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The colour scheme for the event is appalling Generally not a topic that would appeal to him, however, this specific horrendous example is an exception. Sasuke need not require perfect vision to deduce Naruto has incorporated far too much orange.
“But this is my wedding, man,” Naruto grumbles. Sasuke shrugs his shoulders and replies that there isn't anything he expected Naruto to do anyway in light of his criticism. After all, said wedding is to be held tomorrow.
“How are you feeling?” asks Sasuke.
Naruto chuckles, or rather, breathes a mock attempt at one, “I'm...” he pauses, “unsure”.
“About who you're marrying?”
“About everything,” Naruto confesses. He turns to Sasuke and with a genuinely anxious expression, and continues, “I've only known this girl for like 2 years”.
“...That's a long time”.
“Long enough to decide to spend the rest of my life with her?”
Sasuke shrugs, “I suppose”.
Naruto huffs. He runs his prosthetic hand through his golden locks whilst the other buries in the pockets of his shockingly orange dress pants. “Hey, listen, thanks for showing up”.
On his way to sit on one of the chairs in the room, Sasuke pauses and looks back. “The Hokage wouldn't too happy that I briefly paused my mission to come to this event,” Sasuke states.
“I bet,” Naruto grins, “real tough one. Bet you'll get a stern talking to when she arrives”.
Sasuke sits down. He shrugs replying that he couldn't care less. And truthfully, had he not been nearby anyway, he may have skipped Naruto's wedding altogether.
Normally, such a statement is enough to warrant a biting retort back from the blonde. However, this time, Naruto merely smiles. “Yea that's probably true. But I'm glad you're here anyway”.
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Sasuke has never actually met the woman his best friend intends to marry until that afternoon. A rather plain looking girl, quite charming and witty however. She introduces herself, and Sasuke forgets the name immediately.
She is not a ninja, although she is of high status within Suna. How exactly that is, specifically, has escaped Sasuke.
Naruto and this girl had met on frequent occasions whilst Naruto travelled, the blonde constantly returning to Suna for a reason most were not aware of until the engagement were announced signalling their impending nuptials.
Sasuke had been near the area at the time, Naruto had tracked him down to report the good news. Sasuke had kept his mouth shut about the fact that he'd not even been aware Naruto had been involved with – anyone.
“She's amazing isn't she?” Naruto breathes as his intended walks away after the introduction. Someone calls for her input into some aspect of the wedding set-up. Naruto's eyes remain transfixed on her form until she is out of sight.
The way Naruto looks at this girl, Sasuke has seen that look before in another. Someone else – but those times, the look had always been directed towards himself.
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Three distinct raps on the door, and Sasuke begrudgingly gets up from his bed to answer the guest. He opens the door and finds the warm smile wash away from the features of the person who visits. Such a smile, washed away them moment Sasuke's form comes into view.
“Ah, Uchiha-san,” she says, “They told me I could find Naruto here”.
Just past sundown, and one of Naruto's most special guest invites have arrived to the city.
“He just left,” Sasuke answers.
Sakura pouts, “damn,” she says before swiftly turning on her heel to walk away.
Sasuke calls out before the first step, “Sakura”.
She turns to look over her shoulder, “yes Uchiha-san?” she asks in that fake professional sounding voice Sasuke has slowly come to abhor.
Sasuke raises an eyebrow, Sakura turns back to face him. “Ah, that's right,” continues Sakura, “I need to remind you that the mission you have been given, Uchiha-san, is of utmost importance. The completion of such is vital and that you were not granted official permission to temporarily suspend the mission to allow you to attend this event”.
“The event being,” Sasuke cuts in, “Naruto's wedding”.
“Regardless what the event is Uchiha-san, protocol still applies”.
Sasuke exhales, and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Sakura,” he begins, his tone almost that of a warning, “no one his here, you don't need to call me that”.
Sakura does not answer, vocally. She crosses her arms over her chest. A brief lull passes before she says to him, “I missed you,” in a voice almost too quiet for him to catch.
Sasuke's demeanour softens. He opens the door and steps back, allowing for Sakura to enter if she so wishes.
She does not, Sakura remains rooted in her spot, “I shouldn't,” she explains, a little unsure herself.
Sasuke take a step forward, “No one will see us”.
“I know,” Sakura replies, “but I've got to go and – meet people. Say my hello's, do all that boring Hokage stuff that I'm expected to do since I'm here in another village”.
Sasuke nods, he understands. He watches as she leaves.
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Only an hour later and whispers throughout the grapevines tell those that are interested that the Hokage has now arrived in Suna.
