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part I

The room is silent, and she is snoring softly in your arms. For probably all the wrong reasons, you have gotten used to light slumber, the kind that can be interrupted from even the slightest noise, movement. 

So, naturally, you rouse when you feel the small, erratic movements of the person molded to your chest. 

Being so intimately close, no clothes or air breaking the skin to skin contact, you even sense her rapid heartbeat and her shallow, shortening breaths.

You wonder what could cause such reactions from a strong shinobi like her. 

She starts whimpering and you want to wake her, to free her from the shackles of the realm you know all too well. 

You put your hand on her shoulder and start caressing her skin: all careful, gentle movements to help her through the pain and discomfort, to let her know she is not alone.

She begins thrashing around and awakens with a gasp. Your hand stills on her shoulder and she turns. 

She jolts at your touch, like being electrocuted, and whips her head to look straight into your eyes. 

You don’t see the usual love and admiration in her emerald eyes – a look that you still could not believe you kept receiving from her. No. Her startled green gaze is filled with terror and hurt. 

She pushes at your chest, not chakra-filled, but her wanting to rip out of your arms hurts more. 

You let her go, and she stumbles back to one of the corners of the room, still looking your way.

“Sasuke,” she mumbles, not exactly looking into your eyes, but somewhere close.

It’s you. It’s you trying to kill her, that is her nightmare.

It hits you like a whiplash, aimed right at your heart. 

But. You don’t get to swallow in self pity, you decide. You want to calm her down, make her understand she is safe. 

But how can you comfort someone whose most fearful nightmares star you as their villain? 

How do you stop her suffering if you are the root cause of it? 

In a sick cycle, it always comes back to you, the only true obstacle in Sakura’s happiness. 

It matters little that you have never purposely wanted to hurt her and that you will feel remorse and guilt for the rest of your life, your own sins weighing you down heavily. 

It matters little that you kissed each and every scar on her skin, the night before. That you memorized each and every piece of her body, every reaction, in great detail, to bring her to culmination as many times as she wants, and would do it every day of your lives if it makes her happy. 

That you adore her mind, but you admire nothing more than her brave heart. 

That you want to show how tender and content she makes you feel with one look of her eyes. 

How much solace you have found in her kindness and care since you were a kid. How you know it in your bones, your mind and your heart that you wish to spend the rest of your days with her.

That will not stop her trembling. 

She is nude as she crouches in the corner, a hand resting in the valley of her breasts, shielding her heart.

“Sakura,” you whisper. A plea.

Recognize me please. I don’t deserve you, but I cannot keep watching you suffer. 

To suffer, because of me.

That breaks her out of her trance. “Sa-sasuke-kun?”

“Yes, it’s me, you’re safe,” you feel tears prickling at your eyes, but you remind yourself, it’s about her.

“O-oh, okay, I…sorry for waking you, I guess it was a bad dream,” she reluctantly comes back to the two futons pulled together, and as she wakes fully, her eyes are not hurt anymore. 

Confused is more accurate. The aftershock is still visibly present in her body, though. 

You find traces of love in her eyes again. 

She lies down next to your sitting form, not touching, but close. 

You don’t understand how she can bear you.

You get up to look for your clothes. Your vision is sharp and you see even in the dark, like a cat, but it takes minutes to find your shirt in this state of mind.

“Sasuke-kun, where are you going?”

You stop like a deer caught in its tracks, and look up to her. 

You don’t know what to say. Shame is creeping up your body, and your pride is telling you to get out of the room, out of her life. Without a word, so she doesn’t get hurt anymore and you…she doesn’t get to see you falling into the pitless depths of your guilt. 

It’s a fair price, you think.

“You can’t leave,” her voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, sitting up on the futon, looking broken as she squeezes her legs to her chest with her thin, but incredibly powerful arms.

You want to tell her that you don’t actually want to leave and that it is for her own safety, but you can’t really put it into words, so you say something similar to it.

“Are…are you sure? I can leave, just for the night, if it makes you feel better.”

“It doesn’t. I…I need you here, Sasuke-kun. That’s the truth.”

This is not normal, she shouldn’t want you, the man who haunts her nightmares, to give her the comfort she deserves. 

But, you’ll never leave again when she asks you to stay, you’ve vowed to yourself. 

