Dear god, I have failed you all D; . My apologies on the EXTREMELY late update. I truly have no excuse-except that I'm incredibly lazy and unmotivated. I had to re-read reviews to get pumped enough to update. Although, I've realized I am such an idiot for not even remembering where I was going with this. Crap, I have no idea what I'm doing anymore O_O

Nevertheless, enjoy the update and expect more soon. I figure if I don't start updating this summer then I'm never going to be motivated enough to update later. Strike the iron when it's hot ;D

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. INSERT QUIRKY YET HUMOUROUS REMARK HERE.

Closure

Wrapped in his loving embrace, Sakura relished the feeling of being enveloped against his skin. 'Hold me' she thought wistfully, while her hands wandered over the soft cotton of his shirt. Rigid, solid planes of taunt muscle flexed as she held onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist in a silent plea for more. His tongue thrusted wildly in her mouth, mating with hers as she pulled his head down to greedily take more. Eventually the need for air was too great and they both broke apart. After of which, Sasuke began attacking her throat, suckling her pulse as she writhed in his arms.

"Sakura." he whispered, slightly out of breath.

She could only nod.

"God, don't ever do that to me again." he groaned, resting his head on the crook of her neck. Her legs dangled from his waist before slowly dropping to the ground beneath. With his head rested on her shoulder, they stood in silent contemplation. There were so many words to say, so many problems they had dismissed and too many apologies to make. Where to begin and how to begin again. . . they were so unsure.

"I was confused," she began, hating the deafening silence around them.

"I-I didn't know how to love anyone."

He didn't move.

"Not after my mother." she murmured quietly. There was a stretch of silence as the couple regained their breaths, words escaping them. It was so crucial. This moment was crucial for the rest of their lives.

"I know, Sakura," hesitantly his hands rose, and he rested them on her shoulders. "I didn't know how to love either. In fact, I don't think I've quite gotten the hang of it." gently he placed a small kiss on her cheek. A small, awkward smile appeared on his face as he averted his face-clearing his throat as a blush bloomed. It was so sweet of him. It made Sakura want to cry. The words just spilled out before she even had a chance to think them through.

"I'm terrified that you'll leave me one day a-and everything we w-went through together. . ." tears formed in her eyes,

"That I might become so s-sad and lonely that I'll end up l-like my mother. I can't do it." her hands fisted in his shirt as she began wildly sobbing. "I don't want this."

"I was s-so worried about that stupid attraction I had for you. I didn't want to get hurt by you but you did hurt me and-" she dug her face into the wrinkled cotton snared by her hands, rambling incoherent sentences.

He stroked her back, a little startled as to what he should do to comfort her. He had forgotten about her mother and the original deal. He knew that at the time, he had grown tired of his life. He was rich, successful and wanted. Being respected all his life because his father's businesses and his own handsomeness, Sasuke never gave a thought to the lives of others. At the same time, Sakura's mother was suffering as the Uchiha name climbed. 'How did she feel as a child? Insecure? Unwanted? A burden?' he thought with shame. He remembered complaining as a child of having a nosy butler, not being allowed to play with real guns or not being served dishes that he liked at dinner.

Staring at the woman sobbing in front of him, the only one that made him feel calm, angry, annoyed and happy at the same time, made him realize how much he loved her. He knew he loved her before, but now he knew why he loved her.

'Everything you lived through made me love you even more.'

As if he was running back in time, he could picture buying her a cake to apologize for upsetting her; he remembered setting a million candles on a lake to see her smile. He remembered staying up late, planning his scheme to see her tomorrow. He remembered soft smiles, mischievous eyes and quirky retorts. It wasn't just the physical with them. Everything about her appealed to him since the moment he saw her at the conference.

Long legs, pencil skirt with a prim white blouse.

Her eyes were bright, grassy like a meadow but as brilliant as emeralds. Diamonds even.

He remembered marrying her; feeling betrayed when he realized 'why' she married him. A deal with his father. A favor for 30 million dollars. But he knew she didn't keep it. His father had remarked that the sum had never been withdrawn-never taken. All she wanted was the closure, the feeling of knowing she could have taken it from him.

He hugged her closer and loved her for the better because of it.

"Sakura. . ."

She hiccupped.

"Don't be afraid to love me."

He lifted her face to meet his, spreading his hands on her chin to wipe away some of the moisture.

"I'm scared our mistakes will make us hate each other one day."