Sakura had sought out Naruto as quickly as she could. To giggle, and gush, and be overall thrilled at her friend's upcoming nuptials. Sasuke avoid the two of them like the plague, choosing instead to spend the time in his rented room.
Near midnight, he leaves his refuge. He seeks out the room of another. Far fancier than his, and in another building altogether – Hokage's generally do get special accommodations after all. (Not by Naruto of course; no no. But the leader of Suna, graciously extends his welcome – keeping political ties as friendly as possible).
Sasuke can already sense the numerous guards that patrol throughout the levels of the building. His desired room resides at the top of the building – one of Suna's best penthouses. To avoid all the hassle, Sasuke scales the outside walls.
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“What's the point of the guards if you can just easily make your way up here anyway?” Sakura grumbles. She watches as Sasuke casually makes his way towards the kitchen sink to get himself a drink. He shrugs with his back towards her.
“Geeze,” Sakura mutters to herself, “what if I had been changing?”
“Its not like its something I haven't seen before,” Sasuke replies back, now walking towards then woman who sits pouting at the edge of her bed.
“Not the point,” Sakura drawls out.
Sasuke takes a seat beside her, “you're not trying to avoid me are you?”
“What? Of course not”.
That response is uttered a little too quickly to disperse his initial suspicion, “do you not want me here?” he asks.
“That's not it!” Sakura quickly replies, “it's just, uh...” – Sasuke has only rarely seen Sakura this nervous, she continues, finishing with, “Sasuke-kun, would it be okay if we just, um, cuddle tonight?”
He blinks – this is what she'd been worried about?
“Sakura, what?”
“Just tonight! Please”.
Sasuke itches the front of his head, and smiles, “Sakura, we don't have to – what made you think–”
“Because we usually do,” Sakura interjects, “because we rarely see each other and whenever we do…”
“That doesn't mean we have to,” Sasuke reassures, he chuckles softly whilst placing two of his fingers softly upon Sakura's diamond seal. He pulls his hand away and continues, “I would never pressure you Sakura”.
“I know”.
“Is this really all you were nervous about?”
Sakura looks away, “sort of”.
Sasuke pauses, “you're not too stressed with this job are you?”
“No, no,” Sakura reassures, “nothing like that”.
Sakura appears unwilling to elaborate further on any other inner turmoil she houses. Sasuke does not push her. He begins to take off his shoes as Sakura crawls up to the head of the bed. She wriggles under the covers and Sasuke is soon to join her.
She nestles close to him, her back against his chest. Sasuke's one arm loosely wraps her form.
“You better leave before sunrise,” Sakura whispers, “I can't be found with a man in my bed”.
Sasuke buries his face within his lover's hair. He replies back, “I promise nothing”.
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The celebration of Naruto's marriage is as frivolous and over-the-top as Sasuke had previously assumed. Partway through the reception, Naruto approaches Sasuke and concedes to the Uchiha's initial thought on the matter – there is entirely too much orange.
“Even the flowers on everyone’s tables is orange man, what was I thinking,” Naruto rambles on as the open bar tempts the groom far more than it should by this point.
“You should probably return to your bride,” says Sasuke, putting down his first bottle of alcohol whilst Naruto begins to down his third (the idiot always did hold his liquor better, Sasuke muses bitterly).
“I should,” Naruto resigns, “and you,” he says, pointing his finger straight at Sasuke, “you need to find Sakura-chan”.
Sasuke holds his composure, “what?”
“Oh, you know what I mean,” Naruto continues, “have you even said 'hi' to her since she got here? I feel like you're avoiding her man, or she's avoiding you, or whatever. I know she's a strict, well – heh, she's your boss and all, but she's also your friend. She talked about you a little when I met her yesterday”.
Sasuke's interest perks up, “what did she say?”
Naruto's grin reveals Sasuke's slight falter in demeanour when asking that. The blond's grin widens, “wouldn't you like to know…”
Sasuke rolls his eyes and set his near empty bottle on the counter. He stands to leave.
“Wait, wait,” Naruto exclaims, “there's something I wanna tell you, man”.
Sasuke looks back, and gestures for Naruto to continue.
“Okay,” begins the blonde, “I'm being genuine here right. But seriously, I think Sakura-chan still loves you”.
Sasuke does not utter a word in response. Naruto continues, “Look I know you two have this past, and this – well, look I don't really know much about it but if you don't wanna be with her, that's fine. But she's still your friend, right? Last night, the way she was talking about you – I don't know man, please promise you'll at least say hi to her”.
