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For batsycats, by silentvoicescryingout

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice coos huskily, mere breaths from her ear. “ My Sakura .”

She moans, stretching her limbs like a cat, legs splaying wide as his fingers brush, featherlight, over her folds.

“Touch me, Sasuke-kun,” she begs in a whisper, rolling her hips against the air, leveling him with a needy stare. She spreads her legs wider, presenting all of herself to entice him into action, into granting her relief from the throbbing ache inside.

“Here?” he murmurs, that small grin she loves so much curving his mouth as he presses his palm fully over her dripping core.

She gasps, eyes rolling back as he rubs at her with his full hand, spreading her wetness all over. The tips of his fingers slip teasingly between her sensitive folds, one dipping slightly into her entrance now and then.

Her release is so close, maddeningly close but just out of her reach. She whines through Sasuke’s ministrations, canting her hips and begging him to give her what she needs, to push deep inside of her to touch that part of her that needs it most.

“Shhh,” he whispers, leaning forward until she feels surrounded by him, his heat, the scent of sage and ash and smoke. “I’ll take care of you, my love.”

And finally, finally, he sinks two fingers deep inside, curling, reaching and thrusting as he chants–

“Sakura.”

Her eyes fly open to find obsidian and hints of lavender staring down at her. The thin padding of her mission pack digs into the flesh of her cheeks, her blanket tucked high around her chin but tangled and askew around her legs.

His gaze is dark, apologetic when he murmurs, “I’m sorry to wake you, but we have to move on. I can smell a storm coming in soon. We should leave before it hits.”

Sakura nods shakily, sitting up abruptly and offering her sweetest smile. Once he turns to stalk out of the rickety abandoned shelter, she presses both hands to her blazing cheeks and muffles a groan in her knees.

Fuck.

The air is so cold it feels like tiny kunai scraping against his cheeks as it whips by. Water is falling in sheets toward the ground and in various directions. Freezing droplets splash against his scalp and the exposed skin of his throat, dribbling down to soak under his clothes.

He glances to his side, single hand tightening over Sakura’s trembling fingers as she blinks up at him through spiky, wet lashes.

“It’s really coming down, isn’t it?” she murmurs. Sasuke is sure she is likely speaking at a normal volume; it is only that her voice is drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain, and the whistle of wind slashing through the trees and brush around them.

“Come on,” he says at an elevated volume, drawing her close to his side. “There should be a cave nearby to shelter in until the storm passes.”

A fizzling crack of lightning followed by a thunderous boom makes her flinch. Sakura shoots him a sheepish smile before shuffling closer to his side and ducking her head against the onslaught. Sasuke frees her wrist, fanning out his cloak to fall around her shoulders in a last-ditch attempt to shield her from the downpour. It is useless, he knows, as they have both been practically soaked to the bone already.

With her pressed this close to his side, Sasuke can feel the way her entire body is shivering. His hand unconsciously firms in its grip, fingers tightening at the curve of her waist. The bit of skin exposed by the cropped nature of her top is riddled with gooseflesh. He is attuned enough to her after weeks of close-contact that he can tell she is circulating her chakra in an attempt to keep warm.

He inhales deeply, the scent of rain, soil and Sakura filling his nose. As he exhales, he begins to follow suit, kneading his chakra beneath the surface of his skin and concentrating it in the palm of his hand at her side, where his hip is flush against hers as they tread heavily through the thick mud and water.

She shivers again, tightening a fist in his cloak and bringing it close to her chest. Her other hand snakes behind his back, fingers splaying at the center of his spine. He flits his gaze down to hers again and sees her pale cheeks tinted with the slightest bit of pink.

“Thank you,” she mouths, offering him a smile. Her soft bangs stick against the frame of her face, colored a dusky rose from the moisture. Her eyes somehow look brighter against the dark and the gray around them, shining like two jewels in her face.

“Aa,” he breathes. Another streak of lightning and clap of thunder sounds and then the rain begins to fall impossibly heavier.

Facing forward, he quickens his pace to a jog, clutching her absentmindedly to his side all the while.

By the time they reach the mouth of the cave, Sasuke and Sakura are dripping wet, pale and shivering. The storm rages outside, rivulets of water flooding the ground. Luckily this place is carved out of a ledge a few feet above ground level, high enough to avoid flooding and deep enough to protect against the violent winds and icy rain.

Sasuke drops his pack near the edge, venturing deeper while clutching a damp scroll. He unfurls it, using his sharingan to make things clearer in the darkness; with a click of his teeth, blood beads on the tip of his thumb and drips slowly onto the scroll. He murmurs a summoning jutsu and a pile of dry kindling appears.

He uses his katon , exhales a stream of flame to bring the fire roaring to life. He finds stray stones on the ground nearby and uses them to border the fire. A small sigh falls from his throat at the rush of warmth.

“That’s smart,” Sakura stutters from behind him. He turns to see her lingering near the mouth of the cave, dripping and shivering violently. “Storing firewood in a summoning scroll…genius.”

“Come closer to the fire,” he says, brow furrowing at the way her lips seem tinted purple even in the low, flickering light. “You’re freezing.”

She shakes her head, “I’m too wet. I need to change these clothes, and you do too…”

Her voice trails off as she drops shakily to a kneeling position, opening her pack and fumbling around. After a few moments she curses weakly and Sasuke rises to approach, peering down at her as she pulls out handfuls of wrinkled, wet fabric.

“Everything is soaked,” she sighs, cursing quietly again. “I wore the last of the clothes I had stored in my own scrolls. I should have known better. Fuck.” His lips almost quirk into a small smile; the very first week of their travels had brought the shocking realization that Sakura, sweet-voiced and angelic-faced as she was, cursed like a sailor.

His concern over her trembling form and blue-tipped fingers quickly kills any mirth he might have indulged.

“You’re going to get sick if you don’t get out of those wet clothes,” he says quietly. “I’ll check if there’s something in my bag that managed to stay dry.”

“Oh, Sasuke-kun…” she begins to protest, but Sasuke is already kneeling beside his own pack, rifling through his belongings.

Blood rises to his face slowly as he finds everything inside his bag is wet as well. He glances up at her apologetically.

“I have nothing dry enough,” he sighs, rising to a standing position. “I keep some bedding stored in my scrolls. We’ll have to make do with blankets alone.”

Sakura nods slowly, lashes fluttering as her gaze falls to the ground, focusing on the shadows cast by the dancing flame feet away. She fidgets for a second before reaching down to peel off her knee-high sandals, then, her tiny, pale toes flexing over the rocky ground.

Sasuke swiftly summons another scroll, pulling from it a small pile of thick blankets, and two thin sheets. He saunters toward the fire, laying the blankets as close as possible in the hopes that they would take on some extra warmth. He sheds his dripping cloak, tossing a kunai so that it wedges into the cave wall and hanging the garment from it. Even standing nearby the fire, a chill snakes down his spine as he levels a line of other kunai the same way, creating a space for them to hang up their clothes to dry.

He turns back to see Sakura clutching her arms around herself, shaking like the leaves being torn about by the racing winds outside.

“Here,” he says sharply, snatching up one of the thin sheets and walking briskly to stand in front of her, “take this and dry yourself. Then come wrap yourself in a blanket and sit by the fire. I’m going to quickly set up a few traps outside.”

Her teeth chatter as she said, “Sasuke-kun, I can help. Just let me-”

“Please,” he intercepts, stepping slightly closer. He can smell jasmine and rain and something sweet like berries standing this close. A hard swallow works down his throat before he urges her again, “Get warm. You’re shivering hard enough to break your bones. It will only take a moment, and it’ll give you privacy to…undress.”

Understanding lights her eyes and the tiniest pink flush dots her pallid cheeks. She nods again, creeping deeper into the cave and closer to the fire with her shoulders hunched forward.

Sasuke exhales a slow, heavy breath before pivoting on his heel and trudging out of the cave into the chaos outside. Rain pours over him, icy and feeling almost solid with the force of the downpour. He moves as quickly as he can about the perimeter, anchoring traps where he can only hope they won’t be swept away by the tiny current building on the ground as it floods with water. He casts an area genjutsu, wide enough that he thinks the traps will be a last resort anyway.

It takes him all of a handful of minutes to secure their area, but he dawdles anyway– he tells himself it is to ensure Sakura has time to dry and remove her clothes in peace. But the staccato of his heart behind his ribs and the sharp breaths puffing steam in the cold air cue him into his own desire to avoid being in close quarters for as long as possible.

The first few weeks of their travels had been maddening; they both were awkward and stilted, him being moreso, of course. His attraction to her only intensified in proximity, causing him to struggle every moment to not stare at the way different levels of light cast over her face, to lean in to capture the tinkling of her quiet laughs. Sasuke had nearly embarrassed himself on multiple occasions with the urge to sniff at her sweet-scented hair and overall pleasant aroma, because it called to him so.

Now, these reactions were more tame. Exposure had served them well, lulling them into an ambience of comfort–an anticipatory stasis at best. Sparing a glance did not seem such a monumental feat, and he did not feel the need to study her for hours, as if he would not see her again at any given moment.

Yet, all of the struggles of their early days alone rushed back and did so tenfold at night. Whether they sheltered in a cave like the one he loitered outside of now, or in adjacent rooms at a small-village inn, the late hours brought with them traces of insanity, a yearning so intense it would cause him embarrassment that would linger until the morning.

He hesitates now, shivering and drenched because he is achingly aware that when he returns, Sakura will be bare save for one thin swathing of fabric. She will be close enough to breathe in her scent, to feel the essence of her chakra against his senses.

He realizes that she is likely huddling close to the fire now, cold and trying to sap in warmth with only a blanket and a meager flame.

Inhaling deeply once more, Sasuke turns and makes his way back to the mouth of the cave, slowing his steps once he is deep enough to not feel the rebounding splashes of water as it ricochets off the ground. He pauses, glancing upward at Sakura who sits mere inches away from the makeshift fire pit, curled in a ball so tight her form seems tiny, insignificant among the looming shadows dancing over the walls.

