This story was published on October in Ao3. I just wanted to share with you here as well. Hope you like it.
Cover image by Alicestka.
Creo que no te quiero,
que solamente quiero la imposibilidad tan obvia de quererte.
I think I don't love you,
I only love the so obvious impossibility of loving you.
Julio Cortázar
Since he returned from his journey of redemption and purging his sins, he saw his comrade in a different light. In fact, he had already begun to see her in a different way for some time, but that had been evolving.
When the war ended, Sakura was always there for him; constant visits and check-ups at the hospital. At the time when they were mere Genin, all that irritated him, but deep down he liked having her attention, but until now he had not understood his feelings. As time went by, he began to understand that, after the trauma of the massacre of his clan and the death of his family, he had had all his feelings heaped into one; hatred, hatred towards his brother. All that changed when he reconciled with Itachi; he began to open his mind and heart to people that had always been by his side, but who he had pushed away and distanced from him because of the lack of understanding of his emotions.
And all that changed now. And so, many emotions began to resurface, believing that they had never been there, but they were.
Sasuke at 20 years of age had barely experienced what any teenager had experienced in pre-adolescence and in full adolescence. Now, at the beginning of his youth, many feelings and sensations began to emanate.
When Sakura asked him to accompany him on his mission, he had not had in mind that all this could happen. Accustomed to traveling alone, or with companions who did not awaken any emotion or feeling in him, he began to think that perhaps he should have thought twice. But he had an impulse and his impulse was that he wanted to spend more time with his old companion, the one who had spent years devoted and faithful to him. The one who had never lost hope or judged him.
It was true that she tried to deceive him that time, but those were dark times, a time when a war was approaching. And he wasn't at his best either, unstable after finding out that everything he had known until now was a lie, and that unhinged him to the point of almost losing his mind.
But now, now he was with his comrade, the girl who had never hidden her feelings for him, who changed over time and now he didn't know which thoughts she had over him. Although her insistence on accompanying with his journey told him that she was still in love.
At first there were no complications. Everything was going well, he directed where they had to go, he planned and ordered the steps they had to follow when they were given a small mission. Everything was going well, until a few weeks had passed, and Sasuke began to notice his partner.
Summer had begun to arrive, and Sakura no longer wore the cloak that covered most of her body. She barely wore it on some nights when the temperature was still low, but during the day, her body was almost exposed.
The tight shorts and the small skirt left almost nothing to the imagination. He was aware of the constant glances of the men from the towns and villages they passed through. He was aware that Sakura had become a pretty woman, and probably the most beautiful young woman in Konoha, but he would never say that out loud. Sasuke tried not to be like those men who looked at her up and down lasciviously. He watched her on occasions when she was distracted; when she was focused on a task, like when she assisted and intervened with people who needed medical attention, or when she sewed some of Sasuke's torn clothes. On other occasions, he watched her when she walked in front of him, and observed the landscapes. Also, when she approached animals, they came across on the way, like small rabbits or kittens looking for food. On all those occasions he observed the kind and selfless heart she had.
He observed how her long, soft legs bent under his gaze, got dirty, sometimes even hurt. When his gaze went higher, he came across her perfectly round butt, and a little higher her flat abdomen that was almost visible due to the thin fabric of the mesh shirt she wore under a qipao-style top, the same color as the short skirt; maroon red. If he looked up a little higher, he came across her small breasts, they weren't as small as some boys had made fun of her, although he cared little about the size of her breasts. Her collarbone and her neck, when the sweat ran down it, made him swallow more than once, he didn't believe that something as mundane as a sweaty neck would make him go over the edge. Her pink mouth, her full lips, and her eyes; her sweet and tender gaze. Those eyes had looked at him with love, sadness, concern, anger, resentment, and now they were looking for something, when she looked at him, something that he didn't know exactly what it could be.
Watching her was Sasuke's favorite pastime. Every gesture, every look, every laugh, even every touch, although Sakura always avoided contact with him. And he cursed himself for having behaved in such a way in the past because she had learned that he did not like contact. But now, he desired, craved her touch. Small touches with her thin fingers seemed to set off all the alarms in his body, he did not quite understand why she made him feel that way. He had never had that feeling. Her touch made sparks fly, and she always looked at him looking for his reaction of rejection, but Sasuke never showed her either pleasure or displeasure, he remained stoic before her contact. But deep down he wanted more.
At his age, Sasuke was not an idiot, and he knew well that many of his friends and acquaintances had already experienced what it was like to have relations with the opposite sex. Until now, he had not had the need or desire to experience that. Since he was little, he had had a goal that blinded him to any other feeling. In addition, his mental state until now had not made him want to have any pleasurable sensations, sexual desire was not on the list of his priorities. Until now.
