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When Cherry Blossoms Fall	By : inuyoukai8 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5807 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sakura stood alone in the moonlight for a long time. The winter wind ruffled past her, bringing a bone deep chill that she ignored. For within herself she felt far colder. Tonight she would meet her lover. Tonight it would be the last time. She’d spoken to Tsunade about this issue at length.
Shishou was a hard woman, but she wasn’t cruel. She’d known Sakura had been luring Sasuke from hiding for some time. She’d said nothing, hoping, as Sakura had for so long, that it would convince him to return to Konoha. It was a possibility, for there must be some part of him that longed for home, missed it. Otherwise he’d have killed Sakura in their first battle alone.
He hadn’t.
And he hadn’t denied her or injured her when had purposely encroached on his territories. He’d warned her away. “Sakura, one day you will pay for my time in coming to see what you are up to.”
But Sakura has seen the ways his eyes moved over her. She knew that look. He had wanted her.
So she’d gambled. Hoping her luck was better than her master’s.
It had been.
She’d stood stock still in the high branches of a tree in the moonlight and waited. She hadn’t even bothered to dodge him when Sasuke had hurtled from the shadows toward her. Let him think her less than what she was.
He’d slammed her back against the bold of the tree, pinning her there with an arm across her throat. “I told you not to come after me” he growled at her.
“I’m not here to bring you back” she’d said and watched confusion flicker over his face for only a second.
He’d crashed his lips to hers then. A conqueror bent on his conquest. Sakura forced her lips to soften slowly and gasped at the touch of his tongue to her bottom lip.
Sasuke had groaned and fisted his hand in her long pink hair. In this way it had begun.
The first few times he had not been truly gentle but in the weeks that followed that too had changed.
She felt him before she saw him, a spark of energy that made her lower stomach heat. His chakra signature enough to arouse her. She didn’t move, let him come in behind her and said nothing when his back pressed to her chest. She merely leaned back and closed her eyes.
“Sakura” he purred into her ear, dragging his nose along the line of her neck. She shivered and gave him more access. “I told you not to come here.”
She turned then, met his sharingan with a placid green gaze. “You always say that” she reminded him. His hand slid to her waist drawing her closer to him.
“You never listen.” But his tone was heating.
“Sasuke? Will you come home with me?”
“You always ask that.”
“You never answer”
He pressed their bodies close together, his scent of green tea and ozone wrapping around her. “You know I won’t”
“Yes”
Sakura welcomed the crush of his mouth against hers, the way his hand fisted in her hair, the way his other arm wrapped tightly at her waist. Her mouth opened and she took the plunging thrusts of his tongue deep, a mimicry of what would come later this night.
Her hands tore at his clothing, pushing his shirt away to expose more of this flawless white chest. No scars lingered here, testament to his power. She tore her mouth from his and used her teeth to tear at her gloves, wanting to feel his skin with every part of her. This last time.
Sasuke watched her tug her vest zipper down and toss the heavy garment away. Then she was on him, a ball of sweet smelling hunger. He caught her against his chest with a grunt and let himself kneel. There was frost on the ground; this was not where he wanted to touch her. He gathered her close and leapt into the air.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“There’s a cabin by the river.” She felt the deep rumble of his voice through her body and tucked her face into the warm crook of his neck. She could see that cursed seal in the faint light. She wanted to carve it from his skin; instead she traced it with her tongue hearing him hiss.
All too soon they were face to face in the dim firelight of the small hut. He was tearing her clothes from her and she gave him no resistance. She let herself fall onto the futon, naked to him. She watched as he removed his own clothing, revealing the sculpted muscles of his form to her eyes.
“Come to me Sakura.”
And she did, rising onto her knees to kneel before him. The pale column of his shaft brushing her cheek. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her high cheekbone. “How lovely you have become” he murmured. And he meant it.
She turned her face to nuzzle him, her pink tongue darting out to lap against the weeping tip. His spine straightened, and his hands threaded gently through the riot of pink strands as she licked at him, running her tongue along the shaft wetting him to make this easier.
“Ugn”
Sasuke’s eyes squeezed shut as Sakura took him into her mouth, her lips pursing around him, cheeks hollowing with her sucking motions. He forced his eyes to lock onto her, sharingan memorizing every subtle action. She couldn’t take all of him, which was ok. Her hot wet mouth on him was enough. Gods but he’d missed her, not that he’d ever say it.