He grabbed her chin and made her stare into his eyes. The deep, charcoal seemed to smolder

"We mess up."

She nodded.

"We argue."

A smile.

"But the difference is . . ."

Her breath caught as his mouth touched hers, gently without much pressure. Just a brush.

"We always come back."

"Why do I put up with you?" she laughed unsteadily, sniffing as she swiped at the beads on her eyes.

"Nevertheless, I won't ever let you go."

He pulled her hand to his heart. She darted her eyes away.

He waited patiently for them to lift.

Slowly, but surely her lashes lifted and he pulled her head up to his, muttering affectionately,

"Stubborn."

And kissed her with the longing inside his heart. Willing her to feel what he felt. To understand. He wasn't sure if he could always voice what he felt but he knew for sure that actions spoke louder than words.

For a while, she stood frozen, unable to respond as he threw his heart to her. But no one could resist the allure of an Uchiha's heart as he strung himself up. She reached out tentatively to brush his face. Once, twice on the cheek, a third on his pec and she found herself being carried. He scooped up her legs, keeping contact with her lips the entire time as he placed her on the bed. He spent an eternity getting her out her clothes. She brushed her hands in his raven hair, pleading as he bent over her shirt and popped each button off with his tongue. It was so hot and she twisted on the sheets as his hands stroked the inside of her thighs, close to the velvet folds of her sex but not quite. She yanked his head down to her chest and he gave a throaty chuckle as she arched her breasts forward in a silent plea.

"What do you want?" he smiled in mock coyness.

She shook her head and reached for his mouth, stroking as he sucked on her fingers. "Yes." she breathed.

"Where do you want my tongue?" he encouraged her, dipping a finger inside her wetness. She let out a soft moan and nodded again. He inserted another finger, watching the pleasure ignite on her face as he lightly pumped. She was so incredibly tight. His fingers squished together against the walls of her soaking core. Dragging his fingers out he marveled at how drenched they were and began spreading the substance all around her sex, in between her folds before holding it to her mouth. She sucked on them obediently, her eyes glazed before she pulled them out with a whisper.

"I want it down there."

His arousal flared.

He had never seen Sakura so vulnerable. Even though he had in all technicality 'fucked' her, she had never truly given herself to him fully. She never let him have complete control over her, always attempting some level of dominance. Seeing her this way, after all this time made him realize how much trust she had in him right now. How she was giving him everything she had.

'This is love.' he thought in amazement.

This was their first time. Their first time 'making love'. That's what today was.

'Making love'.

He was going to make take this as slow as he could. Even if it killed him. Which, he thought with a glance at Sakura's compliant form, would surely do the trick.

He lowered his head to the patch of strawberry curls and inhaled.

"So wet." he murmured and gave her a lick. She moaned and spread her legs wider. "Yes, just like that. Let me see all of you. God, I want to open you with my fingers. Is that okay?"

She viciously nodded her head. Giving her another lick, he inserted his fingers inside of her, turned on by the squelch of her cum as he inserted them deeper-he pulled her wider. Her hips arched as she cried out. Licking his lips, he stared at the small, pink hole revealed to him. "I want to see what my cock gets to see every time I make love to you."

"Ha. . . Sasuke. Please. Oh god, I need you inside me right now."

"Right inside this hole?" he whispered darkly in her ear, his fingers spreading the folds wider and wider.

"Your such a bastard." she replied annoyed-out of breath when he pumped two fingers inside of her. He chuckled at her response as he continued thrusting his fingers inward. She writhed beneath him, moaning louder and louder as she reached her climax. He didn't know if he could control himself any longer. Desperate, she pulled on his shirt in search of skin, ripping buttons off as they scattered to the floor. He chuckled as she attacked his chest with her kisses. Nibbling on his neck and sucking on his nipples. He groaned as his throbbing shaft bobbed right between her ass.

"I'm not done with you yet." He grabbed her wrists in his hands and raised them above her hand. Reaching her breasts with his face, he gave each one a lick before submerging his entire head in the mounds. Shaking his head back and forth, licking and leaving small bites on her nipples. She could feel herself slowly coming undone as her moans grew louder.

"Oh please." she sobbed.

He grabbed her ankles and spread them wide. His blood racing as he took all his remaining garments off. "Yes, take them all off. I want to see you." she panted as his cock sprang free, throbbing in all its thickness.

He was huge. She was still amazed that he could fit inside her.

But she wanted all of it.