Now, Sasuke was fine, or at least much better than years ago. Returning to Konoha had improved his feelings of sadness and pain, had allowed him to close certain wounds. Even feeling supported by old friends and acquaintances helped him to slowly emerge from that tunnel that had been absorbing him almost without seeing the light day.
So, new emotions had sprouted. And Sakura was to blame for that. It was not that he blamed her, but it was obvious that he felt all that because of her. She was the female figure with whom he trusted the most and felt comfortable. So, it wasn't surprising that he had those feelings and attraction towards his old comrade. She made him feel good, comfortable, relaxed, calm, loved, understood and, above all, cared. She constantly worried about his arm, or when he used the Kekkei Genkai too much, she was there to relieve his pain; the pain he had been living with constantly, his whole existence had been pain. And she was now there to relieve it.
Having her close by made him sleep better, he felt less alone, and sometimes he noticed a warm feeling in his chest enveloping him. That feeling reminded him of a feeling he had when he was little with his mother, or when his brother returned home from his missions. The same warm feeling.
"Sasuke-kun, do you want to sleep at an inn tonight? We've been camping out in the open for several weeks, I think we can afford to sleep a few nights in an inn thanks to the small missions we've done in Tsukigakure," Sakura's voice was cheerful, but deep down she was tired of walking so much. Sasuke understood that, although she was a kunoichi trained to go on missions and sleep outdoors, but she had never been on a mission for so long.
"Hn" he answered dryly, although Sakura was already used to her companion's monosyllables. And she understood that this was a positive answer, an answer that pleased him. Sakura knew the subtleties of Sasuke's language, and was also beginning to understand his non-verbal language.
They walked for several hours until they reached a small village that only had one inn. Sakura was the first to enter and with a friendly smile addressed the lady at the reception. Having her as a companion had its positive side, especially when it came to interacting with people, that had never been Sasuke's strong point. Thanks to her, they had managed to find lodging on more than one occasion where Sasuke knew that he would never have been welcome on his own. The symbol of the Uchiha clan was still, for some, a threat. The rinnegan, although on more than one occasion he tried to hide it, the lavender color of his left eye did not often go unnoticed under his raven hair. On the other hand, the friendliness, joy and confidence that his companion radiated had made them open more doors than close them.
And that was an advantage.
"Good evening, we would like to book two rooms," Sakura said with a tinkling voice that embraced his heart. She was all well-being.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but we only have one room left," said the woman who was looking through the notebook she had in her hands. Sakura looked at him expecting a gesture of denial from her comrade, but instead Sasuke simply stared at her, hoping that she would understand throughhis gaze that he didn't care. Sakura looked back at the receptionist, not knowing what to say to her, since Sasuke's impassive expression didn't mean anything to Sakura, so she simply had to make the decision herself.
"Okay, one room. We'll sleep in separate beds," she smiled at the lady who frowned at her last words and looked at Sasuke's dark figure.
"There's only one bed," she whispered to Sakura, afraid that her companion would hear her, since she didn't know the relationship that her new guests had, and she noticed that Sakura was a little nervous. Sakura smiled nervously, and waved her hand, not giving it any importance.
"Okay, one bed," she answered, almost blushing, without looking at Sasuke. The woman gave her the key and at that moment Sasuke approached Sakura's side, arm in arm, and paid for three nights in advance. Sakura glanced at Sasuke, his firm body and serene expression revealing no emotion of discontent, but neither did he show any pleasure.
Sakura headed first to the room that the receptionist had assigned them. It was on the first floor at the end of one of the hallways. When Sakura opened the room, she saw a large space, where a wide bed was at the back under a large window. To the left was the bathroom, and on the other side a closet and a desk. When Sasuke entered the room and closed the door behind him, Sakura's body jumped and tensed. A reaction that Sasuke didn't miss. But he ignored it and began to take off his cloak, and his belt along with his katana. In addition, he took off his sandals, to feel more comfortable, and he felt the urgent need to take a bath so without thinking he took off his shirt as he headed towards the bathroom, almost brushing Sakura's small body, feeling her intense gaze on his back.
"I'm going to take a bath," Sasuke said as if it were a common, mundane action of their day to day. But it wasn't. Sakura watched as the bathroom door closed and sighed knowing she was alone. The whole situation seemed a little uncomfortable to her because of what Sasuke might think, not because she found it uncomfortable to be alone in a room with him.
Taking advantage of the fact that Sasuke was in the bathroom, she began to walk and took a look around the room. She looked to see if there was a futon so they could take turns in the bed each night, but there was nothing but blankets. She left some items she was carrying; like the bag where she carried medicines, and antidotes, the kunais, among other items, on the desk. When she heard the water stop, she tensed again, she was waiting for him to come out of the bathroom and take her turn, because she also wanted to get comfortable. She also wanted to clean her clothes that she had washed several weeks ago, the life of a kunoichi was not very fancy, and much less on missions.
