Chapter Five
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For almost as long as I can remember, I’ve loved Haruno Sakura. She’s difficult, she’s annoying, she talks far too much, she makes me do crazy things, and she’s almost impossible to understand but she means everything.
She makes me feel alive.
Loving her has never been something I’ve had a choice about.
Never.
I remember the very first day we met; I was just a kid then, hardly fourteen years old. I’d just transferred to her school, and as usual, everyone from the teachers to the students were fawning over me. Being from one of the most powerful clans in Japan had that effect on people. As for the girls, they had their own reasons for fawning. I wasn’t complaining though: in my life, as far as women were concerned, it’s always been the more the merrier.
That was before though- before I met Sakura.
Naruto had already told me about her (at the time she was his little crush), so of course I was curious. Partly because of the things Naruto had said, but mostly because I’d never even heard of anyone with pink hair before. When we were finally introduced, I had been completely floored.
She was beyond beautiful, beyond perfect, even in all her giggling awkwardness.
The first thing she did was smile at me with shinning emerald green eyes, and say: “So you’re Sasuke-kun. I’m Sakura, Haruno Sakura.”
Of course it was nothing extraordinary, but it had me, a kid who was pretty damn mature for his age (what with all the sleeping around), nearly blushing. In fact, I was so determined not to show how nervous she made me that I responded with: “You’re annoying.”
Ever since then, our relationship had been a strange one.
It’s been so long now, that I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t the most important thing to me. Admittedly I have a ******** up temper, so on most days I don’t treat her as well as I should. Today is definitely one of those days.
She pissed me off.
I had only two choices after listening to all the bullshit she was sprouting and finding out she wasn’t pregnant, and they were: ******** her till she can’t think straight, or to walk out.
I walked out, as tempting as the other option was.
I needed a smoke, and I needed to think.
Being apart from her for so long, and being forced to act as though my feelings for her had died had made me realize a few things. One was that, I wanted to marry her, and as soon as ******** possible. I wanted to tie her to me for good; I wanted to create a situation where despite whatever new way I found to ******** up, she would be unable to leave me; I wanted the world to know she belonged to me, and it seemed like marriage would do the trick.
But Sakura said she didn’t want to marry me.
This was what pissed me off.
To add insult to injury, she’d taken back the words she’d spoken the other night and claimed what we shared was just sex, that it meant nothing, and that we weren’t in love. Was she ******** crazy? Did she think I generally stuck around with other women? Did she think I was the type of guy who would start of family with any b***h I was ******** who got knocked up?
She knew better than that.
Sakura knows me: I generally don’t give a s**t about other people.
No one really matters to me.
It sounds cold, it sounds heartless, but I don’t really care.
Sighing a little, I rubbed the bristly hairs on my jaw, and fished into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes. I needed a shave, and I needed a smoke. I hadn’t been doing much of either since that night at the club because Sakura has kept me otherwise preoccupied. She also claims cigarettes kill you.
I tell her life kills you.
I don’t smoke as much when she’s around anyway. Like I said, as much of an a*****e as I am I’ll still do whatever it takes to keep her satisfied.
Sticking the white cylinder between my teeth, I quickly lit it and shoved the lighter and box back into the back pocket of my dark denim jeans. It was a cold afternoon and I had left my car in a thirty minute parking zone outside Sakura’s apartment.
It had been a few hours already, and chances were I had received a fine.
Sure enough when I got to my black Aston Martin DBS, which was parked around the corner, there was a little colored slip tucked behind the wipers. ******** it. The thing was registered under my father, so he’d foot the bill at the end of the month.
It was one of the few things I’d accepted from him after graduating high school.
My issues with my family, which Sakura knows next to nothing about, is one of the many difficult things about me she’s had to tolerate. The special thing about her is that although I’m constantly in her business, she knows to keep out of mine. It’s not that I wouldn’t like to share things with her (although communication isn’t precisely my forte), but there are certain things about my history that she’d be better of knowing nothing about.
