Georgina Summer

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Summary: It was a convenient marriage. He wedded her because of his goal to resurrect his clan, but he had never thought that he would fall in love with his own wife.

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Convenient Marriage

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Act I

Gorgeous girls in fantasy stories are as ordinary as clouds in the sky. Peach colored cheeks with sparkling eyes and dashing smiles that could rival the twinkling stars in the sky and soft like melody voice.

Haruno Sakura had all of the above, except perhaps her inhuman strength that could put any princess' wavering personality to shame.

In short Haruno Sakura is more than merely lovely, her wit and kindness brought other people to worship the ground she stands. Her medical abilities and kunoichi prowess is acknowledge by many of her subordinates and friends. And these are the reasons why the great Uchiha Sasuke concludes to marry her.

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Uchiha Sasuke is desperate.

Never had been in his whole life where he had been this desperate, and the cause of his dashed hope is his need of an heir. Rebuilding his clan is his next task, but it is quite a challenge for the sole survivor of the Uchiha clan to find the right matriarch when in reality he knew quite a few girls in Konoha to choose from. So he settled for the next best thing, Sakura.

Not only he knew her since they were mere genin but he knew her undying love for him, even after he left the village, Sakura's love for him didn't falter even the slightest, so asking her to marry him is quite an easy task because he knows she'll accept and because Uchiha Sasuke have faith with Haruno Sakura. Sasuke didn't also fail to notice that the children in Konoha adores her, they all love her, Konoha loves her.

So Sakura it is…

Sasuke drummed his cold fingers against the wooden railings of the bridge waiting for the rest of team 7 to show up. At some point he heard a soft steps padding through the wooden floor of the bridge and knew exactly who it was.

"Good Morning Sasuke"

Sakura was standing like a fallen angel. The sun light passing through the lush green leaves of the tree gives a halo effect on her sleek hair, off her doll face, off the delicious line of her mouth.

She is wearing her usual training clothes with her matching black leather gloves that would look quite horrible to the other girls yet it looked so sensual and quite so erotic on her.

She looked every inch of a docile, fragile girl who couldn't hardly break a single vase and yet the fire in her glowing green eyes and proud posture reminds him of a goddess who had just won a brutal battle. A woman whose eyes showed no fear nor restraint.

A rather terrifying fallen angel, really.

Being raised in a family consisting of people given with good looks and bewitching beauty, Sasuke knows how to appreciate beauty and Sakura has his regards.

Sakura smiles at him and that smile was enough to make him bolt away, she slowly moves towards him and Sasuke just caught himself from stepping backward.

Sasuke swallowed a smirk when a group of small children ran towards Sakura and almost knock her off her feet, they were pulling her hands, insisting her to play with them.

At that moment he was more than determined to pursue Haruno Sakura to be his wedded wife.

Act II

It was late at night when Sakura saw him standing alone in the dark Konoha streets just outside the hospital she's working at. Sakura just finished her shift and was about to go home and relax until Sasuke showed up and demanded to have a private talk with her.

"Uhm, Sasuke can it wait til tomorrow? I'm quite tired and it's almost 3 in the morning." She said rubbing her eyes to remain focus.

"No" he answered flatly.

Quite frankly, Sakura have no time talking with an impatient, demanding bastard in the middle of the dark Konoha streets and in the middle of the night. She was tired as hell and all she wanted was to be safe and warm in the confinement of her plush bed and not with the company of an angry jerk, so as an impulse she turned her back and started walking away from him.

Of course, not until she felt a non too gentle grab on her wrist and turn her back in place, and in front of a pissed Uchiha. She was about to ask him what the hell was his problem when Sasuke spoke and that immediately shut her up.

"Sakura" he said, "I have come to ask for your hand in marriage."

A short pause then,

"W-what?" another pause.

"What the hell are you talking about Sasuke? This is not funny." She asked, watching his face.

He winced slightly. "I need an heir," he pauses, "I need to resurrect my clan, and in doing so, I need your help."

"That's It? That's the only reason?" she thought.

Sakura waited, but he wasn't going to say anything else. Of course she could refuse him. How dare he propose to her in the middle of a creepy dark street and talk about clan's resurrection? She opened her mouth to give him a set-down. A sharp one too, but then she remembered, that once upon a time there was a clueless romantic girl who wishes for this day to happen, she remembers the familiar feeling of her heart racing like a mad horse on a derby race every time she sees him and God, oh God how much she loves him.

"Fuck you." she breathe looking down at her red polished toe nails.

Sasuke blink, for a moment or two he was appalled to hear her say such crude language.

"Excuse me?"

"But, what about love?" Sakura said, so soft that Sasuke barely heard her.

Sasuke looked at her, irritation showing off in his eyes.

"There is no such thing, and would you risk the rare accord we have with each other for such fleeting mirage, Sakura? I could and promise I honor you above any other woman on this earth and always will do, but that is all I can give you, so if you'd stop thinking up obstacle and agree with me, I'd be oblige to you."

