Warning: Mature content

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."

Mark Twain

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'You came'

'I want to talk'

'About you and I'

'You mean us.'

'Has there ever been…us.'

.

.

.

I.

A small smirk playing on his enchanting lips. But the emotion has never reached his eyes. Those eyes…of his…insanity…'True. Because what I am interested in…is you.'

'Why?' She held her ground, despite the syllables in her unique name, rolling sinfully delicious over his tongue, letting her know the effect his alluring baritone voice still had on her mind.

And soul.

And heart.

In life.

And even after…

'You want me.' It was not a question. She watched him take small steps towards her, predatory, swiftly like he was defying gravity-he probably was-entrapping her with those flaming sapphire black eyes, burning her mind to ashes, to the point she felt her chest constrict.

'This is why you are here.' Far away…still so far away…still not close enough…

It was never

Enough.

'You are wrong' His unfaltering steps only came to a halt when their faces were close enough for their breaths to fan on each other's lips, her emerald glimmering eyes flying down on those impossibly luscious lips she craved to taste…drink…feel the silkiness under her own, massaging and dancing together, in the rhythm their hearts dictated.

She wanted him…closer…no…closer was dangerous…far

Far

Far

Away

From her mind

And soul

And heart

And life

His mint breath has blown a steam of hot air upon the rosy soft petals, parted unconsciously at the feel of him asking for permission to explore, to taste her.

Intoxicating.

'You are not real' She tried to reason with her mind. But her body was only listening to him. Calling him. Wanting him.

Let

Me

Be

Free

She came there to put an end to the masquerade.

He was pulling her erect rosy nipples hard, enjoying the feel of the soft sensitive skin tingling under his touch, then squeezed her full breasts, massaging and rubbing them together with the back of his palm, while he worked inside her, fucking her senseless, with all his might, thrusting deep inside her womb, hitting her sweet spot each time he pulled back and darted all the way inside, while she was moaning helplessly, screaming his name in bliss, stirring the animal within him to bury himself even deeper each time he took her, as fast as it was humanly possible.

Her knees were bruised from constantly hitting the hard wooden surface of the kitchen counter, while her knuckles were going purple at the harsh grip she had on the edge, holding her for dear life, but she couldn't move an inch because his hard rock body was keeping her trapped.

She had convulsions on all her muscles and her mind had a complete shut down, giving in completely into the feel of him moving inside her with abandonment, perceiving him through all her pores.

It was madness what he lighted into her.

No one would be able to make her feel so good, so light headed and so amazingly free to spread her wings and fly.

She felt liberated whenever she was in his arms, that time being no exception.

She arched her long swan neck when she felt his hot tongue tracing her shoulder blades, the going up to her arched spine, aiming for the pulse.

She tilted her head to give him full access to press his canines down her throbbing vein, sucking the sensitive flesh hungrily, making her insane.

'Ahhhh….'

She gripped the edge of the counter with one hand, preventing her stomach to hit the hard furniture because of his harsh thrusts, barely managing to keep herself standing, the other fumbling backwards to lock her fingers into his midnight velvet messy locks, pulling, almost forcing his mouth to leave the neck he was ravaging.

Like a lion devouring his prey, not letting any cell uncovered by his expert lips, grazing his teeth all the way to her collarbone, as far as he could go from that position, feeling his own vision get foggy at the taste of her milk and honey flavored porcelain skin, trying to drink from her very life, vibrating through her pores whenever he managed to steal a broken cry from her bruised plump parted lips.

'You only live inside my mind'

He growled low into his chest at the sensation, feeling even more turned on and that only urged him to go deeper into her slick passage, faster, as far as he could reach.

If that would have been possible, he would have hit her up to the back of her throat, not getting enough of how amazingly fit her clamping around his rock member inner walls felt, swallowing and welcoming him into her gentle frame.

Magnificent and unbelievably amazing.

Like Yin and Yang mixing their essences together, to create an universal ordeal. It was a language only they could speak.

'What is imagination for you? Something tangible...'

'Sasuke...'

'Something debauched...'

Sasuke rolled the rosy bud, playing with the creamy tissue of her breast, the other slipping past her front, descending down sensually, resting in between her parted legs, just where they were connected, pinching her swollen erect clit, rubbing her at the same fast peace with his pounds on her.

She lost her mind screaming ecstasy. He did everything he wanted with her body.

He was touching her without any shame whatever he liked it and she didn't stop him.

She liked what he was doing even though she felt like a cheap whore. Wasn't that what she was after all?

Only sex. And it was her consent to give him her body to abuse, agreeing to fuck him the first time they met, until she couldn't keep her eyes opened.

'Ah...no...stop...'

Sinful

Delectable

Ironically forbidden. Like the apple. That apple.

Throw me outside Eden and skin me alive.

With your touch

Your nectar kiss

My deepest desire

Lies in you

And I don't know you.

'But I love you. Every part of you.'

Sakura felt her all muscles aching and there was a boiling pool inside her lower abdomen, making her hot like melting lava, her inner walls constrict at the feel of Sasuke stretching her insides, tearing her tight passage apart with his hard thrusts, begging to be released.

She came violently when a sudden orgasm hit her full force, her body going flushed and she almost fell on the kitchen counter if not for his strong arms folding around her thin waist, dearly, possessively and prevent a collision.

'Who are you?'

She felt a pair of soft moist lips pressed at the back of her ear shell, blowing a hot steam of air, fanning her jaw and neck, sending delectable shivers down her spine and he only managed two more trusts before he exploded inside her, filling her with his offspring, their combined juices dripping from her core, leaking down her thigh and knee.

Sasuke`s harsh ragged breaths were cooling down the drops of sweat rolling down her hair, to her shoulder, planting a soft kiss on the sensitive skin. He was still firmly planted inside her, refusing to let go.

Warm

Rock hard

Insatiable

Irresistible

Haven't they had enough already?

'Sasuke'

'Who are you? I want to know...'

'Does it matter?'

'Does this not feel good?'

'No...' liar. Her mind screamed at her.

'...I am engaged...'

'You are not'

Their sweaty bodies were glued together and she could feel every rise and fall of his chiseled chest pressing her back with every uneven breath he took and the pump of his ecstatic heartbeat drumming like a pendulum swing in the caress of time, echoing through her intoxicated mind.

'You are not'

'He asked me'

'But you refused him'

'...Sasuke...'

A hot mouth was pressed on her ear, whispering the lascivious simple command. 'Suck me.' Sakura felt her knees turn to jelly and her core damp in excitement.

To taste him and let her tongue wander through his unblemished skin, to the content of her heart, free of restrain and prejudices, getting drunk of his taste. But usually she that before he entered her.

She turned around into his arms to face him, feeling him retract, making her shiver at the loss of his warmth feeling her in, taking a step back to give her space to go down on her knees, envelop the base of his semi erect shaft with her small lean fingers, tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.

He was covered in their body fluids and surprisingly enough she didn't feel disgusted, on the contrary, she felt herself getting wet and horny.

'Sakura...' Sasuke fisted his hands down her damp pink hair while he felt her rolling her tongue expertly along the throbbing veins of the long shaft, then going back to take a long lick on his balls, putting her mouth over the sensitive skin and suckle them gently, while her hand fisted around his manwhood, stroking him at the same time, dragging the soft layer of his foreskin up and down, making him growl deep into his chest, while indecent curses left his parted lips, onyx eyes shut tight.

There was a burning sensation clenching in his lower abdomen and it intensified with each passing second, while she worked expertly on him, pleasuring him like only she would be able to.

