Sorry for the confusion guys! I forgot I changed the ending to chapter 5 and so I got it confused with chapter 6, I've deleted the old chapter 5 now and merged it with this one!
Sorry for the delayed updates! I'm slowly getting over my depression. I'm gonna try and be more consistent with my updates. Gonna update Wattpad, Webnovel, AO3 at the same time (unless I forget one, in which case I apologize beforehand).
I'm thinking of posting also on Tumblr? Would that interest anyone? I also have a translation site at Definitely-Not-Embarrassed Chinese Translations if anyone is interested in that, I mainly translate boys love.
Thank you so much for staying patient with me while I worked through all my mental issues!
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The walk ended in exactly the way Sakura expected.
Sasuke was vehemently kissing her and trying to undress her even before they made it completely back into their apartment. Sakura was initially not quite in the mood due to the lateness of the night, and her exhaustion after their emotional heavy walk, but as Sasuke continued kissing her and they landed in a mess of tangled limbs onto her bed, Sakura felt an inner fire awaken inside her as well.
Her palms rose of their own accord up across Sasuke's body and moved in desperation to rid him of his shirt. It got tossed somewhere off into the darkness, same with her own shirt. Sakura was sitting on her heels while Sasuke was kneeling, his long slender bare upper half looked ethereal in the glow of the moon from the window behind him.
Sakura felt her breath stolen. No matter how many times they had sex, how many times they were together, she still found it incredible that such a flawlessly perfect looking man was her partner.
If only his personality was just as beautiful.
Sakura ignored the small bitter voice that protested in the back of her head, wholly focused on the intimacy of the moment right then. She wanted him. Oh she wanted him. Sakura moved to reconnect their lips but Sasuke's hands actually kept her at bay with them relocating to her shoulders.
She pouted, ready to ask what the hell, when Sasuke spoke: "Can I make a request from you Sakura?"
The pinkette's brows furrowed in confusion but answered nonetheless soon after. "Depends on what it is…"
Lust may have deeply clouded her mind but Sakura still hadn't forgotten who she was dealing with in the moment.
Sasuke's coal black eyes locked with her green ones, an imploring vulnerability inside them: "Can you…take the initiative tonight?"
Sakura blinked a few times to comprehend his words, then she blushed. Her gaze dropped, skittish in self-consciousness.
"Um…" Sakura bit her lower lip. She was really excited right now and it's not like they had anything the other hadn't completely seen countless times over now…but still…the only times she'd ever taken the initiative during intercourse before was when he'd forced her to do so, during her captivity.
Now, he was requesting her for the very thing he used to force her to do. A perfect example of how much he was trying to change for her…how much he had succeeded in changing.
He was no longer the crazed megalomaniac of the past.
Just for her.
A warm smile spread across Sakura's lips then. Her gaze finally lifted to meet Sasuke's waiting anticipant one- and she couldn't help giggling.
A moment later, Sasuke found himself pushed onto his back. An excited deep exhale left his chest as Sakura's legs came to straddle him on each side. Her delicate palms balanced across his pectorals and softly palmed his nipples that were already needle points.
"Sakura…" Her name left his lips in a guttural moan.
Sakura laughed lightly again as she pressed their cores together, while their bottom halves were still clothed. She could feel Sasuke's excitement like a firm pillar beneath her, already making small upward thrusts against her heat, desperate to find refuge inside her.
Sakura lowered her head to capture his lips. Simultaneously, she pushed the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear down below his waist. To undress her lower half Sakura would have to get off of Sasuke and neither of them were willing to let this happen so the pinkette merely moved the bridge of her shorts and panties together and in one fluid motion, took Sasuke fully inside her.
His girth, as always, gave her mild discomfort but it was minimal because of how well lubricated she was.
Sasuke groaned at her acceptance of him. Everything was too erotic. Too romantic. Too perfect. Unable for her to start riding him, he started thrusting deeply into her from below. Sakura once again giggled. Impatient as always.
