Title: skinny love
Prompt: oo1 – crash
Summary: oo1 – Really, what better time to ponder Sasuke's obsession with his teammate than while she's sleeping beside him? /SasuSaku/100prompts/smut/

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Notes1: Zelliack – These Hands

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It's 3 in the morning when it hits Sasuke like a tidal wave.

Sakura is beside him – sleeping soundly. She never has trouble sleeping when she comes to visit him during the night; the purple bruising under her eyes telling him a different story about the nights she sleeps alone.

She doesn't tell him herself, of course, but he knows. If not from dark circles, than from the way she's hunched over her desk, doing paperwork until dawn or tossing and turning in her bed when he passes her window on his way home from missions.

(He doesn't like to think about how her apartment is on the second floor. Or about how often he passes by.)

He never used to be like that. Sure, he'd shown concern for his teammate before; wondering if she was eating properly, making sure she wasn't collapsing from chakra exhaustion every night…the usual, considerate teammate-and-nothing-more worries.

And then they started fucking.

He likes to blame her for it – his obsession of sorts. After all, if she hadn't come stumbling into the Uchiha manor, face red and voice hoarse from crying, reeking of sake, he would have never put her into his bed (with the purest intentions) and she wouldn't have woken up in the middle of the night, sober and decisive.

She wouldn't have taken her clothes off and, naked, find him in his sitting-room, lying awake on the couch. He wouldn't have looked up and found it hard to breathe or swallow or think.

He wouldn't have pressed her against his wall, his floor…any flat surface he could pound her into, and he wouldn't have tasted the sweet-smelling skin of her neck, and he wouldn't have felt how good it was to be inside her, or how good it was to feel her short nails scratching along his back, and he wouldn't have known just how fucking beautiful she was when she came, moaning in his ear and arching her back and –

He wouldn't have found her so tempting because he wouldn't have known.

But now he does know, and that's why he stays up till 3am thinking about stupid shit like this, and why he looks forward to every night she comes to him. And she comes without fail.

(Figuratively and literally, he thinks, and wants to snicker at himself.)

(Kami, he's almost as lame as Naruto.)

With a sigh, he rolls over onto his side and stares at her – his favorite pastime other than being inside her.

She's perfect, he realizes, and achingly so, and he knows just how lucky he is that it's him she's curled next to, that it's he who gets to see her so unguarded. And it doesn't matter if he obsesses about her sleeping habits or thinks about fucking her all the time.

At least he doesn't love her.

He just needs to feel her next to him; needs to know she's safe from harm. He needs to know that he's the only one she spends the night with, and the only one she thinks about when he's not around.

He needs to know that she needs him just as much as he needs –

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…well fuck.

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Notes2: Please review even though it was rough and unpolished.