Sakura licked him all like a lollipop, moaning at the taste of him, emerald eyes shut tight to have a better perception of his skin on her own, with ample grazes of her abrasive tongue, going back to the oozing with milky juices tip, spiting on it to add more moisture, then taking him into her mouth, sucking soundly and flicking her tongue over the head, saliva and cum leaking at the corner of her mouth, while she lowered her head, trying to take as much as she could from him, until he hit the back of her throat, making her gag.

'Fuck…Sakura'

Sasuke jerked his hips forward, pushing himself more into Sakura`s mouth, growling at the feel of her lips pressed around his hardened member.

She bobbled her mouth up and down, setting a slow motion, teasing him and tasting their combined fluids on her tongue. It was salty and hot and not in the slightest bad.

He lulled his head forward, thrusting faster, fucking her mouth, panting and growling her name.

She shut her eyes, feeling her lungs scream for oxygen, saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth, going dizzy.

She gripped his firm ass for support, while she was orally pleasuring him, sucking him like he wanted, letting him set the peace he wanted, his knees hitting her shoulders her each time he moved.

And she liked every part of what was happening, finding herself having a carnal urge for him. All of him. As much as he could give, she would greedily take him all.

For Sakura, it was an exciting feeling the mere thought of him being so defenseless and willing to beg for pleasure, lowering his walls to the point she was able to actually see emotions flowing through his pants and body language.

Bathed in lust forest green eyes crept open to look at his face, marveling at the erotic sight of his damp raven locks sticking to his high cheeks, concealing his pnyx long lashed eyes, neck arched, thin lips partly opened to inhale harshly and the manly sounds coming from his were making her go crazy.

She felt her own throbbing lower lips soak at the sight of him so lost in pleasure.

Suddenly, Sakura felt him pulling back, looking down at her. She was panting heavily and her hands fell on the back of his muscled thighs, resting her forehead on his hip bone, exhausted.

'Go in all your fours.'

'What?'

'Trust me.'

She did just as he said, not questioning further, kneeing in front of him, supporting herself on her palms, her face at the same level with his manhood.

She couldn't help but feel her mouth water at the way it stood proud, covered in their slick juices, glowing under the warm blue pale light of the neon.

'Take me in again Sakura and suck me, my angel. Suck me with passion.'

Not waiting for another invitation, Sakura leaned in and swallowed him up again, feeling him melt into her mouth.

No matter how many times she did that to him, his skin felt amazing and tasted amazing-surprisingly sweet for a spicy hot man like him and undeniable soft-

Divine.

'Mmmmn…' And she couldn't help a moan to broke in her chest when she felt two fingers making their way to her inner lips, rubbing her slick inner folds lazily, then pushing inside her thigh passage, curling them inside and fingering her from the behind, while he was screwing her mouth, the sensation electrifying.

It was dirty and debauched, but unbelievably wonderful.

'Does he make you feel good?' His hoarse low baritone voice was making the best aphrodisiac, making her heart skip a pump and her chest to constrict, his touch out of the world. Only he was able to read her mind.

No one else.

'...Ah...Mmmnnnno'

'Does he give you pleasure?'

'The kind that only I can give?'

'Sasuke...'

'How many times have you chanted his name...' ...'in bliss'...'in rapture'...'in your sleep'

'Aaahhh' Sasuke fastened his peace, adding another long lean finger inside her needing core, pumping her hard, massaging her inner constricting walls, feeling his hand damp with her seeping sweet liquids.

The carnal need, the primal urges of their bodies, the way they were abusing each of their fantasies, trying to come up with more ways to pleasure and explore further were driving Sakura insane.

She tasted each part of him, licking, biting, sucking and drinking him all, not imagining herself doing that to anyone that was not Sasuke.

She was surprised when he pulled back from her, giving her time to catch her breath, sneaking a hand under her knees, the other around her torso, lifting her from the ground, bowing his chin down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, tasting himself on her tongue, loving the syrupy luscious mixture they were able to produce.

So good. So incredibly real and right.

Delicious.

Sweet and spicy.

Sakura gripped his broad shoulders, clenching her nails around the pale skin, while he was taking them both to his room, holding her dearly to his hot body, carrying her bridal style. Like a lover would do.

'Love of my life…lies here in you.'

Sasuke let his back hit the navy silk mattress, taking them both down, with her straddling his waist, placing a hand on her thigh, the other at the nape of her neck, keeping her in place while he kissed her sensually, stroking her bruised lips with his tongue, licking and darting back inside, dancing with her.

She moaned softly, grounding her hips down his own, her soaked core rubbing his hard member, while her fingertips were caressing his chest and steal abs, marveling at every contour of his finely sculpted body.

'Do you think about me when you fuck him?'

'Do you imagine him doing this to you?'

'Sakura.'

'I...'

'Do you?'

'Sakura...' His usually smooth melodic low baritone voice was hoarse and desperate, and his need for her only growing tenfold when she gripped his covered in pre cum tip, placing it at her opening, slowly descending onto him, feeling her intimate muscles stretch at the size of him, getting used to the intrusion, still extremely sensitive after the previous orgasm, biting her lower lips when she felt her walls pulsate and clench around him. 'Fuck...more'

Sakura felt two muscled arms securely folded around her waist, keeping her body captive above Sasuke`s own, lost into his flickering with an unusual light black sapphire eyes. He was eying her like a dark feline following his prey.

And he was gorgeous. He has always been breathtakingly beautiful.

So handsome.

'...say it, scream it!' He upshot his hips roughly, while she rode them both to the same road of insanity and lust, finding their perfect rhythm.

She was desperately pulling her lower lip in between her canines to prevent more hoarse cries to erupt from her mouth while he went faster.

'...engaged...with him...'

'But you don't want him...'

'...you...ah...are wrong...'

'You want me'

'To please you'

'To fill you'

'Ahhh!'

'To cool down your fire'

'Stop'

'Tremble...into my arms'

Cross the point of no return

Give yourself to me

This is your destiny

'And you will not fight it'

Too dark and mysterious. A devious smirk. She blushed furiously at his lascivious voice, sensually articulating every syllable, making small tremors descend down her spine. 'Ride me'

'Sasuke...'

'Fuck me Sakura'

'Make love to me'

'Feel me'

Like you will never going to do to another.

Anyone beside him.

She started to move, burying him inside her, repeating the same synchrony over and over again.

Up and down.

Up and down.

'I am engaged' She let her palms caress his shoulders, tracing his collarbone, descending on his biceps, squeezing them, feeling the tiny veins inside the bulk muscles throb under her touch, aligning her forearms on his own, leaning until she was at the same level with his face.

Gorgeous.

She cupped his high cheeks with trembling hands and placed a soft kiss upon his cashmere lips slowly, gently, massaging the sweet skin, then slipping her tongue past his parted perfect teeth, drinking him, all the while she was pumping him.

She felt the corner of his lips curl up in a smirk at the feel of her so openly exploring him, palming her buttocks, rotating them, to part her more, thrusting deeper inside, bringing her body flush to his.

Sakura brought her torso down to rest on his broad toned chest, entangling their legs together, calves rubbing at each other, letting her body grind on his own, suddenly getting gentler, allowing her to set the pace she felt comfortable with and be in control.

'Do you like this' He deliberately rotated his hips slower, while she was pumping him, sensually, amused at the way her jade eyes were rolling under her partly shut eyelashes, barely able to speak. '...ah...yes...'

