Chapter 16

By

BlueFishClub

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto and the original plot to this story belongs to Tuille (for her SessRin fic Forget Me Not)

A/N: Alright so a couple things I need to address. Thank you all so so so so sooooooo much for reviewing! It helps me sleep at night knowing that there are actual real people reading this! Forgive me if I take several days to respond to your reviews (if you have an account) as I am both juggling school, work, a social life, and writing these.

In response to my latest critical review by guest, whom I cannot pm, I wanted to explain to everyone that this AU is in no way, shape, or form related to canon. They are wildly OOC, and I credit most of that to the situation. Of course they're OOC, canon Sakura and Sasuke were not in modern Tokyo, were not rich and famous, and did not lose a child and his memories in a car crash. Of course Sakura is acting pathetic and crying all the time, can you honestly tell me that if you lost your child in a car crash and then woke up and your loving husband didn't know who you were, detested you, that you wouldn't be an absolute wreck?

On the other hand, if this story isn't your cup of tea, I completely understand. There's plenty more SasuSaku fanfiction out there that take pretty much every direction you can take when writing a story. If anyone wants suggestions on some to read, I have read a couple of Absolutely Amazing ones recently. Seriously, they deserve more recognition. Okay, I'm gonna stop rambling now so you can get back to the feels. 3

.forgetmenot.

"So today is the day, huh?" Hinata walked through the greenhouse located in the back of their shop, the sounds of Tokyo's top 40 hits pulsing through the glass room. He looked around the rose of pots and found Sakura on her knees, tending to patch of flowers.

"Mmhmm," Sakura replied absentmindedly, tucking her hair behind her ear. She watered the row of flowers, "I'm excited. You know, maybe we should look into getting self-watering plants? The woman who was here earlier told me all about it, sounds interesting…"

"Sakura," Hinata sighed as she interrupted, airing her worries, "Are you sure you want to do this tonight?"

Sakura blinked, her shoulders falling, "Hinata." She set the small shovel onto the ground next to her, shooting her a smile, "It's just a picnic."

Hinata kneeled next to her friend, picking a yellow leaf from a plant. "You and I both know it's more than just a picnic."

Sakura giggled, "Hinata, stop playing mom. I'm a grown up, I'll be okay." She turned to her friend and pouted, "I'll be okay," she repeated. She sighed at her friends stern expression, playing with the leaves of the flowers she was cutting, "I have to try Hinata," she murmured softly.

For the sake of our marriage. I have to know if what we had was real.

The woman with indigo hair fell silent for a moment, contemplating her next sentence. "But what if he hurts you again?" She asked softly, remembering how heart broken Sakura had been.

Sakura took her friend's hand and grinned mischievously, "Then I'll let you beat him up, again."

Hinata laughed, remembering how she had slapped him that one time. "Oh god," she rubbed her face, her cheeks turning red. "You know I was just mad, right? And it was for you."

"I know," sakura smiled gratefully, "Thank you."

Hinata threw her hands around sakura's shoulders, "You're welcome. Sakura, I really hope it does work out tonight and that he suddenly remembers everything and it'll be nothing happened." She smiled as she pulled back, "And you'll be back to normal, arriving late to work because of a morning quickie with your husband turned into an hour long session." She laughed as Sakura blanched, "But… I'll tell you what, I'll start to practice my moves just in case."

"Okay," Sakura giggled as she shifted up onto her feet. "To tell you the truth… I'm kind of nervous for tonight."

Hinata cocked her head, "Why?"

"I'm worried that this might not work." She cast her gaze to the cement floor, "That no matter how hard I'll try, he won't remember everything. I'm scared that… that I'll fall out of love with him." She added finally, let it go out a shaky breath. "I'm scared that he'll be too different, and that it won't be the same. Because…" she sniffed, hyper aware of her emotions, "W-what if he stops holding my hand when I get nervous, or he stops telling me that he misses me? Or what if he isn't a cuddly teddy bear anymore?" She laughed bitterly at the tears appearing in her eyes, "I'm just scared that even if I try, it won't be the same. And I'll get hurt." Her eyes filled with tears, "I don't want my heart to break again Hinata."

"Oh Sakura," Hinata pulled her friend in for another hug, "I know he's a little lost right now, but that doesn't mean he's not the man you fell in love with." Even if he's an asshat, she added mentally, for breaking your heart.

"I know. I keep telling myself that. I keep trying to think positively, but it's hard." Sakura looked at the ring on her finger, the diamond catching the sunlight. "I just want him back." She straightened her shoulders, "I just have to believe that it's going to be okay," she murmured, "At least I hope so."

"That's the spirit," Hinata beamed, "It'll all work out. Now come on, we've got a wedding reception to beautify." She led Sakura to the front of the shop where Kiba was taping up boxes of floral arrangements.

"Finally," Kiba lamented, Dramatically wiping his brow with the sleeves of his pink shirt. "Women," he rolled his eyes playfully, "Leaving me to do all the dirty work."

Sakura laughed, ruffling his hair as she sat down to pick up a box, "As if! You're more feminine than us Ki."

He smirked, dusting off his shoulders, "Don't be jealous girl, just because I have better hair than you do."