Sasuke nods and leaves. Naruto takes his still full bottle as he attempts to locate his bride.
Sasuke is quicker to locate his bride.
Surrounded by a few clearly of high status, Sasuke spots Sakura immersed entirely within her role as the leader of Konoha. She speaks in a cool tone, and holds herself strong. It wouldn't be right to intrude upon the discussion now just to talk to her. Sasuke; he will wait.
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A moments rest, away from most of the other guests in the party. She stands alone near the back of the party. Sasuke remains quiet with his approach.
“You're avoiding me,” he whispers, quickly, subtly; he takes one final step to fall into the same line.
Peripherally, Sasuke can see Sakura stiffen; taken entirely by surprise by his sudden appearance. He inclines his head towards her, Sakura speaks to him without turning to face him.
“I'm...avoiding you, yea”.
Sasuke exhales, “is it because I didn't leave before sunrise like you asked?” he jokes.
She blinks, and swivels to look at him, “oh, I'm not mad at you or anything”.
“You're not?”
“No”.
Sasuke's eyebrows knit together, “then why are you avoiding me?”
“It's,” Sakura pauses, and turns to face back towards the main gathering of the party, “its been a long time…”
“A long time?”
“Mmmn,” she takes a champagne glass from a neatly decorated pattern it had been apart of upon the table adjacent, “the thing is, I need to uphold myself to a certain standard here. After all, I represent Konoha, even if this is just a close friend’s wedding reception and not some formal Kage gathering”.
“What does this have to do with you avoiding me?”
Sakura does not take even a sip of her alcohol, she places the still full flute of champagne back on the table and lets out an almost annoyed groan, “okay, let me be frank about this – Sasuke-kun, the moment I saw you enter the reception hall, hell, even yesterday, or the day before that. Just, urgh, all I've been thinking about is jumping your bones and riding you until you're hoarse”.
Sasuke has no words in reply – his mouth partially agape with nothing to say.
“And so,” Sakura continues, “in order for me to at least remain minimally functional tonight, I'd appreciate it if we could, you know, maintain some distance”. She turns back to him, her eyes almost plead for him to agree.
He doesn't, “or, we could go back to your room and explore more into this bone-jumping, voice-loosing fantasy of yours”.
She scoffs – unexpectedly on his part. Sakura lightly shakes her head, “no, no, we're not doing that”.
“And yet you said–”
“I know what I said,” Sakura quickly cuts in before explaining her viewpoint. She may want to – but she shouldn't, because reasons. That is all Sasuke receives as an answer.
He finds that is does not suffice, “none of that made any sense Sakura”.
Sakura grumbles, “yea...it probably didn't”.
So Sasuke asks again, or rather, offers again to explore the fantasy his wife has just proclaimed – a fantasy he too finds an appealing endeavour to explore.
Sakura again reiterates, “look, just trust me with this – it won't be...good, if we do it – now”.
“It wont be good?”
“Just, you wouldn't like it”.
A low chuckle escapes him, “that's a lie and you know it”.
“Urgh, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura pouts, her jade green eyes starting to burn a brightness that mesmerises him so, “just, go away, other side of the hall – please. I'm not joking when I say that I have this really bad urge to just – well, you know”.
Sakura is hardly one to intentionally confuse, but her words reach a contradiction no matter what way Sasuke considers her message. He tells her this; eyebrow raised, lips curled into a smirk. Sakura huffs and remains firmly on her stance. Then, she mumbles, almost too quiet for Sasuke to hear, “just, not this week – okay”.
Well, that signals to him Sakura's true state of mind, “right, so...you're on your period”.
Like a secret she'd been intending to take to her grave revealed right before her; eye's wide, lips parted, Sakura looks to him and splutters. Barely, she barely manages out a coherent, “w-what?”
Sasuke shrugs, “am I wrong”.
In a whispered tone; a little harsh, although far more confused, Sakura replies, “how did you – Sasuke-kun!” – she blushes, Sasuke smirks.
“You don't need to be embarrassed about that sort of thing”.
“Sasuke-kun, please –”
“I'm your husband Sakura, did you really think I'd not want to touch you just because of that?”
He speaks too calmly on the subject for Sakura to bear; she buries her face within her hands. The tips of her ears dust a soft red.
This only makes Sasuke chuckle. “Sakura,” he drawls out.
Sakura looks up from her hands, “I'm serious though Sasuke, I want to do things to you that will make it hard for you to walk tomorrow”.