Getting into my car, I started it up and almost instantly reversed and pulled onto the empty street. I was waiting at the traffic light just before Sakura’s apartment when my phone beeped. I’d thrown it on the leather passenger seat earlier that day, and knowing that the message was probably from some girl I’d slept with at some point, I decided to ignore it.
I needed a ******** drink.
Badly.
The tobacco hadn’t done much to calm me.
Actually, what I really needed was Sakura, naked, legs open and in my bed, writhing beneath me, but that wasn’t going to happen until I could trust myself around her.
The last thing I wanted to do was fight with her.
Not so soon after such an exhausting split.
I say exhausting because it’s exhausting having to spend three months being jealous of everyone she spoke to male or female, everyone who received her attention. It’s exhausting having to pretend every woman I tumbled into bed with during that time had pale pink hair and luminous emerald eyes. To put it simply, it’s exhausting to go from not giving a ******** to being crazy in love, and trying to transition back to not giving a ******** again.
Another beep.
And another.
I looked at my phone, and for a moment seriously considered throwing the stupid thing out. But then, realizing it would be a bother to reinstall some of its more unique features, I reached for it and checked my inbox.
All the messages were from Sakura.
Each message contained the same words: I’m sorry. Let’s not fight.
I turned the car back around.
Maybe I wouldn’t need the alcohol to calm me after all.
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Sakura gasped. “Sasuke.”
I kissed her, chewing on her bottom lip, and pulled back long enough to get the rest of the clothes off her body. Then I stepped back a moment, and pulled off my shoes and jeans before pressing against her and dragging my fingers down her naked torso. Within moments, I had her out of her panties (pink lace? Cute), the material slipped off and discarded.
Sakura was lying on the bed now, white fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly as I kissed down her body, running my tongue across her hipbones. She was quivering as my fingers grazed between her legs. Strange to think of how she shied away from this kind of contact, though I know she found it pleasurable.
When I bent to kiss her inner thigh, she jerked up, and I had to force her back down, murmuring words of comfort. Sakura nodded at me dazedly and her long, bristly lashes fluttered and lowered as I gently inserted a finger into her. I heard her gasp softly at penetration. She bit down on her bottom lip, rolling her hips a little as I pushed further inside her, my forefingers teasing her c**t.
She whimpered, begging for more as I tortured her, slowly stroking her inner walls.
I could feel how tight and wet she was, ready for me, but I decided on something else. Bending low, I parted her legs with my hands and pressed a kiss to the very core of her. She arched up against me, nearly feverish with pleasure, as I deepened the kiss, sucking and lapping, swirling my tongue around the fleshy wet warmth, and stopping to flick the tiny pink nub that brought her to a silent, but intense release.
I watched her a moment, admiring the way the late afternoon sunshine poured in through the open windows, bathing her face in its golden glow. She looked beautiful, lying there with her long, silky hair spilling across the white pillows, face slightly flushed, and chest heaving invitingly.
Very beautiful…
And very ********.
I could think of a hundred different things I wanted to do to her, but it would have to wait for after she caught her breath. That moment came a second later, when her emerald green eyes fixed upon mine, and she reached out to touch me, whispering my name in a breathless, lustful voice.
I kissed her mouth a little possessively, and then pulled back, cradling her face in my hands. She was perfect to me, even with, and especially because of, her peculiarities. Sakura reached up her hands, and threaded them through my hair, pulling me down for yet another hard, hungry kiss. My hands slid down her back, kneading flesh from time to time.
She made me crazy.
She made me forget until everything consisted of just her, just us.
I positioned myself between her legs, knowing she could feel the hard length of my arousal pressed against her inner thigh, demanding attention. She grinded her hips against mine, almost begging me to take things further but I held back.
I didn’t want to rush through this.
I was determined to bring her to a second orgasm before slipping inside her, but when Sakura began leaving small, desperate kisses along my face, down my throat, against my jaw, whispering her need into my ears, my resolve melted.
A vicious cold shudder ran down my spine and spread through my flesh as I easily slid into her. She felt incredible. I grunted, fighting against the wet tightness of her body, my movements unrestrained and uncouth.