And you are way past the line of normality, anyway, have been for most of your life, so you push away the doubtful thoughts.

“Okay.” You stand still, waiting for something. She’s looking elsewhere, but it seems like she wants to talk about tonight. She cannot start, that much is evident. You have to be stronger, for once.

You approach the futon slowly, to alarm her. 

You sit down and stare at the small table in your line of vision. The moon is barely out tonight, not big enough to light up the room. Her breathing is more regulated now. 

“I…Sakura, I’m sorry. I can’t go back in time, but that day on the bridge....”

“Sasuke-kun,” she interrupts you. She exhales frustratedly, then continues. “It wasn’t just about the bridge, you know. And I’ve had dreams like this before. They have nothing to do with the current you, and everything with my mind processing the terrible things that have happened to me, to us, since we became shinobi. A lot of it are things that you had no hand in. It was a bad reaction, but it wasn’t a reaction to you personally. I’m not excusing your actions, or mine. We were both enemy shinobi, and I attacked you first. I am telling you that I have moved on and understood your actions. But things like this can happen to anyone. The mind has to process traumas.”

You just sit there, processing what she is saying. She continues.

“I’ve worked with a lot of patients in that children’s hospital these past few years. They’ve shown me that healing is never linear. But that doesn’t mean there is no progress. Us travelling together is the same. We have a lot of baggage, but you are the only person I want to share it with. I’m not scared of you. I am scared of many things in this world, but you are not one of them. After you’ve bared your heart and soul to me, all human and real, how can I be scared of you? Your mind is even more beautiful to me now. And I want to embrace you wholly, I don’t want you to hide parts of yourself in shame.”

“But if you see everything…even after you saw me up until now, how can you be so sure you will not wake up hating me one day?” you whisper, looking down, somewhere at her fiddling fingers. An honest question that has been nagging at your brain for years during your redemption. 

That faint, nervous feeling of wondering if they all hate you now, when you go back to the village. Kakashi, Naruto. Sakura. 

For everything you did. 

They realize it and leave you behind right when you could catch up.

Insecurities and emotions were something you could repress well enough, but if you start ‘healing’, as they say, they rear their ugly head. 

No one is ever ready for that.

You look up at her and she looks perplexed.

“Sasuke-kun…I hope that one day you might accept it, but I only feel love for you,” she’s gazing at you with those beautiful doe eyes, tears making them glossier. “I could never hate you. I’m not saying I have never been mad at you or other ordinary emotions, but I’ll always care for you with my whole heart, whether you like it or not. I won’t make any more cheesy promises, because I know you don’t really like them. So, what if you worry about this moment?”

“This moment?”

“Yes. The two of us, in this inn. Not the past or the future. This second where I love you with all my heart and I wish you could stop your self-depreciation. On this futon, where we look at our negative actions as the past that formed us, and not the future that will define us. Just Sasuke and Sakura, without judgment. Like we were a few hours ago.”

And you understand it finally, what she is trying to tell you about healing, acceptance and moving forward.

It really is not a smooth path to walk. Even if you believe you have progressed, you can relapse, like sliding back on a steep hill. 

Life will remind you of your mistakes, and you have to find your peace again and again. 

You have to actively let go of that self-hate. If for nothing else, then because Sakura said so.

And as much of a cliché it is, love does actually help. The dobe was right too, bonds do actually help.

And being vulnerable enough to deep inside anticipate and look forward to supporting Sakura and receiving her help, it is a very pleasant feeling.

“Okay, I think I can do that,” you tell her, your heart beating fast and burdenless again. You give her a small smile, kind of involuntarily, more of a reaction to her than something conscious.

“So, will you keep your distance from now on?” she asks, now teasingly, and smiles back at your gentle gaze on her.

“Hn, no, if you don’t mind it,” you tell her. Half jokingly, half not.

“Yes, Sasuke-kun, I mind it. That's why I asked,” she rolls her eyes, grinning now. You settle beside her, carefully putting your remaining arm on the small of her back. She puts her head on your shoulder.

“I really am sorry, you looked really hurt. I wanted to comfort you, but I didn’t know if I would just make things worse. I want you to be happy with me, everything simple and easy, but…”

“It’s hard, I know. I already accepted you the way you are, and like I said, we should enjoy the present. We’ll figure everything out. Just knowing that you are here and I can trust you is enough to help with my own problems. As long as we are there for each other, I’m not afraid of obstacles.”