“Sasuke-kun,” she says, each consonant trembling as her teeth chatter lightly. “You’re back.”

“You’re still cold,” he replies, browns pinching as he notes the shudders wracking her form.

“Yeah,” she stutters, bobbing her head in a slightly disjointed manner. She attempts to give him a smile, nonetheless and his heart skips a beat. “It’s freezing. I’ll warm up soon, though. Hurry and get changed!”

He nods slowly, taking a few more steps before pausing again. His gaze falls to her small fingers clenched in the fabric at her chest, the still-damp locks of her hair falling waywardly around her face.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll close my eyes,” she snaps her lids shut, whipping her chin to the side so her face is turned away from him. “I won’t peek, promise.”

Sasuke chooses to believe the shiver that works his way down his spine is the result of the damp and the cold, and definitely not his body and mind traitorously reacting to the thought of Sakura choosing to watch him change, openly, instead.

She begins rocking back and forth as he makes quick work of slinging off his clothes. Her shoulder twitches under the blanket when his shirt falls with a wet smack onto the hard ground. He can see her visibly sucking in a deep breath when his pants follow suit. If he were not shivering from the low temperature, he is sure his face would be burning as he brusquely scrubs at his skin with a thin sheet, tossing that to the side before hunching, positioning his arm in front of his pelvis as he creeps forward carefully, inching around Sakura’s possible line of sight as he reaches to grab one of the blankets folded near the fire.

He tucks the fabric around him, relishing for a moment in the initial warmth before kneeling on his haunches as close as he can to the fire. As he positions himself, his shoulder brushes against Sakura’s and she perks up slightly, still turned away.

“You can open your eyes,” he murmurs.

She swivels her head to face him, eyes blinking open slowly and fixing on his face. The green of her eyes is slightly marred by the orange glow of the fire, her lashes looking more red in the dim light. The flames glow is the only thing bringing color to her cheeks, her lips tinted with lavender in their pallor.

Sasuke stiffens, mind swirling with solutions to bring her temperature up high enough for the danger of hypothermia to fade. He considers giving up his blanket for a moment before realizing that Sakura would only expend her energy fretting and he would likely become sick with cold and burden her even if he managed to convince her to take it.

“Tea,” he sputters, gnawing at his lip and blinking his eyes closed for a moment in humiliation when Sakura only tilts her head in confusion. “I’ll brew tea. Hopefully it’ll help us get warm more quickly.”

“Oh,” she bobs her head vigorously. “Yes, tea. That’s a good idea, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke springs to his feet before she is completely done speaking, glad to be doing something useful, yes, but also to create some distance even if shuffling over to his packs near the cave wall takes him away from the warmth of the fire. He sucks in a few quick breaths, trying to calm his thudding heart as his fingers fumble for the small muslin pack holding his herbs. They are soaked and wilted, but hopefully useful enough to brew a decent, if not so flavorful tea. He holds the sack gently between his teeth, reaching once more for the light, steel teapot. He hooks the handle over his pinky finger and wrestles out his water tin before straightening with a small huff.

When he turns, Sakura is watching him over her shoulder. She offers him a small smile when their eyes meet and he nearly stumbles despite standing motionless. Heat makes a valiant effort to pool in his cheeks and he dips his gaze, watching his frigid toes as they tap across the rough, hard floor back toward the fire and his companion.

She murmurs a quiet Thank you, Sasuke-kun as he goes about preparing the brew. By the time the teapot is stabilized over the burning logs, Sasuke is left with nothing to do but to clutch his blanket around his shoulders and stare at the water, willing it to boil faster. Despite his own trepidation, he had sat down so close beside Sakura that he could feel her shoulder brush against his arm with every breath either of them took.

His gaze wanders to the side for the umpteenth time in a handful of minutes, flitting over her pouty, chill-paled lips, the gentle arc of her brow and sweeping curve of her jaw. The freckles that are so faint in the natural light of the daytime seem stark, sprinkles of brown across the bridge of her nose and high points of the cheek due to how pale she has become. A shiver wracks through her and Sasuke tenses against the urge to reach out to her.

“Still cold?” he murmurs, pinning his gaze on her more fully. The fire was blazing strongly and most of the chill had faded from his own bones.

Sakura shivered again and scooted around slightly to face him.

“Yeah,” she whispers, lips tilting in a sheepish smile. “It’s much better than before, though. I’m just a wimp when it comes to cold weather.”

As she says those words, a clap of thunder sounds, loud enough to echo into the cave. A whoosh of cold air sweeps in, causing the fire to bend and flicker before it rights itself again. Sakura’s teeth chatter.

“I’m sorry,” Sasuke-kun says, a frown creeping over his features. “I shouldn’t have taken us the long way around. I wasn’t expecting a storm like this so soon in the season.”

Sakura shakes her head quickly, “No, no! I’m glad you did, the scenery– it was a really beautiful route. I enjoyed it a lot. I’m sure that’s not why you took us that way, of course, but…”

“It was,” he interjects, clearing his throat when her wide, green eyes shoot up to peer into his face. He can see the flames dancing about her pupils, casting an orange tint in her iris. “It was why I…took the scenic route. To show you. I thought you would like it.”

“Oh,” she says quietly, the word more of a sigh. Her lips curve upwards again, into a shy, sweet smile. “I liked it. Loved it, really. The river and the flower fields were so beautiful.”

“Aa,” he mutters gruffly. “Good.”

He turns quickly, rising to his haunches to stir at the bubbling liquid in the pot, hoping the flames would cast glow enough to camouflage the red tint of his cheeks.

Behind him, Sakura whispers, “Thank you for showing me, Sasuke-kun.”

The spoon he is holding catches against the rim of the teapot with a loud clang as he grunts some unintelligible response. He can feel a blush burning from neckline to temple, but he sets about pouring tea into two travel mugs with the straightest face he can manage. Sakura’s thanks and her bright expression seem to replay on a loop in his mind; he is left wondering, briefly, if he had managed to capture the moment with his sharingan, not even knowing it had been engaged.

A quiet sniffle causes him to snap out of his thoughts, resting the teapot back over the fire and reaching to offer one of the steaming cups to his trembling companion. She grabs it with both hands, soft, cool fingers brushing over his before drawing back slowly.

Sakura clutches the tea to her chest, shoulders hunched and head tipped downward to let the warm steam wash over her face. She sighs softly disturbing the whitish translucent stream rising about her cheeks for a second before inhaling deeply.

“You make the best tea, Sasuke-kun,” she mumbles, leaning in closer and closing her eyes as she breathes deeply once more. “This smells nice. It feels good, too.”

Sasuke nearly chokes but forces out a quiet scoff, “You’re just happy because it’s warm.”

She lifts her head long enough to throw him a grin and a quick wink. Sasuke nearly tips over, fingers clutching tight around the mug that nearly slipped from his grasp.

Pale, slightly chapped lips part, making a small o as Sakura begins blowing on her drink rhythmically. He finds himself mesmerized with the way her mouth puckers, the skin wrinkling slightly, soft folds looking like delicate petals. Her cheeks puff slightly, some of the color gradually returning to her flesh. It looks supple, so smooth and soft despite having spent time in the chafing cold. The fine hairs at her temples have begun to dry, curling slightly away from her forehead from the heat and steam. Sasuke has to bite the inside of his cheek to restrain the absurd urge to reach out and tap the rhombus on her forehead, the only thing that mars the perfection of the smooth expanse of skin.

Shutting his eyes, he lifts his cup to his lips, not even bothering to blow before chugging half of its contents. It’s hot, and burns going down his throat. But he mentally shrugs, because he breathes fire routinely and a little hot tea is not so bad in comparison.

The liquid is warm sliding down his throat, and he can feel it pool in his belly, chasing away most of the last dredges of cold from his muscles. Without his express permission, his eyes reopen and immediately come to rest on Sakura’s huddled form once more. He watches with apt attention as she blows gently once more, before bringing the cup closer to her mouth.

The metal rim rests on her plush lower lip, steam gathering at the top before she tilts the cup and slurps carefully, pulling the brew into her mouth. After the first tentative sip she sighs, humming quietly as she treats herself to a longer drink, tipping her chin back so that Sasuke catches a glimpse of the delicate column of her throat. It undulates softly with each of her swallows and his mouth runs dry, skin suddenly feeling rather hot beneath his blanket.

Bare skin. Just like hers is, hidden behind the thick layer of cloth.

He swallows thickly, quickly throwing back the rest of his tea, hardly even tasting the earthy, if slightly bitter, flavor.

“Mmm,” Sakura hums, the sound between a relaxed exhalation and husky moan. Sasuke’s fingers tighten around his empty container. “That feels so good .”

She could have very well pulled those very words from his dreams, an echo of one of the many, many imaginings that had circulated through his psyche when he let himself indulge in the deepest, most unguarded kinds of rest. It was these same imaginings that would cause him to awaken suddenly, sweating and panting, aching so much that he would be forced to flee from whatever sheltering space he shared with Sakura to wait out the effects of his own torturous fantasies.

“Aa,” he croaks.

Mechnically, he reaches to drain the last of the teapot’s contents into her cup, unable to prevent himself from openly staring as she repeats her process again. Curling into her own body, pursing her lips, blow, blow, blow , blow , inhale, exhale, slurp, slurp, swallow. He watches as a deep shudder works its way down her body, her muscles visibly relax, shoulders falling away from her ears. A healthier flush takes residence high on her cheekbones, creeping slowly across the bridge of her nose. Her lips look moist now, more red than pink, soft and full with the blood finally rising to the surface.

She drains this portion quicker than the first, setting down her cup with a satisfied sigh. Delicate fingers come up and sweep through the nearly-dry strands of her hair, raking them back away from her forehead. A few chunks of her grown-out bangs slip down slowly to frame her forehead, and Sasuke’s fingers twitch with the urge to touch them, to brush them back and secure them behind the pretty pink shell of her ear.

“Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” she says, voice stronger and more chipper. “Your tea pulled me away from death’s door!”

