A/N: I want to get better at writing short, succinct fics that hopefully manage to pack a punch of feels. Not sure if I succeeded but anyway, please read and review!

Summary: "He whispers for her to say his name again; to breathe him to life and make him feel real." [post-699/pre-700][sasusaku][drabble/oneshot]

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Naruto Gaiden, Masashi Kishimoto does. The poem excerpts at the beginning and end of the fic are translated lines from a Korean poem called "The Flower" by Kim Chun-Soo

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Like I call her name

Will someone please call my name

That suits my light and fragarance?

I, too, long to come to her

And become her flower

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He finds truth in the sweet taste of her rose petal lips and hope in the gleaming emeralds of her eyes. He finds it in the way she breathes his name into the hollow of his collarbone and in the way she twists and winds herself into him; pulling him into the promise of her embrace.

He wonders if love is something he deserves. He wonders if her name is one he can dare to call out.

Closer, he leans into her and his parted lips brush the lobe of her ear. He breathes the three syllables of her name and his reward is the way she gasps and pushes herself deeper into him. They rock and gyrate in breathless time with one another and she cries out his name as he melts into her. His walls crumble to ash and there is only liquid fire in the spaces between their bodies slick with sweat and heated passion.

He whispers for her to say his name again; to breathe him to life and make him feel real.

She obliges – again and again – and her voice is the flutter of iridescent butterfly wings, a spring breeze that rustles the fragile pages of his heart. The rising crescendo of her breathless call paints him to life in broad, sweeping strokes until he is overflowing in her colors. "Sasuke, sasuke, sasuke," she mewls and she purrs his name in desirous seduction and his insides are molten fire, twisting and churning with burning anticipation before he erupts into her and in his light-headed euphoria he pants her name.

In between heavy gulps of air - "Sakura" – and in their sweaty, tangled limbs, "Sakura", and in the spaces between them – "Sakura" – he realizes that there is no greater beauty than her name; that there is no greater beauty than answering her echo with his own.

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We all long to be something

You, to me, and I, to you

Long to become a gaze that won't be forgotten

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A/N: This was fun to write. Please read and review!