When Sasuke came out of the bathroom, he was only wearing a towel tied around his waist, not caring much about the presence of his partner, as he cared little about showing his body. They had bathed a few weeks ago in a lake, although Sakura barely took off the clothes she was wearing, with the excuse that she also wanted to clean them. So, Sasuke did not think there was much difference in wearing a towel or wearing underwear. Sakura quickly looked at the floor past him entering the bathroom that was wide open, not giving Sasuke time to remove some of his items that he had left there. But he did not care either. The clothes he was going to put on were in one of the scrolls he had left on the table, observing that Sakura had also deposited some of her belongings there.
He put on a pair of baggy black pants and a white, loose t-shirt with his clan's crest on the back, and lay down on the bed, not caring if he was going to sleep there or on the floor that night. But he knew for sure that if one of the two was going to sleep on the floor, it was going to be him. Right now, he needed to relax, close his eyes and let himself go with the tiredness.
When Sasuke woke up, he noticed how his body was heavy; the accumulated fatigue of so many days with hardly any rest had been taking its toll on him without realizing it. Accustomed to not resting, taking care of himself and taking time for himself, he didn't realize how it affected his body and his mind.
But traveling with Sakura had many advantages, and this was another one of them.
When he got up, he saw Sakura's figure in front of him, but a few inches away. She was sitting at the only table in the room, concentrating on reading one of the medicine books she had brought with her. When they had free time, she always studied or reviewed the notebooks she had on treatments. Sakura had always been like that, a good student, dedicated to learning and improving her knowledge. He noticed that, this time, her body was even more exposed. She was wearing white shorts and a loose top of the same color. He noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, so the outline of her breasts was more visible to Sasuke's vision, and that made him swallow hard as he looked at her slender body in front of him. Sakura hadn't realized that he had woken up, but when he made the gesture to get up, she turned to him and gave him a warm smile.
"I hope I didn't wake you up, Sasuke-kun," she said with the same tinkling sound that enveloped his heart every time he heard her voice.
"No," he answered with the rough voice of having just woken up, which almost seemed like a growl. Many times, after relaxing, the pain in his stump was a little more intense, so, without realizing it, Sasuke touched his bicep, and that gesture did not go unnoticed by Sakura. So, as soon as she saw his gesture, she approached him, her perfectly molded body, with the right curves in the right places, making him tense. When she stood in front of him, a wave of her warmth and flowery smell came over him, fearing that Sakura would notice that his pants were getting tighter and tighter.
"Can I?" she asked, looking at his arm, indicating if he minded her checking the state of his stump. And Sasuke, uncomfortable with her so delicious presence, nodded resignedly.
She sat down beside him, seeming comfortable being so close to him, even though on more than one occasion when she accidentally touched him, she tensed up in fear that he would push her away. It was as if she knew that when she devoted herself to the attention of his arm, she was welcome. But she didn't know, she always was.
Sasuke closed his eyes as he felt the soft warmth of Sakura's chakra that was always pleasant, sometimes he thought it not only relieved the pain in his arm but also in his soul.
"Better?" Sakura's melodic voice sounded, bringing him back to the present. And he simply nodded affirmatively.
As Sakura got up, he began to miss the warmth of Sakura's body, he watched her gracefully get up from the bed and head towards the window, looking out at the landscape. Sasuke ran his gaze up and down her body, delighting in the sight of her and thinking how stupid he was for not knowing how to approach her.
"What would you like to eat? There are still some places open..." she said as she looked around the streets of the town they were in, probably checking to see if there were any establishments still open where they could have dinner. And Sasuke had barely heard her question, absorbed in her, and in everything he would like to do.
"Anything is fine," Sasuke cared little about what they ate, he never had preferences or rejection towards food. After leaving Konoha he had to eat all kinds of food when he was in Orochimaru's hideout. Sakura turned to look at him, and noticed his soft gaze, to which his face changed again almost looking as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Looking at her. Sakura did not make any gesture when she caught him with his eyes fixed on her lower half, instead she went back into the bathroom and came out dressed in another outfit, the same color as the previous one, but this one despite being just as short, did not leave her belly exposed, and the pants she wore under the short qipao-style dress were a little longer than the previous ones.
When they returned to the room after dinner, Sakura looked a little livelier. When they entered, she was seen a little less tense by the simple fact of being both alone between four walls. Sasuke went straight to the closet in the room, with the same intention that Sakura had hours ago.
"There's nothing but blankets," she said, watching as he went to open the closet.
"I'll sleep on the floor anyway," Sasuke answered without looking at her, with his back turned.