She didn't hesitate however to match his piston movements, connecting and disconnecting, again and again. Higher and higher Sasuke flew to Heaven before finally falling down straight to the euphoric depths of Hell.
It was incredible. Sex had never been this satisfying before for Sasuke. Even during the few other times Sakura willingly reciprocated.
Sasuke smiled happily afterwards and rolled on top of Sakura, ready to take the lead again and return the bliss she'd just given him.
The next morning, Sakura woke up with a smile and still feeling quite needy but Sasuke wasn't actually next to her when she opened her eyes. No, instead, she heard clanging in the kitchen. Throwing her nightie over her nude self, Sakura quietly crept to the kitchen, wanting to see what Sasuke was doing without disturbing him.
He was making a traditional Japanese breakfast: seared salmon steaks, miso soup, fermented pickled vegetables were already sliced and plated on the table, alongside a dish of seasoned dried nori. The stovetop rice had already finished cooking and was merely steaming inside the pot, letting the gluten settle so that the texture was perfectly fluffy and palatable.
Sasuke was a really good cook. He had to be with all of his independent living and travelling in the wilderness with little to eat except whatever could be salvaged.
But Sakura already knew this fact about the dark haired man, given that she'd eaten nothing except his cooking for more than a whole year…
Actually, at the reminder of that, Sakura felt all of her appetite more or less vanish…he'd actually made this exact same meal for her on more than a few occasions for her morning meal.
Yeah, there went the rest of her hunger.
Sakura bit her lower lip. Knowing that Sasuke was only trying to do something thoughtful and caring, perhaps still attempting to be romantic like last night… How could he anticipate his kindness eliciting such dread? Sakura swallowed a mouthful of saliva. No. If she refused or rejected his meal, he might get angry and…she didn't even try to finish that thought, knowing whatever she came up with would just distress herself further.
Sasuke turned around just then to plate the finished pan fried salmon only to stop in small surprise that Sakura stood behind him.
"Oh, I didn't know you were already up," he said with a cute taken aback look.
Sakura couldn't help giggling. "Yeah, I was being sneaky."
She continued laughing in the dry silence for a second before he too smiled and moved as if to help her into a chair.
But Sakura stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"Um, actually…I was thinking we could…work up an appetite first?" she asked without meeting his eyes and a small blush across her cheeks.
She thought Sasuke would be giddy with this proposition and immediately take her into his arms but only silence met her in the immediate aftermath of her question. Sakura waited another moment of inaction and then dared a tentative look up. The instant she did, Sasuke's lips smashed down on her own, wreaking havoc as they devoured her mouth.
Sakura's arms wrapped around Sasuke's neck at the same time he picked her up bridal style. She laughed into the kiss at their synchronicity, wrapping her arms tighter and closer around him, tasting his minty toothpaste and reveling in his freshly showered scent. The nape of his neck was still perfused from the hot water, making his skin there particularly supple. For some reason, this made him very endearing to her in that moment.
He was just a normal man, a normal lover. Something she didn't mind accepting.
He walked the two of them back into their bedroom.
Sakura felt her back hitting the mattress and she looked up as Sasuke pulled his navy blue shirt over his head, once more revealing his lean ivory upper torso that got backlit by the morning sun's rays, making him appear almost ethereal once again. As sociopathic as the Uchiha Clan was, no one could ever accuse their genetics as being homely…and Sasuke was certainly a pinnacle representation of this fact.
So gorgeous…
Suddenly, for no reason at all, something flashed across Sakura's mental vision -fading almost as soon as it appeared; it left Sakura flushed and stunned for a sec.
"What's wrong?" Sasuke asked right as Sakura got her bearings again.
"N-nothing," the rosette assured with a small smile. She moved to continue their embrace but the atmosphere was no longer than same and Sasuke put a concerned palm over her forehead.
