[archived] [Sakura & Sasuke] ; Forbidden
Naruto
: Uchiha Sasuke & Haruno Sakura
Forbidden
WARNINGS: Themes of ADULTERY. Please don't read it if you can't deal with it. Flames will be ignored. If you are the one who reads it and feels the need to flame me, despite the warning I've put up - that's your own problem.
Originally posted: silenthouses, August 2005.
It was that first kiss that did it, being something more than a dream, being all that she needed, being everything she couldn't have.
When his tongue brushed against hers, lightly, testing her response, she could do nothing more than give a little sigh, melting just a bit against him, too-conscious of his fingertips resting so lightly at her hips - then firming to draw her a little closer, his lips a little harder and a little hotter against hers.
It only lasted a second, but it was enough.
Right then, it was more than enough.
Even as she pulled away, she could feel how much he wanted still to hold her; even as she opened her eyes with a faintly shy smile, she knew he was gazing at her with a tenderness she had never witnessed from him before.
Even as they stood, barely touching in a near-phantom embrace, she knew it was something that was secret and dark and behind closed doors, but oh, it felt so good anyway.
"How long..."
His voice broke that little spell, and she could do nothing more than blush and smile and lower her head as he finished his question.
"How long have you been waiting for me to do that?"
It wasn't a question she expected him to ask; not he, so proud and aloof, so self-assured, the boy who had become a man who had grown so far out of reach she hadn't even dared to dream anymore.
But it was a question typical of a man, in a situation like theirs, and she could only giggle a little as she realized it.
Because he was just a man in many ways.
"A while," she finally mumbled, raising her head and meeting his eyes, an amused little smile curving her lips.
Because what lay between them was the obvious, and they were shattering it in the confines of some place small and cramped.
"Yeah?" he asked, letting it slide, though they both knew he would press for a firmer answer at a later date.
She glanced down at his hand, at his ring, surprised at feeling no resentment - though a faint thread of guilt. And he acknowledged the glance and said nothing, though he flexed his hands just a little - as though to say he understood.
It was forbidden and wrong and something they shouldn't do.
She finally pulled away, stepped back, giving him that cue - that he could grab what they needed from the stockroom, that life was going on.
He just grinned at her as he pulled it down, and she laughed.
It was a serious matter. It was something more than just stolen kisses.
But they laughed anyway, relaxed, unconcerned somehow, taking it just a day at a time.
Even the next day, as more kisses were stolen in that dark room, their presence there justified by simple errands.
She couldn't hold his hand and walk down the street. He would be back in bed with his wife at the end of the night.
But it was good enough for her, to have that little piece of him he was willing to give.
She was fine with it.
Perhaps it would change with the years. Perhaps this was nothing more than a mistake.
She was sinning against his wife, the sweet girl they both knew, with her shy blushes and her gentle temperament.
She knew they were a good match -knew that he loved his wife, that they were happily married.
She knew that his wife was treated well.
She knew that all.
And even so she would steal those kisses, steal those precious moments out of sight.
It wasn't a matter of cheating. It wasn't a matter of right or wrong.
Oh, intellectually, it was all of that.
But emotionally it was something odd. Something intangible that she couldn't reach.
Something they both acknowledged, accepted, and risked.
Because somehow - they both knew that it was, somehow, someway, worth it.
---
More comments:
This is far from a literary masterpiece; I was more trying to get emotions across than anything else. I know a lot of people aren't going to be happy with this, but I'm not writing things just to be loved. :p It was just... something I really needed to write, needed to get out. I hate how it flows, hate the language, but I think I managed to put a bit of the emotion I was trying to convey in here. This is really... for all those women who have been or are in a situation like this.
: Uchiha Sasuke & Haruno Sakura
Forbidden
WARNINGS: Themes of ADULTERY. Please don't read it if you can't deal with it. Flames will be ignored. If you are the one who reads it and feels the need to flame me, despite the warning I've put up - that's your own problem.
Originally posted: silenthouses, August 2005.
It was that first kiss that did it, being something more than a dream, being all that she needed, being everything she couldn't have.
When his tongue brushed against hers, lightly, testing her response, she could do nothing more than give a little sigh, melting just a bit against him, too-conscious of his fingertips resting so lightly at her hips - then firming to draw her a little closer, his lips a little harder and a little hotter against hers.
It only lasted a second, but it was enough.
Right then, it was more than enough.
Even as she pulled away, she could feel how much he wanted still to hold her; even as she opened her eyes with a faintly shy smile, she knew he was gazing at her with a tenderness she had never witnessed from him before.
Even as they stood, barely touching in a near-phantom embrace, she knew it was something that was secret and dark and behind closed doors, but oh, it felt so good anyway.
"How long..."
His voice broke that little spell, and she could do nothing more than blush and smile and lower her head as he finished his question.
"How long have you been waiting for me to do that?"
It wasn't a question she expected him to ask; not he, so proud and aloof, so self-assured, the boy who had become a man who had grown so far out of reach she hadn't even dared to dream anymore.
But it was a question typical of a man, in a situation like theirs, and she could only giggle a little as she realized it.
Because he was just a man in many ways.
"A while," she finally mumbled, raising her head and meeting his eyes, an amused little smile curving her lips.
Because what lay between them was the obvious, and they were shattering it in the confines of some place small and cramped.
"Yeah?" he asked, letting it slide, though they both knew he would press for a firmer answer at a later date.
She glanced down at his hand, at his ring, surprised at feeling no resentment - though a faint thread of guilt. And he acknowledged the glance and said nothing, though he flexed his hands just a little - as though to say he understood.
It was forbidden and wrong and something they shouldn't do.
She finally pulled away, stepped back, giving him that cue - that he could grab what they needed from the stockroom, that life was going on.
He just grinned at her as he pulled it down, and she laughed.
It was a serious matter. It was something more than just stolen kisses.
But they laughed anyway, relaxed, unconcerned somehow, taking it just a day at a time.
Even the next day, as more kisses were stolen in that dark room, their presence there justified by simple errands.
She couldn't hold his hand and walk down the street. He would be back in bed with his wife at the end of the night.
But it was good enough for her, to have that little piece of him he was willing to give.
She was fine with it.
Perhaps it would change with the years. Perhaps this was nothing more than a mistake.
She was sinning against his wife, the sweet girl they both knew, with her shy blushes and her gentle temperament.
She knew they were a good match -knew that he loved his wife, that they were happily married.
She knew that his wife was treated well.
She knew that all.
And even so she would steal those kisses, steal those precious moments out of sight.
It wasn't a matter of cheating. It wasn't a matter of right or wrong.
Oh, intellectually, it was all of that.
But emotionally it was something odd. Something intangible that she couldn't reach.
Something they both acknowledged, accepted, and risked.
Because somehow - they both knew that it was, somehow, someway, worth it.
---
More comments:
This is far from a literary masterpiece; I was more trying to get emotions across than anything else. I know a lot of people aren't going to be happy with this, but I'm not writing things just to be loved. :p It was just... something I really needed to write, needed to get out. I hate how it flows, hate the language, but I think I managed to put a bit of the emotion I was trying to convey in here. This is really... for all those women who have been or are in a situation like this.