Sasuke let his palm glide up to her straight spine, the other encircling her small shoulders in a way Sakura grew to love and secretly crave for, while their hips were waving together, instinctually.

Sakura felt her emerald eyes pool with happy tears. They were making love and they did it so out of time and physical perception, that was making her feelings for him spread inside her stomach and chest like delicate ladybirds, resting into the back of her throat, in the form of a tight lump.

'Come with me. Run with me.'

An invitation. To insanity.

They will drink champagne. And he is going to write his name on her skin.

In lust.

In want, in need. She wanted him, but couldn't have it.

He was not an angel.

'Sakura...you want me'

'You will always going to run into my arms'

'...no...I'

'I can give you what you want'

'Everything he cannot give...I shall make it happen'

'Sasuke'

'I love the way you say my name'

'I want to hear it again'

Again

And again

'In my home'

'In my bedroom'

'In my pool'

'In my car'

'On my ship'

The cruise. Her life was in his hands. And he will take her all just for himself. Because he could and he wanted it.

He was not allowed to get attached by her, but he couldn't deny. Her skin, her smell-while lilies and honey, pure like her heart-she came to him willingly.

Cross the bridge willingly.

'He gave me a ring...'

He stopped, onyx eyes following the small golden band around her finger. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight.

A ring.

A symbol of unity...in life in lust in death and after death.

Tie your soul with me until the birds for death are going to sing.

The bell of the church

A devilish smirk brew on his handsome face, the request simple, yet meaning the world to her.

'Throw it away'

'I said yes'

'I say no'

'I can't Sasuke. I can't leave all behind and come with you.'

'But you came.' He used his index to bring her chin up, emerald crushing with smoldering pearl black.

'For this'

'For me and for you'

'I want this to stop. There was never us'

'You are selfish'

Sakura lifted her hand to trace the sharp contour of his perfectly carved jaw line, leaning in to capture the ambrosia tasting velvet lips she grew to love so much. It was Sasuke to pull back, looking at her in confusion.

'You cannot escape'

'You will always come back to me. They all come back Sakura. Everything comes back to you at some point in life.'

'Please don't tell me.'

'To leave you. Even if I cannot come with you.'

'Because I don't want anyone that is not you.'

I am loosing my vision.

Love.

Desire.

Happiness.

They all fly away from me.

And the horizon turned red...like blood...like him

'Sakura'

'I'm trapped…'

'Sasuke'

II.

A pink haired lady was making her way through the crowded hall, her high heels echoing on the marble floor she was barely touching, looking like she was flying in the direction of the exit, slipping a hand on her bag, roaming inside to find what she was looking for.

"Aha…there you are." She smiled contently, going behind the tall building of her University, joining the mass of students smoking and chatting intently, lighting up a cigarette, putting it in between her pastel pink glossy lips, dragging lazily, letting her back rest on the wall, the other hand folded around her waist, looking aimlessly at the angry autumn clouds that were covering the sun.

'Summer days are long gone.'

"And so I met this totally enchanting guy that…" She heard a beautiful golden haired lady approaching her with large strides, rambling about her newest crush, to the other equally blonde haired interlocutor who was not actually listening to what she had to say.

Cerulean eyes were following the direction of the most lavender orbs he has ever seen, totally entrapped by the beautiful owner, watching her come beside her friends, brushing a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, delicately.

Her two friends came in front of Sakura, filling her in with the latest news, while she was enjoying her cigarette.

She didn't need to hide from them, like she did from her mother, they too sporting the same hobbies, not wasting time in pulling out their own cigarettes. Ino handed her a hot latte caramel macchiato, carrying on with her story.

"...and he told me that we should move together. And we have barely met! Can you believe it?" She flailed her hands in the air like a frustrated diva, attracting a lot of attention towards her.

Ino Yamanaka has always been Miss Popularity ever since she was in kindergarten, but no one could have blamed her.

She had the body shape of a wine glass, her luscious hair and complementing azure eyes were giving her an innocent beat, and her independent strong attitude never ceased, college being no exception.

Whenever she went, the blonde was outstanding.

A pair of emerald eyes were looking at her tiredly, a fine eyebrow rose in question. Whenever Ino opened her mouth, she would never stop.

Like another blonde she was friends with. "And that would make him like...I don't know...the one hundred guy that told you this?"

"Add one more." Ino sipped her own dark coffee, smirking down at the two people in front of her. They both hid something from her, doing their best to look interested. Traitors. "Kiba came with the suggestion as well."

"Do tell me you refused him." It was just something weird about that guy's attitude that didn't sit right with Sakura, and it totally had nothing to do with his obsession for dogs, though that played an important role as well.

Maybe it was his totally demanding and loud attitude the one to determine Sakura to put him the label of loser, not actually Ino`s style.

"Totally! I mean...a future vet? No just...no" The blonde shook her head energetically, making her point clear, her long ponytail following the motion and flowing like silk behind her back, hitting her shoulders.

Among the sea of hungry eyes following her every step, Sakura has managed to spot a certain two years older lazy genius that passed their small group, not sparing them a glance. "Then what about an engineer?"

A small blush crept on Ino`s face, letting her baby blue eyes rest on her object of interest. She smiled genuinely at the sight of him chatting with his class mates, in that casual but totally alluring manner that made her insides squirm in joy. "Shikamaru is just a friend."

"But you don't want to remain platonic. Temari plans to invite him to the carnival."

Ino`s eyes widened in shock, voice raised an octave. She sounded like a scared banshee. "No she did not..."

"She even chose a costume to match..." Sakura leaned her head in the direction of her friend, whispering the words in her face like she was disclosing the route towards a sacred treasure. It was, in a way.

Ever since she fell for him-hard if Sakura was to be honest-Shikamaru Nara, student in his last year at engineering and technology never showed her any interest, despite her friend's failed attempts to catch his eye.

"...no...no...no..." Two palms were fanning over the reddened face of Ino, who felt like hyperventilating. She immediately threw her half consumed cigarette, stomping on it, fuming.

That couldn't have happened. Temari was the only girl she saw spending enough time in Shikamaru`s company to give the others enough reasons to suspect they were in some kind of love affair.

"...Colombina...a tight corset...lace lingerie...black net socks…blue feather mask to match his own costume..."

"Over my dead body! Excuse me kids. This chick has some work to do."

Not even paying her friends goodbyes, she blew her long hair over her shoulder, turning around and marching towards the parking lot, leaving two laughing at her antics best friends friends.

Future could wait. She had a hot guy, who was not giving her the attention she looked for, to lure and that took time. Two weeks if she was to count down the days.

Sakura screamed after her, much to Naruto`s entertainment. He "Just don't overdo it with the glitter. Don't forget purple is making your legs look longer!"

"She is hopeless." The Uzumaki shook his head in disbelief.

"I think is cute."

Sakura caught the sight of something moving at the corner of her eyes, feeling someone watching them intently.

Hinata Hyuga was looking towards their group, her stare shyly following the boy beside her. She smirked at the oblivious blonde. "She likes you."

Naruto turned his head over his shoulder to catch the pretty girl pointing her fingers in that unique way together, like she did whenever she was nervous, grinning at her.

Hinata quickly looked some other place, ashamed she was caught staring. "You are imagining things."

Ah Sakura so did.

She was a dreamer.

Of those eyes.

Of a pair of soft soft lips.

Silky touches

Of his strong arms around her waist.