“Don’t joke like that,” Sasuke snaps, mouth flattening. Sakura only laughs, rocking back slightly and adjusting her grip on the blankets wrapped around her shoulders.

“Sorry,” she snorts quietly. “But really, I was starting to not be able to feel my toes. My body temperature has always run a bit on the low side… I thought maybe I was anemic or something. Tsunade says it’s just how I’m made. But it really sucks in situations like this.”

Sasuke only nods. He runs his eyes over her with a more critical eye, focusing on the digits peeking out from underneath the blanket at her chest and below, at the ends of her small feet. They have lost that palish blue hue, to his satisfaction.

Sakura continues, as always, so gracefully undeterred by his lack of responsiveness. “You always run hot, isn’t that right?”

“Aa,” he nods in the affirmative. “Uchiha thing. Didn’t think you’d noticed.”

Red fills her cheeks and she chuckles, rubbing at the side of her neck, “Ah, well, I’ve had to look at you medically quite a few times. And running your vitals, too! Your natural state is like a low-grade fever. You’ll be happy to know I finally put a permanent note on your file, so no one else will force you to go through illness screenings because of your temperature.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes, “It’s not like anyone else will ever be treating me.”

Sakura huffs, casting a disapproving glare at him that was more cute than ferocious.

“Sasuke-kun! None of our medics would ever turn away someone in need of medical care. It is against our code of honor.”

“Aa, I suppose they wouldn’t,” he says absentmindedly. Her flush has deepened and she chews on her lips in the most hypnotizing fashion. “But I’ll only ever want you.”

The words slip out of his mouth too easily, naturally. It is possibly the boldest thing he has ever said to anyone–to her – before but it feels so commonplace, so true , in all contexts, that he takes a moment to realize just how intense it is.

And by that time, Sakura has become so red that Sasuke fears for her health. He is caught between intense embarrassment and concern as she gapes at him for a split second, before clutching her blankets tighter to her chest and looking away from his face.

“O-oh,” she stutters, hands shifting under the fabric. “I’m flattered, then. And…I’ll always do my best to take care of you, Sasuke-kun. Whenever you need me to.”

Sasuke’s heart flutters then pounds in his chest. Always , he thinks. He knows he will always need her, but he has exhausted his bravery for the night and cannot bring himself to say it. So, he only nods, leveling her with a meaningful look, hoping that she will catch on to the things left unsaid between them.

There are many of those things–but slowly, they rise to the surface and reveal themselves to the light. With each day, each evening spent side-by-side, he grows to know her and open up to her better. And she is patient with him, granting him the chance to meet her where she has already been at his own pace.

He is pulled away from the soft train of thoughts by a quiet cough, followed by a sniffle. Sakura throws him a small, light smile even as her hand rises to cover her mouth and she coughs again.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he frowns. “Here, take my blanket. My cloak should be dry enough.”

“No!” she seems to startle herself with the volume of her own voice. Her lips are beginning to tremble again, but she says, sternly, “Your cloak is definitely not dry, and I’m not going to let you catch pneumonia and die because you want to sleep with wet clothes on you. Keep your blanket, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke feels adequately chastised for a short moment, very close to being surprised at the tone she takes with him. He has heard it before, of course, usually when in the dobe’s company. Never had it been directed at him.

He is both amused and slightly pained by the experience.

Sakura shivers again and he forgets all about his wounded ego. He shoots a glance into the teapot, agitation gnawing at his insides.

“You’re cold again,” he states, wincing when the teapot is as empty as he knew it was. “At least I can brew more tea, though it’ll be weak…”

“No,” she interjects with a harsh exhale. “I can tolerate it, Sasuke-kun. I’ll just have to sleep it off–I’m tired anyway.”

The less than reasonable part of Sasuke’s mind immediately flashes to the worst-case scenario, Sakura freezing into a block of ice while they slumber. He submits himself to the idea of staying up throughout the entire night, keeping a vigil to maintain the fire as well as push his blanket off on her once he is sure she won’t awaken to scold him.

“You get rest, too,” she says. Sasuke nods stiffly, knowing he won’t. “ Seriously . If we spread out by the fire, it’ll be fine. Even better, if we…”

Sakura trails off, pulling away Sasuke’s struggle against his newly developing morality which weighs the eternal cost of slipping Sakura into a slight genjutsu so she’ll sleep more heavily and not notice if he stays awake and gives her his blanket in the night. He tries to catch her gaze, only to find her studying the woven fabric in her lap.

“If we?” he prods. Her shoulders twitch and she hunches forward.

“Nevermind,” she mumbles.

“Sakura,” he says firmly. She flinches slightly but rolls her eyes. He has been firm with her in the past (many of those times to his deep regret).

“It’s silly,” she starts, sighing heavily. “But I was going to say, ‘even better if we lay close to each other’. Sharing close quarters means sharing body heat means sharing warmth. But, it’s not necessary and you burn hot enough already. So forget it! Good night.”

Sakura nods once, before unceremoniously flopping onto her back, then turning to her side and curling up in a tight ball facing the fire. Her form quivers slightly, drawn taut as if she is trying to staunch her reaction to the slowly increasing chill.

Sasuke can only watch as she fidgets for a couple of minutes, bunching a portion of the blanket so it forms into a sort of makeshift pillow. Her body looks so small, curled up as it is, drowned in the thick fabric she has cocooned herself in. And yet he can still make out the small quivers.

With a deep breath, he turns his back to her, clicking his teeth at his thumb to draw forth a bead of blood. He summons three empty scrolls, unfurling them and tearing them into medium-large pieces with his hand and teeth. He can feel Sakura’s eyes on him from behind, but focuses on his task of tearing the thick, pristine paper until he has a hefty pile of scraps at his feet. Squatting close to the fire, he crinkles and stuffs wads of papers between the gaps of the burning logs. With a deep inhale, he breathes out a small stream of flame, urging the fire to lick higher, blaze hotter.

Rising as smoothly as possible, and ignoring the eyes peeking at him from over the bunched blanket, Sasuke walks until he is but a single step away from where Sakura lays. He kneels behind her, watching carefully as her shoulders stiffen, her form ceasing any movement as if she is not breathing.

He holds his breath, too, as he pulls the blanket from his shoulders, swiftly fanning it out so half of the large cloth falls over Sakura. Consequently, it covers her head and he uses that bare moment to dart under the other edge, securing it over his nude form just quickly enough before a pink head emerges and whips around in his direction.

“If lying close together keeps you warm, then that’s what we’ll do,” he says quietly before her parted lips can spew whatever words were brewing. “Sleep, Sakura.”

She looks as if she will protest, but he gives her his best blank stare. With a heavy sigh, her body relaxes incrementally and she casts only one more cursory gaze over her shoulder as she turns to face the fire once more. Sasuke clenches his jaw as she wriggles about under her blanket, and now part of his. A few times, he thinks her hip or elbow will brush against him, but she eventually settles, bundled tightly in both blankets.

A small yawn spills from her mouth before she utters softly, “Thank you, Sasuke-kun. Good night.”

Quicker than he thinks should be possible for any ninja, Sakura’s breaths even out and her body slumps, fully relaxed as she slips into slumber. He indulges in a tiny smile, shifting carefully until he is on his side, her back a mere six inches or so from his chest.

Sleep evades him; he is too aware of her proximity, her scent, the warmth of another body in his space. She is closer than anyone has been in a long time–perhaps ever in his life. He can smell the rain in her hair, residua of the herbal tea they drank. The scent of burning wood and ash tickles his nose, but still the sweetness that he can only name as Sakura reaches him. For a long while, he simply watches the rise and fall of her slender shoulders under the blanket, the shadows of the fire dancing against the small visible part of her cheek. Quiet snores begin to whistle through her nose and a sensation so endearing, compelling in its combined simplicity and intensity rises up from his belly, spreading through his chest.

Sooner than he anticipates, his heartbeat slows from its frantic staccato, his breaths growing deeper and longer. His eyelids grow heavy, blinks coming more frequently by the second before the sounds, sights, smells and feeling of Sakura lull him, too, into sleep.

A violent shaking causes him to jerk awake. First, he notices the dark, only the barest of dim orange flicking in a sea of blackness. Then, he notes a weight against his chest, the cause of the quaking that drew him into consciousness in the first place.

It is not even an hour since he finally succumbed to sleep, he guesses. Yet the air inside the cave is frigid cold, heavy with moisture as thunder booms and wind sends rain thrashing audibly outside.

Sasuke's eyes manage to focus on a head of light-colored hair, and he leans forward to peer into the face pressed into his shoulder. Pale brows are drawn tight, pearly teeth peeking between pale lips, chattering. A tiny whimper falls from that mouth and his chest grows tight.

He shushes her quietly, emitting an unfamiliar, husky coo as he reaches to loosen her iron-clad grip on the blankets slipping haphazardly on down his torso. The fact that he actually manages to free the fabric and himself from her grip (with quite a bit of effort, despite his desire to be careful) cues him into the fact that she is still asleep, albeit freezing.

Moving as swiftly as possible, he rises to his feet, situating both blankets around her as they have slipped down her back in favor of being clutched to her front. Next he stalks close to the dying fire, grabbing handfuls of his pre-cut, makeshift kindling and stuffing it over the struggle coals. He blows gently until it catches a tiny flame, inhaling deeper and pouring from his mouth in a spherical katon . The fire blazing strongly once more, Sauske returns to kneel by Sakura’s shivering form, hand shielding his pelvic area.

“C-cold,” comes a hoarse murmur. He jerks in surprise, activating his sharingan to peer down at her face. Her eyes remain closed, lashes fluttering but never sliding open. “So cold…”

His heart squeezes before beating wildly against its cage. Biting his lip, he fights against his own shiver as the cold creeps over his skin. Making sure to keep his gaze fixed on her tightly-drawn face, Sasuke reaches his hand out to Sakura, gripping her shoulder lightly before rubbing his hand up and down the side of her body. He hopes, desperately, that the brisk motions would bring her some additional warmth.