"No," she answered abruptly without thinking, and that answer made Sasuke look at her with questioning eyes. "I mean, it's not necessary. The bed is wide," she said, clearing her throat. "Besides, you should rest. Your arm always hurts if you're tense, and sleeping on the floor isn't going to benefit you," she said with an almost trembling voice without looking at him.
Probably the Sasuke of a few months ago would have insisted on sleeping on the floor, due to his stubbornness, and for the mere fact of wanting to respect his comrade's space. But the selfish Sasuke of now, who longed for his companion's contact, didn't resist and simply nodded.
"Okay," he said in his monotone voice, not intending to reveal any emotion.
That night Sasuke slept as close to the edge of the bed as possible, not wanting to touch any part of Sakura's body, afraid that she would notice the painful erection he had. He stayed awake almost all night, resisting his most primitive impulses. Those thoughts were becoming more and more recurrent as he felt the attraction he had for her, but being so close and so alone, in privacy it was as if those thoughts occupied his entire mind and obsessively, he could only think about her body, her curves, her breasts, her neck, her lips, and what it would be like to be inside her, so warm and wet. Her body so soft on his, moans of pleasure and whispering his name.
Stop.
He told himself. Wanting those thoughts to stop, which were escalating dramatically, and did not help him to reduce the hardness he had between his legs. Instead, Sakura was sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was happening to her companion. Unaware of the psychological torture that the person she loved so much was going through, because of her, just because of her presence.
The next day Sakura dragged him along to stroll through the market that had been set up on the main street of the town where they were staying. Sakura loved walking and chatting with people. She loved learning about new foods and flavors, as well as native plants that could be beneficial for any kind of ailment.
Walking through the alleys Sakura stood looking at one of the shops that was full of pendants and bracelets, they were made of precious stones of all kinds of colors that shone in the sunlight. Sakura was not a girl who liked to wear jewelry, in fact, the mere fact of being a kunoichi prevented her from being able to wear jewelry since they are a nuisance. Also, being a medical ninja did not allow her to wear rings or bracelets either, since she had to constantly wash her hands with antiseptics or wear surgical gloves. But Sakura liked to look.
"Hello dear," said the woman who ran that small shop. "Is there anything you like?" she asked with the intention of selling something.
"Oh, hi. I'm just looking," she said smiling. "These are very nice jewels, are they handmade?" she asked curiously.
"Indeed, young lady," the woman replied. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend to buy you a pendant? This ruby colored one would look great on you," she said, to which Sakura's expression changed and she tensed up, although she knew that Sasuke was not near her, but she was afraid that he had heard that.
"Oh, no, no. I don't have a boyfriend," she said, not wanting to give it much importance.
"Well, that boy who is with you doesn't take his eyes off you, I think he does want to be your boyfriend," she whispered, approaching Sakura, and she blushed at that information. It was true that Sakura had noticed, on more than one occasion, like last night, that Sasuke looked at her. But she never wanted to delve into those thoughts so as not to get ideas that were not right.
"We are old friends. Childhood friends, he never…" she began to explain nervously until Sasuke's presence made her stop and stiffen in fear that he had overheard their conversation.
"Do you like anything?" he asked, looking at the jewelry in front of them, without taking his eyes off the display case. And Sakura blushed again, looking at the woman who was watching them with an amused smile.
"No, no. I was just telling the nice lady that I was just looking. Let's go, Sasuke-kun," she said as she made a move to walk away. "Good bye, it's been a pleasure," she said as she walked away embarrassed by the situation.
"Young man, don't be shy and go ahead. She's waiting for you," she said quietly, winking at him. And Sasuke didn't make any expression at the lady's words, he simply nodded and said goodbye to her curtly. But a sea of doubts and questions began to come to his head.
After spending the whole day outside, walking around the town where they were, Sakura noticed that the inn they were in had hot springs.
"Do you fancy taking a bath in the hot springs? I just noticed that there are some at this inn, if you want to join me, I'll go relax a bit," Sakura said cheerfully as she prepared to leave the room heading towards the bathrooms to change.
When Sakura went outside, she saw that it was mixed and that there was only one space, it wasn't very big, since the inn wasn't very big, just like everything else in that town. Sakura went out covered by a small towel that covered her up to just below her butt, almost afraid that it would fall off. She was still alone, despite the inn being full, and she didn't expect Sasuke to join her either, so she enjoyed a short time alone for herself and her thoughts.
Absorbed bringing back the day with Sasuke; Thinking about the conversation she had with the woman in that shop, and how Sasuke behaved with her afterwards, it was strange.
It was true that Sakura had noticed small changes in Sasuke's behavior. Since he returned to Konoha he was more relaxed and comfortable with her and Naruto, and she was surprised that he agreed to let her travel with him alone. At first Sakura thought a lot about the reason why Sasuke agreed to go with her, but the days passed and Sakura did not see that there was a special reason. She never wanted to ask him either for fear of his answer.