Sasuke

Sasuke

Sasuke

She dreamt of him that night. And the night before, although the one that was supposed to haunt her mind, was her fiancé, Sai.

He invited her to his parents for dinner. A dinner she dreaded to go to.

Sai was her lover. Heck he asked her to be his fiancé. Not really asked, more like demanded in that bored cold tone of his that made her insides turn murderous, and she had no choice but agree to him. And her mother has been nagging her enough.

Sasuke was just a fantasy…a dream.

"She is looking at you."

"Do I have something on my face?"

"Don't be a fool. Invite her to the party, before someone else does it." It was true. Hinata was really popular for her angelic demeanor and delicate features.

Also, she was the heiress of the famous rich Hyuga family, so the social status quite came with the name.

Maybe that was the reason why the usually outgoing and orphan Naruto was choosing to be in denial of his feelings towards her.

"No...no...I can't. She is...a goddess… an angel...I am the beggar that can only stay away and marvel at her glow."

"You are an idiot. She is interested in you. Look at her. Oh my, she is blushing. Do you want me to talk to her?'

Cerulean eyes widened in panic, adrenaline rushing down his veins. "No!"

"This is an yes." Sakura smiled innocently at him, winking, hands folded in front of her chest.

Naruto bit his lower lip, messing his spiky locks with his fingers, looking at Sakura with those puppy eyes that made her take pity of him. Love was a difficult thing, she so knew. "Ask her if she...what she thinks about me."

"And if she thinks I am cute."

"And if she likes mint chocolate...or violet lilies."

He gripped the girl`s beside him shoulders, clinging to her for dear life. Sakura laughed at his antics.

He looked just like a small lost kids that was searching for the lost Teddy Bear and cotton candy. "And if she is going with someone else to the carnival!"

"Haha ok ok I got it. Jeez you should send her a love letter."

A small frown. "Isn't this old fashioned?"

"What do you think?"

"That she is quite the romantic type."

"Then do it."

"Ok."

"Great! See? Problem solved."

"...after you talk to her."

Sakura exhaled deeply, rubbing her tired emerald eyes with her palms, feeling the artificial lightning inside the cafeteria making her eyes sting. "Naruto… "

"Sakura?"

"I don't know how to write a love letter." Oh, that was the problem. At least Naruto was always honest with the others. Maybe that was the reason why everyone trusted him and viewed him as a true friend.

.

Lilies

.

Because she always searched for love, but it never came. And when it did, it swallowed her all.

There were many advice and romantic lines Sakura wanted to say, but she found herself unable to voice them out.

Maybe she was slightly jealous of him, because she was not able to be with a certain someone and whisper the words to him every night, while being trapped into his arms and watch the shooting stars.

Say you love her.

Say you want her.

Say you like the violets smell of her hair.

Say you like her angelic smile.

Tell her she makes you happy.

Tell her you want to cover her in roses.

White roses

White

Pure

Uncorrupted

"I don't know how to either."

Because she only got red.

Red roses.

Red kisses. Red touches. Red silk. Even his bed sheets...were having the color of death...and passion.

Because he fulfilled her darkest desires.

And Sakura wanted to cross the bridge and be his.

Sai would have never accept her feelings if she was to offer them to him, not like she had any to begin with, and the man that made her heart flutter and knees turn into melting lava didn't need to hear them, because he was able to read from her open book conscience.

Her shimmering garnet gemstones were mirroring her soul and emotions perfectly.

Sakura took one last drag from her cigarette, throwing the small butt on the ground, stepping on it and finishing her coffee, emerald eyes looking at the wrist watch, muttering a 'Shit' at the late time it shown.

"Leaving already? Don't you have anymore classes?"

"Yeah. I have to go to the hospital to complete the practice part."

"Sounds like a lot of work to do. Tiring as well."

"I know, but it is my future dream job after all." She couldn't have been more sarcastic than that.

True, there was a certain point in her life when Sakura dreamed of proudly hear the Hippocratic oath come out of her mouth, while she would be a famous surgeon at the top hospitals, but she soon realized it didn't tempt her that much anymore.

"Then who am I to stop you?"

III.

The Raven

It didn't matter how many times she would walk down that road, she would still never found it appealing.

Loud chattering around, sweating people hurrying to their respective jobs, not having time to stop for a second and take a deep breath, rushed cars, boring and depressing just like a cold November rain.

A gentle cool breeze blew through her long pink tresses and clothes, sending a quick shiver down her spine. Gold mixed with crimson red was decorating the majestic chestnuts leaves, dancing around her, creating the perfect picture of an autumn landscape. Sakura heard a raven croak on a higher branch.

She stopped for a second, looking at the way the bird seemed to follow her moves. The dark creature had something utterly familiar and enchanting. Like an icicle puncturing down her veins. Both mind numbing and pleasurable.

She was crazy.

Midnight feathers…soft, smooth under her finger tips…her palms started to sweat.

She was reminded of him again.

Sasuke.

Sakura fastened her peace, folding her opened Trench coat tightly to her body, the hospital coming into her view. She didn't like the feeling in the air.

There was something to those grey angry looking clouds and weak sunlight that made her…anxious. Like a sepia portrait she would find in her grandma's attic.

At 25 years old, Sakura Haruno was an aspiring doctor with a very common life. She was living with an always complaining about her mother, who worked as a paintings seller, hence the way she met Sai's family, having friends that only fancied expensive champagne and Belgian chocolate.

People who believed girls like her were not worth mentioning in their genealogic three or be associated to them.

When Sakura found out her mother planned an arranged marriage-on Christmas last year-she became hopeful for the future, entrusting her life in the hands of fate and that was the reason why she has accepted to be Sai's date to a luxury arts exhibition party, and try to enter his exclusive world and circle of friends.

They all frowned and talked behind her back when they saw she was not holding her cup of tea properly and was not ordering caviar in a fluent French.

And Sai did nothing to defend her, even going as far as to laugh at her and the 'unfortunate blind dates parents torture their children with' abandoning her at the dinner, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and harsh words thrown at her.

But apparently destiny had other plans for her when she found herself on the balcony, alone and watching shooting stars. Ah, it was that period of time.

'Sweet memories of the high hopes he gave me...not'

But when Sakura decided it was time to let her voice be heard and make her own decisions, namely leaving the party and the people that didn't want her there -she didn't want to be there either-turning on her heels and make a run for it, fate made her realize that maybe little things in life might not be just simple coincidences.

Her breath hitched in her throat and an unfamiliar fluttering warm feeling of untamed butterflies bloomed in the pits of her stomach.

That was the moment when she met him.

Mysterious, alluring, powerful and confident like a Crown Prince and impossibly gorgeous.

The way his lean rippled muscles were molding under the expensive black suit he wore, his tall and proud attitude, the nonchalance in the way he was keeping his hands into his pockets, his pale soft skin glowing in the moonlight, the skilful precision in the sharp lines of his jaw and high cheeks, a gentle breeze playing into his midnight jet unruly spikes, longer locks falling sexily into impossible sapphire black eyes, and a small smirk decorating his soft thin lips.

He was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. Everyone was looking at him gawking, her included, while he approached her slowly, sinfully alluring, like a black puma, keeping the vulnerable gazelle rooted into her place.

A name that promised dark desires, raw passion and fulfillment.

Uchiha Sasuke.

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'Alone?'

'No. I am with my date.'

'Date? Who?'

'Sai Tanaka.'

'A boring man...for such an exquisite lady'

'And you?'

'I have a company of a beautiful flower.'

'Oh.'