Sakura bit down on my shoulder, attempting to hold back the screams, as I repeatedly thrust into her. Maybe I should have gone slower, maybe I should have resisted the urgency, but Sakura didn’t care- not when I hit that small place inside her that when stimulated, could give enormous amounts of raw sexual pleasure.
She was desperately moaning my name now.
Her walls clenched around me tightly, even as I slipped out and thrust back into her, hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall, hard enough to make her whimper and tighten her sweaty grip on my forearms. Her nails bit into my skin, leaving behind angry red crescents, tattoos of fervor.
“s**t.” The words were a short gasp, something between a groan and a shout.
She arched up against me, and our gazes met, even as a wave of unbridled, desperate lust washed over me. Clenching my teeth, I adjusted my hold on her hips and increased my pace, finding a rhythm that was nearly frenzied.
Sakura cried out in pain, tears of shock starting to her eyes, and I cursed. “********, sorry.”
She shook her head, shakily whispering, “T-that’s okay.”
Stopping for a moment, I bent my head and kissed her gently, apologetically, before resuming at a slower pace. Afraid I’d hurt her again, I moved carefully, ignoring the desperation of my throbbing c**k. It still felt good to be inside her, although the demon within whispered for me to ******** her harder, faster.
The urge was ignored.
“Do you feel better? Is this better?”
Thick lashes fluttered, and she looked up at me, almost dazed. As usual, I felt nearly mesmerized by the different shades of green within her darkened, lustful eyes. “It feels terrific.”
The words were a soft sigh, uttered deliriously.
I bent and kissed the tip of her nose, meeting the upward movements of her hips with my own. Slipping my arms under her, I pulled her close, holding her still against me, trying a new angle of penetration.
Sakura hands moved so that her fingers gripped my hair. “Ah, Sasuke.”
She shivered, and then her entire body went taut in orgasm, even as I continued to drive into her. Climax arrived languidly half a second later, each wave passing through me in electric waves of wonder. My eyes shut, colors dancing behind closed lids. I stiffened and then groaned in release, before my body went limp and I collapsed over her.
Sakura coughed, pushing at my shoulders in protest. “Sasuke, you’re too heavy- I can’t breathe.”
I grunted in response before rolling off her, still trying to catch my breath. A moment later she climbed onto me, and lay her head down on my chest, closing her eyes. I reached out a hand to gently stroke her cheek, tracing a line down to her bruised, red lips.
Instantly I felt a rush of guilt.
Maybe I’d been too rough with her?
“Sasuke?” She whispered softly, without opening her eyes.
“Hn.”
“Why do we always do this?”
When I didn’t respond, she looked up, resting her chin on her hands. “Have sex instead of sorting out our problems I mean.”
I shrugged. “Because you’re a sex addict.”
She smiled a little and then sighed. “I’m serious. I want to talk.”
She sat up, long hair spilling down over one naked shoulder. Sakura was resting dangerously close to my c**k now, which was once again approaching a semi-aroused state.
“Talk?” I questioned, my mind already on other matters. Like the best method of ending this conversation without being rude or hurting her feelings, so that I could instigate round two.
Sakura nodded, bouncing up and down a little as a result, and I groaned at the delicious friction.
Was she trying to kill me?
Turning us around so that she was the one lying on the mattress, I bent my head to cover her neck in small, ardent kisses: “What about?”
Sakura placed a small, disapproving hand on my chest, stopping my actions. “No, don’t.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t think when you do that.”
“Don’t you like it?”
I licked the outer shell of her ear, and she whimpered. “I do-.”
“Then stop thinking.”
“Sasuke-,” she whined softly.
I covered her mouth with my own, effectively silencing her.
Women talk too much.
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He was right.
I was an addict.
And Uchiha Sasuke was my drug was my drug of choice.
What had I wanted to say earlier? The thought had left me completely, and I could barely remember my own name, much less anything else. Not when Sasuke was kissing me like this- kissing me until I was so breathless and flustered I could barely recall my own name, much less anything else.
