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Four

[ Warning: this chapter contains descriptive smut scenes. Read discretion is advised (only 18+). If this is not your thing, please do not read it.]

Sometime before dawn, she teeters on the edge of consciousness.

Sakura feels too giddy, and that's probably why she's not falling asleep that easily. Even after her busy day (and night), she was only able to enjoy a short nap. Now, she finds herself slipping into a pleasant reverie.

When they climbed under the covers earlier, Sakura remembers how Sasuke yanked her body towards his warm one, spooning her from behind. She also remembers the content sigh that slipped out of him right when she started to drift off.

Before her heavy lids could completely close, she remembers she murmured his name in the darkness. She didn't get a reply, but she felt his arms tightening around her waist, and that encouraged her to utter the words, "I love you."

If Sasuke heard her or if he replied at all, Sakura doesn't know; she only remembers his warm breath against her neck before she succumbed to slumber.

The same warm breath that is fanning over her face right now.

"Is this another booty call?" She can't resist the gentle tease when she feels Sasuke trying to wake her up; his hands roam all over her body as he nuzzles her hair, her cheek, her ear...

"No," he mumbles.

A hand dips to rest on her flat stomach, the other one moves on her back. She feels his fingers trailing the uchiwa between her shoulder blades.

Sakura had tossed his shirt on earlier after a trip to the bathroom. She shivers remembering the heated look on his face when she turned to him and the dark fabric slid down her bare body, stopping around her thighs.

"And," he says in an afterthought, breaking her daydream. "You were the one that woke me up the last time."

Sakura scoffs; affronted by the accusation. "I was hungry, and with reason!"

"So we cooked—"

"Made sandwiches!"

"—then we took a shower—"

"I was–we needed that!"

"And the shower turned into a second round," he continues, apparently dismissing her rebuttals completely.

She groans; partly amused and partly annoyed at their conversation. "What's your point?"

"That was not a booty call," he simply states.

"Says," here Sakura pauses and twists her body, only so she can look him in the eyes as she adds air quotes to her words, "the experienced one." She gives him a pointed look then, "come on, Sasuke. You were a virgin a few hours ago."

"So were you."

A yawn overtakes her, and she cranes her neck to glance at the alarm clock, surprised to find that it's almost six in the morning. "Is this a booty call or not?"

"It is what you want it to be," he tells her as he plays with the tips of her pink locks.

"Ok," she grins, throwing him a mischievous look. "Let's talk!"

Sasuke lets out an exaggerated groan as if her choice of words were particularly painful to hear, though the soften of his eyes tells her he may be messing with her too.

"No, no." she says quickly. Her voice carries a hint of fake bravado, but then she remembers something, "this is important."

"How so?"

"For starters, care to explain why you thought I was one of Naruto's clones?"

"Could you blame me?" His answer is blunt, and he sounds exasperated. "I never thought you would be sneaking here wearing that." At that, he points to the pile of black lace on his floor, and a conceited look fills her face. He pokes her ribs when he notices it. "You left the party, I thought you had an emergency call or something."

"That makes sense," she says, a finger coming to tap her chin as she thinks it over. "Although, it still doesn't explain why you would mistake me for a copy in the first place."

"Your chakra was hidden," he points out, nodding to himself. "And, the copy was very accurate."

"What?"

"Naruto's harem jutsu earlier—"

"Naruto's using me in that jutsu, and it's accurate..." Her voice goes up a few octaves as she repeats the new information to herself and trails off, mortified.

Sakura becomes quiet, feeling her blood boiling and rising to her face. She's not only embarrassed, Sakura feels a strong displeasure and hostility growing inside her, fueling her anger. Maybe that's the reason why Sasuke doesn't say anything; he's waiting for her to take everything in.

A little longer than a year ago, Sakura had to deal with Sai and his stupid gift idea for her birthday. The idiot had ordered a stripper for her dinner party, saying it was a Team's gift for her.

Not only was it entirely inappropriate, her teammate had the audacity of requesting the dancer to use a henge to look exactly like the last Uchiha. Sai even provided extensive details of clothing and a picture for reference.

Her left eye twitches as she recalls the experience that happened only a few feet from where she is, in Sasuke's living room.

And now, it's Naruto's turn.

"How did he…" Sakura groans, unable to think what she will do about this situation. Her inner self starts to master a plan when Sasuke interrupts her thoughts.

"If you don't get to him first, I'll make him forget," Sasuke says, burying his face on her neck.

He seems as frustrated as her. She feels a dark aura coming off of him, the words promising revenge, and this is so last decade that she can't help it; Sakura laughs, finding herself relaxing, her previous tense muscles now losing and tingling from the feel of Sasuke's hard, warm body pressed against hers.

Kami, she loves the feel of him all around her.

His hand is a solid weight on her hip, keeping her tight to him as she catches her breath. If she's not imagining it, there's another solid weight nearby; his very noticeable erection against her ass.