Sakura shook her head, "Yeah, yeah." She leant down to pick up a box, "Is this for the reception?" She asked, peeking in to see the large rose arrangement. "Oh, Ki, it's gorgeous! I love that you mixed in the buds too, gosh, I'm in love! Great job!"

"You know it," Kiba hefted a box onto his shoulder and held open the door for the girls, "There's a reason they call me the King of Flowers." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows, "Apres vous," he bowed. Gesturing his arm to the van parked outside the shop.

Sakura giggled, "Thank you," she walked with HInata to the van, setting her box down to help Hinata open the back of the white van.

"So," Hinata began as she helped Sakura put in the boxes of flowers, "What are you planning on wearing tonight?"

"Oh," Sakura shrugged, "Would it be too cheesy to wear what I wore the first time?"

"Not at all," Hinata jumped in the van and tugged the boxes further into the trunk. "Now, how about under the dress?" She wiggled her eyebrows, "Some lingerie?"

Sakura flushed red, playing with the edges of the trunk doors, "W-what? Why?"

"Sakura," Hinata gave her a dry look, "You guys were freaking sex addicts. You basically did it every single day. No scratch that, probably twice a day! You're probably… no, definitely going to have sex tonight."

Sakura shook her head, laughing, "Sex on the first date Hinata?"

"Hey," Hinata held a hand to her heart, "As much as he;s on my bad side right now, Ito admit that your man is really, really good looking. And I'm pretty sure you've told me like a million times how great he is in bed too. Not knocking you guys or anything, Naruto's a horny bastard too."

"Oh my god," Sakura placed her hands on her ears, "I didn't want to know that!"

"Mmhmm," Hinata strode out and jumped off onto the pavement, "Let's just say that you're not the only one having sex on the 40th floor."

"Ew! That's like hearing that your parents still have sex!" Sakura ran back into the flower shop, laughing as she ran into Kiba. Hinata leant against the van and smiled as she watched Sakura and Ki playfully banter with one another.

She's back, she thought, glancing up at the Tokyo skyline where a certain building caught her eyes. The bubbly young woman who she considered to be her sister was back. She closed her eyes and prayed, don't hurt her, she pleaded, no matter what happens tonight, don't hurt her again.

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Sakura shivered as she stepped out of the bathroom, tiptoeing into her closet as she goes over the white carpet. This is it, she thought, brushing her wet hair up into a messy bun. The doors to the walk-in closet we're open, the air in the room cool from the AC.

"Time to get ready," she sang, taking a seat in front of her built in vanity. She plucked out her eyeliner and mascara from one of the side drawers, making a face as she applied the products. She then brushed a hint of blush onto the apple of her cheeks and put a thin layer of lip gloss onto her lips. She sat back and inspected herself in the mirror. She sighed as she looked at herself, her confidence faltering.

Her eyes were too large, her lips too small.

Why had he fallen for her? Her gaze fell to the make-up, if he did at all. He could have anyone. And he wanted her? She felt her eyes water, those mocking voices taunting her.

Uneducated.

Classless.

That pathetic little girl playing dress up.

Her fingers tightened on the lip gloss, the naive little schoolgirl.

She knew her thoughts were foolish, her self-doubt detrimental to her confidence, but that one part of her mind could not be ignored. Not when she felt like this. Not when her heart was still so fragile.

She shivered as she felt a cool hand on her shoulder. She looked into the mirror and froze at the sight of that ghostly elderly woman.

"Akemi," she whispered, setting the make up down onto the vanity.

"Sakura," she nodded her head, greeting the younger girl. "You still don't think he loved you?" She asked, her voice calm.

Sakura bowed her head, struggling to answer. Her body was shaking, her thin shoulders shuddering from the cool touch. "He never told me," she whispered harshly, "And if he did, I don't know why he would." She sniffed, tracing hearts onto the white leather seat. "Sometimes I forget that I'm not good enough for him. That people don't talk about how unmatched we are." She laughed at her foolishness, cursing herself for falling in love with a mad like him. "I used to think that he was my fairytale come true, just like the stories I would read in the orphanage. The Prince Charming who woos his princess and spends the rest of his life fighting her dragons and bringing her flowers." She let out a deep breath, "And he was." She bit her lip, struggling not to cry. 'But I feel like I don't deserve him. He could do so much better."

"Better than the woman he loves?" Akemi moved towards her, "While the Prince may have fought her dragons, the princess tended his wounds, warmed his heart. Loved him." She brushed her hand through Sakura's hair, "He knew how much you loved him Sakura. I promise you this, that your love was not one-sided."

"Then why did he never tell me?"

Akemi smiled, "Perhaps you weren't listening." She touched Sakura's engagement ring that was lying on the table, "You are loved my dear, do not think for one single moment that you are not. His heart was yours, still is yours, but this time," her image in the mirror faded, "it is the princess who must slay the dragons."

Sakura's eyes were still moist as Akemi left, slay the dragons?

She closed her eyes, come on Sakura, she talked to herself, you can do this. Her hand reached for her engagement ring, sliding it back onto her finger.

Your love was not one-sided.

She smiled hopefully, her mind running to those moments when he had asked her to marry him to the night they were married.

.forgetmenot.