'Want to meet her?'

'I don't know if I...'

'She is right in front of me. Though she should have more trust in her'

'You are a smooth talker. Are you a player?'

'Do you want to find out?'

'I think I should go and find my...'

'Let's go somewhere else.' A velvet smooth rich voice that sent every sane woman into oblivion, made Sakura`s body temperature rise.

'W-what? I think you have misunderatoo-'

'You wanted to leave anyways.'

'I don't want to be here'

'Wha-'

'I don't belong here'

'I see him flirting with a woman that is richer and more beautiful than me.' He was reading her mind.

'How do you-'

'He is ashamed with me.'

'Stop, no-'

'Come with me.'

'I-'

'Sakura...only blooms in spring'

'...' He knew her name. But she didn't knew his.

IV.

As soon as she entered the familiar white building, her nostrils were hit by the pungent smell of disinfectant. She went straight to the reception, smiling politely at the dark haired woman, who already knew she was going to be there.

"Hello Sakura. How is your day?"

"Hello, Shizune. The same old boring routine."

"I see. Maybe you are going to find something entertaining to do today."

"Really? Like what?"

Shizune raised her index in the direction of two doctors carrying an elder down the elevator, in a wheelchair. His head was awkwardly lolling on his shoulder and his eyes were darting in all directions.

Sakura turned around to face the brunette, eyebrows curled up, dumbfounded. Not him again. "Are you serious?"

"Hey. It is either him or some old dude going into cardiac arrest at the second floor. These are the shows today. I am paying for the ticket. You bring soda and popcorn."

"Stop saying such things Shizune. It is not funny."

"Meh, such is life." Shizune shrugged once, placing some documents in front of the pink haired girl, handing her a pan. "Sign here and here..."

"People die every three seconds. Such is life and nothing lasts forever."

Sakura rolled her eyes, returning the papers to the expectant woman, already making her choice.

The mental deranged patient has once been a gentle reputed man and a proud father. She took pity on him. "You are a mood lifter."

"That is Orochimaru`s job. I just have to sign papers and fake a cheerful tone on the phone."

"Why him?"

"I don't know. He is the psychiatrist." Dr. Orochimaru was the head doctor of the Department of Psychiatry from the School of Clinical Medicine in the University of Konoha. In his field, he was the best of the best.

And he usually took students to train them, under his wing. But everyone knew he only accepted the best. Sakura was one of them.

"Then you should pay him a visit too. I am going."

"To the second floor?"

"Nah. I have no interest in death so far. It is the mental deranged patient for me."

Shizune shouted at a heading towards the elevator Sakura, making her giggle. Ever since the pink haired girl started practice at the hospital, she got quite friendly with some of the doctors and the cheerful receptionist.

"Find yourself a boyfriend Sakura! Loneliness is getting to you. I don't want to see you surrounded by a lot of cats in the future."

"Cats? I totally love them."

V.

Was it better to deal with insanity than death, Sakura wondered while she witnessed the psychiatrist examining the patient.

He was lying on the bad, unmoving, with the stoic doctor noting something down his file, while his sharp eyes were studying his vital signs, darting from the beeping monitors to his limp body.

She was writing down his personal data, just like her professor required. She needed a high mark if she hoped to keep her scholarship. Those fees were huge and her mother, Mebuki, already made it clear that she was not going to use her own money to pay her daughter's too expensive studies.

Her all concern was to see her married into a rich family and give her a lot of nephews.

"Midori Mizuki…male…fifty three years old, born on the 1st of August 1961, suffering from Frontotemporal dementia…"

Orochimaru`s smooth voice interrupted her train of thoughts, making her rise her emerald eyes in his direction.

He was frowning tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose, heading towards the door. "Sakura, I am leaving him with you for a moment. I hope you are not feeling…uncomfortable. But you want to be a doctor so I guess you should get used to it.""

"He looks…serene." Sakura turned around to look at the unresponsive patient, guessing he was sedated to alleviate his suffering, her gaze softening at the sight of him, not quite catching the meaning behind the doctor's words.

"Well what can I say, he is not going to harm you or anyone in his state."

"Be right back."

Sakura followed the door closing with a loud thud and the Professor's barking orders echoing through the crowded hall, probably at people to stop wander aimlessly and do more job. He was always the last to exit the Department.

A feared, detested by most of his colleagues, but a genius of his generation and a hard working man he was.

Sakura returned her attention towards the patient, dragging her chair closer to his bad, sitting. Amber eyes were studying her face, in a calm manner.

Then he smiled like they were friends chattering. Sakura was surprised to learn he was in fact, awake. He totally fooled her.

"I know you." His hoarse voice startled her. Usually, he would shout or laugh, but that moment, he looked…different. There was something about that old man that made a thick lump rise on Sakura`s throat. Distress. She was not afraid. Only…nervous.

"Me?" She pointed her thumb to her chest, jade eyes looking surprised in the direction of the elder's soft smile.

She could have sworn he didn't look like a person with dementia at all…his aura was…radiating…he felt different…but she couldn't say exactly in what way.

He nodded energetically giggling like a happy kid going to the Zoo with his parents. His illness was affecting the motor neurons. He had the psychological age of a three years old.

And to think the man in front of her has once been a history and religion famous professor at University of Tokyo and an Associate professor at Cambridge University…how could life laugh at some people, Sakura realized in panic. Human race was fragile in the hands of the unmerciful fate.

"Hair."

"This? Pink? You recognize me by this?"

"Green yes. So pretty. Like diamonds. He told me diamonds are rare to find."

Sakura furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Talking with patients like that was a difficult task, because their behavior was unsteady and they usually made no sense at all. "He? You mean Dr Orochimaru?"

"No! It was a secret. I am not allowed to talk about that. Please don't tell him I told you!" Unique chestnut mixed with forest green rolled over the room he was in, but looked like he was not able to perceive the physical space, because they looked unfocused.

"I won't I…ah…promise?" Sakura felt her heartbeat pump faster, adrenaline mixing into her blood.

She shifted her legs uncomfortably, gripping her pen tighter, feelings the back of her hands already damp in cold sweat. What was that feeling all of sudden? That man…

His eyes returned to her face once again. "You are very beautiful."

"Thank you."

His sentences were dreamy and his smile never ceased. Why was he that happy anyways? "And kind."

"Do you like to dance? What is your favorite flower? I like red wine." He lowered his chin on his chest making a brief pause in his speech, like trying to form coherent sentences. He has already been suffering from dementia for 10 years…alone. "WHITE MAGNOLIAS only bloom in spring…" his eyes fell sad to the ground.

What was that man talking about, because Sakura couldn't understand a word. But maybe intuition made her take down notes of what he was saying, just like Orochimaru did when dealing with his patients.

She tried to look as professional as she could, not faltering. Those kind of people needed to feel secure, she was aware.

"Do you like magnolias?" He found himself asking her absentmindedly. What was interesting was his lack of motion.

Never once did the man moved since he started to talk to her, which was weird. Maybe he indeed was sedated.

She nodded once, taking down the information. Magnolia…it was quite a rare sight in their country and Sakura had troubles in picturing the delicate flower.

He resumed his talking. "I like them now. There are plenty out there. This music…Muzio Clementi was my daughter's favorite. She played the violin." Tears were blooming at the corner of his eyes. He didn't seem crazy and his face was enlightened and pale. Like an angel's.

"You taught her? To play the instrument, that is."

He shook his head. "No. My wife did. Such grace… She is so beautiful in white. Like snow. Green green eyes…."