The feel of it sends a streak of satisfaction through her. Sakura moves her hips just enough, so her ass rubs the hard ridge. He gives her a sexy grunt, his fingers digging into her flesh.

It amazes her how she's the one turning him on; how he responds to her, especially when it's only the two of them, alone. As she marvels over the knowledge that she managed to get option Three as an outcome of her plan, Sasuke plants a kiss on the curve of her neck, calling her attention.

His hand is absently caressing her, drawing a random path on her skin as it moves. She feels her body starting to respond to him, following his digits and seeking their warmth. A hand reaches for him, her fingers threading dark locks in reflex. Carefully, her nails scratch his scalp, mimicking his languorous pace.

Although this slow, lazy morning treatment is becoming her new idea of heaven, Sakura can't help but compare it with last night and wish for more. Just a little more.

She shivers when the pad of his thumb grazes her nipple. Her back arches slightly towards the feathery touch and a whimper escapes her mouth.

And that's all it takes.

Behind her, she feels Sasuke pushing her (his) shirt up with one hand and yanking his boxers down with the, he's guiding his length to her opening.

The instant that he enters her, Sakura moans. The new position stretches her in a delicious way that makes her core clamp around him. He hisses against her neck, holding her still for a second as she adjusts to the intrusion.

When he starts to move, it's with slow strokes that seem to drive both with wild desire. Every time he retreats, she feels desperately empty, achy.

She's already addicted to him, to his kisses, to his taste, the way he feels… and it's been just a few hours. Maybe it's due to their prolonged build up or maybe it's because they are Sasuke and Sakura, and that's just how their bond works now; intense and fierce, and like a broken dam, it can't be stopped.

His hips buckle and his breathing quickens, and Sakura knows he's fighting to keep it slow, to make this last. A shaky whimper slips out of her mouth when he hits one spot inside of her.

"Oh, Kami. Do that again."

"I have no idea what I did, Sakura."

"You... you twisted your hips," she tries to explain, her vision wavers when he does it again. "Ohhh yes, like that."

And just like that he continues; steady and precise.

His hand stops teasing her breast, giving it a final squeeze before reaching down between her closed legs. He presses his thumb on her clit and rubs it gently.

Her brain scrambles every time he fills her with a deep thrust, and soon the slow pace turns into a fast, relentless rhythm that makes him groan with abandon.

"You feel so good," he rasps in her ear.

Her eyes close shut at the sound, and her hips move on their own volition to meet his thrusts; they are harder and deeper, turning her vision into a white haze.

Intense pleasure surges through her bloodstream, and she feels it taking over her body. Her hand fists his hair when she cries out in pleasure and he keeps pumping inside of her as she trembles in release.

With a grunt, Sasuke speeds up, nudging the curve of her neck with his nose as a warning before he bites down. Sakura feels her legs shaking even harder when he reaches his climax, the combination of delicious sensations making her mind fragment into a million pieces.

As the shattering pleasure finally abates, she registers that she's not even fully naked, and that it's still too early to be waking up and leaving bed, though she feels completely reinvigorated.

When Sasuke rolls on his back, she follows, climbing on top of him. She kisses his cheek and leans back to look at him.

"So, twenty huh? I don't need to ask you about the party, but did you…" She pauses to chew on her lip, gathering courage to ask, "like the gift?"

Smirking, he flips her over, pinning her under his hard muscles. His mismatched eyes gleam as he descends, stopping just an inch from touching her.

"This," he says and presses his mouth against hers. It's gentle and the sweetest kiss imaginable, so uncharacteristically Sasuke. "It feels..." another kiss on the tip of her nose, and then another one is placed on her seal. "Perfect."

.fin.

Bonus Scenes

Sakura honestly can't remember the last time she smiled this much. It's the middle of summer, she's off work, and she got the guy.

Her inner self does a victory dance in her mind now that she's alone and can focus on the magnitude of the latest events in her life.

It's a pleasantly warm day, and though Sakura wouldn't mind spending it entirely inside, in the company of her newly acquired boyfriend, she has a couple of errands to run in town.

One of them can be crossed off her list already.

She leaves the Hyuga compound with a spring in her steps, happy that the task was effortless.

Bless Hinata and her understanding personality.

It didn't take more than fifteen minutes for Sakura to have a little chat with the Hyuga Princess and bring her up to speed.

She has plans to meet Sasuke for lunch soon – it seems like he can't stay away from her anymore, not that she's complaining – and she walks to the heart of Konoha to kill some time with her best friend.

"Hey Ino-Pig," she calls from the flower shop doorstep.

"In the back, Forehead!"

Sakura stops to grab a daffodil on her way and then hops on the counter, waiting for Ino. She plays with the smooth petals and brings it up for a sniff.

"Ah, new beginnings. I see," Ino says with a glint of wisdom in her eyes.

Sakura hums in response, tucking the flower in her hair. They both learned the language of flowers in the Academy days, though being Ino's friend allowed her to learn more than the kids' textbook offered.

"Here, let me," Ino intervenes and places the flower carefully behind Sakura's ear. "Now, spill."

