Pure by the vineyard tales

"I love you, Sakura-chan."

She heard those words spill from his lips, and she froze. Sakura felt her whole body freeze for a second, but slowly, her body thawed as she felt his chest press against hers. He was holding her, and he felt so warm, so pure. Naruto.

"But you should know, Sakura-chan," he continued. He held her tighter than before, so tight that she could barely breathe. "My love for you isn't very pure."

Her brows creased in this revelation. Before she could respond, he buried his head in her hair –that lovely rose colored hair he so much had admired since they were kids- and said, "It isn't the kind of love you think it is, Sakura-chan. There's more to it, so much more than what you think."

He kissed her neck gently, only once. But it seared her like lava, and her mind drifted off to the days when they were kids, back when he was a hyperactive brat, and she was a Miss Know-it-all. She remembered those days of reading fairy tales and daydreaming about marrying her handsome, cool, and mysterious Prince Charming. She wanted the kind of love that Cinderella or Snow White had: the 'and-they-all-lived-happily-ever-after' kind.

She thought that was pure back then, maybe.

Her mind snapped back to reality as she felt him grin against her neck and whisper, "I want you, Sakura-chan. All of you."

She took a deep breath, drawing in his scent like burning incense. Unconsciously, she fastened her arms around his body, and slowly, but surely, she realized what 'all of you' meant.

She felt her body burn, and she soon pulled away from him. Naruto saw that her cheeks were already dyed crimson red. She sourly twisted her pretty lips, but her gaze never left his deep-sea eyes. He's surprisingly tall, she mused absently, but she didn't hesitate to grab his shirt and pull him close to her.

"It's pure enough, dummy," she whispered before crushing her lips against his.

This time, he froze. Her lips felt hot against his, hotter than the sun. He smiled, this time in pure satisfied bliss, before diving in for a deep kiss.

A/N: Finally, I wrote something that I've been itching to get it out of. I'm not sure what the next story will be like, although I kind of have a grasp of it. We'll see.