"Are you sick?" he asked before lowering his hand to the side of her face, wanting to test the temperature there as well.
Sakura smiled about his concern; she took Sasuke's palm into her own, squeezing it lightly.
"I'm okay," she reassured. The man seemed unconvinced so Sakura used that moment to change topic. "Hey…Sasuke…have you ever um…"
Sakura's face blushed.
Sasuke sent her a curious look.
"What?" he asked.
The pinkette's gaze looked down as she finished asking her question: "Have you ever dressed in…in…in a business suit before?"
Sasuke raised one eyebrow in amused surprise. Sakura blinked away as soon as she met his eyes again.
"Of course, you haven't. I don't know why I asked that. I-I just…" she was stammering in her embarrassment: "I…I just thought maybe you would look nice in one…"
Her lips were suddenly captured again by Sasuke's a tight but endearing kiss. Afterwards, he whispered against them: "I can wear one for you."
Sakura met his gaze and felt her face grow redder, so quickly looked away again. Still feeling the tight uncomfortable hunger in her abdomen, Sakura decided that they'd done enough talking for the time being.
And soon, in a mess of tangled limbs and discarded clothes, there was indeed no more talking between them for a bit.
Since it was both of their day off from work, Sasuke proposed to let their romantic date from last night continue into the day.
Still wanting to stay on the frugal side of romance, Sakura proposed a stroll through the public park in the center of Konoha. It was right at the beginning of Cherry Blossom season so the petals hadn't fallen yet but Sakura still thought it would be quite romantic to just stroll under them for the afternoon.
And so off they went.
Because of Sasuke's mysterious identity still, he was given a special tattoo by the immigration shinobis that prevented him from enacting any deception jutsus (from fear of him defrauding the citizens), which included the transformation jutsu.
Hence why he couldn't take on any appearance except his regular self -which for anyone else would only be a minor inconvenience- but for Sasuke, it was deeply troubling. Because he had no way to deter the huge amount of awestruck fangirling eyes his face attracted no matter where he went. And not always from the opposite sex either.
Even when they took the least populated route to get to the central park, Sakura still heard annoying inane whispers from the windows they strolled past, people snapping photos, others not even trying to hide that they were ardently gawking at them.
Because no Uchiha clan had ever existed before in this Konoha, no one had ever seen physical features like his before, much less features so elegantly refined. Like gawkers of a new exhibit at the zoo, Sakura felt like those poor animals that were put on display for everyone on a daily basis.
But the worst part was that Sakura knew Sasuke felt this same ire, if not far more magnified; the initially happy excursion, fueled with the euphoria of a new sated sex life, soon became stony silent and Sakura feared that Sasuke would blow his top before they even got to their destination.
"Sasuke, let's go back," she suddenly suggested when they were only a few streets away from their starting point, her hand pulling at the outer lining of the man's jacket pocket.
Sasuke continued walking with his hands in his pants pockets still. He didn't turn to look at her when he spoke: "You can't live your life in fear of other people's reactions."
Oh the irony of this statement.
The reaction she most feared was from him and no one else. As annoying as the gawkers and illicit amateur photographers were, they were simply nuisances. But Sasuke…Sasuke…if he was incensed enough…things could get bad really fast.
Jogging up to his fast pace, Sakura thought frantically for a way to keep his temper under control.
"Sasuke…" she started without a good idea of how to end the statement.
"I won't do anything to them, don't worry," the man reassured her without looking back still, having seen through all her thoughts already. "I remember our deal."
Ah. Okay.
Sakura was comforted up until the next camera that snapped at them exploded in a burst of flames, causing the blue haired female owner to quickly throw the charred appliance onto her balcony and furiously try to stomp out the flames.
"I promised to not hurt anyone, not their property," Sasuke explained cooly, once more without turning around to look at Sakura's jaw dropped countenance.
So cool and so asinine.
That was Sasuke in a nutshell.