At that precise moment she heard someone approaching, opening her eyes she saw the big and strong figure of Sasuke, approaching the water. Sakura almost jumped in surprise, and blushed observing the perfect figure of her companion. Sasuke as a child was always a handsome boy, with fine and elegant features. But as he grew older, those fine features became more marked, and his beauty was an antithesis of beautiful masculine features. On the other hand, there was his body, big and strong, with all the muscles marked by the constant hard training he had from an early age, demanding himself to become stronger and the best.
Sakura noticed the constant glances of the young girls towards her companion, in the towns and cities they passed through. It was obvious, even she still hadn't gotten used to his imposing presence. And many times, she wondered how successful he would have been when he traveled alone, thinking that now he was holding back because he was accompanied by her and didn't want to hurt her, knowing her feelings towards him.
But Sakura had Sasuke to herself 24 hours a day, they were always together and they barely left each other's side. Fearing that he would get bored of her and send her back to Konoha, that was why she tried to give him space alone, and avoided any contact that wasn't necessary.
She tried not to look at him directly for fear that he would notice that she was looking at him and could misinterpret her intentions, although Sakura thought that it wouldn't be a misinterpretation because it was well known that she enjoyed the sights very much. As he entered the water Sakura thought about what to say to him so that that uncomfortable silence would dissipate.
"I didn't expect you to come," she said simply, and Sakura thought it was silly since she had already told him to come, but it didn't matter anymore, it was already said.
"Hn," he replied, and Sakura almost rolled her eyes at such an answer, used to his monosyllables or guttural sounds.
"It will help you with the pain," she tried to have a comfortable conversation with the person she spent every day and every hour with, there was nothing wrong, she thought to herself.
"Aa," he replied.
Sakura, getting the message that her companion didn't want to have a conversation, closed her eyes and rested her neck on the stone edge again, relaxing under the warm touch of the water. She didn't know how much time had passed like that, or even if she had fallen asleep, but Sasuke's voice brought her back to the present.
"Sakura," he said softly, gaining her attention, and she opened her eyes, turning her head towards where the sound of his voice came from. "Why did you want to accompany me on this mission?" he asked, and that completely disconcerted her.
"Because you're my comrade, and we've never been able to enjoy time together. With Naruto and the others..." she began to explain, feeling the need to give him an adequate answer and not to be afraid that it was actually because she was still in love with him.
"Do you still have feelings for me?" he asked, cutting her off, as if her answer hadn't been satisfactory enough and went straight for the jugular, straight to where it hurt the most, direct and painless. Sakura closed her eyes resignedly.
"Why do you ask?" Her voice had changed, it was no longer the sweet and kind voice he was used to, he had pressed a button that Sasuke was rarely able to touch, but there it was; Sakura irritated, angry, and at the same time afraid.
She was no longer the 12-year-old Sakura in love with her team mate, the Sakura who idealized his image and had a romantic idea that one day they would get married and have children. No, now she was Sakura at 20 years old, knowing very well the person she has never been able to stop loving, even if he had tried to kill her and everyone else who got in his way, and she had to answer without hesitation. Without pretensions, or appearances.
"Answer me," his voice was demanding, but it was not cold or conveying anger, it was rather soft, waiting for an answer. Sakura looked into his eyes, her gaze was hard, she was not the sweet Sakura he was used to these last few days.
"Yes, Sasuke, I'm still in love with you," she replied in an angry and resigned tone. That was the reason and the inevitable response to her feelings for him. Sasuke closed his eyes, as if he were feeding on her love and affection, without answering or gesturing a word. There he was static as if he were meditating on her last words.
"Is it going to be a problem for the journey?" Sakura spoke again, she needed to know, she had already told her secret openly, now didn't matter if she knew a little more.
"No," he answered in the same even tone of voice. His answer was quick, as if he wanted her to be clear that it wasn't going to be a problem and not to worry about it. As if deep down he already expected that answer, but needed confirmation from her again. As if he didn't want to lose her.
Sakura got up and headed towards the bathrooms, a little irritated by that conversation so unnecessary to her inside. At no point did Sakura expect to confess her feelings to him again, she believed it was more than obvious that she loved him and he knew it. In fact, at first, she hoped it would be reciprocated after the gesture he had made before leaving on his journey to remedy his sins. But everything about him confused her. Sasuke was a man of few words, of glances and gestures, very reserved. He was a person who at an early age had the love of a mother, of a family, taken from him, and the lack of that love turned into rejection and indifference. And that broke Sakura's heart, because she knew that Sasuke was a beautiful person, both inside and out, and even if he refused to be loved, he deserved to be loved and to let himself be loved, even if it wasn't by her.