Sakura blushed as their gaze met, her bare feet curling into the plush, white carpet. He looked so dashing in his three piece suit. She giggled as she walked towards him, her hands reaching forward to play with his bow tie. "I can't believe you're wearing this," she murmured, tugging it off with a simple pull.

He raised his eyebrow, "You don't like it?" He asked, stroking her sides with his large hands. "I thought you told the wedding planner, if I remember correctly, that 'you would just die' if I wore it."

She laughed, laying her head against his chest. "But you said they looked foolish."

He smirked, "On other men. I wear them rather well, don't I?" He asked, puffing out his chest.

She burst out into laughter, throwing her arms carelessly over his shoulders as she bounced up to kiss his lips. "Thank you," she murmured, "For wearing it."

He lifted her hand and pressed a firm kiss onto it, "Anything for you," he replied, "Wife."

She grinned, "Husband." She would never get tired of calling him that. Her husband. Sasuke Uchiha. It was like a dream. "You always do that," she whispered, watching as his thumb played with the diamond.

"Do what?"

"Kiss my ring finger," she smiled, "It's really sweet."

He raised his brow, his onyx eyes glittering playfully. "I can kiss other parts of your body, if you would prefer."

She shook her head, her lips tugging into a wide grin, "Out luggage still isn't here. You don't want to scare that poor butler, do you?"

"I rather think he'd like the show."

She lightly slapped his shoulder, "Gosh, you're horny!"

He growled, wrapping his arm around her small waist to pull her close. He held her close to his pelvis, smirking as her eyes widened. "I can assure you, wife," he purred, pressing his lips to her pulse, "That the moment those bags are placed in this room I will throw you onto that bed and ravish you."

Sakura gulped, blushing furiously as she felt him twitch. "Oh," she peeked over her shoulders as the doors to the bedroom opened and the elderly gentleman waddled in with their bags.

"Your luggage," he announced, not noticing the couple who stood impossibly close standing in front of him. "I've refilled the pantries, toiletries, towels, and closets with what you requested. I shall be taking my leave and return in eight days."

Sasuke cleared his throat, giving Sakura a stern look, "Hn. Until then, thank you."

The man bowed and shuffled back out, the doors clicking together when he left.

"So…" she squeaked as he scooped her up ad placed her onto the bed. "I'm ready to be ravished," she teased, her nimble fingers beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"You will not be leaving this bed," he told her, his hand finding its way under her white dress onto the smooth, milky skin of her thighs. "For days."

"Oh," she sighed lustfully as his fingers touched her, her mind in a daze, "Okay."

He chuckled, linking their free hands together. He placed another kiss on her rings, his gaze finding hers.

Aishiteru.

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Sakura glanced at the time on her cellphone, her heart beating wildly. Only forty minutes, she thought, reaching for that ivory chiffon dress she had worn on their first date. Her smile widened as she touched the soft fabric, her mind filing with images of champagne and flowers. That night had been perfect. Probably impossible to match.

"Wish me luck," she murmured, setting the dress on the glass table in the middle of her closet.

She then let out a deep breath, walking towards the shopping bag that held her new undergarments. She blushed as she remembered how Hinata had dragged her to the nearby lingerie store to pick out some items for tonight, Because they only had a short time period, Hinata had simply tossed three things onto the counter, paid for them and handed the bag to Sakura. It was now up to her to choose which to wear for her date tonight.

Sex on the first date.

She paled, looking at herself now in the full length mirror. She felt queasy, her hands clammy, her nerves tingling. "You can do this," she told herself. It was not like this was the first time she had worn lingerie for him. On their wedding night she had worn a baby blue garter belt with a matching lacy bra. He had loved it, her cheeks flushing red as she remembered his heated gaze.

"It's just lingerie," she murmured as she warily pulled out the first piece. In her hand was a black lace bustier, with a matching thong. She played with the mesh fabric, holding it up to her body.

"Oh my god Hinata," she glanced up at the ceiling, "Why do I even have this?" She asked, looking once again through the bag. She then pulled out a red garter slip, her cheeks now flaming at the racy garment. Quickly she stuffed them back in and pulled out the last piece. It was a lacy flyaway babydoll, which had a slit extending from the bra. The ivory fabric was soft, with matching silk panties, also made of lace.

"This is really nice," she spoke, appreciating the fine craftsmanship. She laid her towel onto the velvet settee and unhooked the lingerie from the hangers. She pulled on the panties first and then the babydoll, inspecting herself as she moved towards the full length mirror. She bit her lip as she pictured Sasuke, wondering if he would like it. She had never worn lingerie like this before.

"Okay Sakura," she talked herself up, "This is just a date. With your husband. No big deal. You've done this so many times before."

"Just a date," she stepped into her ivory dress and then a pair of brown leather flats. She looked at herself in the mirror. "This is just a date."

Slay the dragons, she told herself, laughing nervously as she tugged on her dress. She glanced down at her rings, I can do this.

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Sakura chewed her lip nervously as she pulled into the underground parking lot, driving her small red mini cooper into the spot beside his sleek Mercedes. It's just a picnic, she repeated, taking her keys out of the ignition. It's not a big deal.

But what if it goes wrong? One side of her mind argued, what if this goes horribly wrong? What if he's back to being cold? What if she no longer interests him? What if…

"No. You can do this," she shook herself of her negative thoughts.