And so Sakura stayed silent as different photography equipment exploded around them as soon as they were aimed at them for the rest of the journey. She felt slightly bad for the owners but also simultaneously felt they deserved some comeuppance for being so intrusive.
At the same time, Sakura fell in awe once more at Sasuke's control of fire jutsus. He didn't even need to look in the direction of any of the cameras before making them explode. Incredible…
But then again, he'd always been adept at fire jutsus, since their academy days. Well, technically he was good at practically all subjects in school…
Sakura fell down memory lane and couldn't help reminiscing about how much she'd always dreamed about going on this kind of date with Sasuke like this. Albeit, in her original Konoha.
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the feel of Sasuke's lips on hers, kissing her feverishly, hungrily right in broad daylight, to the deep heartache of everyone spying on them. The kiss melted through Sakura and distracted her from all of her anxiety; how did Sasuke always manage to disrupt and completely uproot her thoughts, for better or worse?
She swayed before him, feeling her knees go weak and instantly his arms constricted possessively around her waist, supporting and keeping her pressed up against him as he continued devouring her. She did her best to reciprocate the act; they acted like calming poultices for each other, undoing all the frustration and stress that their heartbroken onlookers brought to them.
It especially worked to assuage Sasuke's fury. If the people wanted to spy then he would give them something to spy about. He was Sakura's and no one else's.
Sakura did not know how much time lapsed until the make out session ended but by the conclusion she was an out of breath molten mess inside Sasuke's arms, not even strong enough to comprehend how embarrassing it was to be making out like that in broad daylight, especially knowing there were people watching them. Sakura buried her face into the clothed softness of her lover and husband's chest, muffling her embarrassed though happy giggle. Sasuke smiled too as his arms wrapped tighter around her, one over her shoulders, another at her waist.
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before speaking against it: "I'll just have to keep doing that whenever I get annoyed, for the safety of the village, I'm sure you'll understand."
One of Sakura's brows quirked up, did…did Sasuke just make a joke? She looked up from the safety of his bosom to meet his gaze. A look of soft contentment met her eyes, a look she'd never really seen before from the Uchiha.
It made her heart pound deeply inside her ribcage.
She nodded lightly in reply to his joke, the ironic macabre nature of this statement coming from a previous mass-murderer didn't even phase her in that moment. Her brain was too flooded in endorphins and euphoria.
Maybe…maybe they could work out.
Their makeout session was effective in not only calming them but somehow also the fantacism of Sasuke's unwanted admirers. The rest of the trek to the park passed with far fewer photo snaps and people spying on them.
What was there an underground spy network of fans dedicated to Sasuke's every waking move? Updating in real time with every second? Sakura mentally laughed at the absurdity of this concept right as they stepped into the threshold of the park.
Oh. The Cherry Blossoms had already started falling. They rained down from the trees like a pink rain, matching perfectly with the color of Sakura's hair which she kept now in a smooth long stream down her back, very similar to the way she'd worn it as a Genin.
Back then, during the Chuunin exams she'd cut her hair so that it wouldn't get in the way of combat and training anymore and it had genuinely been a wise choice…back then. But somehow, enduring everything that she'd endured with Sasuke till now…she'd completely lost interest in offensive training. Combat just…didn't seem as appealing anymore when it became clear that she could and would always be overpowered by at least one person that was inevitable in her life.
And so Sakura had decided to keep her hair long again. It'd been long the last time she'd been in her Konoha and had stayed as long when she'd first woken up in this new Konoha. Sakura trimmed it now only when it fell past her butt, at work she kept it tied up in a long ponytail and at home she kept it down unless it was a really hot day.
Today, the weather was cool and refreshing which lightly blew her in a gentle stream behind her as they walked, hand in hand.
"You're beautiful," Sasuke suddenly commented, before tucking a stray strand behind her ear.
Sakura blushed at his compliment. "Thank you."