Shudders wrack her frame and he can feel the muscles bunching under his hand, fighting to curl even more inwards onto herself. She thrashes suddenly, rolling dangerously close to the fire, with her back turned to him. The blankets nearly unravel completely, tangled about her legs and covering her only to the hip. She cries out painfully as the cold of the cave bites at the exposed skin of her back, sprouting gooseflesh and bringing forth another violent shiver.

“Sakura,” Sasuke breathes, snatching the blankets up over her once more. She struggles still, seeking warmth but preventing him from situating the blankets effectively in the process.

“I’m freezing, Sasuke-kun,” she moans, voice too sluggish and slurred to be fully lucid. “Freezing, freezing…”

Sasuke grinds his teeth nearly to dust. Before his logical mind can fully catch up to the action, he is ripping the blankets away from her form completely. Her startled cry does not even manage to echo into the cave before he is pressed up behind her, throwing first one blanket and then the other over both of them. He curls his right leg over both of hers, using it to drag her closer, nestling the stub of his left arm under her head and slipping the right between the two blankets to curl over her waist.

“Shhhh,” he hisses into her hair, exhaling heavily onto her neck in the hopes that his breath would aid in his efforts to warm her. “Rest. It’ll be warm soon.”

She sniffles, shaking and shivering as she burrows further into the blankets, further into his embrace.

He endures a few long minutes of her wriggling, his mind torn between extreme concern, embarrassment and distant elation before she stills slightly and releases a relieved exhale. As if in a faint, her muscles loosen all at once, her body relaxing into his. He breathes in short inhales and long exhales, fingers clenching and unclenching at her waist, torso stiffening with each minute shift she makes as she slowly falls back into a deeper sleep. Her skin feels cool against his, and soft, so soft . Were he not in such a daze and so on edge from her frightening condition a few minutes before, he might have fixated on the suppleness of her waist or the press of her thighs in front of his.

Instead, he focuses on the sound of her breathing, relaxing bit by bit as it filters through her nose easier and more slowly by the second. Eventually her skin seems to feel warmer, his own body growing quite hot with the weight of two blankets over him and another human body lying just so. He nestles impossibly closer, anyway, hoping to emanate as much warmth as he can.

Exhaustion grips him and he finds himself falling more deeply into sleep, irresistible with the weight of Sakura’s body against his own, and the feeling of her safe and secure within his grasp.

Sasuke feels hot. His skin is prickling with the sensation of licking flames, his blood simmering in his veins. The heat is centralized in his core, pooling low in his belly and radiating throughout his form.

He exhales, fingers clenching over something soft, smooth. The smell of jasmine, cherry blossom, her , fills his nose with each inhale.

Ah, this dream again.

Sakura is fitted snugly in his grasp, her back to his front. He can feel her hair brushing over his collarbones, the plush flesh of her buttocks cradled in his hips. Her thighs rest flush against his, a slim, smooth calf hooked around his knee.

A slight shift causes white-hot pleasure to shoot down his spine, and Sasuke shudders. He feels as if every one of his nerve endings is at attention, soaking in the sensation of her skin against his, the breath expanding her chest and a slow, rhythmic motion rocking him back and forth.

The feeling of something warm, slick, soft slides over his shaft and he sighs deeply. His hand slips down, squeezes a plush handful of flesh before slipping back up to dance over her ribs. Her skin is like silk, his rough fingers sliding so easily. She shifts again, forward , back , pressing into him with a curve to her spine, straining against his grip at her front. It all feels so real that Sasuke nearly succumbs to the pull of a deeper slumber, tempted to stay asleep and continue to see where this fantasy leads.

It is different this time. His surroundings are not so clear as usual– his imaginings usually for vivid, visually stimulating than this new, physical stimulus. A faint orange glow flickers at the edge of his awareness, a rustling sound like shifting fabric and cracking embers filtering in slowly.

He shakes himself mentally, painstakingly forcing himself into awareness. The dream grips him, forcing him to remain locked in his psyche where Sakura is clutched against his chest, where she is soft and warm and wet and…

Sasuke’s eyes fly open and he chokes on a gasp. The first thing he sees is pink obscuring his vision. Blinking away the wayward strands, he sees next a roaring fire, the rough cave wall washed with shadows.

And then he feels , a slow drag over his achingly hard member, slippery and hot, cushioned between two walls of warm, firm flesh.

Then he hears a sigh, sweet and underscored with a high-pitched wine.

“Sasuke-kun…”

A startled groan falls from his mouth as the dragging sensation comes again, and he drops his gaze down to the form in front of him, only partially shielded by a blanket that is bunched haphazardly about his waist.

“Sakura,” he chokes.

I must be dreaming, still. Sasuke nearly gives in to the urge to stay asleep when another quiet, gasping moan spills from her lips as her hips rock back into him before curling forward, his throbbing shaft trapped between her thighs. His hips flex in response to the motion, white flashing over his vision again before he shakes his head violently, willing himself to wake up .

“Fuck,” he rasps, yanking his hand away from its spot on her ribs, disturbing the blanket further with the motion.

Red bleeds over his iris, his eyes widening as he takes in Sakura’s bare form. Her skin is flushed, glistening with a fine layer of sweat. Muscles bunch and ripple under the skin of her back, the knobs of her spine peeking through with each rolling grind of her waist. She writhes against him, her head falling back into his chest and revealing a face with features twisted in a distant expression.

Her eyes are closed. His, on the other hand, are definitely open which means that he is not dreaming.

But Sakura…is.

“Sakura,” he calls hoarsely. His hand shakes, floating uselessly in the air as he attempts to control his ragged breathing, flinching as she makes that rocking motion once more and sends pleasure rattling down his spine.

“Mm,” she murmurs, “Sasuke-kun…”

She’s dreaming of me , he realizes in a daze. His trembling fingers fall to her shoulders, squeezing more tightly than he intends as he attempts to rouse her with a gentle shake.

“No, no,” she murmurs, and his hand snatches away from her. Her thighs clench tighter around him and he sees stars. “Stay…stay…”

Arousal and heartache combine in a terrible mixture, swirling in his gut. Sasuke bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, letting his hand fall on her shoulder once more.

“Sakura,” he says firmly, making his voice as clear as possible even as the pace of his undulations increases, the wetness becoming more apparent against his turgid member. His pulse thunders, nearly drowning out her gasping whimpers and breathy moans. “ Wake up. ”

Sakura jerks, her hands fisting in the blanket that managed to get stuffed against her front. Her head whips in his direction, wide eyes falling on him from over her shoulder.

The world seems to freeze around them as they both stare into each other with bated breath. The sound of the fire crackling and the winds outside seem loud in the silence, suddenly absent both their panting breaths and her unconscious ramblings.

Her gaze darts away from his face for a flash of a second, flitting to their surroundings before swerving back to his. Her eyes grow impossibly wider and her mouth–Sasuke notes that it is moist, red and indented as if her teeth had sunk into the lower lip–gapes.

“Sasuke-...kun?” Sakura croaks, voice unsteady and breathless.

He can only stare down at her, unable to form a full thought as he watches her glossy eyes blink up at him convulsively, her cherry-red lips plump and shining in the dim glow.

“You were dreaming,” he manages to whisper, biting back a groan as a shudder works its way down her form. Even the slightest motion brings attention to their intimate contact, bodies still flush against each other.

“I- Sasuke,” she gasps, shaking in earnest now. Her chest heaves and one of the blankets slips to expose part of a full, pert breast. A dusky nipple peeks just over the edge, plump and distended and oh so… tempting.

“You were dreaming,” Sasuke raps, shifting his body and eliciting his own shiver as the movement causes friction between them once more, “of me.”

“I’m sorry,” she chokes. The flush on her cheeks darkens, her hands scrabbling over the blankets in an attempt to cover herself. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

Her words cut off with a gasp, lashes fluttering as she twists her waists to escape from his grasp, the motion causing the head of his rigid arousal to slip through her folds. A low, rumbling groan finally rips free from his chest and she freezes, panting hard as she tilts her head to meet his gaze once more.

Sakura’s lips are sweet, soft between his own when he jerks forward to suck them into his mouth. They part on a startled exhale, a soft tongue slipping out to join his as she hums a quiet, helpless moan.

Their teeth clash and sink into giving flesh, tongues slipping, sliding and thrusting in a frenzied dance. He delves into her mouth as deeply as he can, tasting her essence and the remnants of the tea they shared, feeling each texture, ridge, bump of the insides of her mouth.

When his lungs burn for air, he retreats slightly, tugging her lower lip with his teeth to its limits, opening his eyes to stare down at her in a daze. Her hands have lost their grip on her coverings, one reaching up to tangle in the hair behind his neck and the other shaping the underside of her breast.

As if of its own accord, his lone hand plants itself at the beginning of the luscious curve of her hip, tracing a line up the side of her waist. His fingers creep upward until they meet the hand at her chest, sliding over the obstacle to splay over the globe of her breast, relishing the weight of it and the tickling brush of her pert nipple against his palm.

Sakura moans softly, drawing him back to her mouth as her hips sway into his again, backward then forward. This time, Sasuke is lost to the sensation, to his instinct and curls his own hips against her, rocking into her once, twice, then many more times at a building pace.

Soon she is panting into his mouth, their lips grazing against each other sloppily, hardly kissing at all. His hips snap against the round flesh of her behind, his member throbbing and dripping with her arousal and his as it slides back and forth over her softest lips.

Sakura , his mind chants. And perhaps between the tiny spaces and breaths between their dancing mouths, he calls her name aloud too.

“Ah, gods,” she cries softly, gripping her free hand over the one resting at her breast. She squeezes their fingers over herself and bears down on his shaft, slipping back and forth until he is nestled deep into her slit.

His grip tightens and he pulls his hips back as far as they will go without completely losing their contact– when he careens forward again, the very tip of his dips into what he can only describe as a well of pure, liquid heat before slipping forward and through her folds again.

Sakura’s hips jerk and she loosens his grip on his hair, her face turning away as she lets out a sharp cry.

He freezes, even as she continues to undulate against him, trying to blink past the haze that had taken his mind the last handful of minutes.

