NaruSakuSasu Shots
So there is really no point to this. You see, how dearest Lily's brain works is that she gets sentances, which never actually go anywhere, and they randomly come to her when she is reading fics or listening to songs or looking at art. I don't wanna forget any of them. Normally, these in Sakura's persepective, just cause I get how a girl would think. (well duuuuh). And cause Sakura is a perv and gets it off on watching the boys and their tackle!Sex.
Pairing: NaruSakuSasu
Rating: M
Warnings: Sex references. (duuuh) I was in a smutty mood when I wrote this. Deal.
Ahem. Enjoy
1.
Sakura, most times, likes being the princess. It's where she fits, she's protected and she likes that. But sometimes when she's lost a patient, when her own self loathing at not being good enough is too much, she needs to bite and scratch and claw, and feel as they feel. It's not very often that she does, every few months and they both quietly admit they enjoy it, hearing her growl when they kiss her, how she tries to claw them to submit to her, how when she does, she kisses as though she had Naruto's sharpened canines trying draw blood, and when she doesn't get it with her teeth, her nails do pull those red lines, but at the end always those borderline masculine groans when she comes. Because its her, a part of her that no one sees, thats theirs. It all about being each others. That's all it has ever been.
2.
It was strange, when Naruto and Sasuke similutaniously realised they were jealous of Sakura. Not of anything she could help either, it was not a particular useful thing to be jealous of either, like the Sharingan or the power of the Kyuubi, nothing like that, but it was similar in the sense that there was nothing she could do about it either, infact she had no idea of their jealousy. All they are infact jealous of is her content when they hold her close because neither can remember feeling it at all, or feeling it without the taint of something else.
3.
Sometimes she really can't help herself when they start roughing each other up like that, growling and biting and hissing like that. She'll watch them, sitting legs tucked under her, one hand rubbing over some mark that one of them has left on the back of her neck (like Sasuke is trying to make things equal and Naruto is trying to make up for what he can't do to Sasuke) and her other hand traces along her hip down to her leg, and then back up, feather light, biting her lip so her too fast breathing is silenced, her own little frenzy from such soft touches (because she is getting the best show in town).
They would notice her, sitting their patiently for them, and they would both wonder at the marvel of her doing so. Because she always did, wait for them, to finish roughing each other up, wait for them to finish what they needed to do, content for the most part to do her own thing despite her unending and depending love for them. And so out of guilt for ignoring her and their need for contrast against their own abrasivness they would pull her in, giving not the feather touches she gave herself ('...Sakura-chan, getting impatient.' 'Sometimes you are too gentle, Sakura...' ) but the twisted love they had, because that felt better than anything they could give themselves and none of them would be left waiting.
4.
Sasuke was the moonshine, slow and cold and just there enough to be steady. Naruto was sunshine, over-bearing and sometimes too hot, sometimes covered in cloud, but as immovable as the sky itself. She told them this, one night, spent and heart slowing down from its fast. They looked each other and half laughed. "Yes but Sakura-chan..." Naruto kissed her very softly on her collar bone. "If we are your sun and moon."
"Logically, you are the earth." Sasuke finished.
He put a hand on her stomah, appoximate to where her womb would be. Naruto continued pressing those tiny kisses on her skin. "You make things grow."
5.
Naruto and Sasuke had returned from a particularly long misson, Tsunade warned them that things has been particularly hard in the hospital. That was all the warning they needed for what they found at home. There was she, pillows aound her, curled up in a ball, sobbing into the blankets she held close. They pulled it from her hands, threw away the pillows and replaced it with themselves. They waited till her sobs evened out and her breathing slowed to loosen their grip, but never completely let go. She needed them too much.
6.
It was hard sometimes, Naruto would get jealous. Sakura was such a mother. Sasuke was such a father. He was like some sort of weird uncle. He'd felt out of place most of his life and some how this was no exception. When Sakura held her child close like that, when Sasuke dropped his cold bastard rutine to touch the babys brow. But then they get called away and he'll look down at the child, his child, her child, Sasuke's child, their child, our child. He doesnt feel so far apart.