The patient turned his head over his shoulder, looking straight into Sakura`s widened emerald eyes. "…innocence…" his voice came out feather like.

"Don't lose it child."

"Keep it."

Virtue

Keep it

Hold it dearly

'Give it.'

She blinked once, realizing he shut his eyes. Maybe the poor man was tired and she has prevented him from sleeping. Sakura felt guilty. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Mr. Midori?"

But her shoulders stiffened and she straightened her pose when Orochimaru barged in, followed by another doctor she didn't recognize.

She stood up, making place for them to come beside the fell asleep patient. They acted a bit…suspicious.

"How did it happen?"

The other man that accompanied Dr. Orochimaru did a basic checkup on his vitals, noting down something Sakura couldn't see from that position, but she was too shy to ask.

Orochimaru folded his arms on his chest, shrugging casually. "Brain death. His illness lasted ten years long. More than I would have expected."

"He suffered enough."

"They all do. Lost his family. Poor man."

"Maybe he reunited with them….somewhere…"

Sakura didn't like where the conversation was heading. Why did they act like he was…

"He looks happy." The mysterious doctor remarked with a small smirk. He was putting a white band around the dementia suffering elder's wrist, noting something on it in black permanent marker. A number, Sakura realized.

Orochimaru massaged his neck, looking down at his colleague. "That was creepy…"

"What are you…" Sakura felt like someone has knocked the wind out of her lungs when she realized what exactly were the two doctors doing. The one she couldn't recognize…

Orochimaru was telling him what to write on the file…his file…how…why? "Write down:

Name:Midori Mizuki

Age: fifty three

Department: Psychiatry"

"Dr. Orochimaru I have something to…" A wave of panic surged through Sakura and she felt her mouth going dry, not able to properly voice out her fright.

"…hour of death: 6:32 pm."

Shock. She looked down at her notes spread on the marble floor. Sakura was not able to move an inch, petrified. She felt her vision cloud all of sudden and the room started to spin.

That couldn't have happened. No way. It was impossible.

When Orochimaru left her twenty minutes ago…the man has already been dead.

Dead.

He was dead.

The elder was dead and he spoke to her!

"The notes…he talked to me…" Sakura shoved her fingers down her hair, shaking her head in disbelief.

She caught the attention of the two other occupants in the room.

Dr. Orochimaru…and the legist!

"What? What is that?"

"He….his wife…his daughter…he told me…and he was not crazy….Dr. Orochimaru I…"

"I have not imagined it." It was the truth. Sakura could have clearly remembered every detail of his bathed in light face and peaceful demeanor. There was no way she would forget or even worse imagined it.

Orochimaru looked impassive, probably tired of dealing with such symptoms each moment of his life. The legist looked like he was skeptical about her mental state. "It might be stress getting the best of you."

"Youngsters should take it easier. Too much learning without proper breaks for sleep and eat can bring anyone down."

"B-but Dr. Oro…"

"Go home and rest. You can come tomorrow and complete your file."

"…."

"He told me I am pretty."

"He used to do that….when he was alive. Tsunade got his marriage proposal. Such a famous professor. She will never get this lucky."

Orochimaru smirked down at much younger medicine student, seeing his own self in her, during his own college years. They were all like that: a pile of nerves, angry tears and high hopes.

"Maybe I fell asleep and dreamt…" She tried to reason.

"It can happen. You look tired."

'I am tired'

"Maybe it was just a dream."

'Am I dreaming now as well?' Where were those thoughts coming from? It was not like Sakura has ever been poetic.

It was the Legist the one to answer her, taking her by surprise. "Of course."

"I think he dreams too. Look at his eyes rolling. His body is going to pass out as well." That doctor was…weird and scary. Just like his job.

"Maybe. This is how it starts after all….as a dream." Orochimaru stated as a matter of fact, turning his back to remove the IVs and the wires from the dead body.

"What starts?" Sakura found herself asking, mentally cursing her voice for coming more like a whisper.

"DEATH."

Sakura felt the tiny hair of her forearms and nape rise at the chills the mere thought, not liking how that sounded. She found herself hold the notes she dropped on her chest and back away from the room. "Goodbye Dr. See you tomorrow."

And left. She couldn't stay there because for an unknown reason…she felt like hyperventilating and suffocating, the events starting to take a toll on her.

It was dark outside but she didn't even stay that much. She had a seminar at 20:00 she couldn't afford to lose.

'Damn'

It was raining. Heavens were tearing.

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VI.

A gas lamp she got from her grandma.

A wooden box covered in spider webs with her mother's wedding dress, red lacquer retro high heels, a sepia portrait of her graduation prom, an old broken pickup. Memories of a past time. What would it feel like for time to never pass?

Sakura turned the radio on and messes with the stations. Two cracked eggs mixied into the frying pan. The flicker of the stove. Ham and cheese imported from Holland.

It was raining hard that night. She would not learn. She will watch romantic movies and drink hot tea and eat mint chocolate. Maybe Breakfast to Tiffany's.

Alone

Loneliness

Onyx eyes

His…

'When I am with Sasuke time doesn't pass

I realized that nothing can be born from indifference.

Pure passion and love needs roots to bloom.

And the seed was planted inside my heart by a man with raven hair and black eyes.

Someone that is not Sai. My fiancé.

The one who sent me my engagement ring via post mail.

He is not he home I want to go back to.

And this is why my high heels echo through the so familiar autumn sepia painted alley to the old white and ho mansion.

To find the way of the wind.

To his arms

The sole love I would accept into my heart.

His onyx eyes

HIM.

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Riiiiing Riiiiing

Watching. Lusting. Haunting.

She didn't love him. Not when there was another pair of mesmerizing eyes waiting for her.

"Sai?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"No. I was working on some patient's of mine file. He…" Emerald eyes fell to the sheet of paper she was gripping, trying to shove away the nagging memory. Was she going insane as well? "…died today."

A bored tone that betrayed nothing came from the other side of the line. Sai was not the man to either care for the others or feel pity. In his own bubble, there was only him and him alone.

Indifference. That was how he was treating his new fiancé as well. And he was not even bothering to hide from her or act polite.

That was just the façade he used to appear in his high society. His own personal circle of rich friends she would never have access too. Sakura was too…common. That was why he told her…more than once.

"Oh. You should not take it personal. Everyone dies at some point of time. You are an aspiring doctor. You should know better."

A crystal tear rolled over her small rosy cheek, jade eyes burning with frustrating salty liquid. She brushed a hand through her messy pink haired tresses, looking for something to drink. Something strong, yet sweet and gentle.

A red silk scarf, red lipstick, retro music, red sun glasses white polka dots silk dress.

Her vintage car. Her grandmother's. God, Sakura has loved that woman. She has been so kind and loving with her niece. People were happier those days. Picnic in the forest on Sunday. Plum jam sandwiches, margarine and milk chocolate hot cocoa.

The times when people had no inhibition and time waited for anybody to catch up.

Sakura found out that there were many people that wanted to give her something and pretended something from her.

Red wine.

The drink of the noble.

His favorite drink.

Like fresh flesh and burning blood.

Decisions

Decisions

They came with huge responsibilities.

"Yeah, I know. I am sorry to nag you with my…problems. How is London?"

"It is ok, as long as you don't do it too often. Rainy I guess. The auction turned out better than I thought. I met the Crown Prince and the Queen at the varnishing day. Such a fine sense of art they have."

Sakura rolled her eyes at that. Fascinating…no.