Frustrated by the conversation they had just had; Sakura headed to their room to change and get comfortable for sleep. She didn't want to hear from him until tomorrow, at least.
When she had finished settling into bed and turning off the light, she heard the sound of the door, knowing that it was Sasuke who was coming back from the hot springs. It had been almost an hour since she had left him there alone. She hoped that he had reflected on how he had made his comrade feel, hoping that he wouldn't bring up the subject again and would let it be, since it was obvious that Sasuke didn't feel the same. So, she hoped that the next few days would pass peacefully like the previous days, that their friendship would return to normal, and they would simply focus on their task; the mission.
But Sakura didn't know that inside Sasuke there was a pitched battle, his feelings were a chaos inside him, he didn't know how to sort them, qualify them or name them. He felt so ineffective at that moment, because everything he felt was overwhelming him, but he didn't know how to express it, say it, name it, categorize it. The confirmation that Sakura's feelings were still there made him rethink all the thoughts he had been having, but he didn't know what to do with them.
Should I tell her?
Talk about it?
Or just show it?
Indecisions, questions, issues, uncertainty. He lay down next to Sakura, again near the edge of the bed, wanting to say so many things that were left floating in a limbo of doubt.
It was their last day in that village, and their last night in the inn. Sakura woke up first and left the room, leaving Sasuke asleep. She wanted to go to the medical center to see if she could be useful and take advantage of her last day to help the people of that place in some way, and also to entertain her mind and not let it wander in insecurities.
Sasuke, on the other hand, getting the message that Sakura wanted to be alone, took advantage of the day to train alone, going to one of the spaces between the trees of the forest that surrounded the village. He trained until he was exhausted, knowing that at night the pain in his arm would return, but he didn't care, he wanted to keep his mind cool and not let his emotions overwhelm him. But, even so, some thoughts came to light. Thinking that he had to do something so that Sakura wouldn't feel rejected, he had to show her that her feelings were reciprocal, and that until now he hadn't realized how stupid he had been. But he didn't know how to express it.
When he returned to the room after being out all day, he saw that Sakura had not returned yet. He took a bath, and put on the same comfortable clothes as the previous nights. He began to look through one of his scrolls where it talked about some forbidden techniques, and until the door had closed, Sasuke had not noticed Sakura's presence in the room. He looked up at her figure. She was still wearing the maroon-colored qipao with the belt that hugged her waist and highlighted the curves of her perfect body. Her expression was neutral, showing tiredness. She greeted, not expecting Sasuke to say anything, and he simply looked at her with doubtful eyes of what she was going to do, observing every movement of her body, waiting for her to go and punch him, yell at him or whatever; showing him the anger he had caused. But she did nothing, she simply entered the bathroom.
He had to think something, he couldn't let her stay in that state because of him. Sakura always wanted his well-being and comfort, so he wasn't at all happy to be the cause of her discomfort.
Looking at the shadows under the door, he could see that Sakura had already finished showering, so she would most likely be out of the bathroom soon. The only thing he could think of was to head towards the door as if he was impatiently waiting for her to open the door.
When she opened the door, Sakura came across the tall and imposing figure of Sasuke, with a bewildered expression she looked at him from below waiting for him to say something or at least let her pass to change.
"Sakura," was the first thing he had managed to say in a day, and he didn't know very well how to continue the sentence to make her understand that he wanted to tell her he is sorry and he has feelings that he didn't understand, and Sakura looked at him expectant arching an eyebrow.
But he didn't say anything.
"Sasuke, it's okay. You don't need to say anything," she said as she walked past him, brushing her shoulder against his chest, and something grabbed her by the wrist. She noticed Sasuke's hand tightly gripping her small wrist. Sakura turned around, looking at him with a questioning expression. That behavior was so unusual for him that she didn't know what to expect next.
She watched him staring hard into her eyes, he seemed sure of what he was going to do, and Sakura's heart was beating so hard that she felt it strongly in her temples. Her body was shaking, feeling so vulnerable standing there with a mere towel wrapped around her body. She watched as Sasuke took a few steps towards her, no longer holding her wrist, but instead placing his hand delicately under her jaw, and leaned down to kiss her.
The kiss was so unexpected that Sakura had her eyes open at first, but at the warm contact of Sasuke's lips she closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the sweet warm sensation that ran through her entire body. At that moment Sakura stood still, afraid that she would make some gesture that could scare him away, but when she noticed that Sasuke deepened the kiss, claiming her tongue and invading the small space that still remained between them, grabbing her neck tighter, wanting to feel the warmth of her body. Sakura raised her arms around his neck, getting impossibly closer to him, almost afraid that the touch of both of them would cause the towel to fall off.
