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When Cherry Blossoms Fall	By : inuyoukai8 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5805 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sakura’s house sat at the edge of the lane. A quiet home nestled between towering trees with a little wind chime that rang cheerily. Bright yellow daffodils grew in brightly painted pots lining the painted steps leading to the front door, a gift from Ino.
Sakura had grown up in this house and when her parents had died several years ago, it had become hers. At first she had been in shock, too numb to understand. Tsunade had given her time off from the hospital and sent her team to check on her. It had been nearly two weeks.
Kakashi and Naruto had found her sitting in the dark of her parent’s room, wide eyed and staring. They’d not said a word, merely crossed to the bed and gathered her between them. She was fighting so hard to be strong. She was a Jounin now, and they certainly didn’t cry…right?
She had felt Kakashi brush her hair from her eyes and then his large palm and cradled the back of her head and drawn her closer until the three lay tangled on that bed. She surrounded by the love and warmth that was her team. “Let it out” he had whispered against her hair.
She’d cried for hours and the two on either side said nothing. They stroked her hair, her arms, and her back until she had finally drifted off to sleep, exhaustion having finally won its battle. Kakashi’s shoulder was soaked with tears and he stared up at the ceiling, Sakura clinging to him like an errant vine. Naruto curled against her back, her fingers laced tightly through his.
The next day she had asked them to help her box up her parent’s belongings. It was hard, she said, to let go when she was surrounded by them. It was like living with ghosts. So they had called Sai over and the four of them had carefully gone through every room. There were several items that she wanted to keep, sentimental and small but most would go.
“You know Sakura” Sai said in his soft way, “I did not have a childhood home. Not like this.”
She had paused in packing away an old lamp and looked at the men in her life. Naruto had been orphaned at birth, Kakashi left alone at a young age. None of them had ever had what she’d had. Parents who had always been there, bossed and scolded.
She suddenly felt like a heel for taking it for granted. What had seemed so irritating to her was exactly what they had missed.
Sakura crossed the floor and wrapped Sai in her arms, “Then this is home. For all of you. We will make it ours.”
So she became a woman possessed, a woman with a mission. She purchased slipcovers from couches and chairs. She couldn’t afford to replace the furniture. She did give their bed away and bought a new mattress set. They tore down the old wallpaper and Naruto’s shadow clones painted the entire house inside and out in a single day. She been surprised but he’d merely laughed and said he’d do anything for her.
The paint fumes were so bad they’d all spent the night in Kakashi’s tiny room.
Within a month, the house looked completely different and Sakura was ready to move on. Her grief and become an endeavor of love to carve a small space in the world for only team 7. Her parents had always wanted more children and had bought a house with five rooms. Sadly there had only ever been Sakura.
She made one room into a makeshift clinic, with Tsunade’s permission. Those Anbu who didn’t need the full resources of the Konoha hospital could go to Sakura for healing if needed. Sure, Sakura sacrificed sleep from time to time but she was glad to help.
The other rooms she set up comfortably. Naruto spent more time here than in his own small rooms. Sakura supposed it was the feeling of coming home to something other than a tiny vandalized room that appealed to him. It was fine with her; the house was too large anyway. Sai and Kakashi each had keys and they came and went as they pleased, though they still knocked out of politeness.
So months had passed.
Sakura stretched her back as she straightened from her patient, “I’m sorry Anbu-san” she said, “I have stabilized you but you need to get to the hospital. There is only so much I can do here. You have internal bleeding and I can’t fix all of it here.”
“Damn Sakura…I hate that place.”
Hands on hips she had glared into the eyes peering through the mask, “Go Genma. Or you might not make it for me to patch you up again.”
His team had gathered him up and hurried away to carry out her orders.
She sighed as she watched them leap from the sliding glass door. She was tired. Too keyed up to sleep and her body was so stiff it hurt.
She glanced at the wall clock; Naruto should be home soon from his mission. Would he be banged up too? She laughed, softly to herself. Since joining Anbu he was rarely hurt. He’d gotten so strong over the years that his dream of being Hokage was more of an inevitable reality. And still no closer to bringing Sasuke home.