“Sakura,” he says breathily, swallowing thickly as the hand that was in his hair tugs at the blankets until they lay carelessly at the edge of the fire. “Should we…?”

“Don’t stop,” she hisses, reaching back once more to cup her fingers around his nape, pressing her hips back into his pelvis. Her breast presses more deeply into his hand with the arch of her back and he grits his teeth.

“If we don’t,” he pants, dipping his face into the curve of her neck and inhaling deeply, “There’s no telling how far I’ll go.”

His teeth graze the soft skin over her racing pulse and he bites down, sucking and nibbling at the spot recklessly. Distantly, somewhere his logical self is screaming, banging against the wall of arousal and pent up frustration to call for control.

Sasuke’s inner consciousness is silenced for good when Sakura gasps out, “Go as far as you can, Sasuke-kun. Take me with you.”

With a sound resembling a growl crawling from somewhere deep in his chest, Sasuke loosens his grip at her breast, sliding his hand over a muscular thigh and heaving it up, and back to hook behind his hip. Then he braces his hand at the crease between her thigh and pelvis, swinging his hips back until his dripping tip notches at the source of the wetness that has made them both slick and glistening.

The barest flex of his hip has the head of him teasing past the syrupy rim of her entrance and stars seem to take over his vision. He blinks to clear his head, sucking in deep breaths and restraining the urge to careen forward and sheathe himself inside of her as quickly as possible.

“Are you sure, Sakura?” he manages to grit out, gentling his grip at her hip and nuzzling his cheek against the edge of her jaw. “Is this what you really want?”

“Yes,” she breathes. Her hips tilt back, she opens herself to him more fully. “I want you so bad, Sasuke-kun. I need it.”

His breath falls out of him on a shudder and he grips her tightly again, brushing his lips over her shoulder, neck and jaw in what he hopes is a soothing manner.

“I’ve dreamed of this, too,” he murmurs, slipping his eyes shut as he slowly curls his hips, pressing against her soft flesh slowly until it gradually gives and parts around him. She lets out a low moan. “Ever since you joined me, every night you lie by my side…I dreamed of this.”

Sasuke’s entire body is trembling with strain, his member throbbing with each centimeter it sinks into her depths. Her walls flutter around him, her core squeezes and releases in maddening increments. The urge to slam the remainder of his length into her until he is buried to the hilt is strong, but he curbs that instinct, unwilling to cause her pain. He feeds himself to her inch by achingly slow inch.

“If this is still a dream,” he gasps, stilling for a moment as her inner muscles spasm around him, her body bunching tight when nearly half of him is inside, “I hope I never wake up.”

“Sasuke-kun,” she begs, hips tilting back and spine arching severely. “Please. Please .”

With a deep, shaky breath Sasuke slips his hand up her body, bracing her throat with his palm and cradling her jaw with his fingers. He opens his eyes, shifts to catch her glistening gaze and slides deep, until he can move no further.

Sakura’s head knocks back against his chin on a loud, guttural moan, and his tight grip on his restraint snaps.

Flesh meets flesh with loud, wet smacks as he rocks into her, gripping tightly at her jaw and pressing his forehead to her crown. Choked groans and uttered curses spill from his mouth as his perception of reality slips away, his mind only able to hone in on the sound of her rhythmic cries, the snap of his hips against her ass and the tight, slick grip of her sliding over him, again and again and again .

Sakura thrashes in his grip, hips knocking backward to meet his thrusts as her upper body arches away from him. His hold on her face, at her neck keeps her in place to receive each unforgiving thrust, his pace as wild and untamed as the fire blazing through his veins. When he opens his bleary eyes, his irises swirl, taking in and cataloging the sheen of sweat on her skin, the ripple of her toned muscles beneath. Her cheek is warm and wet with a combination of sweat and the tears trickling slowly from the corner of her squinted eyes.

Sasuke moans deeply, curling his body over hers to drag his tongue over her face, lapping at the salty perspiration before kissing his way desperately toward the corner of her mouth. He wrenches her head toward him so he can plunder her lips with his own, thrusting his tongue against hers in a pace matching the way his shaft burrows into her core.

“Sas-,” she slurs around his lips, sharp nails fixing themselves in the flesh of his forearm. His hips piston faster, more forcefully in response.

She is everything he has imagined, more . A culmination of every one of his fantasies, dreams and wishes made flesh. A keening whine builds in her chest and she gasps out his name, a shiver wracking her entire form as her nails dig more deeply into his flesh and prickles of pain sprout where her hand tugs at the strands of his hair.

“Let go,” he grunts, half desperate as he laves the skin of her neck with his tongue, sucking the lobe of her ear between his teeth. He smells jasmine, sweet fruits, rain, Sakura and now him all over her skin. “ My Sakura.”

“ Sasuke-kun! ” her voice is a shattering cry and her inner walls grip him so tight white flashes over his vision. Her hips stiffen before roiling in dizzying circles and waves, nearly dislodging him from her fountain.

A rush of liquid coats his shaft and both of their thighs between them and suddenly the heat bubbling deep in his core bubbles over, a tingle forming at the base of his spine as his hips snap forward once, twice before tunneling him deep inside the third time and pressing tight against her. His shaft throbs, jerking into her depths as he spills everything he has inside of her until he is sure some of his own essence leaks out to join hers between their legs.

They jerk and pant together for long seconds that could be millennia before finally the aftershocks fade, the muscles of his abdomen relaxing as she falls, weightless into his chest.

Sasuke cradles her close, squeezing his eyes shut as their breaths slow and the final twitches of his muscles cease. He can tell the air around them is beginning to cool but he still feels flushed, their skin sticking with their combined sweat and fluids.

He searches for trepidation, for guilt, but can find none. Only a deep-rooted satisfaction warms his chest, creeping into his extremities until he cannot resist a tiny smile from curving his lips before he presses them to the flushed skin of her shoulder.

“Some dream, eh?” Sakura breaks the silence quietly, emitting a small, slightly shaky laugh.

Sasuke hums in response, sliding his hand down, between her breasts to rest over her lower abdomen.

“Aa,” he says, huskily.

“Should we…talk about it?” she asks, her voice still breathless with exertion but carrying a tinge of hesitance that sets a fire burning in his depths.

“If this is a dream,” Sasuke muses, slowly untangling himself and relishing in the shudder that works its way down his lover's spine when he slips free from her core, “there are still many things to be done. We can talk in the morning.”

Sakura squeaks when he grabs her thigh and tosses her gently to lie on her back. Green eyes widen up at him, a deep flush spreading from her temples to the tops of her full, delicious looking breasts as he snatches a blanket, fanning it around his shoulders and then plants himself on his knees between her spread out legs. His gaze slips down to her soft, dampened pink curls.

“This part, I fantasize about often,” he murmurs dazedly, peering down at the milky fluid dripping slowly from her folds.

Sakura gasps before crying out when the blanket billows over both of them and he slides down to plant his face between her thighs.

End.

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as the rivers run

For Pomeyasha, by silentvoicescryingout

NSFW 🔞

A cool breeze whispers through the treetops, rustling the leaves and bringing forth the scent of pine and bark, of sweet air and nighttime. Murmurs sound all around—the fading song of birds falling to rest, the chirp of insects and crackle of fauna swaying to and fro.

Water bubbles and splashes gently against tiny, smooth pebbles. Tiny flowers bud along the grassy edges of the riverbank, petals pointed skyward.

Gentle light from above casts a glow upon the rippling waters— reflecting silver-blue on the gentle swells. The moon is big, full, bright enough in the night sky that the trained eye can make out the shapes and filtered colors of plants and shrubbery about the bank.

Moonlight casts a glow on Sakura’s hair, making it more lavender than cherry blossom. Wet strands cling to smooth, slightly flushed cheeks, droplets of water beading on her nose and below the plush of her bottom lip.

Sasuke cups a handful of cool water, bringing it up to trickle over the back of her neck, flattening the fine, pale hair into soft waves at her nape. A quiet hum sounds from between her lips as his hand reaches out to comb through the damp strands of hair framing her face, pushing them back to reveal the purple-colored diamond gracing her forehead.

“Is the water getting too cold?” he murmurs. His own hair, dampened into the inkiest black, sticks against the side of his throat, the shortest locks clinging to the curve of his jaw.

“No,” Sakura responds, shaking her head. The surface ripples as she shifts, turning slightly to present him with her right shoulder, so he may dribble more water down her back and wash away the sparse suds that remain.

“Good,” his fingers sweep gently over her skin, slick with cool water, the warmth of his flesh beneath.

“It was so hot out today,” she sighs. Her head tips back, and she cups water to splash over her chest. “The cool water feels nice in comparison.”

“Hn,” Sasuke mutters. His hand reaches out, drawing her close before rotating around her so his front is at her back. Water splashes at her hips as he takes a small step closer.

He gathers water by the palm-ful, cascading it over her body. At her collarbones, her breasts, the notches of her elbows and dip of her belly button. Fingers press gently to her forehead, urging her to tip it back against his chest so he can drip water at her hairline.

The cool liquid running over her scalp in streams elicits a shiver in Sakura’s form, the ticklish sensation both soothing and thrilling. Gooseflesh pricks on her skin, the peaks of her breasts tightening into plump, dusky buds.

She sighs, leaning further back into the strong chest behind her. Sasuke’s warmth at her back and the cool air nipping at her from the front is a cornucopia of sensation— a quiet, purring hum falls from her lips and the chest behind her vibrates with a deep chuckle.

“Are you planning on falling asleep here?” Sasuke asks, a hot palm sliding to brace itself at the swell of her hip.

“Maybe,” she mumbles. He huffs again.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he drawls. The hand resting against her tightens momentarily before his thumb begins moving rhythmically, sweeping in tiny circles against her skin.

“You’ll keep me warm,” she retorts. A quiet tch sounds above her head and she laughs quietly.

A shiver creeps down her spine when Sasuke fills his hand with water once more, then allows it to wash over the slightly warmed flesh of her back. She titters in half-hearted protest as he scoops more, lazily spilling it over her chest, causing her nipples to tighten further.

