Title: my savage, petrified heart.
Summary: Sakura gets hurt in an ambush and Sasuke is livid.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: the first time sasuke and sakura have rough, heated, "i'm so mad at you but i love you so much" sex after an argument.
Rating: M

"What the fuck were you thinking Sakura?" he hisses, when he finally manages to lead them both into their tent. His face is savage, his jaw clenched, but still he doesn't let his reprimanding stare linger long on her before he's already reaching roughly for her medical bag, one hand tightened around her uninjured side to keep her in place.

He's angry—no, he's furious, really—because she's gotten herself stupidly hurt in an ambush he'd specifically told her to get away from, one he insisted he would deal with alone; because she couldn't obey the only damn command he'd ever given her in their lives, and ended up putting the two of them in danger.

Wincing, Sakura tries not to mind the brusqueness with which he begins to clean her wound, brows furrowing. "Sasuke-kun, be careful, that hurts—"

"Bear it," he snaps. "You're the one who didn't listen to me."

But his touch gentles against her, anyway, she notices.

"Look, Sasuke-kun," she says, eyes softening as she smooths a hand over his shoulder, thumb brushing his skin over his clothes, "I'm sorry that I—"

"Don't," Sasuke bites out, throwing her a warning glare as he tosses away the bloodied antiseptic tissues harshly. "I don't want to fucking hear it. You should have listened to me. You should have gotten out of there like I told you to, when you still had the time—not throw yourself out there and make yourself the main target!"

Sasuke has never been one to doubt her abilities in battle before, to doubt that she is able to do anything less than handle herself, and Sakura knows this; it isn't that he thought she was too weak to protect herself, or that he thought she'd far overestimated herself.

Rather, Sasuke had only ever been afraid. Petrified that life was going to work its cruel ways on him once more, that it would take away everything he held most dear yet again: his wife, of barely four months now… and the little miracle they'd only just two weeks ago learned she carried in her belly.

"Heal yourself," he says gruffly, when he finally finishes cleaning up the wide, deep cut at her side. He only pulls away when she complies and begins to heal the damage, shoving the medical supplies back into her bag with more force than would ever be necessary.

"You couldn't have handled them all alone, Sasuke-kun," Sakura tries to explain as she works to switch her skin back together. "Chunin level or not, there were fifteen of them. What did you expect me to do? Stand by and watch them—"

"I would have been fine," Sasuke retorts sharply, furious mismatched eyes turning on her again as he swiftly angles to face her. "Susano would have handled them all without a problem—"

"But you didn't have enough chakra for Susano and you know it!" she yells back, green, green eyes finally hardening at last. He was so thick-headed sometimes, so stupidly stubborn, and it frustrated her beyond means. "I did what I had to do as a kunoichi, Sasuke-kun. As your teammate, your medic, your mission partner—and as your wife."

"I wouldn't have died—"

"I don't care," she cuts in, face and tone now severe, impatient. "You would have been hurt, Sasuke-kun, and I wasn't going to just sit by, or much less run, and let that happen."

"So you thought you'd get yourself hurt instead?" Sasuke snarls, gritting his teeth harder, eyes flashing, just as angry as before. "That you'd put your life at stake—our child's life at stake?"

She bristles. "I wasn't planning to get hurt, you absolute ape—and I never would have if my morning sickness hadn't started acting up in the middle of the—"

"But you did get hurt!" Sasuke shouts, and there is such desperation in his tone that Sakura quiets instantly, breath catching in her throat.

(there isn't just fury anymore, there is sadness. fear. an absolute heart wrenching desire to keep the one he loves safe, unscathed.)

Something in her face must have reached him, she muses, because Sasuke quiets too, and finally reaches for her, lone hand curling around her shirt to drag her close. He presses his forehead to her own, shifts his hand protectively over her belly, and swallows, closing his eyes.

"You got hurt," he grits out, "and I couldn't do anything about it. You could have gotten killed, and I wouldn't have been able to stop it. I don't ever want to feel that helpless again, Sakura."