Because what if this goes right?

She slipped out of the car and shut the door behind her, her hands shaking as she pressed for the elevator. She punched in the code to the penthouse without a second thought. Just like she used to, she mused, standing with her legs crossed and her hands clutching a brown leather satchel. She glanced up at the black window on the top of the elevator, watching as she slowly reached the top floor. With a ding the silver doors opened, revealing a pair of tall black doors. She stepped out of the elevator, her heels making a soft noise as she walked on the marble floor. Once she reached the entrance she lifted her hand to knock before she stopped herself, she had a key.

She pulled out her keys from her bag and stared at the silver key. Should she use it? She glanced at her watch, it was 7. He should be expecting her. She looked at the doors and swallowed, but this condo wasn't theirs anymore. She couldn't just open the door, could she?

"Sakura?"

Startled, Sakura stumbled back, dropping her set of keys on the floor. She looked to the door where Sasuke stood, wearing a pair of dark slacks and a black sweater. He was leaning against the doorframe, an amused smirk donning his face.

"Having trouble?" He asked, reaching down for her set of keys.

"Oh, uh," she stuttered, so much for a great first impression. "Sasuke," she blushed, smoothing down the front of her dress. "How did you know I was out here?"

"There's a camera," he pointed to the small black bulb mounted in the corner.

"Oh," she thanked him as he handed her her keys, "Right. Um, you look great," her eyes ran over his tall form, gulping at their sheer closeness. "Really great," she blushed as she lifted her chin, just like he used to.

"As do you. You look beautiful," his eyes were molten as he looked into hers. "I've been waiting for this night."

"You have?" She smiled, "Me too." The flowers. "Um, hold on," she looked down, "I have something for you." She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small bouquet of elegant calla lilies, "Here," she blushed, suddenly shy as she handed them to him. "These are for you."

Sasuke chuckled as he took the flowers. Flowers, he thought, she brought him flowers. "Thank you." He leant down to smell the bouquet; her scent had somehow mingled with the flowers. "Come in," he stepped back, "I have a quick phone call to make before we leave."

"Okay," Sakura followed him into the penthouse, her eyes wandering over the familiar abode. It's so empty, she thought, her smile dimming. She watched as he set the flowers on the table. "Um, I'll put them in water for you while you make your call." She told him, unwrapping the flowers.

He nodded, "Very well, it'll be quick." His long legs brought him quickly up the stairs to his office.

Sakura let out a deep breath when he left, her body still tense. It's still awkward, she thought as she moved towards the tall kitchen cabinets in search of a vase. "Nothing," she murmured, frowning as she pulled out a long glass flute. He didn't even have any food in the cabinets. She stepped towards the appliances and opened the fridge, her lips pursing at the lack of food.

"What have you been eating?" She asked herself, closing the fridge as she began to walk around the penthouse.

She started in the living room, taking in the bare walls, empty coffee table and shelves. She swept her fingers across the black shelf she had installed the day she had moved in, her heart clenching. There used to be photos here, she remembered, amassed throughout their relationship. She had brought only a small box of photos to their new home in Minato-ku, so where were the rest?

She moved to the balcony doors, pushing the white curtains to the side. The large vases that held tall, wild flowers were empty, the white chairs that used to be by the doors also gone. It was like every trace of her presence had been erased from the penthouse. She shivered, turning back to the empty room.

It was like she was never here.

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Sakura glanced nervously at Sasuke as he helped her unpack. "I'm beginning to think I overpacked," she laughed, opening yet another large cardboard box.

"Hn, your apartment was apparently much larger than I presumed." He lifted yet another vase from the box and set it on the table beside him. "I believe this is the ninth vase?"

Sakura glanced up and smiled, "You can never have enough vases!" She exclaimed , bouncing up from her spot to kiss the top of his head and take the vase from his hands. "This one would look great in your bedroom." She held it to the light, inspecting the tall crystal cylinder.

"I believe you mean our bedroom," he murmured into her ear, his arm wrapping around her small waist.

Sakura blushed, leaning back into his arms, "Our…" she grinned, tilting her head back to kiss his cheek, "I like that. We have our own bedroom now."

"Hn," he pushed back her hair to kiss her neck, "How many more vases are there?"

"Um," Sakura thought back, "Six?" She giggled as he sighed, "And that's not including the flower pots I have too."

"I see," he turned her to face him, "So you're turning this apartment into a garden."

"Yes," she replied without hesitation. "Also, I want to get some really cute pillows for the couch. And add some photos," she twirled out of his embrace and danced around the living room, "I brought a throw for the couch from my apartment, and I think we need to get a better coffee table." She scrunched up her nose, "Yours is too small. We can also get some cute sculptures and lamps, I'm thinking stainless steel? I have the cutest set of teacups to add to the kitchen, and oh, a set of napkins with cupcakes on them. Also, I brought some paintings I found at the flea market to put up. And then our bedroom!" She clapped her hands, "While your bedsheets are amazingly soft, they're not very warm. So I was thinking of getting a down comforter, and oh, curtains! You don't have any actually, now that I think about it." She turned to face him, "What do you think?"