Sasuke’s hand slips around the dip of her waist, sliding up smoothly, casually until his finger tips brush against the underside of her breast. Then higher, it skims slowly upward until he is cupping her entirely in his palm.

Sakura blinks, her knees loosening, her weight falling slightly back into him once more. His hand is a gentle, but purposeful weight at her chest. He holds her with a confidence that is comforting; it feels long-tended, despite it being so new, their physical, intimate understanding of one another.

The wind whistles quietly again, rustling the treetops and accenting the sound of their deep breaths: in, out, pull, push, in sync.

Sakura’s head falls back once more, allowing her to peer up into the face tipped down to gaze at her. A shadowed flush crawls across the bridge of her nose, pools in her dampened cheeks. Her jade eyes, turned pale chrysoberyl in the moonlight, twinkle as her lips curve into the echo of a smile.

Sasuke’s hand slides away from one breast to brush over the other, before sweeping upward to allow his fingers to dip into the shallow nook of her collarbone. His fingers splay, reaching to touch gently at the soft skin of her throat, up to trace the line of her jaw, his index tapping light at the apex of her chin.

Her eyes slip closed as his fingers stroke against her petal-soft cheek, feather-light over her delicate eyelids.

His head dips, nose brushing into the soft, wet strands at her crown as his hand retraces its path, coming to rest at her breast once more. Her chest heaves with deep, slow breaths as he curls his hand over her mound, plumping it with the barest squeeze of his fingers.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, lips pressing into her hair. Or it could be the breeze, whispering like a lover into the shell of her ear, rippling the surface of the water until it laps in cool shocks against their ever-warming skin.

She is like the finest silk under his fingers, so smooth and supple it makes him ache. Wrapped up against him like so, this pink-haired spitfire, larger than life hero and savior seems small, delicate, breakable. She fits into him like a puzzle, plush where he is unforgiving, downy-pillow to his rusted steel.

Pure in the eye of the moonlight, illuminating his shadows.

They stand for long moments until the sky is more midnight than blue, the stars ever brighter, the moon shining, beckoning. Sasuke cradles her sofests parts, caging her in the bracket of his flesh, lest the gentle current sweep her away.

Sakura shifts, rolling her neck in a sensuous semi-circle, “Anata.” His favorite name. The best one of them, at least. Her voice is quiet, smooth and seeming one with the rustling grasses and murmuring waters.

Yes , he breathes into her ear, leaning low so his mouth is centimeters from her nape, eyelashes tickling against the highest point of her cheek.

She only has to turn the barest bit to peer into his mismatched gaze– only tilts her head an inch to allow her mouth to press against his. Lips meld, parting together to allow breaths and tongues and affection to slip between.

The hand at her breast tightens ever-so slightly again, anchoring her closer, warming her further. Sasuke’s breath drips from his lips, half a hum, half a sigh. Sakura drinks it in, sips from his mouth and is well acquainted with the flavor.

A pair of teeth nip gently at giving flesh, another tongue slipping out to soothe the sting. Sakura’s hand rises from under the river’s surface, sprinkles droplets that get whisked away by the brisk air as she reaches to grasp behind her lover’s neck, pulling him further down to slant her mouth against his with a ferocity belied by her playful nature and bashful tendencies.

A shudder works through Sasuke’s form– finally his hot-blooded body giving in to the chill of desire–and Sakura leans in, encouraging a rocking motion. They sway in time with the ripples of the water, until they don’t– then they disturb the surface, passion bringing with it its own kind of current.

“Turn around,” he rasps, licking into her mouth again as if to deny himself his own request.

She grins, catches his lower lip between her teeth and pulls away gently until the contact is broken, and she can twirl around to face him front-to-front. Her palms find his chest, pressing against each flexing muscle, index and thumb creating a frame in the center where his heart beats strong. Hard, fast and well within her grasp.

Sakura smiles wider. She traces the shadows of his muscular torso in the lowish light with her eyes, drags her gaze up and away from another feature vying for her attention. Jade meets lavender, and red, and she scoffs.

“Unfair,” she murmurs, trailing her finger tips in lazy swirls, drawing closer and closer to small nipples beading in anticipation. A dark brow arches in challenge. “You get to see me better than I see you.”

“Hn,” he hums, chest heaving on a deep breath as the tip of her pinky nail catches on one of his peaks. “I suppose I’ll have to let you feel me twice as much, then.”

How swiftly that loving gaze turns to liquid heat astounds her. Long fingers curl around her hip, calloused fingertips pressing in and dimpling her flesh. She feels the water part around her thighs as Sasuke tugs her forward, until there is not even room for a breath between them. The rise and fall of his chest and hers are forced to move in tandem.

Pale pink lashes lower, green eyes glittering in shadow as Sasuke draws himself to his full height, rolls his shoulders back and pelvis forward to meld them flush together, hip to abdomen. He throbs between them, an aching pulse below his waist superseding the entrapment of the water’s meniscus and breaking through the surface.

Sakura holds his smoldering gaze, but allows her hands to succumb to the gravitational pull: down, down they slip until her fingers are just barely tapping to the top of the water. Fluttering the digits of her right hand a few inches to the left brings them to graze against something smooth and hot, bulbous and peeking just above the lapping ripples.

Before her hand has the chance to dip beneath the surface, to explore the pillar looming below, the hand at her hip plunges down, reaching to wrap around the back of her thigh. Her left leg is pulled above the water, hooked wet and cool around a warm and trim waist. That dark stare looms closer as he bends to reach more of her, adjusting and fortifying his grip.

Sakura catches the stump of his right bicep with her left hand, the right shooting up to hook behind his left shoulder. An insistent tug behind her suspended knee compels her to hook one foot behind Sasuke’s muscular buttock. When he rises again to full height, she is dragged away from the sandy river floor, forced to balance on only her biggest toe until she swings her other leg through the water, to its place around the other side of him.

“Hold onto me, Sakura,” he susurrus. “Tight.”

Sakura clings to his shoulders, clenching her legs about his hips as he wades away from the center of the stream. The water level kisses at her navel, her pubis and then slips away completely as his strong steps move them toward the edge of the bank, where large, smooth rocks make an enclave of darkness speared only by a single rill of moonlight spilling from above.

When he finally stops, and the backs of her thighs meet cold, wet stone as he sits her upon it, she can hardly make out the fine features of his face. Only his eyes are clear to her, shining purple and crimson: her very own waning and waxing moons.

Her features are as clear as day to him. Gooseflesh litters nearly every inch of her skin, her eyes big and bright and closer to their true shade when sheltered from the filter of the moonlight. Cherry red lips part, plumped and swollen as her chest hitches with trembling breaths. Blossom colored locks cling to her neck and brush against her collarbones, trickling tiny rivulets of water down to her flushed, swollen breasts.

Sasuke moves forward, still encased in water down from the center of his thighs. He loosens one pale, supple thigh from its grip around him, encouraging the bend in her faintly scarred knee, fixing her foot flat against her seat. She gasps and he slips into the space created for him, notching their hips together and bracing his hand above her head on the rougher, dryer parts of the rocky ledge.

“I can feel you, Sasuke-kun,” she breathes. Her back arches, bringing her chest closer to his. Her lower half shifts as well, until it presses hot, slick against his center. “Let me feel more.”

A low groan falls from his lips before they come down to smother hers. Sakura braces her dainty fingers against the hard line of his jaw, swirling her tongue in dizzying patterns around his, sucking at his lips and sliding her way around his mouth in a way that makes him burn hot from the top of his head to his submerged toes.

Sasuke’s fingers dig into the divots of the rocky wall behind her, calluses scraping as he cants his hips forward, indulging himself in a warm, slick glide. A breathless moan squeezes out between their entangled mouths and he exhales harshly, shifting the lower part of his body back, then forward again to repeat the sensation.

Sakura’s crooked knee begins to buckle inward, falling against his side. He moves his hand to cup it, pushing gently, slowly until she is spread wide for him again.

“Stay like this, Sakura,” he murmurs into her mouth, peppering a sprinkling of chaste kisses to her mouth before pulling back to gaze at her fully.

Even as the flush on her face spreads to her chest, she lets her bent leg fall open more, the other sliding to her side, sweeping at the water with her foot. Graceful fingers rake through her hair, pulling it back away from her cheeks as she stares up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

A small smirk curls his mouth, causing Sakura’s pulse to thrum more insistently within the cage of her ribs. Long fingers trace a path from the knobs of her knee down to the crease between her thigh and calf. Further down, his digits slide, trailing over the inside of her thigh. Slower and slower the closer they draw to the place they belong.

“Sasuke-kun,” she pants, hips swiveling against her slick perch in an unconscious attempt to urge him to his destination.

He smiles in earnest, leaning forward once more to capture her lips. She whimpers into him as his palm presses hot and heavy against the flesh just at the crease between her thigh and mons. Sasuke tightens his grip, fingers kneading the muscle under the thin layer of fat, scorching her down to her bones and sparking each nerve ending.

Sakura’s cry is muffled by his mouth when he allows his hand to slide over her center, cupping her gently. He holds his hand there for a moment, relishing the heat and texture of her soft, petal-like folds against his palm. Then, he slides his hand up, down, using his fingers to separate those petals and test the nectar seeping from within.

He wets his fingers at her entrance before sliding them over the pearly nub peeking through the short, pink curls at the top of her mound. He frames the protrusion with his index and forefinger to open her more completely, and uses his middle to circle around the nucleus with a feather-light touch.

Sakura inhales sharply, reaching out with trembling hands to grasp at every part of him within reach. A set of fingers clench tight at the firm flesh above his elbow, the others cupped against the side of his neck. Her head tilts back and she blinks dizzily at the swirls of purple and red glowing down at her as Sasuke’s finger gradually increases its pressure, toying her with a heavier, maddeningly slow touch.

“Don’t tease me,” she says tightly, swallowing a gasp as he inches down to gather more of her spilling wetness before returning to the task of tracing circles around her throbbing bundle of nerves.

“I’m not,” he replies, his voice a charming combination of smooth and gruff. When he shifts, she feels the proof of his desire, burning hot and rigid against her resting leg. “I only want to take my time.”