"You'd be oblige to me?" she echoed, torn between the terrible temptation of his offer and those seemingly careless words.

"I'll be relieved and thankful if you'll just say you'll marry me," Sasuke said with nothing but a bit of emotion. "so stop playing with me, Sakura, and make me the answer we both need to hear."

It was close as she'd probably ever get to a declaration of love from a man who knows nothing of the subject at hand, and Sakura let herself consider whether she could live the rest of her life without hearing anything more. Considering the alternative, which was to refuse him and either live her life alone or marry another man solely for the pleasure of bearing children, she finally made up her mind that she would.

"Very well, Sasuke," she said rather stiffly, "I will marry you."

And she didn't even got any response from him other than a simple nod of approval.

"Asshole…"

Act III

Once upon a time there was a foolish, romantic girl who dreamt her days away, longing for her fairy-tale lover who left the village in search for his own destiny and adventure, and she knew her wild dark knight would come home and lay his hand and his heart at her feet one day.

Which was why Sakura reflected, as she struggled against an odd sense of unreality that fitted fairy tales better that it did a sunny winter day, she had just became Uchiha Sakura, wife of the acclaimed cursed clan of Konoha, and one out of the two would just have to do.

Speechless for once, Sakura sat on her- nay-their bed inside the Uchiha compound master bedroom and remove her finery with relief, despite the fact she loved every stitch of her kimono wedding dress and vow to herself that she'll treasure this wonderful wedding dress forever.

The rhythmic stroke of the brush as she released her hair and cascades down her seductive shoulder down to her lush waist line almost calmed her, she looked around the room and froze when she saw herself in the reflection of the mirror and met her own gaze.

There she saw a sultry young woman with gorgeous face, long pink hair and blood red lips. She look every inch of a finest courtesan in all land brought as a present fit only for a King.

And Uchiha Sasuke is the King.

Sakura knew she was beautiful; people shower her praises and compliments ever since she reached her teens and she is confident with her own self, but not tonight. Would Sasuke find my breast or thighs too plump? Are my lips too pouty? Does he think my hair is too long? He likes long hair doesn't he?

"I'm scared.." she said , her voice had that faint strain of anxiety that Sakura fancied she could only hear, making a colorless conversation with herself.

Sakura ran a hand through her hair when Sasuke strode into the room with splendid grace. He is wearing a simple haori that shows his chiseled chess and he looked incredibly handsome.

Sakura look at him with innocence in her eyes and Sasuke returned that look with burning passion and eyes darkened with lust, then he rushed towards her like a predator locking on its prey.

Sakura was surprised when Sasuke none too gently tore open her robe showing off her ample breast and push her roughly down the bed.

"Is this how people make love?" she thought.

No, not love, she reminded herself sadly, even as his mouth ground down on her neck in a savage demand and his powerful body pinned her with little consideration for her slighter frame and relative inexperience.

His hands were everywhere and she wondered ludicrously if he'd suddenly grown an extra pair, then she took in the way her body was writhing uncomfortably underneath him. She heard the fine wool of her satin robe rib like rotten gauze under his impatience, listened to a curse that should have made her blush to her very ears when he encountered the brassier she wore underneath her robe.

The fine material of cotton wool just slipped away and he reached his first target before she had time to even shiver at the loss of its warmth.

His large hands cupped her breast emphatically. Nothing coaxing or worshipping about his touch. There was just lust, stark and searing hot in his examining eyes as he observed them rising high and rounded in his kneading, assessing hands.

He positioned her carefully, as if watching her in thrall to this wild seduction pleasured him nearly as much as the prospect of taking everything she had to offer, and perhaps as little more.

He used his thumbs to urge her legs apart, to reveal the heat and scent of her body has to offer, with exploring hands as he drew them mercilessly upwards, then shockingly he bent his head and licked and suckled and thrust his tongue into her most intimate centre until she forgot herself enough to let out a small gasping scream that Sasuke muffled with his prying hands.

He didn't seem to be able to stop himself. Sakura's full breast rubbed against his chest and left streaks of fire, and she was twisting under him, moaning and crying so he deliberately took off his clothes and carelessly threw it in the corner of the room and positioned himself into her entrance and without so much of a warning he thrust himself and drove into her with deep powerful surges and extreme pleasure without so much as pausing for Sakura to get accommodated with his size. Sakura was in pain, so she grabbed his shoulders; eyes flew open and shouted in pure agony.

"This hurts, Sasuke," she cried "this hurts!"

Yet Sasuke pay no heed to her shouts and pleas as he continued to savagely thrust inside her and satisfy his new found lust. The primal dance of life on the earth's broad back..

And somehow he finally met his climax and collapsed into her and places his head between the valley of her breast.

Sakura lay limply on the bed feeling the weight of her husband's body sprawled carelessly on top of her and felt the terrible ache between her legs finally building up. In their first wedding night, Haruno Sakura broke into an anguish sobs.

And realized that Sasuke had never once kissed her.

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End of Chapter I

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