Sakura was just turning to take a shower when the sound of key meeting lock caught her attention. The door swung open quietly and Naruto peeked inside. “Sakura-Chan why are you still up?”
Blue eyes roved over her in careful inspection, lingering on the spot of blood on her shirt. “Patient?”
“Yeah are you hurt?” She said tiredly, then smiled and crossed the room to hug him.
“Nope”
“Welcome home Naruto. I left dinner on the stove for you ok. I’m gonna go clean up.”
Naruto gave her a quick squeeze and nodded. He went to his room, dropping his gear off and then headed to the kitchen. Sakura had left him a large bowl of Ichiraku ramen. He grinned as he set about reheating it.
Sakura let the hot water beat on her sore back for a few minutes before turning off the taps and toweling herself dry. It was getting colder and no doubt Naruto would want a hot shower too and the water heater didn’t always hold up so well with two back to back showers. She dragged on clean panties and an overlong shirt she’d nicked from Naruto’s room.
Then she pulled the door open and went to find her roommate.
Naruto was sprawled lazily against the couch, his head thrown back on the cushions, one arm thrown across his eyes. His shirt was off and the top two buttons of his pants undone. She said nothing, but padded over to sink into the cushions next to him. His hair was damp, indicating he’d already showered.
Naruto didn’t even budge except to drop his other arm around her as she snuggled against him. This closeness was a regular occurrence for them. Hell half the time of one had nightmares they’d curl in the other’s bed.
“I missed you” she said softly, eyes closed, cheek against his chest.
“Missed you too.” He rumbled back, his large callused hand stroking up and down her back to her neck. He lifted the arm then, “Sakura are you alright?”
Green eyes lifted to him and he noted the dark circles under them. “Just a little tired.”
More than a little by the looks of it. “Come on, let’s put you to bed.”
She shook her head, “Too tense, won’t be able to sleep.”
“Did you ask Kakashi for one of his back rubs? You always seem to really like those.” The tiniest hint of jealousy crept into his voice.
“He’s on mission. So is Sai.”
Naruto shifted, pulling her across him, until he was lying on his back and she was on top of him. Sakura said nothing of being dragged along for his little experiment in contortionism. “There we go”. Stretched out fully, face to face, he dragged his hands over her back and hips. Nimble fingers working on knots within the muscle.
Every once in a while she grimaced as he found a tender spot and her body would tense. “Too rough?”
“N...no” she said and dropped her face into his chest. Soon enough her body began to relax grow pliant and Naruto smiled as she let a little moan of happiness when a particularly large knot finally released beneath his pestering thumb. He ran his hands under the hem of the shirt to bunch and knead her skin as she had done so often for him.
Sakura could have cared less that her panty clad rump was on display. His hands felt too good to complain. His fingers slid to the slight swell at her lower back and pressed into the muscles. Sakura cooed her appreciation and wiggled a little to get more comfortable.
Naruto felt his body react to her warmth, sounds and movement. Sakura’s hair had come loose from the clip atop her head and spilled across his chest and shoulder. He turned his head in to the candy colored mass and inhaled. She smelled of flowers and cinnamon.
He slid his palm to the back of her neck and worked on the delicate arch, then squeezed the back of her skull forcing those muscles to ease as well. She lifted her head against his hand to gain more pressure. Eyes closed, mouth opened on a small sound of relief.
Her body felt electric. From gentle pressure to deep tissue and back to gentle pressure, Naruto had raised her skin’s sensitivity. Every touch felt like warm honey and she wanted to melt along with it. A heat was growing her lower stomach. His hard muscle beneath her, his scent all around her. Sakura had no choice but to admit that she was aroused.
It wasn’t the first time she’d felt it around him. She had no right to burden him with such things. She had chased after Sasuke so long. Made Naruto promise to bring him back. Something he still fought to do even now.
How could she make him understand that long ago she’d given up on the Uchiha. Her heart slowly seeing Naruto for who and what he was. The one who never let her down. The one who stayed. Now that he meant so much she didn’t want to lose him but she couldn’t voice her feelings. It just didn’t seem fair to him.