He shook his head, thoroughly amused, "Do as you wish," he told her, looking around his apartment now with a more critical eye. He had never noticed how bare it looked compared to her small apartment. While he had the essentials such a furniture and appliances, he lacked those small details. "I feel…" he chose his words carefully, "Apprehensive to finish unpacking your things."

Sakura giggled, "Don't worry," she walked over to him and tucked her arm into his, "All that's left are my clothes, art supplies, flowers, shoes, oh and plates and bowls. But that's it," she grinned as she looked up at his weary eyes, "Promise."

"You're going to make me a poor and tired man, aren't you?" He teased, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Sakura moaned happily, "Only cause you love me," she replied, wrapping her arms around his lean torso. "Thank you for telling me that I had to move in."

He chuckled, "It was more of an order than a question, wasn't it?"

"Sakura, move in with me," she mimicked, "You didn't even let me say yes!" She laughed as he spun her around and dipped her low, "But all the same, I'm glad I'm here."

"As am I," he told her, bringing her up to kiss her lips.

"I love you Sasu," she told him, her voice soft, her eyes dreamy, "Forever."

.forgetmenot.

"You look pensive," Sasuke's voice brought her from reverie, her small body turning to face him.

"Oh," she gave him a soft smile, "I didn't hear you."

"Hn, the phone call didn't take long." He leaned against the white walls, his eyes narrowing at the tight smile on her face. "You're oddly quiet," he noted, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I'm just… thinking." She shivered as a cold breeze blew in from the open balcony, "We lived here together for almost a year, you know?" She rubbed her bare arms, "It's just weird, being back here." She glanced around the empty room. The vases, magazines, frames, knick knacks and pillows that once littered the room were gone. "I… this is where I realized that I wanted to marry you." She chewed on the inside of her cheek, mulling over the past. She let out a small, dry laugh, "That night, I had just come home from the flower shop, stressing out over our first really big event. So when I came home, all the lights were off and I thought you weren't home." She shrugged, "For some reason I just started to cry," she frowned, "Pathertic, right? I guess I just really wanted a hug," her voice wavered slightly, containing her emotions.

"Kami," she sighed, "And then I went upstairs to our bedroom and found a note on the door to go up to the roof. So I go up and find a gorgeous cabana that I didn't know existed. And there you were, wearing one of your many black suits, looking gorgeous and my heart just melts. For the rest of the night we cuddled and ate chocolate, and it was amazing." She shivered, "You made me completely forget about everything else, and for a little while, the world was just you and me. It was like something out of a movie. And I knew that I had fallen in love with you, so hard and so fast, and I realized that I didn't want to ever stop. I didn't want to ever stop waking up next to you. I didn't want to stop making you coffee in the morning, or kiss you goodbye. I realized that night, as we were lying on that white couch, looking at the stars, that I wanted to be with you forever." She let out a deep breath, "That I wanted, more than anything, to be your wife." She offered a bitter smile looking into his eyes that seemed to swallow her whole, "Cheesy, huh?"

He said nothing, his face expressionless as he fought to remember that moment. "I don't…" his memories were unclear, as if the past three years were veiled behind a dep fog.

"It's okay," she interrupted his as she took his hand, "It wasn't anything big. Just… just a random day." Her voice cracked, filled with anguish, but she fought to mask it.

He doesn't remember.

"I mean," she licked her lips, chastising herself for being so emotional over a single moment.

Don't be so foolish Sakura.

"I don't even remember that I did last Monday," she smiled, her fingers lacing through his. She lifted her other hand to stroke his pale visage, her finger moving over his angled cheekbones. "Its okay," she told him, but more to herself, "Because we can make more memories together."

"Hn." He bent down and kissed her forehead, "Are you always so optimistic?" He asked, closing his eyes as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Of course," she smiled, "One of us has to be." She stepped out of his embrace but held his hand, "Come on," she smiled brightly, masking the pain she felt in her heart, "We have a date to get to."

.forgetmenot.

Sakura giggled at the look on Sasuke's face as they walked into the greenhouse, his eyebrows lifting as he took in the lights and decorations. "What do you think?" She asked, priding herself in her decorating skills. In the center of the glass building was a table with glass plates and champagne. The centerpiece of the table was a bouquet of forget me nots and white lilies. Next to the table was a set of cushions and pillows, with a small basket filled with baked treats lying to the side.

"Perfection," Sasuke wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned over to kiss the side of her head.

Sakura closed her eyes and smiled, "I'm glad you like it," she laid her had on his warm chest, shiering as he smiled back. "Hungry?" She took his hand and lead him to the table, pulling out his chair.

He raised his brow and sat down, "Thank you," he murmured, chuckling as Sakura set a napkin on his lap.

"Of course, monsieur," she bowed down to kiss his cheek, "And welcome to Chef Sakura's." She threw a white napkin over her banded arm, "The first course tonight will be stuffed mushrooms," she walked to the white cart that had been tucked next to the flowers, bringing out a large blue plate with a silver dome cover. "And don't worry," she giggled as she set it down in front of him, "This is all catered."

Sasuke nodded, lifting the cover off the plate. "Join me," he gestured to the seat beside him, "Won't you?"