“You can always count on me,” you affirm, nuzzling your nose in her neck. You give a small peck on her soft skin. She exhales happily. “I can promise you that, Sakura, if you take me.”

“I’ll always take you,” she says gently. 

“Okay, that’s good to hear,” the two of you lay down on the covers, still in an embrace. Sakura’s head is resting on your chest. 

You pull the covers over your bodies, then your heads, because you both are still naked. Even if it’s early June, the chilly midnight temperatures are no joke.

Sakura giggles at this. “What are you doing?”

“You said it’s just the two of us, right? Now, it really is. Just us, inside the covers, no outside world.”

“I like that idea, I have to admit,” she smiles, a blush blooming on her cheeks.

“Me too.”

You stay like that for hours, just lying, facing each other with as much skin contact as it is physically possible. You stare into her eyes, a familiar action that has appeared and reappeared even in the chaos of your teenage years.

Now, there is no chaos. 

And even if there remains some doubt, fear or shame in your mind, looking at her, now you know what and who to fight the world, and yourself. To be better.

However, right now, you don’t make dramatic vows or declarations to protect and die for love. 

You lay there with her, basking in the moment, and that is enough. Plenty.

Chapter Text

part II

It has been a few weeks since Sakura’s nightmare. They continued their travels, and now they are trudging through the luscious green forests of the Land of Waterfall. 

Cicadas are chirping around them in the cool, late June evening. Sasuke’s hand is large and warm, Sakura thinks as she tightens her hold for a second absentmindedly, just enjoying the sensation of sharing heat and space with him even in such small instances. 

Sasuke glances down at her questioningly. He thinks Sakura wants something. A question, an order. She snickers at this thought. 

The more they are traveling together, the more Sakura realizes Sasuke’s puppy-like behavior towards her. She wonders if he had ever done that before, without her noticing it. 

Nowadays, he’s usually putty in her hands, only arguing on a very few occasions, even then Sakura is the more persuasive one. She likes this mellowed out version of him, but she wonders if some of it comes from his guilt. 

She truly hopes that is not the case. 

After being together for months, it feels stupid to think this way, yet Sakura cannot help, but let the insecure thoughts creep right back to her mind sometimes. 

Wondering and analyzing if he actually, really wants to be here with her, or it’s all a dream, her personal Infinite Tsukuyomi that she ultimately has to let go of. 

If all she is to Sasuke is a manifestation of his redemption, something that makes him feel less guilty. 

Her brain should know it’s not true in the slightest, she has seen, felt through his actions, heard with his words about the nature of his feelings. 

The raw and selfless way he loves her, has loved her for a long time. 

She feels it continuously, but old habits die hard, and Sakura’s brain enjoys overworking itself. Trying to solve problems that were already solved, thinking she has overlooked something. 

So, she keeps picking it apart, rotating it in her mind’s eye, looking for that small error that will ruin everything eventually, if she doesn’t inspect it and explain it away. 

It doesn’t happen often nowadays, and Sasuke is always there to reassure her whenever he feels that something is not right. Yet, today, a funny, small thought in her mind created an avalanche of miserable feelings in her heart. 

She hates herself for it. It makes her feel weak and insecure again, and she believed she had moved on. From all of her self-depreciating thoughts about her status in the shinobi world, her friends’ world and Sasuke’s heart. 

She doesn’t feel ready to ask him about it, letting it fester for a while, or hopefully disappear in her head. 

So, she says nothing in answer, only giving Sasuke a small smile. He stares at her for a few seconds, and Sakura knows she has been found out. 

Sasuke is not intrusive about emotions, so he gives her some time alone, allowing her to come out of her shell on her own. 

He only gives back a small tightening of his hand in reply. 

✦✦✦

Ironically, they pass a waterfall in the Land of Waterfall on their silent journey through the forest. 

Sasuke slows down and Sakura looks back in his direction, finally noticing the lake, but not understanding why he would stop. 

“Hey,” he tries to grab her attention. She has been more melancholic, quieter and too much in her thoughts in the last few hours for Sasuke’s liking. “Want to have a quick bath?”

Sakura is a little surprised at the proposition, because Sasuke is not one for outside bathing. As a shinobi, he prefers freshening up quickly when he is out in the open. 