Naruto couldn’t bear it. The faint scent of her arousal reached him and he hungered for her. This was enough. This was the end. Sasuke would never return to love her as she dreamed and he was tired of waiting for her to see that.
He’d blast that fucking Uchiha from her heart with his Rasengan if he had to. He fisted his hand gently in her hair, watching her eyes open fractionally, and then he lifted his face and touched his lips to hers.
Sakura gasped at the contact and pulled back slightly, searching stormy blue eyes. “Naruto… I”
“Don’t fucking say it” he growled, “He’s gone Sakura. I’m not. I’m not.”
Sakura felt the dam break and pressed herself tightly to him, her lips fusing with his. ‘Let him feel it.’ She silently prayed, ‘Let him feel that I don’t want Sasuke. I just want him.’
Naruto angled her head just so with that fist in her hair, and pressed at the corner of her mouth. Her lips parted and his tongue swept inside, gently touching, tapping. The barest hint of touch that served to enflame her. His hand moved from her waist to her bottom, cupping her, squeezing. Sakura moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in the golden hair at his nape and she stretched against him, her legs falling on either side of one of his.
Naruto lapped at her mouth as though he had nothing but time. He refused to rush anything. He was savoring her scent, her taste, her touch. Finally.
He released his grip on her hair and slid his hand under her shirt to splay his hands against the bare skin of her back. He raised his knee between her legs and bumped against her sex. She ached and hissed. His own sex jolting to rock hard life at the sound. She sat up, shifting to straddle him. Her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her mouth was red, wet, swollen.
He sat up and dragged her against his chest, his mouth on her again. This time at her throat, his sharp canines nipping, his velvety lips soothing. His tongue touched the lobe of her ear before his teeth tugged at it making her moan. Her fingertips brushed over the hard definition of his chest and stomach.
Sakura felt the hot liquid pool in the cotton of her plain panties. Naruto had barely touched her and she was going up in flames. Against her ear he inhaled deeply and growled. A low feral sound. For a moment she drew back to see if Kyuubi was present. But blue eyes locked with hers. Noses touching.
He held her captive in that blue world as his hand slid over her stomach catching the material and drawing her shirt over her head. Then his knuckles were brushing the underside of her full breasts. A thumb stealing out to brush over the hard nipple.
Naruto pushed her back and off of him, his damn pants were too tight. He quickly shed his clothing. Sakura stood beside the couch, flushed and dazed. Her eyes took him in with slow deliberation, widening when she reached that long secret part of him. Naruto was thick and long.
“Did you think anything about me would be average?” he asked then, a wicked smirk playing across his features.
She blushed a deeper shade of rose and shook her head; she glanced over her shoulder towards the hallway leading up the stairs to the bedrooms. Naruto seemed to understand; oh he’d have her on the couch, the floor, the table, everywhere he could. But a bed would serve better for this tonight.
Slowly she watched him take her hand and start towards the stairs. “This is your last chance to deny me” he told her as he reached the bottom step. ‘Please don’t’.
She shook her head, “I don’t want that.”
Before she could even blink she was thrown over his shoulder and he was moving up the stairs. All she could do was watch his tanned cheeks slide against each other with each step he took. It was a nice view. “What are you doing?” she asked with a slight laugh, raising up against his shoulder.
“Seducing you.” He said simply with that goofy grin that she loved so much.
They headed right for his room and he set her on the floor as he quickly lit a low lamp. “I want to see all of you” he explained. She stared at his bed. So familiar and yet so alien. She’d slept here many times. The images of all night horror movie parties and bad dreams flashed past her mind’s eye.
She’d never look at this bed the same way again.
She gasped when strong hands cupped her breasts, fingers tweaking her nipples. His mouth was at her shoulder and she let her head drop back against him. One of his hands was sliding down her stomach to brush over the wet material covering her core.
He groaned feeling the damp spot and pressed against it. Sakura bucked in his grasp. He rubbed her through the cotton for a few moments.