He went to the bed and bent over to kiss her. She let out a sharp gasp as he plunged inside of her, her muscles clenched in response as her walls stretched unbearably. He pulled out slightly, panting over her shoulder. "Your so tight. Your pussy's so damn tight. I want to come inside of you."

He plunged inside again, chanting words of endearment in her ears, groaning as she tightened. Planting erotic fantasies in her mind and milking her core of everything it had. She was mindless. He was all-consuming.

When they both felt their climaxes coming, they grabbed onto one another, heart against heart and stared into each other's eyes.

"I'm-I'm gonna. . ." she panted.

He nodded, unable to speak as he lifted her leg higher to go deeper. He groaned louder as she slipped to the hilt of his cock.

She screamed his name and he slammed into her with one last thrust, his mouth smothering her cries as she convulsed. She could feel his hot seed spilling inside of her, filling her as his shaft throbbed. It felt incredibly hot as she reached down to stroke their joined bodies. It was a long time before he had enough breath to pull out of her. He liked being inside of her though. So hot and wet. However, it was an uncomfortable position to be in when you wanted sleep. She was tired and he wasn't masochistic enough to want to endure another round of foreplay.

Slowly, he inched out and fell on his back. A trail of cum slid down her core and dripped on the sheets. She sighed and closed her legs embarrassedly. Her cheeks aflame as she realized how much she truly gave to him, how different it felt to be intimate with him. He pulled her closer, knowing that even though he was hot, sticky and tired- women had a thing for cuddling after mind-blowing sex.

Well, that's what Naruto said that one time. God knows if the idiot was right or not.

Then again, when did he start taking love advice from that dobe? Was he an idiot for listening to an idiot? Was this the right topic to be thinking about right after having sex? He got goose bumps thinking how this would appear to Sakura.

Thank god she was softly dozing, unaware by how perturbed her husband was.

"How could you sleep with her?"

Sakura's voice rising as she questioned him. After their warm greetings were over and they both dozed for a solid two hours, she felt fully charged-ready to do battle. She'd wanted answers to a lot of things.

Another thought crept to mind.

"You did fire her after. . . right?" his fingers continued to skim along the side of her spine and she shivered slightly at his feather touch.

Dark eyebrows lifted, "Jealous?"

"Enough to castrate you and her hairy legs."

"Were they now?" he said amused.

"Thick as a jungle." she replied primly.

A chuckle fanned across her face. Her breath shook slightly when he bent down from his elbow and skimmed his lips on her forehead.

"Don't even think about distracting me. I want answers-" his hand closed around a breast, brushing the tip.

"It's not the same." he replied in her ear, giving her another squeeze. She jumped slightly. Sasuke was a man of few words. He wasn't particularly adept at speaking aloud and voicing his thoughts. He simply spoke a command and it was done.

No questions asked.

Although she hoped to break him of the habit, it was his nature to either speak little or demonstrate through actions. She felt his thumb stroke her nipple, gently as if he were petting her. 'Not the same' must be equivalent to 'I didn't feel the same way with her as I felt with you'.

"Why her then?" she gasped when he pulled her closer to nuzzle a mound.

"It didn't matter. I needed to prove something."

"To who?Oh, not there. . ." he bit her and chuckled when she jolted. "Ticklish?"

"Just horny."

She could feel him smirk against her skin . "My favourite kind of ticklish."

She knew at this point, conversation would be pointless. There was just no thinking involved when it came to pleasure. She had to pry him off of her before he'd send them into a flurry of lust. After a bit of wrestling on her part, she managed to slip past his arms to the edge of the bed. Sitting up and huffing while she pulled her hair away from her face. She shivered slightly from the cold, the tips of her rosy nipples peaked and she could feel the soreness in between her legs. He lay on his back, groaning and accusing her of unfair torture as he observed the reactions her body had.

"I'm sure you can handle a bit of skin." she replied cheekily.

"At least put a robe on before I attack you." he muttered. This woman had no self-awareness whatsoever. He'd accuse her of deliberately seducing him if he didn't know better.

She bit her tongue, feeling like a tease. "Does it bother you?" she asked curiously. They had been married for a while now and it never really struck her how she could have been the instigator for a lot of their 'sex-marathons'. She'd always assumed it was him and his libido.

He gave her a good, long stare.

So it really was her fault. She could remember frolicking in her half naked glory around the house and wondering why he was always so aroused. She was used to it since she'd gotten her own house. It slipped her mind that it wasn't supposed to be considered 'normal'.