“Okay,” she responds, because even while feeling down, she would never pass up the rare chance at relaxing and cleaning herself during traveling.

“Okay,” he repeats, glancing at her with a small, encouraging smile. She looks up, and exhales with another small twist of her mouth. 

They set their stuff near the lake and take off their clothes quickly. 

The full moon shines down on them, coating Sasuke’s tanned skin in a translucent pearly light. Sakura admires the lean muscles sculpting his back, and the way the shadows move on his body, changing continuously and smoothly, like an animation, as he uses them while getting in the shallow lake. 

The water is freezing, like millions of small needles pinching her skin all at once, and Sakura hisses as she dips in her body, stopping around her midsection. 

Sasuke turns his head to see Sakura crouched and hugging herself as she shivers in the otherwise peaceful lake. She looks kind of comical and dramatic, but he doesn’t mention it, instead opting for the role of knight in shining armour. 

He dives in the water fully and swims to Sakura. 

The girl widens her eyes and backs away, not wanting to be wetter, but as always, Sasuke is quicker and captures her in his arms.

“Sasuke-kun!” she shrieks and looks at him with narrowed eyes when their bodies touch: her still dry body littered in goosebumps, and his wet, cold, fire nature body that started to get used to the water’s temperature. 

He is standing in front of her, with his right arm draped over her body, gripping her left hipbone. She can feel his steady breathing, her perky breasts touching his lean stomach. 

Sasuke snorts a little at her reaction. “It’s fine, Sakura, sharing body heat will help you warm up to the water easier.”

“Ah, but this water is freezing, how will we warm up just standing around?,” she continues her complaints, but burrows herself into Sasuke’s cosy and firm chest, bringing her arms around his torso and squeezing him a little. Her head rests on his collarbones, breathing in his natural scent mixed in with lakewater. 

She feels the heat radiating from his body, and also feels as her own body starts to take his heat, the warmth between their bodies making her feel more comfortable, and her heart flutters from the sensations, the closeness of his body also arousing her a little.

He laughs quietly again at Sakura’s actions. He has been doing that a lot since their journey began. 

“Are you feeling better?” he whispers in her ear as he slowly drags his hand up Sakura’s body, his fingertips never leaving the clammy skin of her back. The burning trail of sparks they leave on her skin stays in Sakura’s mind, cataloguing it. 

His fingers land in her hair, inspecting the pastel locks that turned into a light purple shade in the dark. 

“Yes, you were right, I’m warmer now,” she replies lazily, closing her eyes and listening to Sasuke’s heartbeat. 

“Okay, that’s good. And…the  afternoon?”

“Oh,” Sakura understands.

“We don’t have to talk about it, I just don’t want you stressing yourself all on your own,” he inhales. “I’m here too.”

“Thanks, Sasuke-kun,” she answers, and she doesn’t want to keep anything from him, but it’s embarrassing to admit her insecure thoughts. “It’s stupid, really, and nonsensical, and…” she is looking away and down at the ripples of water their bodies make with the smallest of movements. 

“Sakura, out with it. I won’t judge,” he says softly, so softly, and Sakura cannot stop herself from telling him.

“Um, I just…the way we are now. Is this what you really want? I just don’t want you to do things out of guilt. It’s stupid, really, I don’t know why I’m thinking this, but you need to know now, I need to tell you that you should only do this if you actually want to.”

Sakura decides to bite the bullet and looks up as the boy’s body has stilled around her.

His onyx and lavender eyes look hurt and almost angry, as he gazes down at her, not responding for a minute. 

“Sakura, what are you talking about? What prompted this?” he frowns as he asks.

“It just crosses my mind sometimes, I told you it was stupid…just forget it, Sasuke-kun.”

“No, it’s not, it’s my fault that you think this way,” he sighs and touches her chin, gently coaxing her to look at him. He collects his thoughts for a moment, then talks.

“My past sins weigh heavy, but how I acted then had nothing to do with how I felt about you. You’re my first selfish decision. Traveling with you…it’s the first thing I ever wanted for myself only. It has nothing to do with my family or honor. It has everything to do with who you are…who you were to me,” he stops, looking for words, but getting lost in the luscious green forest of Sakura’s irises, the unshed tears in them reflecting the moonlight. 