The courage Sasuke took to kiss her was so that he would have preferred to fight again against a goddess that threatened the existence of humanity. Taking that step, making that decision was possibly the most difficult thing he had ever done in his entire life. But he did not regret it. Having her under the contact of his body, feeling her surrounded around him. The warm contact he so longed for, the sweet movement of his tongue against hers, and the small moan he heard from her was enough to take more courage and direct her towards the bed.
Sakura did not show any kind of impediment, it seemed that she let herself be carried away by the intoxicating effect of his contact. He was aware that Sakura was naked under that towel, and instead he was fully dressed. She was at his mercy, but she did not seem to care.
When he led her to the edge of the bed, and she noticed the contact of the mattress on her legs, Sakura opened her eyes cupping his face with her hands, stopping the kiss and wanting to observe him. They both struggled to breathe, Sakura's chest moving frantically in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
"Sasuke-kun.." she gasped, struggling to breathe. He looked at her hungrily, she had never seen him like that. A fire ran through her insides, anticipating what he was thinking.
"If you want me to stop, tell me now," he said serious, hoping she would never stop him and let him love her the way only he knew how; expressing it with the unbridled desire he had for her and the flooded feeling that emanated in his chest. And the only response he got was Sakura surrounding him and kissing him desperately again.
At that answer, Sasuke led her onto the bed, getting on top of her, without losing contact with her lips. Sakura's hands ran down Sasuke's back until they reached the edge of the shirt he was wearing, wanting to, timidly, take it off, and Sasuke simply nodded as if giving her permission. It revealed his perfectly muscled torso and Sakura's gaze darkened with the same desire he had. As he took off his shirt, he sat on Sakura's waist, feeling the heat of her body. His pants revealed a bulge that he barely gave importance to, since the only thing he had in mind was to take off her towel as if he were going to open a Christmas present. Sasuke's gaze was one of supplication, he silently asked her to be able to undress her, and Sakura simply raised her arms to touch him, he crouched down to kiss her while she cupped his face with both hands.
"You can do whatever you want, you don't have to ask for permission," she said in a whisper close to his ear. At her words Sasuke let out a growl, in his mind he wanted to do too many things, but he had to be patient. He gave her a small bite on the jaw, while he put his hand on the edge of the towel that was held in the middle of her breasts revealing Sakura's perfect body. His hand ran over her small, round and perfect breasts, caressing one of them with such devotion that it made Sakura give a small moan. Then his hand ran over her belly until it reached her hips, where her perfect and pink cunt was revealed. He looked in admiration at her entire body there just for him, like a birthday present.
He knelt on the floor this time as if he were going to pray to a non-existent god, but the only goddess he believed in was the very perfection that was in front of him. He put one of her legs on his shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh with light butterfly kisses until he reached her core. Her delicious and eager cunt.
He slowly began to taste her as if it were an elixir, little by little looking for her erogenous zone, until he began to stimulate it with his tongue. Her warm and wet center was exquisite, and thinking about being inside her excited him even more, digging his fingers into her flesh. Sakura let out a moan at the contact of his tongue on her most sensitive area. He was taking her to the edge of ecstasy. Her moans were becoming more frequent, so Sasuke sensed that he wasn't doing so bad, so he continued with the same rhythm until he managed to take her to the abyss, letting out a cry of pleasure, while releasing all her essence in his mouth. That was so delicious for Sasuke, tasting her nectar.
He was tremendously hard, his cock was pulsating, impatient to be inside her. He delicately gave her little kisses on her belly, watching as her body trembled from the last waves of her orgasm. She was so perfect there, all open wide for him, and only for him. She was his, since always, but he didn't know how to take advantage of the benefits of having her until now.
Because being with her was all advantages, and making love to her was another.
He took off his pants revealing his erection, ready and painfully hard for her. He knew that the first times for women could be painful, so he wanted to go slow and calm. He wanted them both to enjoy the experience.
"Sasuke-kun.." Sakura moaned, her mind clouded, and seeing the length of Sasuke was anticipating the pleasure she was craving so much. Her green eyes were dark with lust, that look would be etched in his mind forever. Her eyes had looked at him in so many ways, but that was his favorite. She was beautiful under him, expectant and asking for more of him. Her arms were around him, she seemed to have no strength, her body trembling and small waiting to be devoured by him.
"Mmh?" he asked, but he knew it was a plea, that she needed him, inside her, filling her until she felt complete.
"I need you," she answered. And her words were orders for him. He positioned himself in the center, taking one of her legs again, kneeling between her legs. Little by little he entered her wet and warm core, and so, so tight that Sasuke sighed in pleasure. The sensation was so delicious that it was better than any drug.
When Sasuke entered completely, she let out a small moan, opening her mouth as if she had run out of breath. The feeling of being so completely filled by him was totally satisfying. He paused for a brief moment, letting Sakura adjust to him.