"It's fine. Just don't expect me to make conversation while you're looking at me like that."

Her eyes glowed in question and he gave a long sigh.

'Like what?' she wanted to ask.

Sasuke ignored her, using the silence to stabilize his raging hard-on. Women and their constant questioning. God, he was going to need some serious medical attention after all this.

"Talk."

And talk she did. The question about Karin didn't come up again but Sakura felt she understood. He felt he needed to establish the grounds in their relationship. Maybe he had felt the threat she had felt. The feelings that were developing in their relationship made them insecure, worried and anxious. He had never loved anyone before. She had and lost it all. He wasn't accustomed to the limitations that serious feelings gave him. He didn't want anyone but her. Terrifying and strange. After that, he embraced the feelings and followed her around like the love-sick puppy he was.

"Gaara."

The name itself made her blush. She knew what he was thinking.

"I didn't sleep with him," she hoped she didn't sound as defensive as she felt.

"He didpropose to me," he growled and she quickly continued ,"But he's a brother. He was there for me when you were being a jerk."

". . . Brother's don't propose to their sisters."

"Well, he didn't feel the same way I did."

"He won't be feeling anything if I see him hanging all over you again."

She rolled her eyes and shuffled her way across the bed to his side. She looked down on him, the robe he urged her to slip on slipped off her shoulder. His eyes darted to the creaminess beneath with carnal intensity.

"Not the same" she murmured to him. She used his words to make him understand.

'Only you make me feel this way'

She sat on his abdomen, her legs spread on either side of him and her blossom hair spilling across his chest. He played with the silky ends commenting that it had grown again. He absolutely loved her hair. She laughed as he said that, pulling away as he started kissing the strands as if he were ardently in love with them.

"When our child died . . ." his voice turning dark and gravelly, "I was a failure."

He didn't protect what was his. He allowed them to be put in danger. It was his carelessness, his inability to protect what was his that caused the death of their unborn child. He often cursed himself for what he should have done but hadn't. However, he knew that no amount of self-loathing could bring their child back. All he could do was learn from his mistakes and make Sakura as happy as he could.

'And make another baby' his mind mocked.

He knew that the problem wouldn't be in the process of baby-making. It would be the delivering that would make him anxious and worried. Labor pains. Curses and blood. Seeing Sakura bleed could make him faint.

She stroked his chest absentmindedly, eyes downcast, unknowing of the recent turn in his thoughts.

"Not your fault but ours. I think it was better this way," he grabbed her hand and pulled her forward. 'Your eyes, let me see your eyes' he seemed to say.

"I think this was the only way for us to mature- for us to confront out problems and learn from them."

She hugged him close to her, inhaling the scent of his masculinity and squirming when he placed his hand on her rounded ass.

"Everything happens for a reason." she whispered brokenly into his skin, feeling so much relief that she could finally speak to him about their problems. Next thing she knew, he had his lips on her. Just a peck really. A smack on the lips that lingered a bit before brushing along the edge of her jaw and then her nose.

"So many reasons." and she pulled his head down to hers, tired of talking with their words and wanting to speak with their bodies.

"I want it now. Don't make me wait."

But he did make her wait. He wanted to love her with his body and stroke the fire in her soul. Stroking, caressing and teasing her most sensitive skin. Slipping inside of her with his fingers, drenching the sheets with their sweat and her fluids but refusing to join completely. He whispered scandalous things in her ears, turning them pink and making her feel deliciously naughty.

"I'm going to slip my tongue right inside this crevice . . . "

Show me.

". . . Slip my cock right between your breasts. . . "

Then softly, hesitant as if he was afraid she would break. He lulled her with his sheer capacity for love. Submerged in bliss, grasping for him in her heated vision as if she wasn't sure this wasn't a dream.

". . . Run my hands through your hair . . ."

Butterfly kisses up her navel,

". . . Hear your breath on my skin. . ."

Running through the valley of her breasts, heat on skin,

and a hand intertwined with hers through the haze.

". . . never let you go as long as I live."

WHOO. HOT AND SPICEH update ? Oh, you bet your sweet cheeks I did ;D One of the longest chapters I've written actually and by far, the best written. I've never had Sasuke talk so much before but man that guy is PASSIONATE. Made me swoon just thinking about all these cheesy lines being said by him.

Shiver me timbers ;D

Hope you enjoyed the update and please review! I love you all my wonderful lovelies ;)