She was bored. Of him, of his lack of tact, of his dream always coming in between them and his lack of display of feelings towards her. "Sounds great…I guess."

She wanted out. And she knew exactly what she wanted.

A pair of strong arms to hold her, a strong chest to kiss, a hot body pressed on her own, exposed, debauched and sensual.

Stolen kisses, lustful touches, a rollercoaster of passion and unshed emotions.

Sasuke.

His number was imprinted into her mind and speed dial. She only had to hang up on her…fiancé. It sounded so foreign and…not right. He was not the right man for her.

"Great? I think you don't understand the importance of the…"

"Please stop talking about that. I am so tired and I don't think I can…properly follow this topic."

"Whatever. Mother called me. She wants to see us for dinner on Friday when I come back."

Great. That woman never liked Sakura, because in her vision, she was ugly, her hair was weird and looked too rebel to blend in the high society-their high society-and most of all, she was from the middle class. "Will your dad be there as well?"

"Yes. We are going to discuss about our engagement party…among other things."

She felt her mind throb, a headache rising to her temples. "What other things?"

She heard Sai exhale deeply, sounding annoyed. She hated his superior attitude and the way he considered himself better than anyone else.

Like the others were filth under his branded shoe. "Sakura…you know how this is going to end. We will eventually get married someday and it is better to not prolong things unnecessary. When you finish med school and start working, we should consider that as well. I think we should take that important step you seem so afraid of and move together."

She felt like she has been stabbed with a sharp blade down her chest. Moving with him as in…living with him? All day and all…night? In the same house?

Sharing a room, a bed, a life….her life…

No. No. No….her heart was thumping madly down her chest. All that she wanted was to run away from him, not live with him, damn it! "I think we should wait until we get married though. People would talk."

"People already talk Sakura. I don't care about what your little friends say, but my relatives are mocking my family for not finding myself a future bride. Try not to embarrass me."

That hurt. She never heard a soothing word from him when she most needed. She dreaded the upcoming Friday already.

No one supported her. She was…alone. "Don't you dare insulting my friends you bastard…"

"What?"

"Listen, I think I hear my mother calling me. I am going to call you later, ok? Good. Bye."

And hung him up, throwing her phone right on the opposite wall, fisting her hands into her hair, pulling roughly backwards.

"Fucking idiot…" He was always making her cry.

Always.

And he didn't even care. Not even when she had pneumonia and was two weeks hospitalized, not when she passed her most difficult exam in Anatomy with flying colors and not when he took away her virginity.

She shuddered at the thought while her steps were taking her in the direction of the home phone. That was the worst night of her life.

So much pain and blood. No pleasure whatsoever, just agony agony and more agony. Sakura would have pleased to never cross paths with him.

But she was so close in making up her mind. She had to, because it was not like life would have waited for her to decide.

With shaking hands, Sakura dialed the number she knew by heart, sobbing and gluing her shoulder on the cold wall, twirling the white spiral cable, praying he would answer.

She needed someone to not pretend to touch her, while thinking to some stupid work of art. She needed someone to accept her. Want her.

Acknowledge her existence, even though she knew she was not worth much. But a commoner…she was not.

Sakura`s heart skipped a beat when the comforting rich baritone voice graced her hearing, instantly feeling surged with the familiar emotion of wanting and longing. God she missed him so bad. "Sakura."

He didn't say Hello or Hy. He said her name and he rolled it so deliciously sinful that it made her feel hot. "Sasuke. Where are you?"

"Where do you want me to be?"

"Are you home? Office? In town? Please…I want to see you."

A dark chuckle vibrated through the speaker. "How much?" Oh he so knew. Sakura felt her cheeks glowing red, unconsciously slipping a hand under her nightgown to rub her stomach, reminded by his touch. He had that effect on her.

"Sasuke…" She grew impatient, forest green eyes following the direction of the wall clock. 23:45.

Was it coincidence or a mere routine for them to always call each other at that hour? Why not 24:00? Was he turning into a pumpkin? Probably not, considering the way he looked like.

"My home. I am waiting. I will always be waiting for you…Sakura."

His home...the one that always had the distinctive cinnamon, vanilla roasted chestnuts Christmas fragrance.

She never felt the need to be pretty for Sai. For Sasuke on the other hand, she applied mascara to make her curly eyelashes longer, blush on her cheeks and a delicate pastel pink eye shadow. Red lips. Like crimson roses. She even curled her long rose hair. Because she knew he would notice. Notice her.

Acknowledge and welcome her were presence around him, like she was welcoming him inside her body and soul. She felt the need to be special around him, try to be sensual, seductive, daring.

He had an eye for details and placed a confidence inside her heart like she never had. Sasuke returned her lost self confidence back to her. Around him, Sakura never felt humiliated or disrespected.

If she would give him a blow job, it was by her own choice .Every manner she chose to touch him, explore him, feel him, was by the content of her heart. He never judged, nor stopped her and even reacted to her moans or tears.

Indifference. Sakura hated to be ignored. It just made her heart feel void. She got it from her mother, she got that from her teachers he got that from her fiancé-the man that was supposed to treasure her the most- but she didn't got it from Sasuke.

It was easy to be in his arms as long as she could clearly feel that she belonged there. Being with Sasuke felt as natural as a new born craving for his mother's touch. She felt reborn when he covered her in tender caresses and meaningful kisses.

A man of few words that did nothing at random.

He never forced her into anything she didn't feel ready to do.

Sasuke never once put his own desires first, like Sai did. He always asked her what she wanted to do and respected it and Sakura has never once feel ashamed to let him know how she felt.

There were times when she was emotional and depressed, asking him to hold her tight and whisper sweet soothing worlds into her ears.

How many nights has Sakura spent into his arms, crying until she felt her insides going dry, when she lied her mother that she overslept at Ino's?

She long lost the count of his mind-blowing delicious kisses. And he didn't mind her playing in his hair as long as it calmed her.

Other times, she would come to his house or office, wanting to forget how awful her life was and how the others tried to pull her strings, shouting out loud that she was not a puppet and ask him to fuck her brains out and bring her to oblivion.

And he complied, making her forget everything, taking her body rough and carnal, until all she was able to focus on were his onyx flaming eyes and his screamed in ecstasy name.

Sasuke was...salvation.

A salvation that came to her an year ago and no matter how much she tried to deny it, she found herself unable to.

One year ago, she has been promised to a dark haired man.

And one year ago, she gave herself entirely to another.

"I will make it in fifteen."

"I am going to make you lose the sense of time."

She smirked at that one, tracing her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, already on her way to the door, only taking her purse, some cash, a red lipstick and her car keys. Sai was part of her daily uninteresting life that started to suffocate her mind.

Sasuke was part of her most desirable fantasies. The only one that could make her feel

Alive.

VII.

"Sakura, why are you…"

Not even waiting for Sasuke to open the front door wider, Sakura threw herself at him, crushing her lips on his, in a bruising unruly kiss, like she wanted to eat him out alive, desperation and need, everything written in the way she was pressing her much smaller frame into his tightening around her muscled arms.

Protection. Care. Desire.

The only place she knew she would get that…was his home. They stumbled back inside entangled into each other's exploring arms, while Sakura was fumbling with the first buttons of his white shirt, revealing the lean collarbones, tearing the expensive silk material open, and tossing it on the floor aimlessly, hooking her arms around his neck, tiptoeing to bring her face on the same level with his, venturing her greedy tongue further, deepening their kiss.