"Of course," Sakura slid into the seat next to him, thanking Sasuke as she poured her a glass of champagne. She bit her lip when their eyes met, more of a nervous tic than even now, the fairy lights and candles bringing out a warm brightness in his gaze. He's so handsome, she thought, picking up a mushroom and brought it to her mouth. She moaned in delight as she ate it, "This is really good," she told him when she finished the bite. She noticed his full plate and frowned, "You're not eating?"

He looked inquisitively at her, "You wore that dress the first time we were here."

Sakura blinked, nodding her head. He remembers? "Hai." She reached over to take his hand, "What else do you remember?" She asked, her voice dulcet, hopeful.

He chuckled low, running his thumb over the arch in her hand, "You choked on the dessert."

Sakura's cheeks flamed red, "Oh," she glanced down at her plate, "You remember that?" Out of all the memories, he remembered her choking on a nut. She laughed and held a hand to her face, "Anything else?"

The corners of his lips quirked, "You looked beautiful. And…" he tugged on her hand, pulling her gently until she was sat in his lap. "Utterly irresistible. I found it difficult to do nothing else but kiss you." He took her chin and tilted it down, covering her peach-stained lips.

Sakura's toes curled at his touch, delighted to feel his kiss once more. It's just like that night. This fuzzy feeling in her head, the rapid beating of her heart, the butterflies in her gut. Her fingers reached forward to clutch his shirt, scrunching the cotton in her hold. She could kiss him forever.

Sakura smiled when she pulled back, savoring the moment before opening her eyes, her delicate fingers running over his cheek. "Do you remember the cheesy pick up line you used?" She asked, "About how soft my lips looked?"

He smirked, "However cheesy it was, it worked," he commented, lifting his hand to play with her hair. "I also remember firing Kabuto three times that day."

Sakura giggled, "Why?"

"You made me nervous," he kissed her forehead, "I was agitated the entire day."

Sakura shifted forward and laid her head against his shoulder, her hands finding his. "How… how about our wedding?" She asked finally, "Or our engagement?"

His eyes flickered to hers, noting how bright and hopeful her jade eyes looked. But he couldn't lie. Not to her. "Not fully," he answered slowly, "I remember fragments." His hand brushed over her back, "Your dress. The ring." He glanced at her, her eyes clouded with tears, "It's like having a snapshot of each event."

Sakura nodded her head, "Oh," she let out a deep breath, don't be foolish Sakura, she reminded herself. She shouldn't have expected this one night to trigger all his memories. Just because he remembered this one night didn't mean that he'd miraculously recover his memory.

"Um," she fidgeted with her fingers, her mood shifting. She struggled not to be upset, "There's a filet mignon for the entree," she stood up from his lap and brushed her dress out, "I'll go get it. You'll love it, it's so yummy. When I went to get them for tonight I almost ate them all and…"

"Sakura," he called out her name, taking her had before she walked away. "I don't remember the sequence of events, or specific days, but I remember how I felt. How I still feel about you." He offered her a lazy smile, one that so rarely graced his face before he had met her. "It's impossible to go about my day without once thinking about you. You haunt my thoughts, my dreams." He kissed her rings, running his fingers over her smooth skin.

Her breath hitched as he did, just like he used to.

"I think of you every moment of my life." He finally surrendered himself to those times, those emotions. "I remember how I felt on the day I asked you to marry me. I was impossibly happy, eager to have my ring on your hand, to have you as mine. And then our wedding day, I remember feeling excited, nervous." His hands cupped her cheeks as he stood up from his chair, "You're the only woman who makes me nervous, who makes me second guess myself." He leant down to kiss her forehead, "Who makes me a better man."

Sakura felt herself melt has he spoke, launching towards him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you," she whispered, "I love you so much."

He exhaled at her declarations, holding her tighter. "I know," his hand stroked the small of her back.

Aishiteru.

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Sasuke looked at Sakura as she pulled into the garage, her hands visibly shaking as she turned off the ignition.

"So," she blushed, her green eyes darting from the concrete wall of the underground parking lot to him. "This is is, huh?"

"Hn," he nodded, his gaze moving to the elevator. "The end," he added quietly, not quite believing himself.

This night they had shared together had only further confirmed his feelings for her. The way she made him feel so alive with just a simple smile was astounding.

"I… um," she cleared her throat, fidgeting with the steering wheel, "I guess I'll see you Friday then? To pick up the puppy?"

He nodded again, "Friday." Two more lonely nights without Sakura until then. "My day ends at three," he looked back at her, "If you would like to meet me at the office?"

She smiled, her nerves calming, "I'd love to. I'll even bring the dog collar you got for me." She grinned now, "I don't think I even thanked you for your gift."

"No need," he stalled for a long time, not wishing to leave her side. "Are you happy to get a pet?"

She licked her lips, "Yeah, I'm excited to get a puppy. We've… well," she laughed, "I've always wanted a puppy. I always thought that my perfect family would have a husband, a dog, and about a half dozen kids." She grinned, "That's what I wished for anyways, when I was younger. So yes, long story short," she shot him a goofy grin, "I'm very excited to get a puppy."

"Indeed, a puppy." He released the seatbelt from its hold and sighed, "Sakura…" Not yet, he thought, he wasn't ready to let her go. Not after all they had been through to get to his very night.

"Yes?" She looked up at him, her eyes so bright.

She was simply irresistible.