To enjoy you better . Sakura knows this is what he means, even without him speaking the words allowed. Because she knows him so well, or because he has said the same each of the times they have come together since the first.

Sasuke lets her rush and persuade him anywhere, for anything– except in this.

A half-frustrated, half-fulfilled groan falls from her reddened lips and Sasuke bites back a chuckle. He lightens his touch, but allows his three fingers to press over her distended clitoris, moving in tight circles at a steady, consistent pace. Her breaths quicken, knee swaying inward for a second before swinging back as Sakura sighs out a moan, her hips curling toward his hand, small fingertips digging deliciously into his skin.

“ Yes , anata,” she gasps. Sasuke hisses before leaning forward to drink from her mouth again, trapping his hand between himself and her thighs as he stokes the flames of her desire.

He weathers his own swelling arousal, pressing into her thigh as she moans against his lips and grinds herself against his hand. Withdrawing for the barest second causes her to snap away from their kiss, but whatever protest she has primed is swept away on a hitched inhale as he slides one finger into her core.

Sakura’s hips rock into his hand, her walls fluttering around the sweeping, dexterous intrusion. Sasuke quickly finds that spot inside that causes stars to flash across her vision– she is a very good teacher of anatomy, and he a terrilbly good student–curling the digit against that special bit of flesh. The pressure is gone too soon as he withdraws, but she is rewarded tenfold when his finger returns accompanied by another, gliding inside smoothly, coaxing her into what could easily become wanton frenzy.

“Lean back,” he orders quietly, his voice no louder than the waterfall rushing somewhere in the near-distance, but potent nonetheless.

Sakura’s body slumps backward, her head tipping back against the smooth stone behind her, back arching toward the night sky. Pearlescent drops of water, sweat or both bead over her chest, slipping down the slope of her mounds and pooling in the divots of her abdominal muscles. A particularly deep thrust of Sasuke’s fingers evokes a twist in her waist that causes those muscles to ripple underneath her smooth skin.

She can only suck in gasping breaths, eyes wide and nearly-useless for the lack of light, only able to see the glowing moon and glittering stars through the haze in her vision. Sasuke shifts to brace the stub of his left arm against the wall of rock behind her, shifting so close that his chest obscures her vision. He crowds her, a wall of solid warmth and pure masculine strength. Her gaze roves over him in a daze, catching on the shifting of his muscles as he works her body from below.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispers jerkily, swallowing a mouthful of saliva and straining to lift her chin higher, to catch a glimpse of his face. “I’m going to come.”

A low groan breaks from his chest and his fingers move more rapidly, filling her and withdrawing within the span of a second each time. The breath is siphoned from her lungs as sparks begin to ignite in her veins. Lewd, wet sounds filter to her ears, soon to be drowned out by her own keening moans.

Sasuke’s tomoe spin in piercing, whirling revolutions as Sakura breaks apart before him. His eyes catch every minute detail: the way the fine hairs on her body rise to attention, the flush that creeps upward from her budding nipples to the soft skin beneath her eyes. The string of saliva connecting the roof of her mouth to her tongue, the vibration of her vocal chords in her throat as she lets loose a guttural moan, her flexing calves, her furrowed brows– every moment recorded perfectly, forever stored in his mind.

It is moments like these that make the curse of his kin all the more worthwhile; some moments, like these, he would never choose to forget.

Quick little breaths puff from her red, wet mouth and Sasuke leans down to kiss it. Gently, his lips brush over hers, suckling lightly at first the upper, then the lower, before he covers her entire mouth with his and parts his way between them with his tongue. Pale pink lashes flutter spasmodically, her body still shifting with tiny jerks as he lazily slides his fingers in and out of her core, teasing the outer rim of her entrance and spreading the abundant nectar seeping out over her folds.

When his fingers slide in deep once more, he feels the fluttering of her inner muscles, the throb of her pulse from within. A sweet sigh fills his mouth as Sakura begins to shift about her perch; she undulates in tiny circles, dancing to a rhythm only she can hear as he continues his gentle, lackadaisical ministrations.

Soft fingers meet silk-covered steel as she reaches for him, gripping dainty digits around his heavy, pulsing shaft. She gives him a gentle squeeze before opting to trail her fingers lightly over the engorged flesh, tracing a path down from the weeping head resting at the middle of her thigh toward the smattering of fine black hair at his pelvis. He moans softly into her mouth and she smiles, nipping at his full lower lip with her teeth.

Water splashes against her leg as Sasuke shifts to center himself in front of her. She curls her fingers around him to keep him within her grasp, peeling open heavy lids to blink up at glowing purple and red orbs. A knee brushes against the calf of her still-submerged leg, nudging it to the side until she is spread wider, cool air rushing between the small space that separates them. A shiver works down her arched spine as the breeze catches on the wetness between her legs.

Sasuke’s eyes slip shut for a brief moment when the hand holding him intimately slides in a gradually upward motion, before slipping down once more. He reopens his eyes to gaze down into Sakura’s face as she sweeps her hand up, twisting her wrist slightly at the end so the very tip of him strokes against the soft center of her palm before stroking back down, tightening her grip along the way. Jade irises glitter up at him between half-open lids and thick pink lashes. Her full bottom lip slips between her teeth as she strokes him again, setting a building pace that has his hand clenching over the flesh of her inner thigh.

Bracing his palm against the taut muscle there, he extends his thumb to press over her sensitive nub, applying gentle pressure and moving it in small circles. Her nostrils flare on a quick intake of air and the rhythm of her hand falters. Gazing into her widened eyes, he continues to stroke his thumb over her, only straying from his target to gather a bit of the juices leaking from below to aid in the slip and slide over that tiny bundle of flesh. Her lips part, cheeks flushing as she tightens her grip, trying to renew her urgent pace. His arousal is quickly forgotten as he continues to stoke her building climax, her small hand loosening until he is only but cradled between her finger tips.

“You’re distracting me,” she accuses breathily. Her eyes roll back slightly before fixing themselves on his face again.

“Aa,” he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips over the lavender rhombus on her forehead. The pressure of his thumb strengthens and his stroking motions become more focused.

“You want to make me come again,” these words fit around panting breaths are not a question.

“Aa,” he allows himself a small grin before he presses ever-closer to Sakura again. He sucks a red spot into the underside of her jaw before moving to join their mouths.

“Sasuke-kun,” she moans around his lips.

Her breasts brush his chest as her leg breaks through the surface of the water to hook, cool and wet around the back of his thigh.

“Won’t it be better if you make me come with you inside me?” she whispers, peeking at him through her full, pale lashes. In response to a flex of her leg muscles, Sasuke sways forward until his hips are nearly flush against hers.

His hand never pauses in its movements between them. “Aa, and I will. When I’m ready to. I’m taking my time, remember?”

Sakura moans quietly when two long fingers sink deep inside of her again. Sasuke’s thumb presses over her sensitive nub while his digits slide forward and back, curling on each outward stroke. He puts the force of his body behind each thrust of his hand, disturbing the water around his hips. Quiet swashing sounds accompany the slick glide of his fingers, accented by her gasping breaths and hushed cries.

A night bird starts up a lilting tune, crickets chirping and the rustling of grass swaying in the breeze echo back. Sakura joins in the forest’s midnight song, her groans and utterances increasing in pitch and volume until her back arches up again, each muscle bunching tantalizingly under her smooth skin. Syrupy wetness spills over Sasuke’s hand as he continues to glide his fingers within her fluttering and grasping walls, reaching deep and spreading his digits wide in increments, scissoring them open and closed.

Ecstasy rolls inside of her as the rivers run, near constant ebbs and flows leaving her gasping for breath, hips jerking against her lover's hand unconsciously, out of her control. At some point, Sakura’s moans fade into hoarse little whimpers, the blurred line between exquisite pleasure and oversensitivity drawing closer and Sasuke’s fingers tease her on the outside and within at a leisurely pace. Her bent knee swings inward in response to a gentle flick against her pulsing clit and she curls her hips away from his hand in a flinch.

Sasuke’s voice rumbles out in a soothing murmur and he carefully retreats, sliding his fingers away slowly, gently. That hand, still slick with her juices, trails featherlight over warm, prickling flesh until long fingers grasp at her forearm, encouraging her to slump back into the wall behind her.

Delicate lids lower to shutter her vibrant green eyes and he leans down to pepper light kisses over each one. His affections move upward to her temple, then down to her flushed, damp cheek. Warm breaths puff against his face as her quivering form relaxes by the moment. His hand slides up to cup her nape as her head lolls backward, eyes blinking open sluggishly. Viridian green shines in the darkness, contrasting against pitch-black, blown out pupils. Sasuke’s mouth curves in a small smile as he sweeps his gaze over her face, taking in the lax expression and lingering on her flush, swollen lips.

Those lips curve into a weak smile of their own before the lower is slipped between pearly white teeth. Two small, warm palms press firm against his chest, creeping over the corded muscles of his torso until they rest in the divots of his hips. Sakura allows one hand to venture further, grasping his heat in her fingers once again. She drowns in his gaze as her hand slips over his hardness, path slickened by the pearlescent liquid seeping from his tip.

“Sakura,” Sasuke whispers, leaning down to brush his mouth against hers.

She slips her tongue in between his lips, curling it around his as her hips inch forward, her thighs bracketing his as she shifts until her shoulders press into the stone behind her, buttocks hanging over the edge of her seat. Cold water laps lightly at her flesh as she hovers over the ripples, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Sasuke’s rough palm slides down to rest at the center of her back, fingers splaying wide as she tightens her grip over his straining shaft, guiding him forward until the wet, hot head of him bumps up against her slick and swollen folds.

A deep groan falls from his mouth into hers as she guides him to slide against her, parting her petals with his tip and allowing him the briefest taste of her warmth, coating his end in her juices to spread and mingle with his own. His fingertips press into the soft skin of her back, dimpling the flesh and digging into her lean muscles. Deep breaths cause his chest to heave, expanding until he can feel the scrape of her hard nipples against him. Hips flexing, he rocks into the motions of her hand, letting his shaft slide over and between her folds.