He pulled her off of him, feeling himself get to close to that edge. “Not like that Sakura. I don’t want to come like that tonight.”
She licked her lips, tasting him there and saw his sex jerk in reaction. She knew he was a very visual man, more so than most. So she lay back against his blankets and ran her hands over her breasts, cupping them, pulling at her own nipples. “Touch me” she pleaded with him.
Sasuke knelt near her, his callused hands sliding up her calves to her toned thighs. His fingers passed over her slit, finding the slick wetness he had caused and smirked in satisfaction. Dipping his thumb into her folds he gathered moisture and used it to tease over her pearl.
Sakura jolted at the sharp contact, even as two of his fingers sank slowly into her heat. “Ahh”
“Keep touching your pretty breasts” he commanded, watching her as he pumped his fingers into her. For long minutes he kept at her, keeping her dancing on the knife edge of pleasure. He was lying beside her now, nibbling her neck and collar bone, lapping at nipples she’d made red for him.
Her muscles were fluttering, her orgasm close but Sasuke waited until she releasing to push himself inside of her. He had once said it made her even tighter for him. She clung to him, nails digging in to the flesh of his shoulders, her teeth finding purchase in the seal on his neck and she keened.
Sasuke loved the tight clenching resistance he felt when she orgasmed, the hot wet of her body both restricting him and hungrily snatching at him. It was only ever like that with her. He didn’t wait for her to come down, he slammed himself into her again and again, listening to her wail under him.
He rolled them, lifting her hips and dropping her. Sakura watched him though heavy lidded eyes, he was staring at where they were joined. His dark hair mingled with the cropped pink of her own, her petals parting to reveal the slick slide of his shaft. Sasuke pressed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of that delicious picture and Sakura ground herself hard against him.
Sasuke let himself get lost in the wet slapping of flesh on flesh. When he needed his own release, he flipped her over and plunged into her from behind. He knew she’d have small bruises on her hips and ass from him come tomorrow. He wasn’t sorry.
Sakura felt the bruising thrusts he was delivering. All she could do was tense up enough to slow them, and this brought her that strange pleasure pain that was Sasuke. She came again, feeling his chest press to her back, his breath choppy. As usual he was fighting his own release, trying to prolong it as far as he could.
Sakura reached a small hand between her thighs to massage his testacles, “Come for me Sasuke” she moaned in that low throat tone he liked so much, “I want to feel it.”
And he did, growling low in his throat, Sakura looked over her shoulder to see the mark unfurl and spread across his skin as he threw his head back. His warmth coating her walls. The mark receded and Sasuke leaned against her back for a long time, not caring that they were sprawled gracelessly in a heap.
His length twitched within her and then slowly he pulled himself from her with a soft hiss. He watched the pearly trickle that followed and felt himself slowly harden again.
Sakura bid him farewell as dawn broke, he was sleeping soundly having loved her through the night. She carefully rose, capturing a small sample of his semen as it escaped her body in a vial. Then she put her clothes on and leaned over him, brushing his hair back. In his sleep he reminded her very much of the boy she had once loved. They boy who had abandoned them all.
Sasuke woke when Sakura leaned over him, his eyes cracking open as her lips blossomed against his brow. His arm came up to wrap around her waist and he drew her down for a deep dueling kiss. When they parted he frowned, “Sakura….”
She was already heading for the door, “Hmm?”
“That tasted like goodbye”
She stepped through the door, “So it did”. And it hurt to say despite being prepared for it.
She had been falling, hurtling at speeds she couldn’t comprehend towards that dark twisted pleasure that he gave her. The heartbreak of an orgasm at his hands. Once she had longed for them, dreamed of them, and now they would never be enough.
That mark would kill him, or Naruto would. She hoped it was the former because Naruto didn’t deserve that pain. She touched her chest where the vial of Sasuke’s legacy sat warmly between her breasts; this was all she could do for him now. Make certain that his bloodline didn’t die out too.
So Sakura finally let go, she broke the tie and left him sitting on his futon. She couldn’t know how long he sat there or what he thought of. He even contemplated going after her, but to what end? She'd not leave the Leaf and he'd not return. This was finally it, it seemed. He sat lost for a long long time, his contemplation of what he’d just lost
Something that he'd never truly found.
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