Sakura cried out when his bare, hot hand slid beneath the material and he touched the bundle of nerves. He rolled his thumb over it and she felt her legs turn to jelly. He pushed her forward to kneel on his bed. A kunai slid against her flesh, slicing the fragile cloth and then she was bare to him.
Naruto took a moment to just look at her. Kneeling before him, legs parted, sex wet and glistening. “You’re so hot Sakura.”
His voice sounded almost reverent and Sakura jolted when his hand was on her again. This time smoothing over the globe of her bottom and then he tucked his hand beneath her and slid two fingers into her heat. She felt his lips blossom against her back as he worked her slowly, gently. Nipping kisses across her shoulders, lower back, even her backside.
She pushed back against his fingers, loving the feel of him inside of her. She whimpered when his hand left her and she felt his wet fingers on her thighs. “Move up. I need you badly Sakura but I need you to come first.”
She crawled a little further on the bed and then spike bond hair peeked at her from between her thighs. She started to protest, surely that was dirty. His hands held her still and then his mouth was on her. Warm, open mouthed kisses along the thin skin of her thigh, the crease and then his hot tongue touched her. “Naruto!”
She groaned as the dexterous appendage slid between her folds, tapping and teasing against the pearl there. His fingers pressing into her again. Naruto ate at her like a man starving, her juices coating his lips, the sweet salt of woman. Sakura bucked and writhed against him, keened his name and Naruto said a silent thank you to Jiraya for writing such detailed instructions in his books.
Sakura trembled against him, breath coming in harsh pants as he lashed her with his tongue.
“Naruto! Please, I… I can’t!”
He growled against her and slammed his fingers home curling them as he sucked that nub he’d been tormenting.
Sakura threw her head back and screamed at the power of the orgasm that raced through her. Fast as lighting she was on her back and he was over her, lined up and then he fused their lips together. She could taste herself on his mouth and it made her hotter. She arched into his body, curling arms and a leg around his hip.
Eyes open and locked, he slowly entered her body and the same time his tongue entered her mouth. A matched precision of slow sensation.
He stretched her and she closed her eyes, head falling back in the pillows, nails scraping along his back. Her thigh tightening on him as he pulled back. Naruto set a slow, gently rhythm. He told himself he had to last, despite wanting to fling himself headlong into loving her.
She moaned and mewled against his ear, her teeth catching his lobe and sucked hard. He groaned against her, rolling his hips against her. His pelvic bone bumping that hard bead again. She sobbed his name as he caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, letting himself slide harder against her.
He panted her name against her head, like a litany to the deities. Willed her to be bound to him in this and all things for always, because heaven knew he was.
She urged him to go faster but he refused, keeping that slow, grinding motion. He would show her that he was different in all ways.
Her head was pressed hard against the linens, her pale throat arched to him and he ran his nose along it, before closing his teeth over her and circling the thick blue vein with his tongue. His hand slid down to catch calf against his hip and he stroked the silken flesh there.
The bed creaked and groaned but the two moaning lovers were lost to everything but touch. Sweat rolled off them making them shine and suddenly Sakura tightened around him, her whole body trembling uncontrollably and then bowing at a nearly impossible angle. Tears leaked from her lash line and her mouth opened with a hoarse cry.
Naruto felt her release rush through her, scorching him and with a grunt he burying his face in her neck and slammed into her once, twice a dozen times in a rapid succession and then the world went white.
He came to long minutes later, heart racing, breath ragged and beneath him lay Sakura. He rolled off of her, and pulled her into his side, dragging the covers up over them. She was already nestling in against him. He pressed a kiss to her brow. “We belong Sakura” he told her quietly, “You belong. Here with me.”
She stretched up and gave him a sleepy kiss and then tucked her head beneath his chin and fell asleep. He waited several long minutes to make sure she was staying asleep and summoned a shadow clone.
“Go to Hokage Tower, take this report and tell Baa-chan that Sakura needs a few days off. She’s exhausted.” Then the clone popped away to see it done and Naruto curled against his friend, his team mate, the love of his life. He’d never let her down, and he’d never let her go.
He supposed the morning was soon enough to tell her that Tsunade and the council had chosen him as the next Hokage.
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