He looks at the entirety of her face, and wonders for a second how perfect she is.

He inhales.

“My feelings for you…they only deepened with the time we have spent together. The only thing that changed from the past and the present was how I saw things. It is a big change, to allow myself where I never did before, but it is not a dishonest one. I do feel guilty for a number of things, but I would never take you with me as a way to redeem myself.”

“I know that, Sasuke-kun!” she almost shouts, mad at herself. “I know who and what you are like, you would never pretend to like someone, but that’s the problem, I don’t understand where these thoughts are coming from. I hate it! These past few months were more than I could ever wish for, and I want nothing more than to continue this journey with you.”

“It’s okay, Sakura. Just tell me. All of it. I’m not going anywhere, never again.”

He whispers the last sentence quietly, looking down shyly at Sakura’s collarbones and chest, but sounding so sure in his promise that it makes Sakura’s tears finally fall. 

Tears that don’t stay on her face for long, because Sasuke’s warm fingertips are there to catch them. He gently swipes them off her face, replacing the wetness with small, feather-light kisses. 

“I wish I could answer and erase all of the doubt in you. But even if I can’t do that, if you let me, we can erase your fears day by day, with small steps, like you told me. No big decisions, no declarations, just us.”

“But I don’t want you to feel stupid because of my stupid thoughts, I want to be sure. I am sure in my love for you, I-I don’t understand why these thoughts come up in me.”

“Sakura,” he chides, holding her left shoulder now. “It’s okay. We both need time to heal, time to get used to each other.” 

She sighs, agreeing with Sasuke, but still disappointed with herself.

“We are not perfect, but we are here together. That’s what matters. You cannot make everything perfect.”

“You’re right,” she says dejectedly, but in a better mood already, Sasuke’s message has eased her mind greatly. “Why do you have to be right in this too?” 

He shrugs his shoulders.

“It wasn’t me. You should follow your own advice, Sakura,” he smiles at her, his eyes crinkling almost mischievously as he taps her forehead. 

“Sasuke-kun, that is different,” she huffs, her cheeks rosy, right hand on the place Sasuke touched her head.

“No, it’s not,” he responds, still smiling. “Let’s get out, I see your lips turning blue.”

“But we didn’t even really bathe…hey, wait!” Sakura screams as the boy lifts her up easily with one arm, and throws her over his shoulder, speed-stepping to their stuff. “Sasuke-kun, slow down, please.”

He puts Sakura down and starts drying her off with a summoned towel. After he is done, he dries himself even faster and helps Sakura put on her underwear and his own shirt, then he puts on some pants.

They take their packs, and hand in hand, barely in any clothes, stumble into the safety of the dense forest.

✦✦✦

Sakura volunteers to get their bed roll ready while Sasuke sets up the camp fire. 

They are both impatient and give each other bashful glances, prancing around shamelessly half-clothed in an open cave they found hurriedly.

They don’t eat dinner, skipping right to dessert.

“All done,” Sakura exclaims. 

Sasuke plops down next to her immediately, finding her lips and sweetly tasting them. His hand is at the back of her head, tilting it back. 

His soft lips caress Sakura’s and the girl peeks out her tongue for a taste of his mouth. 

They explore each other’s mouth with their tongues, and Sakura slowly runs her hand over Sasuke’s chest, the other staying on his shoulder.  

She touches one of his nipples, then she goes lower, her hand staying on his firm stomach that clenches in reaction to her. 

He squeezes one of her breasts through the shirt, playing with Sakura’s hardened nipple while he bites her plush lower lip and darts his tongue back in her cavern, making Sakura groan in his mouth. 

They quickly part, and using her ninja speed, Sakura takes off the shirt and her panties. She doesn’t have time to lean towards him, as his lips have already found hers again.

Sasuke decides to lay on his back and brings the girl with himself. 

A warm hand rests on Sakura’s waist, his thumb creating circles on her hipbone and her sensitive lower belly while he kisses the breath out of her. 

She already took off her clothes and now there is no offending object separating their torsos. Sakura’s nipples grazing his own chest is making Sasuke crazy and he bites back a moan as he tries to focus between her mouth and the excitement her breasts are spurring in him.

Sakura’s fingers are at the back of Sasuke’s head, threading in his thick black hair. She feels his accelerated pulse from her hands touching his neck and much much lower, in her core, where his throbbing member presses on her.