Near the entrance they came in through were the Shoji and Go stone game tables that appealed most to the elderly and some teens. Next to the tables was the large lake that bypassed the entire park and right next to the lake, on the other side past the bridge, was the large pagoda that had benches lining the inside of the square interior and large stone table for family gatherings.
To Sakura's shock, as they crossed the lake's bridge and the pagoda came into sight, in the stone table sat Hinata (who had an even redder face than her usual shy self) with her mother and the mothers of basically all their friends: Tenten, Ino, Choji, Shino, Shikamaru, Rock Lee, as well as Sakura's mother. Ino and Tenten also sat at the table, everyone sipping at tea and dining over a large plate of assorted pastry cakes.
Sakura was still deciding whether or not to pretend she hadn't seen the gathering (what she was heavily leaning towards) when Tenten saw her and eagerly waved her forward, gesticulating for her to bring Sasuke too.
Sakura felt a pit forming in her stomach and she wondered how to excuse herself when she felt Sasuke reassuringly squeeze her palm gently, before speaking: "Let's go meet them. I still haven't met your parents yet."
There was a reason behind that. There were actually multiple reasons behind that.
Sakura thought with dread as the meeting she'd been desperately avoiding finally became inevitable.
She was powerless as she felt Sasuke walk the two of them over, giving polite formal greetings. Say what you want about Sasuke, he at least knew how to pay respect to his elders.
Sakura endured the anxiety in her chest as she and Sasuke sat down at the table. His presence immediately drawing everyone's attention, and in particular her mother, Mebuki Haruno.
Sakura choked on her tea when Tenten and Ino sending a telepathic jutsu into her mind: You fucking lucky cow! He's six-abs-so-fucking-lutely gorgeous!
Sakura couldn't even think of how to reply, so she didn't, only staying still as Ino and Tenten shook Sasuke's hand with not-at-all-hidden-thirst eyes.
"S-s-so…what were you guys talking about?" Sakura tried asking cheerfully to divert the topic away from the mysterious man that they all only knew as her boyfriend.
"Hinata's wedding night of course!" Ino proclaimed without hesitation or shame, quickly receiving an elbow to the abdomen from her mother for being crass, telling her she should be more lady like, even though it was a shinobi village, the female shinobi were still subjected to propriety restrictions from the older more conservative generations.
Sakura really wished she hadn't joined the gathering now.
So that's why Hinata's face was as red a tomato even now.
"We were explaining to Hinata about what to expect, what etiquette rules to follow before, during and after the wedding," Ino's mother explained.
"Ahh…I see…" Sakura wished the world could swallow her up right now…please don't let the conversation divert to where she feared.
But it went exactly there.
"It's only proper for a girl to be pure before her wedding of course," Tenten's mother, a lady by the name of Eichiko, chimed in with a subtle glance towards Sakura and Sasuke, before back to Hinata. The comment was as much directed towards Sakura as it was towards Hinata. The pinkette felt her face heat up.
Tenten chimed in, coming to her rescue: "Mom, honestly, this is the modern shinobi world, who still cares about such things?"
"Anyone proper!" Hinata's mother suddenly spoke with sudden vehemence. "Hinata can't exist along the same lines of wanton shameless tainted woman!"
Shikamaru's mother chimed in then: "Yes, only wanton whores and sluts lose their purity before the marriage bed, shaming their family and ancestors by cohabitating with a man they barely even know-"
She hadn't been able to say anymore as her lips were suddenly sealed shut by a powerful silence jutsu Sasuke had cast using only his eyes. His fists were so clenched so tightly together that they actually drew blood.
"…I-I suddenly remembered…I have a prior appointment r-r-r-right now, sorry," Sakura excused herself before quickly running from the park.
Distantly, she heard Ino or Tenten, or both of them, calling after her but she did not stop. Sakura didn't know where she was going but soon enough she found herself leaping through the balcony of her apartment and quickly taking out her keys to unlock the glass door. In the moment she'd stopped running, Sasuke caught up to her and drew her into a tight embrace.