Sasuke`s hands were massaging her lower back, tracing the texture of the satin gown that was melting sensually over her curvaceous body, unfolding the fabric belt around her waist to reveal the black lace see through lingerie she wore, that only enhanced her nakedness and pearl creamy skin, for his hungry eyes to see.

Sasuke had troubles grasping what could have happened to Sakura, to determine her to come to him dressed in her nightgown, like she was a runaway teenager, on such a bad weather. Nonetheless, he knew what she wanted. It was written all over her harsh movements.

He palmed her soft breast over the thin fabric of the lace bra she wore, squeezing it gently, seeing how her cleavage deepened under his touch, her rosy erect nipple perking up, poking through the soft hand of his palm and begging to be stimulated.

"Ahhhh…Sasuke…please…more…I want more…"

"Sakura"

Another hand ventured in between her long, bare, toned legs, where tiny pink curls were visible from the lace tiny thong, flicking his index over her lower lips, rubbing her in a lazy manner, feeling the soft warm skin moisten under his touch.

She pushed her hip more into his hands, moaning and panting heavily into his kiss, clearly wanting more.

After all, that was the reason why she always came back.

For more.

For everything no one else was able to give.

Only him.

And only to her.

'Sasuke please...'

'Take it easier.'

'I want you. I need you now.'

Sakura`s lips were tracing sloppy kisses on Sasuke`s sharp jaw, descending down his neck, gluing to his pulse, sucking on it until she imprinted her mark on him, while her hands were working on his pants, unbuckling the belt and harshly pulling them down to his knees, wasting no time in cupping his hardened bulge, confined by the navy boxers he wore, massaging him, making him growl deep into his chest.

"Take me please! Fuck me! Make love to me! Anything! Just do it now!" her voice came as a sad whisper, viridian sparkling irises boring into onyx ones, silently asking him to be with her, inside her, for her and make her feel.

Something. Anything.

All.

Alive.

"My room."

She nodded once, forcing his head down onto her lips, their tongues waltzing together, while he gripped her thighs to elevate her from the ground, making her support herself with her knees around his slim waist, ankles locked behind his back.

In what seemed like the blink of am eye, they were upstairs in the familiar golden regal room, lost into their own universe, where the only witness of the passing time was the old pendulum beside the fireplace, bodies grinding, mouths tasting, fingers memorizing each contour of their molding on each other skins.

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Sakura`s torso was squashed on the silk black and crimson mattress, her hands limp on her sides, resting on her elbows, while Sasuke`s hands were holding her hips in place, thrusting into her core from the behind, fucking her brains out, going deeper and deeper, each jerk of his hips growing wildly, making her see stars, each time pulling himself out of her completely, then filling her in up to he hilt, the sound of his grunts and their splashing dripping juices were echoing through her mind, moans and screams filling the stillness of the large house.

"Argh….S-Sasuke!"

Sakura found herself too lost in bliss to even scream his name, her moans came out as tired and muffled my the bed sheets she was gripping for dear life.

She had tremors all over her arms and thighs, the muscles on her lower regions were clamping painfully and her spine was paralyzed by electric jolts surging through her with every move Sasuke did.

"You…have always been so t-tight, Sakura…fuck!"

Slick juices were tearing down her thigh each time he plunged his hard shaft in between her damp folds, ravaging her core, stretching her walls and making her lose her mind.

Sakura hooked her ankles up his calves, raising her back higher and pushing her lower body towards his hips, making the penetration deeper and allowing him to hit her sweet burning spot better from that position.

Sasuke got the chance to explore her inner walls deeper, feeling her muscles clench around his shaft. Suddenly she felt him pull back, making her whimper at the lost contact, but then he gave two quick slaps upon her buttocks, making her cry out at the sudden discharge of pleasure and pain, and without further notice, entered her from her ass, pumping her, while two of his fingers found her pussy, riding her at the same pace with his member, making her throw her head backwards, screaming and thrashing her body, squirming under his touch.

It was too much, she couldn't handle the way he was screwing her. She came violently after a few moments, feeling her muscles throb and her womb explode, her orgasm hitting her lower back, like a bursting in flames volcano, erupting from her most confined regions, discharging adrenaline and ecstasy right on her spine, in the most magnetizing way.

"…ahhhh…"

The room felt two times hotter and the scent of sex and sweating body hit her nostrils.

After two more thrusts Sasuke came too, riding his own orgasmic state inside her, emptying his warm seed into her body, folding his hands around her stomach, almost collapsing on the top of her, quickly rolling on his side, not to crush her with his weight, bringing half of her limp body to rest on the top of him.

"….that…was…a-amaz…amazing…"

"Aa."

Sakura smiled contently when she felt that carved in marble godlike body pressed so intimately on her much smaller one, sneaking her hand around his waist, resting her check on his chest, right above his racing heart, moaning dully when she felt him draw imaginary circles on her delicate shoulders, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

No, that was not just sex. She knew it. She felt it.

They were not only having a secret affair. They were living something deeper. More powerful in nature and spirit and it was hard to describe how Sakura felt in Sasuke`s embrace.

Home. Family. Fulfillment. She felt stronger into his arms...

Roses

A shattered glass of wine

Sasuke took his time to sip the glass of red wine, then place his moist lips upon Sakura`s, kissing her slowly, deeply, letting her taste the expensive old sweet beverage on his mouth, rolling her tongue under his to have a full experience of the fragrance, rubbing her knee on the inside of his lean muscled thigh, under the bed sheets covering them, fingers dancing into his incredibly silky raven locks.

For the past hours, all that they did was cuddle with each other, making Sakura feel like she exactly where she was supposed to, losing the track of time, listening to the droplets of cold October rain drum on the glass of the shut window.

Her skin was warm and goose bumps were prickling all over her forearms at the delicate way he was caressing her, letting her nuzzle the tip of her small nose under his chin, in the crock of his neck.

Sakura absolutely loved the fact that Sasuke had a large fireplace in his bedroom, creating a cozy atmosphere, so different from the cold, lonely confinement of her mother's home.

"Leave him."

"I can't"

"My mother wants me to..."

"Stop listening to the others telling you what to do."

Sasuke made a short pause in his speech, carefully considering his options.

"We can go to my house in Switzerland."

Sakura placed a soft kiss upon his pectoral, feeling the muscles ripple under her touch, and then relaxing in an instant.

"I want to Sasuke, I swear to God I want to but..."

"Not yet."

"You are not ready, are you?"

"I am afraid Sasuke."

"Of me?"

"Of changes."

"Trying to live a life without regrets doesn't mean you are going to fail. It doesn't have to be a change for the worst."

"What if you are going to grow bored of me? Can you swear your feelings would be the same in ten years from now? Twenty?"

"Look at me."

She did. And Sakura wanted to cry at the sight of a glowing light radiating from his bottomless jet eyes, like a sparkling shooting star on the August's night sky.

"I am going to love you forever and I will be forever yours."

He trapped her lips in between her own, letting her know he was dead serious. Hurting her was out of question.

"Until death is going to a separate us?" Sakura found herself foolishly joking, totally missing the way Sasuke`s shoulders stiffened for a brief.

A small smirk graced his gorgeous features at the display of oblivion. Naïve…so naïve and innocent…

Sasuke tilted his head to kiss her long delicate neck.

"And even after that."

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"Sasuke"

"What?"

"Do you think there is a place for us to have a brief encounter...someday...somewhere…in time…by chance?"

"I will reminisce that white magnolias only bloom in spring. Sakura."