"You won't have t—"

But he kisses her before she really has a chance to finish what she is saying, moving his mouth harshly, slowly; a silent reprimand, she knows. Sakura makes a sound in response, uncertain as to whether this is the wisest thing right now, but cannot help but to kiss him back all the same as the moments pass, melting into him too easily. She gasps out his name, lets him lower her back onto their thin sleeping mattresses, fingers tugging sharply at his hair as he roughly tugs off her clothes and eagerly fits his mouth to whatever patch of skin he bares.

But he's irritated, still, and that much is made clear in the way he keeps grabbing at her so vehemently, shoving and pulling and moving her body exactly how he wants it; fingers fierce in the way they squeeze and teeth punishing in the way they bite. Sakura doesn't mind this though, only moans and digs her nails into his skin, scratching approvingly against his scalp and his back. Arches against his touch and wraps her lips around his ear—

But then his hand slips in the wet crest between her thighs, and his fingers find their home, and Sakura begins to quickly grow a little too overwhelmed at the near-brutal pace that he sets up.

"W-Wait," she cries. "S-Sasuke-kun, wait, you know I'm—ah!—sensitive lately—"

His mouth swallows the rest of her complaints, and Sakura whimpers helplessly, shuddering and bucking halfway into and away from him, mind tumbling into incoherence. She can feel tears brimming at the corner of her eyes, can hardly even heave the next breath into her chest, but then his thumb comes and rubs against the part that is most needy, and she breaks apart so quickly it takes her by surprise.

Sasuke doesn't even allow her time to catch her wits, though, barely helping her ride out the too clearly powerful waves with greedy strokes before he draws his fingers out and guides one of her limp, shaking legs over his shoulder, sinking his cock into her twitching depths.

"S-Sasuke-kun—!" she gasps out as he mercilessly starts moving already, lone hand gripping at her ass as he bucks her up against his quick, hard thrusts. Her own hands snatch out, catching weakly against his snapping hips. She digs her nails into his skin, crying out again. "Sasuke-kun, please, s-stop! I can't—"

"Yes you can," he growls, and merely grinds into her harder, capturing her lips with his own once more.

Sakura barely has the strength to respond, tears finally slipping down her cheeks as he brings his thumb to her clit and mindlessly sends her barreling into release once more, wiping all senses from her consciousness for what seemed like forever.

He's bowing into her body and clutching at her thigh when she comes back to herself, grunting sounds and syllables of her name against her nape. Scraping his teeth against her skin, his hips jerk and quiver as he spills his hot sticky wetness into her welcoming warmth. Sakura bites her lip, relishes in the feeling; she wants to pull him closer, to wrap her legs around his waist and keep him buried there, but she's so sapped of her energy that she barely even manages to lace her arms around his neck and curl one shaking hand around his damp dark hair.

"That—That was too much, Sasuke-kun…" she tells him when she finally recollects enough of her mind to think again. At least he's just as out of breath as she is, she reflects, judging by the hot, winded gasps he puffs against her neck.

"You deserved it," he replies, rolling onto his back at last. He pants for a few long moments, evidently trying to gather back more of his own mind, but ultimately shifts onto his side to look at her once more, gaze soft.

Carefully, most gently, Sasuke stretches out his only hand, and splays it affectionately on her still-flat stomach, stroking the skin tenderly. "Be more careful," he says, so quietly. Vulnerably. "Please. If anything were to happen to you, I…"

He trails out, then, but she doesn't need him to go on. It is too clear what words are left unsaid, what he means to express.

I don't know what I'd do. You're everything to me—you, and this baby. So please, take care. Stop putting yourselves at risk.

Throat growing tight, Sakura merely puts a hand over his own, and nods, promising him that she'll do her best.

For finallybreathee's birthday. :) It was lots of fun to write! Almost forgot to post this here, too. Lol.

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