She is panting now, feeling an immeasurable need to be even closer to him. Sasuke feels the same as he slowly grinds up into her. He still has his pants on, the material obstructing him from the true experience, but it soothes his urgency. 

And he has some more plans with Sakura, anyway.

He touches her face, gently getting her to stop for a second.

“Sakura,” he whispers, trying to get the panting girl to listen to him. He looks into her lovely eyes.

“W-what,” Sakura moves a bit away, already missing his taste. She is staring at his mouth.

“Move up.”

“Huh?”

“I said move up. I want to taste you.”

Sakura’s already flushed face turns into the color of Sasuke’s favorite food in a matter of milliseconds. 

But she doesn’t argue. “Ooh, o-okay.”

She’s already soaking, Sasuke notices as she is halfway, crawling towards his face. She stops right over him on her knees, her two legs straddling his head. Sakura is looking down, still bright red and breathing harshly. Altogether, she makes a delicious picture in Sasuke’s mind.

“Are you sure, Sasuke-kun? You know, I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Sakura, we already talked about this,” he answers, rolling his eyes at her. “Just sit,” he orders, and Sakura instantaneously complies.

She feels his face molded on her wet pussy and it turns her on even more, the tension in her lower parts increasing. 

She leans forward, putting most of her weight on her elbows, as her flexibility allows for the position to feel comfortable. The posture takes off some of Sakura’s weight from his head, so she can’t crush him even if she loses control over her body.

He grips and slightly lifts her left inner thigh for more control and starts kissing and sucking in her outer lips, coating her in the mix of her own juices and his saliva. She tastes and smells like she always does, and Sasuke relishes in that. It’s bizarre. 

He feels as if an inexplicable secret inner craving is fulfilled again at tasting her. A neverending hunger, a forever burning flame, like he cannot ever get enough of her. 

These last sentiments keep up even in this matter, as if the many ways he can love her all perfectly align. His feelings for her manifest in the strangest ways sometimes, he thinks. 

Breaking out of his thoughts, he goes back into action, not wanting to leave her hanging. 

He goes for her clit, taking it in his mouth first, lightly touching it, then he grazes his teeth on the sensitive bud a few times. 

This makes Sakura whine and give out high-pitched screams, her mind completely hazed from pleasure. She grinds down onto his face, wanting more from him. He alternates between sucking on her and lightly nipping her with his teeth.

He decides to top it off by going lower, licking around her entrance, then darting his tongue right in her hole. 

Simultaneously, he lets go of her ass, so she falls on his mouth completely, her only anchors to reality being her two hands gripping the textile of the bed roll over Sasuke’s head. She starts riding down on his face as his tongue licks in and out of her with as strong thrusts as he can with his appendage. 

His pointed nose keeps brushing her clit and it makes the experience even more overwhelming with thrill and pleasure. It only takes Sasuke’s fingers finding her pearl and a few sure touches on it to send Sakura into pure bliss. 

She shakes on top of him, and Sasuke licks her a few times, helping her ride through her orgasm.

She sits to the side, looking at nowhere in particular, trying to regenerate her brain utterly fried from ecstasy. 

She then glances at Sasuke, who is already watching her while lying on his back. Most of his face is smeared with her come, but he is only smiling crookedly at her, seeming a bit out of breath, not unlike Sakura. 

Sakura gives him a small, but genuine smile coming right from her heart, that can possibly showcase only a piece of the ever growing fondness she feels for him, but Sasuke can still feel the extent of it. Somehow.

She comes out of her stupor, realizing that as calm as he looks, he’s still probably straining in his pants.

She is right as she spots the tent in his grey pants, the tip of it painted darker from his precum. 

She touches his hardness, only barely, enjoying his immediate hiss and the bounce of his hips as a reaction. 

She leans down close to his face, a breath away, wiping away the wetness with one hand and evenly elevating the pressure of her other hand on his dick. “Sasuke-kun, can I ride you once more?”

He closes his eyes as he gets lost in the sensation of Sakura easing the bursting tension in his lower regions. “Yes,” he replies as he sighs, then decides to add, almost pleadingly. “Please.”

Sakura quickly takes off his pants, then straddles him and stops over his painfully hard dick, supporting herself by putting her two hands on his pecs. 