Something. He told himself, think of something. "Would…" he struggled for an idea, "Would you like to join me for coffee?"

Sakura nodded her head, smiling, "I'd love to," she replied, removing her seatbelt just in time for Sasuke to have exited the car and open her drivers door. "Thank you," she chirped, locking the doors and setting her keys in her bag.

"Of course," his deep, smooth voice sent shivers up her spine. He took her hand and silently they walked to the elevator. She watched as Sasuke punched in the code with his free hand, maybe he doesn't want this night to end either.

His arm then wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, waiting for the elevator to arrive. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her floral scent. Kami, this smell. This sweet fragrance that was uniquely hers. For so long he had craved her. Holding her. Just like this. "I've missed you," he murmured, his voice husky. He tightened his hold on her, thinking foolishly that she would disappear if he let her go. "It feels like I'm in a daze, when I'm without you." The past two days had been hell, dreaming of her, thinking of her every waking moment, but not seeing her, not being able to physically touch her had been horrible. He ached for her.

He hadn't known what missing someone was like until her.

Sakura shivered, he missed me. "I missed you too," she smiled, her eyes tearing as she looked up at him. She lifted herself onto her toes and kissed his lips, "So much. I was so worried that tonight would be horrible, but it's not." She ran her hand over the fuzz growing on his head, giggling at the feeling. "Today was perfect."

He closed his eyes, bringing her small form into his embrace, "Sakura, stay with me tonight," he requested. He needed her. Being with Sakura, his thoughts were calm, his body relaxed. He was content, just being by her side.

Sakura stilled, her breath hitching, stay with him. "Sasu," she laid her head against his chest, her heart beating like the hooves of a thousand stallings. "Okay."

Okay.

Relief flooded through him when she spoke, his lips finding hers for a quick, passionate kiss. Finally. He glanced up as the doors of the elevator dinged, walking toward the doors to the penthouse with Sakura in his arms. He pulled out his keys and opened the doors, motioning for Sakura to enter first. "Ladies first," he purred, twirling Sakura as she walked past him.

Sakura giggled, kicking off her flats by the door. "So…" she spun to face him, watching as he set his keys on the kitchen island.

"So," he repeated, his eyes playful. He took her hand, "Would you like a tour of my humble abode?"

Sakura nodded, "Okay," she looked up at him. "Is this another one of your cheesy line where you give me a tour of the bedroom?" She asked, teasing him gently.

He smirked, "Yes," he replied, unabashed. "It'll take less than five minutes," he promised. He pointed to the marble counters, "This is the kitchen," then they walked past the large leather couch, "The living room," then up the stairs past the first floor, "The guest room." The second door, "My office," their walking slowed, Sasuke noting how Sakura's hold on his hand tightened. He stroked her hand softly, hoping to calm her nerves. "Sakura?"

"I'm okay," she smiled, feeling her body tremble as he pushed open the doors to the master bedroom.

He glanced over, "And this is the bedroom," he spoke, watching with bated breath as Sakura took it all in.

It looked the same, she thought, her face breaking out into a smile. While she had packed up some things for their new home, the things she had left were still here. The large photo she had framed of their kiss in front of the eiffel tower was still hanging on the wall above the white settee. The two photos of them celebrating New Year's and attending Shikamaru's birthday still hung on either side of the king sized bed. "You kept them," she murmured, walking to the large black frame.

Sasuke leaned against the wall, keeping his distance as she reacquainted herself with the room. "I couldn't bring myself to take them down." He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards her, running his arm down the length of her body as he kissed her neck.

"Sakura," he looked back at her, his eyes now burning with lust, he couldn't hold back. Not any longer. "Tell me when you want to stop."

She nodded, leaning up to press her lips against his. "Don't stop," she told him. "Sasuke," she began to unbutton his shirt, smiling softly as she pushed off the cotton from his torso. She bit her lip as she ran her hands over his chest, a pool of warm liquid settling between her thighs. "You are so handsome," she murmured, "Impossibly handsome." She then tried to remove his belt, however unsuccessful, giggling as he swatted her hands away.

"It's not fair that I'm the only one getting naked," his voice oozed with sensuality, motioning for Sakura to turn.

This is it, Sakura blushed as he unzipped her dress, the chiffon falling to the floor to reveal the lacy babydoll. She turned to face him, "I-I…" she played with the bottom of the lace, "Do you like it?"

He cursed, feeling his erection harden as his gaze trailed over her thin, nubile body. "Fuck," he took her hips into his hands and pulled her close, slamming his body into hers as he took her lips. Their lips clashed, his tongue sweeping over her warm, sweet cavern. His hold on her tightened as she dug her nails into the skin of his back, her whimpers for more nearly snapping his self-control into pieces. Lust coursed through his veins, his hands feverishly wandering over her supple form.

"Keep it on," he told her when they parted for breath, his voice raspy with need. His strong arms locked her in place as he scooped her up and placed her on the foot of the bed.

Sakura felt her heart skip a beat as he kicked off his pants and removed his briefs. Her gaze fell onto his member that jutted out and blushed, her nerves in overload as he smirked. We're doing this, she thought, her fingers curling into the white duvet, it's like he's back.

"Do you see something you like?" He teased, watching as Sakura nodded her head. She moved onto her hands and knees and crawled towards him, his self-control crumbling as she moved.