But that was the last thing she wanted from him right now.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Sakura screamed suddenly, not realizing the volume she'd used until afterwards, distantly, in her periphery vision, she could see curious neighbors of nearby units and adjacent apartment buildings poking their heads out of windows and blinds to see what was happening.
Sakura felt even more ashamed and mortified, so she quickly unlocked the door and retreated into the darkness of her home.
The sun had set right now but she couldn't stand to turn the lights on. She couldn't stand to be seen. Couldn't stand to see herself. Her entire body was trembling as she tried to find her bedroom but her frantic legs tripped over an end table and she knocked over a lamp which shattered into sharp pieces on the ground. Sakura would have fallen onto the pieces but a protective hand caught her by the waist, drawing her back into Sasuke's hold.
This time she didn't scream.
Sakura just let her tears fall silently into the confines of Sasuke's dark shirt as he hugged her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair, "I'm sorry…shh…don't cry. I'm so sorry…"
His comfort was unwanted but Sakura still took it.
Because he was all she had now.
Sakura had always felt conflicting feelings about the whole chastity concept for women and not men. She felt it was unfair women were subjected to standards that men were not but growing up her conservative parents had still managed to instill a sort of "purity" conditioning inside her mind. She'd personally never thought there was anything wrong with having sex before marriage with as many partners as the girl wanted, that the whole slut shaming thing was a terrible invention of prudish people and something she'd promised to never instill onto her kids.
But still…the conservative conditioning from her upbringing had stayed prominent inside her psyche as a teen and going into adulthood…which was why she'd been so devastated when Sasuke had first raped her above Itachi's grave.
Yes, of course the rape itself was already a traumatizing enough experience but on a deeper level Sakura had started hating herself for losing her virginity before marriage. She had been placed in a conflicting polarizing mentality because as a trainee trauma medic in her youth she'd actually dealt with rape victims and consoling them after they explained they felt devalued now without their virginity. And everytime Sakura had told them that this concept was nonsense -that chastity was just a construct invented to oppress women- and that even if it was a thing, it still wasn't their fault for being raped. They were victims and did not deserve any such blame.
And yet, when she found herself on the other side of this situation, Sakura found herself unable to emulate what she'd preached. She did blame herself for no longer being "pure" before the marriage bed. That it was her fault somehow for not defending herself well enough. That she was now less valuable as a woman.
And she hated herself for thinking this way.
Like she was a hypocrite.
It was so many levels of mental contradictions that just the mere thought of this conflict sent her mind reeling and so Sakura had done her best to avoid thinking about it, ever since the first day after the graveyard. Whenever she'd been conscious she'd tried to bury this line of thinking in as far back of her mind as she could manage.
But today it had all been brought forward.
And it was suffocating.
Sakura felt like she couldn't breathe. Couldn't live. Couldn't even think anymore without some form of self hate.
As a male, Sakura knew there was no way Sasuke could fully comprehend the full extent of distress. He'd never been taught to hate himself like she'd been, being reared inside a conservative household while living in the youth of society that actually looked down on women for being too prudish and uptight.
There was no way to win.
And the worst of the conversation she'd just experienced in the park was not even something that had been said…it was the way her mother, Mebuki Haruno, looked at her during the whole exchange…the look in the woman's eyes that showed how she agreed with everything her peers were saying…
Sasuke's entire blood ran cold as he felt Sakura's body slump in his hold, having lost consciousness.
Sakura groaned in her sleep while Sasuke dabbed at her forehead with a cold compress; she was running a fever and he had just cast an anti-pyretic jutsu over her so it should subside soon enough but his medical jutsu was not as good as hers and therefore would take longer to take effect.
He felt so much anger after hearing what the mothers had said, he'd considered torturing and maiming each of them right after he cast the silence jutsu but Sakura suddenly took off running and he had to chase her.