At first she only lets his tip in, observing Sasuke’s reactions, then she takes his dick with one hand and slowly brushes it across her wet sex. 

She whimpers and Sasuke sighs at their intimate parts finally touching.

Next, she is sinking down at a pace quicker than her previous teasing touches, not stopping now, while keeping eye contact with Sasuke’s red and lavender gaze. They both moan at the feeling of being joined.

Sasuke panics as he feels the loss of control at entering her tightness so swiftly.

“Slow down, Sakura,” he almost whimpers in a tense voice, gripping her hipbone to keep her still.

“Sorry, Sasuke-kun,” she says, her eyes closed as she adjusts to his size. It is not uncomfortable anymore, like the first few times they tried and now Sakura enjoys being filled by him. 

She is fully seated on him now, her ass grazing the tops of his thighs.

She starts moving slowly at first, up and down, to the sides, circling her hips in measured movements. Her hands are resting on her calves for support. Sasuke’s hand is also guiding her to find a pace that works for both of them.

Her head is thrown back, and Sasuke closes his eyes as well as he breaks his recording gaze momentarily, so both of them can concentrate solely on the pleasurable contact.

She quickens her bouncing, chasing more friction and with that, the sweet and heavenly finish with him.

Sasuke begins thrusting up in tandem with her movements, helping her with his own actions. They both feel closer and closer as their movements become erratic, and Sakura leans down on him, her hands staying at his neck. 

Their noses are almost touching as he starts forcefully thrusting up into her, breathing in each other’s scent.

Sasuke looks at her pretty breasts as they jiggle with each motion. He relocates his hand to her center, touching her clit as he feels near to his orgasm.

He keeps rhythmically pushing up into Sakura as she moves up and down on his dick, both of them moaning at the feel of him bottoming out in her.

Sakura senses the sweet tension in her lower belly snap and she looks for Sasuke’s eyes as she comes. 

His orgasm is triggered by Sakura’s, as he sees pure pleasure in her hazy eyes, and feels her inner walls contracting around him.

Half-lidded emerald eyes meet the half-lidded sharingan and rinnegan. They only need to find each other’s gaze at the right moment for the connection to happen. 

Almost like a routine. But more sacred than that. A ritual. 

They see only each other for a few minutes, one of those moments where the silent language that has been unfurling between them for many years is being spoken again. 

This language they have often spoken so naturally, yet they could not understand it fully for a long time. It has been getting deciphered bit by bit, sometimes harder, but nowadays much easier. 

With small, confident steps, its decoding is heading into one, absolute direction: a total understanding of each other. At least, that is what it feels like for them.

In special moments like these, they are able to experience a miniature slice of this version of themselves where they are seen by each other perfectly.

They disappear in this inner world of love and comfort where no doubt, no insecurities, no past and no future exists. Just the two of them, together. 

The moment is not broken, it simply transforms back into physical pleasure as their bodies and hormones take over, showcasing their love in other dimensions, not only in a spiritual kind.

They both moan at the sensations, and Sakura screams as she falls on Sasuke’s body from exhaustion.

Their breaths come out ragged and chaotic, chests heaving together.

They lie there, covered in sweat and each other’s cum, not caring about anything after the mindblowing experience.

Sasuke clutches her head close, positioning it on his shoulder and gives a small kiss on the top of her pink head. She sighs at this, sinking into his whole body with her own.

They wait until their pulse slows down, finding a common rhythm to which their hearts can beat.

Sasuke and Sakura stay like that for some time, not saying a word, just holding each other close.

“We should find that lake again,” Sakura states, giggling into his shoulder.

“Yes, we should,” he answers with a smile. His dick is still inside her and her laughing is doing the opposite of calming him.

“Okay,” Sakura feels his member stir at her movements and reconsiders. “Maybe in a while?” she tries to ask nonchalantly, but comes out too enthusiastic.

“In a while, I agree,” he says hastily.

Sakura laughs at this, her melodious voice echoing in the cave, the sound waves leaving the small place, traveling into the large, unknown world.

She is not thinking of her insecurities or doubts. 

She is filled with thoughts of Sasuke and their own little world, and she is elated and comfortable as the touch of his hand on her back grounds her to the moment.

Sakura is feeling a strange mixture of hopefulness and certainty about everything. And that is enough. Plenty.

THE END