Sakura, his vixen, dressed in white.

Soone her hands reached out to touch his lean form. She began at his navel, pressing a soft kiss to his skin as she moved down, past his pelvis to that hard flesh. She smiled as their eyes met, only the briefest hint of question in her eyes, her fingers delicately touching the sides of his erection. When she placed a kiss at its tip his mind went blank, groaning as she took the rest of him inside of her warm mouth. "Fuck," he threw his head back, how he had dreamed of this.

"Sakuraaaa…" he hissed, his hands finding their way into her hair, guiding her as she brought him to completion. His knees buckled when he came, "Sakura," he moaned, watching as Sakura released her hold on him and settled back onto her knees. She blushed as she wiped her mouth with the side of her hand, his warm seed coating her throat as she swallowed. He was panting now as he moved over her, his lips finding hers once more as he caressed her sides.

"Sakura," he murmured, nipping on her neck, "Kami," he drank her taste like a starved man, "You're beautiful." He told her, worshipping her body, "Ethereal. Kami," he tugged off her white thong and tossed it over the bed, chucking as she crossed her legs.

"You vixen," he growled playfully as she locked her legs around him and twisted over so that she sat on his chest.

"Wait a second," she tapped her finger lightly on his chest, "Where's my coffee?" She asked him with a naughty grin, her fingernails trailing over his abdomen.

He raised his eyebrow, "I think you've already quenched your thirst."

She blushed, "Sasu…" She squirmed as their eyes met, "Sasuke?"

He took her hesitation as a chance to flip himself over her, "Mm," she sighed wistfully, basking in his sweet kisses and touches. Her fingers gripped his lean back, pushing herself up to peck his lips, "I love you."

.forgetmenot.

Sakura yawned as she laid on top of Sasuke, rubbing her eyes as she struggled not to fall asleep. Sex on the first date, she thought, Hinata was right.

"Sleep," his gruff voice commanded, his own eyes fighting off slumber.

Sakura giggled, pressing a firm kiss onto his toned torso. "Don't tell me what to do," she wrapped her arms around him and smiled, "I'll sleep when I want."

"Hn," Sasuke smirked, stroking her naked back.

"I could stay like this forever," she whispered, shifting up so that her head was tucked under his chin. "Cuddling with you." She placed her hand over his heart, "I didn't realize how much I missed this." Her eyes watered, the night had been perfect. It was like the accident never happened. He had been warm, affectionate, sarcastic, playful. He had given her kisses throughout the night, opened up to her as they snuggled in the greenhouse. She had learned so much about him that she had never known before. She kissed his chest then, a single tear running down her porcelain cheek onto his skin.

"You're crying," Sasuke wiped her eyes with his thumb, "Did I hurt you?" His eyes narrowed as she moved over so her head fell back onto the pillow he had laid upon. He moved up onto his elbows and inspected her wrists which he had held tightly when he had taken her.

Sakura giggled, "No," she smiled, her eyes watering as she touched his cheek. "I'm just happy," she told him, sniffing as another tear fell down onto the pillow. Because you're still here, she thought, mesmerized by his obsidian gaze. My Sasu.

"Yet you cry," he teased, his hand moving to her waist to pull her closer.

She snorted lightly, "I always cry," she told him, tucking herself under his chin. "I'm just happy." That I'm still in love with you, she smiled, placing a soft kiss along his collar bone. That you're still my Sasu. The man I fell in love with.

"Hn," he stroked her skin, his fingers moving along her soft curves. "Sakura… I've found recently, that it is difficult to sleep at night without you."

Sakura froze, her heart stopping, "Oh?" She whispered finally, her hand finding his.

"It's foolish, isn't it?" He pulled back to look into her eyes, "Living in separate residences?"

"H-hai," she felt her lips quiver, "Does… does that mean you're coming home?" She asked, her voice hopeful.

'If you will have me," he answered, his gaze heavy with passion.

"Yes," she whispered, nodding her head, "Of course, I'd love that." Her eyes filled with tears as she lifted herself up to kiss his lips, "Thank you," she murmured, her head resting on the same pillow as his. This was like a dream. He was coming home to her.

He raised his brow, "For?"

"Giving this a chance." She snuggled into his embrace, "For not giving up." She closed her eyes, whispering now. She felt so drained, emotionally, physically.

"Hn." He kissed her forehead, watching as her impossibly long eyelashes fluttered. She was so beautiful, he thought, holding his hand on her cheek. Those bright emerald eyes that entranced him, those pouty, peach lips that teased him. The way she laughed so freely, loved so fiercely. He was a fool to think he had never cared for her. A fool to hurt her like he had. But now, with her in his arms, it was like everything was the way it should be.

"Sasu," she moaned, "I love you," she whispered as she fell into a deep slumber.

He fell silent, his gaze flickering to the moon that peeked into his window. His fingers played with the rings on her hand, his mind wandering.

My love is more than words, he remembered, his thumb caressing the large jewel adorning her delicate finger. That phrase had been etched onto her engagement ring, himself wondering if she had ever found it.

Perhaps one day, he thought, one day he could stop being a fool and tell her how he felt.

.forgetmenot.

SasuSaku version of Tuille's Forget Me Not

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