[Fanfiction] SasuSaku: Emotions
So... another post. But this time it isn't IchiRuki fanfiction, not even Bleach. It's SasuSaku from Naruto. I've been thinking of setting up another collection for these, but I'd be aiming 10-20 one-shots. 'Death Butterflies' simply got out of hand. Previously, I posted River as a drabble, it ; later on it was re-edited. That was my very first SasuSaku, now I have a bunch of one-shots and scribbles in my notebooks. Can't stop writing about Sasuke...
Title: Emotions
Series: Naruto.
Pairing: SasuSaku.
Date: July 13th, 2005.
Notes: Romance. Angsty. PG-13. Sasuke~!
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Sakura stares at her reflection on the mirror. The woman that looks back at her with bored, green eyes smiles nonchalantly, as though if she were thinking of some far away memory. Her satin pink hair tumbles down her shoulders, curling at the ends, touching softly the beginning of her breasts. The darkness covers her lack of clothes; the filtered moonlight that passes through the flimsy white curtains barely illuminates the side of her bare abdomen and the pale skin of her thighs. Not even a draft of air makes her shiver.
The dark haired man walks over to her quietly in careful, composed steps. Like almost everything that has to do with him, his movements are first thought over and then put into action, but this once he does not think before his two arms snake around her. One of Sasuke’s arms circles her waist firmly, to bring her closer to his own body, and the other that is around her shoulders caresses her skin. His chin rests on the crook between her neck and her shoulder. His lips kiss the curve of her neck once before his onyx eyes find hers reflected on the full-sized mirror.
“Come back to bed,” he whispers, in that deep, throaty voice of his that makes her heart speed up. She can feel his chest rumbling against her back as he speaks.
“Sasuke-kun…” she pauses, looking down.
His eyes narrow at this and he holds onto her a little tighter, still gently. “What’s wrong, Sakura?” he demands with a tone that grows stern. He has tried his best not to sound concerned, but fails in his attempt.
She shows him a half-heartened smile, her hands reaching for his and intertwining his fingers with hers in a silent motion. His eyes narrows further as he glances at her through the corner of his eye. He finds her still smiling impassively at their combined image in the mirror.
“Sasuke,” she murmurs, “Can you feel it?”
Sasuke looks back at their intertwined hands and wonders what she is talking about. The woman laughs vaguely at his confused expression, leading his hands to her belly. “Can you feel it?” she questions again and his eyes start to widen. “I don’t think you do, it’s still so early.” There is a tone of sadness laced in her voice that causes unconscious worry to spread in his mind.
“Sakura, what are you…?” And though realization starts to dawn upon him, he allows her to interrupt him. He knows that she needs to tell him with her own mouth.
“There will be a heart beating inside of my body, like mine, like yours. A tiny person is starting to grow inside of me. It makes me happy.” Sakura chokes; she can already hear both of their hearts thumping against their chests. “But Sasuke… I’m afraid too,” she confesses, almost timidly.
There, once again, the lack of any suffix makes him understand that this is something important to her, something in which she needs his reassurance even when she doesn’t really expect it from him. He looks away for a moment before turning to her, searching not her eyes on the mirror, but looking at her straight into her jade-colored pools.He grimaces, hating being short of words to say, and thinks over quietly about what to tell her. What can he possibly tell her? He can’t make promises he isn’t sure being able to keep. He can’t promise her that he’ll stay with her forever, that he’ll love her forever, because he doesn’t know what the future will bring to him or if he will live up to see those days. And then there is so little he can offer. He can only give her this moment and this trampled feeling in his chest; he can only give her the present and hope with her of a future. Is it enough?
“Everything will be alright,” he mutters at last. His hushed words are said half to her and half to himself, as though he is trying to convince himself of it. He needs to convince himself that it is true; he knows he wants it to be. He brushes his lips against hers in a soft and hasty kiss.
She nods simply, her body leaning against his. “Can you feel it?” She’s not really asking anymore, just wondering absentmindedly and mind drifting into her own thoughts.
His eyes shut close as he hugs her, head still resting on her shoulder. “Aa, I think I do.”
Title: Emotions
Series: Naruto.
Pairing: SasuSaku.
Date: July 13th, 2005.
Notes: Romance. Angsty. PG-13. Sasuke~!
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Sakura stares at her reflection on the mirror. The woman that looks back at her with bored, green eyes smiles nonchalantly, as though if she were thinking of some far away memory. Her satin pink hair tumbles down her shoulders, curling at the ends, touching softly the beginning of her breasts. The darkness covers her lack of clothes; the filtered moonlight that passes through the flimsy white curtains barely illuminates the side of her bare abdomen and the pale skin of her thighs. Not even a draft of air makes her shiver.
The dark haired man walks over to her quietly in careful, composed steps. Like almost everything that has to do with him, his movements are first thought over and then put into action, but this once he does not think before his two arms snake around her. One of Sasuke’s arms circles her waist firmly, to bring her closer to his own body, and the other that is around her shoulders caresses her skin. His chin rests on the crook between her neck and her shoulder. His lips kiss the curve of her neck once before his onyx eyes find hers reflected on the full-sized mirror.
“Come back to bed,” he whispers, in that deep, throaty voice of his that makes her heart speed up. She can feel his chest rumbling against her back as he speaks.
“Sasuke-kun…” she pauses, looking down.
His eyes narrow at this and he holds onto her a little tighter, still gently. “What’s wrong, Sakura?” he demands with a tone that grows stern. He has tried his best not to sound concerned, but fails in his attempt.
She shows him a half-heartened smile, her hands reaching for his and intertwining his fingers with hers in a silent motion. His eyes narrows further as he glances at her through the corner of his eye. He finds her still smiling impassively at their combined image in the mirror.
“Sasuke,” she murmurs, “Can you feel it?”
Sasuke looks back at their intertwined hands and wonders what she is talking about. The woman laughs vaguely at his confused expression, leading his hands to her belly. “Can you feel it?” she questions again and his eyes start to widen. “I don’t think you do, it’s still so early.” There is a tone of sadness laced in her voice that causes unconscious worry to spread in his mind.
“Sakura, what are you…?” And though realization starts to dawn upon him, he allows her to interrupt him. He knows that she needs to tell him with her own mouth.
“There will be a heart beating inside of my body, like mine, like yours. A tiny person is starting to grow inside of me. It makes me happy.” Sakura chokes; she can already hear both of their hearts thumping against their chests. “But Sasuke… I’m afraid too,” she confesses, almost timidly.
There, once again, the lack of any suffix makes him understand that this is something important to her, something in which she needs his reassurance even when she doesn’t really expect it from him. He looks away for a moment before turning to her, searching not her eyes on the mirror, but looking at her straight into her jade-colored pools.He grimaces, hating being short of words to say, and thinks over quietly about what to tell her. What can he possibly tell her? He can’t make promises he isn’t sure being able to keep. He can’t promise her that he’ll stay with her forever, that he’ll love her forever, because he doesn’t know what the future will bring to him or if he will live up to see those days. And then there is so little he can offer. He can only give her this moment and this trampled feeling in his chest; he can only give her the present and hope with her of a future. Is it enough?
“Everything will be alright,” he mutters at last. His hushed words are said half to her and half to himself, as though he is trying to convince himself of it. He needs to convince himself that it is true; he knows he wants it to be. He brushes his lips against hers in a soft and hasty kiss.
She nods simply, her body leaning against his. “Can you feel it?” She’s not really asking anymore, just wondering absentmindedly and mind drifting into her own thoughts.
His eyes shut close as he hugs her, head still resting on her shoulder. “Aa, I think I do.”