My fingers curled against the soft hair at his nape as his hot mouth slanted firmly over mine, tongues battling for dominance. I was exhausted, my body still hurt from the effort it had taken to keep up with his powerful strokes last time, but I couldn’t help the warmth that pooled into my stomach or the small tremor that traveled all the way down my spine at his ministrations.
He’d hardly done a thing, and already I was wet for him.
Sasuke’s large, warm hands slid down my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake, to lift my thighs, tugging them up to embrace his hips. He shifted a little, and a low moan escaped me. The tingling between my legs was evolving into something more urgent, and a part of me wished he’d hurry up and end this delicious torture.
Sasuke bent his head a little, and I closed my eyes, expecting-
Suddenly, he froze, head titled to the side as if listening for something.
There it was: faint yet incessant knocking.
It was definitely coming from the front door.
I propped myself up on my elbows, and Sasuke glanced down at me: “Expecting anyone?”
“No,” I told him, gathering the sheets around my body. “I wasn’t.”
He sat up, running an irritated hand over his disheveled black hair. “I’ll get it.”
“We could ignore it, and hope whoever it is goes away?” I offered shyly, hoping he wouldn’t leave me. We barely got to spend any time together…
But Sasuke was already up, donning his dark boxers quickly. “Not by the sound of that knocking.”
I sighed, and rolled over, shutting my eyes. “Whatever. Go if you think it’s that important.”
He must have heard the note of angry bitterness in my voice, because he climbed back onto the bed so that I was once again trapped beneath him, bracing his arms on either side of me. “Sakura, look at me.”
The words were uttered a little coldly, but I could tell he wasn’t trying to be cold.
“No.”
“Sakura.” The note of warning in his voice was clear.
“Sasuke,” I repeated in the same tone of voice, without opening my eyes.
He stayed silent. I could tell I was frustrating him, and a small, needy part of me was enjoying the attention. In the distance, the knocking was only growing louder…and more annoying.
“You’d better answer that,” I told him, quietly.
“Then you’d better look at me.”
I opened my eyes, fixing him with my most injured look. “What?”
He placed one hand on my cheek, and actually tugged at it- as though I was a sulking five-year-old or something. “Didn’t you say we shouldn’t fight?”
I shrugged. “We’re not.”
“Good.” There was a short pause, almost of deliberation. “Let’s get married.”
I laughed, a bit awkwardly. “Married?”
He sounded dead serious. “Yes.”
“You’re joking-.”
“I never joke.” Without waiting for a response, he got out of bed and walked to the door. Stopped just outside of it, Sasuke turned to me: “Think about it until I get back.”
Then he walked out.
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When I left to open the front door, a few things were going through my mind.
The first was that maybe I shouldn’t have proposed to Sakura in such an off-hand, careless manner. Girls expected eloquence, and romance in such situations. Sadly, I’ve never been especially eloquent or romantic. Brevity has always been my strong point.
The second was that I didn’t have a ring. I’d have to buy her one, although that would be breaking with tradition. My mother would want her to have an heirloom, and of course, to meet her.
The third was that this presented a problem, because I do not intend for Sakura to ever meet my family- not for a long while at least.
So, as these thoughts were running through my head, I pulled open the door.
The last thing I expected to be confronted by was an angry shout, followed by a high-pitched scream.
The last two people I expected to see in the world were standing out on the doorstep, with one looking extremely pissed off, and the other on the verge of tears or a panic attack.
There they were, Sakura’s parents: The Haruno’s.
Just when things are starting to get better, life shits on you. Typical.
Mo0n-cHan:: Okay, so this chapter kind of took off on a life of its own as I started writing and now I feel extremely shy about posting it up. I don’t know if it’s good, or if it’s OOC, or what but I’m going to go ahead and share this anyway. Hopefully you guys will like it. If you don’t, obviously my little heart will be broken, so to reassure me everyone should post a review. Don’t worry about if it’s too long, or too short or anything: I don’t discriminate! As usual, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Your comments warm my heart, as stupid as that sounds. In the next chapter’s author’s note I’ll be sure to address some of the questions I’ve had, and respond to a few of my most inspiring reviewers.)
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