"What?"

"Oh, don't go act all coy now. I want details."

"No way—"

"Sakura," Ino whines.

"Ok! During breakfast, Sasuke-kun asked if it comes in red," Sakura tells her best friend, remembering how she was draped on his lap as they ate, and he inquired about her attire choice. Who knew Uchiha Sasuke had a thing for lace? Or maybe it is Sakura in lace?

"Huh, red eh?" The blonde wiggles her eyebrows, "that's your color."

"I know," she giggles.

"What else, how was it?"

Sakura stays quiet, averting her eyes to avoid the question. She's sure she's blushing too.

"Come on, Sakura! You're the only person in the world that knows – and will know – this information!"

"No, absolutely not."

"You forgot who I am?" Ino says, flickering her own forehead to remind her friend of her bloodline jutsu.

She swallows, reminiscing the last time the Yamanaka was in her head. Sakura won when they were kids, and then the jutsu was never used on her ever again. But what about now? Now that Ino's the head of her clan and has mastered all her bloodline secrets? Should she risk it? Is she bluffing?

If the blonde is indeed bluffing, Sakura doesn't want to find out, because if her theory is wrong and her friend gets inside her head now, then Ino gets to see Sasuke naked.

And that's a big no-no.

"Just share something," she pushes, poking Sakura's arm. "Just one little thing."

"What, for example?"

"Size!"

Sakura scoffs, "you jumped the gun there."

But then, Sakura glances at Ino and sees her girlish grin and something inside her constricts. She feels like they've waited for moments like this for so long… Moments where they could be just two girl friends – entering adulthood, sharing stories and secrets – instead of important kunoichi with important jobs and no certainty of a next time.

"Okay," she surrenders with a sigh, and Ino jumps in excitement.

"Okay, Forehead." Ino starts and she groans, dreading what will happen next.

Ino moves her hands in front of Sakura, creating a gap between them. Baby-blues find emeralds with a knowing question.

"More," Sakura says.

Ino increases the gap and raises an eyebrow.

"More..."

Ino slightly increases the distance.

"Huh… one more in—"

"How can you walk, woman?!" Ino whispers-yells and Sakura tries to slap a hand on her mouth.

A ding interrupts their animated interaction and two sets of eyes dart to the front door. And the new customer is no one other than their subject; Uchiha Sasuke.

Sakura smirks when she sees Ino blushing and stuttering a greeting.

"Ready?" He asks her and nods to her friend.

She hops off the counter with a promise of brunch and leaves Ino to digest the new information.

"Hi," she says when they leave the store.

"Hn."

"Huh, so you are back to hns or is it just outside?"

He gives her a look that promises her a lot more than words when they are back within four walls. She rolls her eyes at him and snatches his hand.

"Come on," she says, looking at the sun and guessing the time. "We'll miss it."

"What?"

"Revenge!"

He frowns, stopping in his tracks. "I thought we weren't getting any revenge."

"No, Sasuke-kun, I said we weren't getting our hands dirty. But we are getting revenge."

"What did you do?" He asks, looking behind them towards the flower shop.

"Oh, there with Ino? We only chatted..." Sakura trails off, feeling her cheeks warming up as she recalls the little chat. "At Hinata's though..." Sakura grins, leaning closer to tell him her plan. "I let her in on some information about her fiancée."

Sasuke smirks, understanding everything without further explanation.

"Uzumaki Naruto!"

They hear the yell before they see anything. Sakura is pretty sure they are still a block away from the ramen shop, but that's unmistakably Hinata's voice.

She jumps to the rooftop and Sasuke follows, getting closer to the lovers' spat. They crouch in a corner, masking their chakras, and watch with twin smirks as their teammate is scolded by the kind, shy Hinata of all people.

The argument is short and to the point, and quickly Naruto realizes what this is about. There is protest at first and then the blonde whines.

"I had to do it! The bastard was wasting time…"

Both ninjas hear when Hinata tells Naruto to not bother stopping by tonight, and at that, Sakura pokes Sasuke's arm.

"That is revenge," she whispers, pointing at the couple. "If we had beaten him up, Kurama would have healed him in a few hours. This way, Hinata is taking from him something he cherishes more than ramen for at least a few days."

Gazing at her with an appreciative look, Sasuke whispers back, "you are evil." He stands up first, and stretches out his hand, quickly pulling Sakura to her feet. "I should have taken you with me when I left."

The grin that follows is mutual and also unexpected. It only shows her how far they've come; both are able to joke about a painful moment that marked their history.

"See Sasuke-kun," she says, bumping her hips with his. "I told you I could help you with revenge."

She throws a wink over her shoulder and tugs at his hand, guiding him home.

A/N: And done! xD

First, my apologies for the delay (life happened :/). To make up for that, I added a light smut to this chapter and more details in the bonus scenes ^^

Second, thank you so much everyone that read and reviewed this story, you all keep me going! s2

I hope you enjoyed this story, it was fun to write it! :D

Have a wonderful week & stay safe!

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