Kekkon

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Sakura's hand landed on something warm beside her. Her mind was fogged with the heaviness of sleep so she didn't think twice about burying herself in the luscious warmth. Kami did it feel good; the gods had blessed her and her frozen blue hands with a beautiful, wonderful, blazing furnace and she was most definitely going to take advantage of it.

Her icy toes crept up the side of her heat machine, slowly thawing as they made their way up. She dug and wiggled the little digits into a strangely comfortable and soft sandwich of something that made her furnace grunt. She stiffened. Feeling even more blood drain from her body in the realization of where she was, and more importantly who her furnace was.

She was used to sleeping alone, in fact she loved sleeping alone. Even after getting married to Sasuke she would spend most nights and mornings by herself because of his endless strings of missions. Even when he wasn't on a mission, he would wake up before the sleepy sun began to peak out and run off to train, leaving Sakura alone, like always.

This was probably the second time he's slept in, the first being their marriage night, most likely out of formal obligation. A part of her wanted to untangle herself from his body, but dear kami was he so warm and the morning so cold.

She studied his face through her blurry eyes as she debated with herself. Why was he even here this morning? She had heard rumors skittering about that he had been out with Naruto and the rest of their team celebrating a successful mission, but what did she know. It wasn't like he spoke to her about any of his business anyway.

Sometimes she felt as though he was avoiding her; taking millions of missions just to keep away from seeing her, living with her, sleeping with her. There was something awkward and uncomfortable about their interactions, she knew it would grow better with time, but she didn't know how much of this she could take.

It felt as though her life was a cycle of waking up alone, tending to her room, having breakfast with Mikoto, running off to the store, having lunch with her father, then more of the store, till she came home had dinner with Mikoto and her sister-in-law and then back to bed alone. There were only a few times she had woken up to a bloodied or sighing Sasuke entering the room.

Other times she would wake up to his breath hovering over her, with his hands on her shoulders asking for permission. Sometimes she would gently press on his chest and shake her head, but most of the times she found herself wrapping her arms around him and pulling him in.

She didn't need the intimacy and she really didn't need him either; what she needed was for the awkwardness to disappear. She was always the best in school, the best in the shop, surpassing her father's skills at a young age, and she wanted to be the best in marriage too, but it was hard when your husband was a complete stranger.

Her breath halted when she felt warm hands slide along her sides, over her hips and onto her waist, pulling her in towards the furnace, sorry her husband. Sasuke buried his face deep into her neck and sighed, releasing warm tendrils of air that grazed along her ear.

She resisted the urge to shiver or push away, and instead succumbed to his heat, letting this moment of pure and unadulterated feeling of comfort wash over her. How can someone so cold, so guarded and stoic, be so warm?

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Her eyes fluttered open when the glaring yellow sun poked at her face through their thin cotton curtains. Her arms weren't tucked under her pillow like usual, but were wrapped around Sasuke's bare torso. Her feet were comfortable between his semi-squishy inner thighs, and her face was pushed into his chest.

Almost as though her waking was an alarm clock, her husband began to stir, groaning a little to himself and his stiff side. A hang-over induced headache banged at the inside of his head, and his chin tickled from his wife's rosy locks.

Sakura felt her muscles begin to tighten up, she knew he was awake and he knew she was awake. This was the first time they had been alone and together in the morning (Naruto had barged in during the morning after their marriage night), and she was unsure of what was going to happen. Was he gonna bolt? Rip away his hands from her and pretend they never spent half the morning weaved into each other.

Sakura tilted her head up to look at him while he looked down at her through messy bangs.

"My head's going to explode," Sasuke half moaned half spoke.

Sakura smiled slightly her gaze shifting towards his chest, slightly surprised at how normal this felt.

"I'll go make you something to stop the pain," she said as her arms began to unwind themselves from his body.

Maybe it was the thought of starting the day, or of stepping out into the cold air in his hungover state, or maybe because this was the first time he truly felt comfortable with his wife, that Sasuke shook his head and pulled her even closer to him.

"No, let's sleep."

Much later in their marriage Sakura would have to wake up Sasuke by placing her icy feet on his stomach, resulting in him grabbing her and suffocating her face in his chest. Much, much later in their marriage, Sakura would recruit her little helpers to place three pairs of icy feet on Sasuke.

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I haven't written in ages, and honestly not too happy with this esp the lack of detail. This is probably a first draft type of writing, but honestly if I wait longer to edit it I would never publish it so please take it with a grain of salt. Also it had been so long since I posted that I forgot how to update my stories and spent a good ten minutes figuring it out lol.