claimer:I do not own Naruto. If I did, I wouldn't have to fantasize about Sasuke and Naruto being together. Got it?

Warnings:At this point in time there are mild language and suggestive scenes. Oh! And OOCness. Got a problem? Don't read it.

You have been warned.

That One Party

Chapter Two: I Love You

Today, I wasn't in my bedroom when I heard him entering through the window like usual. He came out of my room looking for me and stopped dead in his tracks when he found me sitting on my couch, tears streaming non-stop down my face. The TV was on, but I wasn't watching it. How would I be able to do something like that, when my eyes were full of tears?

He quickly stepped around the couch and sat beside me. He hugged me tightly before pulling back and looking me straight in eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked.

I could see the emotions swirling in his charcoal eyes, though his face remained calm and stoic like a glass doll. I smiled slightly at his presence and concern before I started into my explanation. "My godfather, Jiraiya, passed away today. He was my last blood re-relative." I hiccuped as I started to cry again and he pulled me into his chest. "All I have left now are my friends, but they're not the same. I feel so alone now!" I cried harder as I sputtered the rest out, "I have no one left. No one to live for. No one needs me anymore."

I looked into his eyes as I finished my sentence. They were so angry that it scared me. I didn't know what he was going to do next. His eyes looked like that of a killer and as I was trying to figure out what his next move was, he pushed me back against the couch, hard. I didn't have a chance to protest as he locked his lips with my own. It was different this time, softer, filled with comfort and caring.

He made love to me there and the tears slowly stopped flowing as I lay in his gentle embrace. It was the first time he had made love to me like this. He was so gentle, so tender and I couldn't believe what I was feeling. My pleasure was off the charts and he never ceased the soft kisses he laid all over my face and lips. It was a slow torture that brought me eminent pleasure and each time he thrust into me, he whispered different comforting words into my neck and ear.

I wondered why he was being so gentle when I didn't deserve it. When even I thought I was nothing more than a piece of shit! I voiced out my concerns and in that instant, he thrust harder, making me cry out in pleasure. But he never answered the question.

We climaxed together and after the fog of pleasure cleared, he hugged me tight against him and whispered in my ear, "You deserve it because I need you. You aren't a piece of shit, you are a beautiful flower that I have always loved."

I was stunned and I just laid there as he repeated his 'I love you' over and over again while he kissed me all over to make sure I got the message.

That was the last thing I remember before I woke up the next morning in my bedroom. At first I was disoriented. There was an unusual weight on my stomach and I couldn't figure out how I had gotten there. But I was pleasantly surprised to find this morning to be different from all the others. It was a morning that changed everything else. He was still here.

There was no note left sitting on his pillow, but instead, I only found my nameless raven-haired teen sleeping to my left with his arm placed protectively over me. He looked exhausted with his bangs covering his eyes and his cheeks slightly rosy, he looked like an angel descended straight from Heaven.

I was happy. He was still here, sleeping in my bed beside me. He stirred as his phone started to vibrate. I didn't want to miss out on the chance to look at his angelic face that was so different from the demonic one he has when we were making love. I quickly and stealthily slipped his phone from his pocket. When I flicked it open, it was his alarm clock going off. I shut the alarm down and displayed on the screen was his name. I gasped as I read and then reread it out loud. "Sasuke," I said and then giggled, "Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke-kun." I smiled hugely. He startled me as he answered my calls.

"Yes?" He asked, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. I looked down at him and I couldn't prevent the wide grin that spread across my face.

"Nothing," I replied and giggled some more. I don't think he liked my answer because he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me back under the covers with him. He was taller than me so his feet stuck out of the blanket slightly. I shrieked as he placed his feet against my legs.

"Your feet are cold!" I cried out as I wriggled around, trying to free myself.

"But you are so warm!" He whined, "I love your warmth." I paused when he said those words; memories of our first night together came back to me. I now understood his proposition when I first asked him to go home with me and the thank-you he whispered into my ear before we fell asleep. I knew what he meant each time. He had searched for warmth, and I was what he had looked for that night at the party. That's why he thanked me. I understood what he wanted from me and that he got it. I understood that he truly did love me.

He noticed I had stopped fighting him so he stopped teasing me and met my eyes. I looked straight back, and I didn't care what emotions were being revealed in my eyes at that moment. He pulled me into a kiss. It was chaste and gentle. He kept going, not questioning me until he felt my tears hit his face. He quickly broke the kiss and stared at me, concern filling his eyes. He rubbed soothing circles on my back as he asked, "Thinking about Jiraiya-san again?"

I shook my head no and he had a look of puzzlement on his face. "Then, why are you crying?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

I gave him a small smile and said, "Nothing is wrong. I just realized how right this all was and how much I love you."

He smiled and kissed my temple, pulling me into a tight hug. "It sure did take you a long time to notice, you idiot."

I punched him playfully on the shoulder and wiped away my tears. "Whatever, Bastard. You should have confessed sooner. I would have noticed it then." I stuck my tongue out at him and he tackled me.

As he was on top of me, he said it again. "I love you, Naruko."

I smiled. "I love you too, Sasuke."

Corny, I know… but for once in my life I let myself be happy and soaked in all the bliss I could. I was happy that I could just be honest and in peace with my feelings.

I can't really explain what happened next since he pounced on me and wouldn't let me out of my bed till five that evening.

Epilogue

He brought me with him to the city. We had a drink with my friends and his; he even presented me as his girlfriend. I blushed again and he smirked, pretty happy with himself.

My friends were surprised, but were also happy for me. I cried again against my new boyfriend, my lover. I'm not used to calling someone like this, but hey, there is a first time for everything. One thing I did tell him before he invited me to a restaurant for our anniversary of six months, was that he was my first time. Kissing, making love, or love, it was as simple as that. When he knew that, he told me he was very happy about that and that he was going to send flowers to the girl who invited us two to that party eighteen months ago.

Now I think I'll never say again that I hate parties…. And certainly not the morning after…. Ha ha.

A/N:Well thanks for reading. I really had fun writing this story, but the credit for this idea has to go to Sophade as the plotline was her idea. I hope you enjoyed the story. R&R please :)