Sakura nudges her hips upward, undulating against him and allows his head to bump against, even notch at her entrance. He slips away from the temptation each time, brushing upward and delighting in each of her shivers as his arousal swipes over her clit.

“Sasuke-kun,” she murmurs between languid kisses. Her breath hitches when he catches at her entrance again, rushing out of her in a gust when he again slides past her soaking core. “That’s enough.”

“Is it?” he breathes, licking at her mouth and grinding forward with a touch more force until her thighs clench tight around him.

“I want you,” she whispers. They speak to each other in such low voices, as if the river or the trees or the creatures of the night would speak and spread word of such intimate moments.

“Aa,” he smirks slightly, pulling back just enough so that only their foreheads brush. He treats her to another excruciating, grazing thrust, stoking her flames higher but leaving her burning and empty within. “You have me.”

Sakura whimpers, and a dark chuckle filters to her ears. He nuzzles his face against hers as his hips continue their gentle rocking, his own breaths quickening and fingers flexing with restraint.

“You know what I mean,” Sakura gasps, turning to press her mouth against his cheek, warm breath spilling over his face. “I need you, my love.”

She feels when he falters, when the endearment slips past his defenses and renders him hers for the taking. A shudder works its way through his imposing form and a deep, sucking inhale expands his ribcage. His lips press hard into hers, claiming her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. She murmurs between them, breathing soft pleas and calling to him, Anata , and her love , a couple more times for good measure.

The hot palm at her back slips down to cup her behind, tilting her hips up as he slowly draws his own back, raking the bottom of his shaft over her folds for one last time.

His thick, hot crown rests at her fluttering, waiting core and she sighs in satisfaction. Her lashes tickle his cheek as he presses butterfly kisses to the edge of her jaw. When his body sways forward, the head of him parts her folds, breaching inside of her with a gradual, aching stretch. The inner muscles of her thighs tighten, trembling as she opens for him, pulling him into her warmth. Her heels dig into the back of his legs, urging him to press deeper, come into her faster.

“Easy,” he coos, rolling his hips and feeding her another half inch of himself. She pants, her insides clenching around him before she exhales deeply and her muscles relax. A languid, circular wave of her hips brings him a fraction deeper and his lips curl. Another kiss falls on her cheek.

“More,” she sighs.

Sakura runs her fingers over every inch of his torso, reaches high to tug at the hanging strands of his hair. She murmurs sweet nothings, soft encouragement, voice dripping seduction and urgency and desperation all as he sinks into her slowly.

By the time his hips press flush against hers, the downy black hairs at his pelvis intermingling with soft, pink curls, his chest is rising and falling rapidly, his fingers clenched tight over the plush flesh of her buttock.

His hips swing back, only barely faster than they came, and they both glance down to watch his shaft reappear by the inch, glistening under the moonlight with a thick coat of Sakura’s nectar. He pauses when only the very head of him remains wedged inside of her, shifting his feet in the soft, pebbled sand below. Anchoring his toes and moving his hand to clasp at her hip, he pushes forward again, a long, smooth stroke that tears a moan from both of their chests.

Water sloshes around his hips, splashing lightly in shocks of cold against the back of Sakura’s thighs at startling intervals as he strokes inside of her at a maddening pace. He glides deep, until she feels the pressure high in her abdomen before pulling nearly all the way back each time, her slick walls grasping at him and clinging together to fill the gap he leaves behind.

A flush has taken permanent residence in Sakura’s cheeks, splotches of red spread over the upper part of her chest. Her breasts, full and rose-tipped jiggle gently each time Sasuke’s hips bump into hers. The muscles of her abdomen flex and release, the area just above her mound distening slightly with each long, inward stroke. Sasuke moves his hand briefly to brush over, to press his fingers gently into that spot and they both take a hitching breath. Her spine curves, thrusting her chest up and head back as she mewls and cries into the night.

Deep moans underscore her musical sounds, in time with the rhythm of wet flesh smacking together, sloshing water wetting her perch and contributing to the slickness between her thighs. Red and black and lavender orbs swim in the darkness, rotating dizzyingly as they fix on the shaft plunging between blushing, puffy folds, capturing each drip of her essence.

The splashing sounds grow louder and more frequent as Sasuke’s movements quicken, just ever so slightly. His teeth sink into his lower lip briefly before attaching themselves to hers, tugging the soft flesh into his mouth to suckle as he pushes himself as deep as he can go, daring to attempt going further. Despite her pleas for more, for faster, her insides begin to undulate around him, guttural moans and gasping cries filing the air between them as her hips buck into each of his thrusts, his flexing thighs taking on her weight as passion pulls her from the stability of her perch.

“ Sasuke ,” she rasps, one small fist clenching around a handful of his locks and the other hand splaying over the center of his chest.

He leans more fully into his thrusts–tilting his hips to that with each outward stroke, he brushes up against that textured patch inside of her. Her back arches more, pulling her face away from his reach. Pretty red lips part into an o shape, the tendons of her neck straining as a sharp cry squeezes out and her hips stiffen against him before roiling like an unsettled current.

With a violent, stuttering breath, she shatters. Warmth and wetness gush around him as his name echoes around him and his eyes slip shut, nostrils flaring and catching onto the scent of flowing water, wet grass and budding flowers. His member is bathed in liquid heat and squeezed in dizzying pulses, urging his hips faster.

The sudden increase in pace incites a choking gasp, and his lover's fingers dig near-painfully into his chest. That bite of sensation causes his eyes to flit open and he slips his hand up to press into her back, stepping forward to tug her flush against his body as he works into her faster, deeper. Moisture compromises his grip and he bends his knees, replanting his feet to bear more of her weight.

“Hold on tight, Sakura,” he murmurs breathlessly, stroking his hand up and down soothingly as he anchors her against him to receive his forceful thrusts. “Wrap your arms around me.”

A half-moan, half-sob rings in his ear as she throws her other arm around his neck, sharp nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder. He bites back a groan, pressing his forehead into the side of her neck and sucking a bruising kiss into her throat before laving at the spot with his tongue.

He pants into her skin, whispering nonsense and affection. His words, a mixture of praise, of promises, detailing his devotion and describing how good she feels.

Sakura clings to him with her arms even as the grip of her thighs around his waist falters, sending her legs splashing back into the river, the water feeling icy against her hot, flushed skin. His hand falls from the place it had found on her hip just long enough to snake under the back of her left knee, pulling it from the water and hooking it into the crook of his elbow. He slams into her, pace steady and strong, the new position sending him careening into her at an angle that sends tears rushing down her burning face.

When she falls apart this time, Sasuke only increases his pace, and ferocity, a long, deep moan spilling from his mouth. His teeth latch on to the flesh between her neck and shoulder and he groans her name, shaft thickening inside her before jerking and pulsing in her depths. His hips continue to piston in and out as he spills all of himself inside, grinding against her as if to reach deeper than ever before, coating her insides and himself with milky white seed. Blackness and then blinding white light obscure his vision for a few stretched out seconds before it fades back in, bringing with it the image of his lover, glistening and beautiful within his grasp.

For long minutes they clutch at each other, muscles twitching and little gasps filling the air as their bodies slowly come down from the peak. Sakura mewls quietly at the last faint bite Sasuke gives to her shoulder, sighing sweetly when his mouth traces up to brush against her slack lips in a chaste kiss.

A strong gust of cold wind rushes over the damp flesh between them and when Sakura rocks with a shiver, Sasuke straightens slowly. A shudder wracks through his own form as he slowly drags himself from her depths, his sensitive skin tingling with satisfaction and a distant revival of his arousal. His arm curls around a slender, cool waist, tugging her high up on his chest.

Sakura’s legs tremble as the wrap around his back, squeezing weakly as he begins to wade slowly through the water, his own muscles quivering as he trudges toward the bank. Soft kisses sprinkle over his chest and clavicle like warm raindrops as the water level lowers from his hips, then knees until he stands at the edge of the river, submerged only a few inches higher than his ankles.

Smooth skin slides down his front as he lowers her to her feet. She sways, resting a hand on the stump of his left arm for stability as he bends down. He cups water in his hand, murmuring an earnest apology when it trickles cold between her thighs as he goes about washing their combined essences away. His fingers brush against her intimately, but featherlight as he cleans his remnants away. Perhaps his touches linger longer than is strictly necessary, but he is careful with her reddened, sensitized flesh nonetheless.

He rises to stand tall again, beckoning her with a tip of his chin as he reaches to draw her into his chest.

“I can walk,” Sakura states, a chuckle underscoring her words. She steps back away from his arm and its attempts to bracket around her waist and pull her up again.

“Sure about that?” Sasuke mutters, face seemingly stoic save for the glint of mirth shining in his dark gray and lavender eyes. His gaze sweeps down over her quivering thighs and the just barely noticeable knocking of her knees before flitting back up to her face again.

A dark brow arches and a tiny smirk tugs at his lips.

She rolls her eyes, hugging her arms around herself as she steps away from the shore and reaches for her towel. Sasuke comes to stand behind her, quickly plucking the cloth from her grasp and fanning it around her shoulders. He rubs at her briskly, brows drawn in concentration, in an attempt to bring warmth back into her goose-pimpled skin before she bats him away with a laugh that feels too loud in the dead of night.

After practically being forced back into her clothes, and swallowed by Sasuke’s too-long cloak, Sakura is able to convince Sasuke to postpone building a fire in favor of returning to the resting spot.

His fingers hold hers tightly as they venture, shoulder-to-shoulder, through the lightly beaten path in the woods, meandering toward the cave they will call their shelter for the night.

Despite the air being cool and their hair being damp, warmth blossoms in both of their chests. The scent of wood and wild herbs fill their noses with each breath, rustling leaves and cooing creatures making nature’s song. Their bodies bask in shared warmth, lingering aches and tingles and echoes of sensation.

If they strain their well-trained ears, they can still hear the bubbling of water over small, smooth pebbles far behind them as the river flows.

End.

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