned at that, though it was still his trademark, small grin. "Come on. I'd like to spar before dinner, and I saw several clearings that would be an excellent area for you to practice your katon no jutsu."
Sakura's eyes immediately brightened at that. "Really? You think?"
Her husband looked equally excited about it, but he hid it well. "Ah. We should get going so we can return before sundown."
Sakura had never moved to grab her training gear so fast in her life.
She was an Uchiha now. She had to master their family jutsu.
"I can't believe I finally did it, Sasuke-kun!" Sakura said for probably the millionth time that night. She had flung herself onto their shared bed roll (an extra large that Sasuke had conveniently bought at the first village they came across a week into their journey) and sighed up at the ceiling of their tent, her eyes closed and a contented grin playing across her lips. "I was so worried it was going to take me forever, but I really, really did it!"
She opened her eyes when she felt Sasuke kneel beside her. His hand was on his knee, and he still looked so proud of her that Sakura felt fit to burst.
"I knew you could do it," he said softly, his eyes roving over her face as he smiled. "You were close back in Sand. It was only a matter of time before you mastered it."
Sakura positively glowed under the praise, and the hushed thank you meant equal measure to the Uchiha staring fondly down at his wife.
Sasuke moved closer and laid out beside her, his head propped up by a purple arm. His susanoo arm came much easier to him when it was just the two of them, and the flaming purple appendage didn't startle Sakura anymore. In fact, it was a comforting presence, one that she hadn't expected to feel. He had shielded and protected her with it enough on their journey that it felt exactly like an extension him, only hotter and more chaotic, like chakra.
Sasuke's real hand traced across her cheek, his eyes tracking it as it trailed down her jaw and fell to the curve of her shoulder. "You looked beautiful, performing my family's jutsu."
The kunoichi preened, biting her lip between her teeth. Never did she think that Sasuke complimenting her would be the thing that got her truly hot and bothered, but damn was it the thing. The incredible part was that Sasuke knew this, and he used it to his full advantage.
"Thank you," she whispered, raising her hand to push the hair that always fell in front of his eye back. She loved falling into the constant swirl of black and purple. It felt like home to her.
Sasuke made a low noise and leaned over further, his hand slipping beneath her arm to grip her waist and squeezing. "I'm so proud of you, Sakura," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her heated cheek. "You did well. Exactly as I expected my wife would."
Sakura was breathing heavily now, her hands gripping at Sasuke's cloak. After three months on the road with her husband, she knew the look in his eye and the tone of his voice. He was hungry, and it wasn't for food.
Sasuke seemed to become insatiable when it came to his wife as soon as he realized that no one could hear the two of them in the middle of nowhere.
"Thank you, Anata," Sakura whispered, tugging him further into her. Although her husband was insatiable, he had found out how to be a terrible tease as well.
"You deserve a reward," he whispered, moving until he was in between Sakura's legs. "Don't you think?"
The last time Sasuke said that Sakura deserved a reward (it was after he watched her single-handedly take out a band of rogue ninjas), he had used his sharingan (with her permission) to do a bit of digging until he found a fantasy that even Sakura hadn't been able to realize she had.
Apparently, playing chase before having sex was a turn on.
This time, it didn't look like he was going to give her the option of choice. Sasuke slowly used both hands to pull her until she was on her back, her head and upper back supported by the pillows she had insisted on getting, much to Sasuke's later enjoyment. With their new positioning, Sakura could see the one track mind her husband was on, and the thought of him doing that set her on edge, just a bit.
They had done a lot together, but not… that.
Sasuke looked up from where he was crouched between her legs, framed by her knees as he bent them up with two hands on her ankles. The ghostly flickering of his susanoo arm flashed in his eyes, and Sakura found herself trembling with anticipation more than anything as he leaned over her.
"Do you really want to?" she squeaked out, unable to help it. "I haven't bathed today, and I'm sure that I–"
"Sakura, I've licked my fingers clean far too many times to not have imagined burying my face between your thighs."
Sometimes, Sakura forgot how blunt her husband could be, especially once the curtain of propriety was dropped for him.
For Sakura? Things like that coming out of his mouth still completely and utterly scandalized her.
"Sasuke-kun," she groaned, her hands flying to hide her beet red face.
Her husband merely chuckled above her, the rumbling of his chest and audible and physical thing. Slowly, his hands coasted up her legs, his hands pushing her thighs apart just enough to where the shorts beneath her skirt peaked out.
"You've tasted me," Sasuke tried to reason as he leaned in all the way to nip at her hips, pushing her shirt up enough for his hand to graze her unbound breasts. "It's the same."
"It's not the same," Sakura replied, but her words came out in a strangled moan when Sasuke's teeth attached to her left nipple, the look in his eye and the way he tugged a little harder than usual telling her everything she needed to know.
Her husband was tired of her weak attempts to turn him away, and he was ready to do what he had set out to do.
Sakura could only let her knees fall to the side, gulping down air as her husband's eyes flashed triumphantly before they disappeared with the dip of his chin.
Her hands flew to his hair when his lips landed on her stomach, her back arching as a gasp tore from her throat. Sasuke hummed against her skin, and one hand traveled up her thigh and hip before pushing down and holding her hips to the roll.
Sakura could throw him off. They both knew this. But the power they both felt leaving and entering them when she submitted like this? Both of them might have become a tad addicted over the past several weeks.
When his hands let go of her long enough to pull her shorts down her hips, Sakura was able to lift them in order to help him. The look in his eye every time she did the lift and wiggle of her hips seemed feral, like he was seconds from turning into the animal she knew he had been under the influence of his curse mark.
Sometimes, in the deepest, darkest parts of her mind, she wishes she could have seen him like this… like that.
Sasuke smirks, almost like he can hear her thoughts, but the feeling of his hands coasting back up her bare hips forces nearly every thought from her mind.
"Are you sure?" Sakura can't help but ask, coming up to her elbows to watch as Sasuke slowly presses open mouthed kisses down the dips of her hips.
When his hands wrap around her, pulling her thighs apart with an almost harsh movement, Sakura knows that she's in for it. Sasuke, normally a hesitant lover at best, has only let himself be as unhinged as he wants to be a few times, and the thought of him being a little rougher with her has Sakura hips circling with need.
"Positive," Sasuke breathes, his eyes on hers the entire time he descends upon her.
Sakura's head kicks back with a groan at the first swipe of Sasuke's tongue up her center, and his own groan quickly follows.
"You always tasted good on my fingers," he says softly as his arms curl beneath her to grip her hips. "But this is so, so much better."
Then, he devours her.
Sakura has no idea how long Sasuke spends licking and sucking at her core, but she finds that she has no problem with it so long as he never, ever stops. It's wet and hot, their joined moans and noises of pleasure resounding off of the trees around them. No one is there to hear Sakura squeal out Sasuke's name when he pushes a finger into her at the same time he sucks down on the little bud he's learned to expertly play with.
Sasuke was many unexpected things, but a thorough lover was not something that Sakura ever expected. It was so incredibly unfair how good he was at unraveling her. Even with this being the first time that he's gone down on her, Sasuke attacked it like he would anything he wanted to succeed at– with a one track mind that's driven by evidence and passion. Using the way her body moves and shudders beneath him and putting his whole self into the action could result in nothing else but an earth shattering orgasm, and surely enough, that was what happened.
With a few more curved plunges of his fingers and a hot press of his tongue, Sakura fell apart, her gasping breaths and shivering body giving Sasuke every sign he needed to know that he had been successful in his new, favorite endeavor in life.
Loving his wife.