How dare they.
How dare they say that to his Sakura. His wife.
They were fucking married!
So what if it happened in a different world. So what if they didn't have a giant ceremony. So what if none of her relatives were there when it happened. It wasn't Sakura's fault. It wasn't her fault…
It was his.
Sasuke groaned as he pressed the base of his palms to his forehead. Gahhhhh! Why was everything coming back to haunt him. Why couldn't they just move on with their life as a couple. They were making such progress too.
Sasuke gritted his teeth while he rested his forehead on the edge of her mattress.
Impure? Slut? Whore? How dare anyone imply that about his wife. He wanted to eviscerate each of them limb from limb. If it wasn't for his promise all those women would be dead right now. Everyone that had dared to speak.
So what if he'd fucked her before they actually married. Who were they judge upon anyone? Fucking self-righteous pricks.
He'd actually never cared about chastity or the whole virgin wife before marriage thing growing up, since his parents had died before he'd hit puberty no one really cared to teach him about this kind of stuff and it wasn't like he was interested in it either. Far from the average sex-driven hormonal teen, Sasuke Uchiha had never cared for sexual matters and even less about what type of girl he was going to marry -with how focused on his revenge he'd been. At most, he'd only ever had a casual fleeting thought that his future partner would be strong beyond imagination.
And he'd been right.
She'd just been strong in a way he'd never thought about before.
Sitting up straight, Sasuke moved so that he could caress the side of Sakura's face with the back of his right hand.
So beautiful.
How dare anyone say anything except praise about her?
He had to think of some way to make them pay.
Someway.
Somehow.
Even if Sakura yelled at him…they had to pay.
Unable to help himself, Sasuke leaned forward and captured her pliant lips with his own, devouring it like he always did.
Gods.
She was going to be his undoing.
He'd only planned to just kiss her, maybe grope her a bit before getting in the shower but soon Sasuke found himself liberating Sakura of her shirt, bra and then pants as well as underwear. She laid underneath him, both of them completely bare as the thick duvet covered both of them from the structure of his waist so that he could make she stayed warm and safe from the night's chill. Sasuke's hungry eyes devoured her body, hungry and desperate to be inside her just like that first time at the cemetery.
Yes, at that time, the decision to take her had been driven by his grief of Itachi and his own clan, desperate to revive it. But, being honest with himself, Sasuke knew he'd been wanting to do the deed for a long while before then, technically before he'd even brought her back using the Myael.
From the first day after her death.
She'd never once left his mind.
Eventually -quickly- the thoughts turned sexual and he dreamed of her night and day, dreaming of what it would be like to buried in her molten heat.
Sasuke reminisced about those days now as he slipped his fingers into her dry core. Well versed in how to prepare her now, Sasuke quickly found a specific spot inside her, pressing at the spot slowly, teasingly, -gradually increasing in pace as the passage got more and more slick.
Though she stayed unconscious, Sakura mewled beneath him as he touched her, her legs opening wider on their own accord. Sasuke grinned while looming over her, wondering if she was having a wet dream now because of him.
In a second, his thick shaft slipped partially into her molten heat and he was once more in heaven. He groaned at the sensation, never able to get sick of this feeling, never wanting it with any other female. Any other person. He was Sakura's.
He was HERS. Sasuke thought with a vicious thrust, sheathing himself completely into her heat, where he belonged, where only he belonged.
While he'd never thought about the concept of monogamy and chastity before, he now knew that he would kill any person that Sakura dared to share her body with. He was also glad that he'd been able to take her before anyone else could. That he was ingrained into her body in a way that no one else ever could be.
His elbows rested on either side of her as he bottomed out into her with each thrust, hitting her cervix each time.
She was his. His wife. His fucking wife!
With a low half groan half grunt, he spilled himself into her, wishing that he would see her belly swell with child soon.
He collapsed on top of her breasts and laughed in contentment.