"Are you okay?" he asked expectantly, waiting for her approval and she could only nod as she raised her arms wanting to feel his touch, and he crouched down to give her a small kiss, as he began to thrust inside her. She let out a moan into his mouth at the pleasurable sensation of his thrusts.
At first his thrusts were slow and methodical, as if he was savoring being inside her and every sensation of having her around him wrapped in her warmth. The sensation was taking him to the limits, letting himself go frantically making the movements faster. Sakura kept lubricating herself at the sweet sensation of him, only him. She would never have expected him to desire her so deeply and want her with such desire, but maybe that was just lust and not love, she thought.
Sasuke wanted to savor every moment of his first time with her, so he stopped feeling that if he continued, he would cum at any moment.
"Turn around and get on all fours," that position was in his deepest erotic dreams with her. The number of times he had had wet dreams with her ass in front of him and sobbing until he lost control.
Sakura had to think about it, because of the intoxicating sensation she had all over her body, sensitive and trembling, she felt like she was in a cloud of sensations she had never felt, and he made her feel them in an amplified way.
Once Sakura was positioned and ready for him, he ran his hand along her spine, feeling and anticipating being completely inside her again. Those views were better than any landscape or sunset, all of her was perfection itself, and she was his. Only his.
He tentatively directed his cock towards her wet center with her ass in the air all ready for him, he grabbed one of her buttocks tightly, sinking his fingers into her skin, and he penetrated her harder this time, without care or subtlety; strong and desperate he entered letting Sakura moan in pleasure.
This time the movements were frantic, seeing her in that position was too much for him. The constant sounds of her skin and his hips against her ass was fascinating. Sakura's moans encouraged him to lose control, and his thrusts were so strong that he was afraid of breaking her delicate and small body, although he knew she was the strongest kunoichi and yet, she seemed so weak and delicate under him.
Without losing his balance, he ran his hand over her body again, holding one of her breasts tightly until he went up to her neck, holding her possessively, lifting her towards him, feeling her back on his chest. His movements were still hard, Sakura's moans did not stop.
He searched for her desperately, he wanted to feel her lips, her devotion to him. Sakura turned around leaning on him, giving him an impatient kiss. All of them were a mess under the impatient and agitated gestures of both. It was as if it was not enough to fuck her to show how he felt towards her. Or as if it was not enough to give him her virginity and her body to show him that she was his. Because no gesture was enough to show how much they loved each other, because their love could not be described or observed, only they could feel it, their unbridled feelings.
Sasuke put his hand on her center, searching for Sakura's sweet spot, he wanted to feel her cum around him. Impatient, he found the sensitive spot and began to rub it gently at first, making small circles until he noticed how Sakura's sobs of pleasure increased. His movements were just as fast as the thrusts towards her center. Sakura seemed like she couldn't feel any more pleasure, that her body was going to collapse at any moment from so many overwhelming sensations. Until she reached the highest point, cumming around his cock, desperately screaming his name.
Faced with such a satisfying sensation, Sasuke couldn't hold back any longer and exploded all his essence inside her, filling her with his cum as if marking her as his. The most intimate and selfish way to show his love for her.
Until he emptied all him inside her, he didn't pull away. But Sakura's body collapsed on the bed, surrendered to the pleasurable sensations that Sasuke had caused her. Her body seemed weak and Sasuke could only hug her and push her possessively towards him. He didn't want to get away from her, from that moment on she was his and only his, he wasn't going to allow Sakura to distance herself from him or think that he didn't love her anymore.
His body was relaxed, almost numb. Sakura hugged him addictively, giving him small kisses on his cheeks and jaw. Sasuke let himself feel the sensation of how she loved him, selfishly letting himself be enveloped by her deep adoration.
Almost asleep, he heard Sakura's sweet voice. He heard the melodic voice that embraced and healed his heart again.
"Sasuke-kun," she spoke as if looking for an answer from him. Waiting for him to open his dark eyes. And there was her perfect, beautiful face, her tangled pink hair, and her green eyes looking at him sweetly.
"Mmh?" he responded placidly to the pleasant sensation of her naked body hugging him and giving him small caresses all over his body.
"Do you love me?" she asked almost afraid. Because Sakura knew that making love was not always a sign of love, but rather of desire and lust, and until now Sasuke had not shown her that he wanted to feel her or be close to her.
Sasuke closed his eyes, looking for an appropriate answer for her, because he knew that a simple "yes" was not enough, he needed a more resounding and clear answer. He needed to show her that he loved her, from the beginning to the end.
"Until the ends of eternity," he answered, not knowing if that would be satisfactory for her. But as he watched her emerald eyes become glassy, he knew that in that instant Sakura understood that her love had always been reciprocated, but that Sasuke never knew how to love her, want her and adore her. Until now.
And finally, he understood that having her by his side, love her and be loved was, definitely, all advantages.