Sasuke's smirk does not wipe from his expression. Sakura bites her bottom lip, “However, you do understand, Uchiha-san, that I still expect you to resume your mission at the crack of dawn tomorrow. Any prior activities you engage in that may result in any weakening of state will not suffice as an excuse”.
Sasuke rolls his eyes, “do your worst, Sakura”.
A wicked grin forms across the lips of his lover. “Gladly,” Sakura purrs.
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Sakura had insisted on taking a shower first. Beside the obvious reason why, Sasuke suspects that his wife holds a keenness to shed her dress and heels.
Sasuke lies upon the bed of the penthouse Sakura stays at. The sounds of the shower turning on are heard from the en suite. Sasuke groans and allows for only nine seconds to pass before he stands up, and walks towards the bathroom to join his wife.
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Sakura straddles him, and she looks so very nervous while doing so. The little wobble as she presses both hands against his bare chest, the unnecessary need to check and recheck – what exactly is she looking for? And the unwillingness to meet his gaze.
Sasuke speaks, “Sakura, are you okay?”
With a strained expression, Sakura's peers up to him, “I don't think you understand what this will all entail”.
Sasuke replies, “what has brought this about? You were so eager before”.
Then, Sakura begins to laugh, “Sasuke-kun, do you have any idea how messy this will be!”
Sasuke leans up, Sakura falls back further down onto his lap. He presses his lips against Sakura's in a bruising kiss. Sasuke pulls away a little breathless, she too is in a similar state.
Sasuke tells Sakura to stop caring, cause he sure as hell doesn't. She hums and places a small peck upon his cheek. Sasuke moves up on the bed and Sakura lifts herself to allow him to do so. Upon this action however, a slight smear of blood appears upon Sasuke's thigh.
The word mortification does not do justice the expression that washes over Sakura's face.
But before the inevitable string of broken words followed by some poorly executed exit strategy to leave the situation can be put in place, Sasuke grabs Sakura's upper arm and drags her so that her form lies on top of his. He speaks before she gets the chance, whispering into her ear, “I don't care, you shouldn't either”.
Sakura moves away, and blinks twice in rapid succession.
Sasuke exhales and drags his wife's head closer to his. He begins to pepper kisses along the column of her neck.
Sakura lets a near inaudible moan escape. She shivers slightly as Sasuke's kisses begin to trail along to her collarbone. She lightly interweaves her fingers in through his hair, and breathes out his name as she moves to shift their position. Sakura pushes herself lower, and Sasuke's affections across her skin stop when his wife's face moves to hover only mere centimetres above his.
Sakura smiles before she presses her lips tenderly against waiting mouth. And every successive kiss after that, it grows that little more desperate. A desire for their bodies to push closer increases. A feeling so intimate, and only between them, begins to flourish once more.
Moving her hand lower, Sakura trails her palm along the plane of her husband's abdomen until she reaches the apex of his hip. Then, using two of her fingers, she walks the digits down lower. She stop when she reaches his cock, Sakura grasps his member firmly, and gives a lazy stroke.
Sasuke breaks their kiss and chuckles that she needs to try harder than then. Sakura's smiles is coyly in return. She states that he needn't be so fussy, and follows that with another two stroke. With a grip far tighter than before, Sasuke hisses in satisfaction, the smirk on his face does not diminish. His lips curl just that bit more – almost cunningly.
The blood pumps rapidly throughout Sasuke's system as Sakura pleasures with her hand at a pace that brings forth such anticipation. Smirk with no intention to leave, his eyes flutter close the faster his wife strokes him. They snap open the instant Sasuke can feel a certain level his wife need not exceed draw near – that is, should they desire for a more shared conclusion to their intimacy (and when has he not?)
“Sakura,” he breathes, a little puffed though he attempts to hide it, “your turn”.
Attempting to snake his hand down lower along his wife, Sasuke's attempt is halted as Sakura grabs his wrist and tells him of no need.
“What?” begins Sasuke, confused somewhat.
Sakura fills in the blanks, “trust me, in one way or another, I'm ready”.
Funnily enough, his wife's lack of explanation on the matter tells Sasuke all he needs to know.
Pinned down by the one person Sasuke holds no qualms over being pinned down by, he watches intently as Sakura moves herself to position over his arousal. She drops lower, Sasuke's length enters with just the tip – a deep groan is enticed out through the budding pleasure.
Sakura slides down without the effort Sasuke initially thought he'd need – perhaps she had been right; one way or another, she was ready.
“Sasuke-kun,” Sakura breathes out, “oh god, this feels…”
“I know,” Sasuke rasps out. He grasps her bottom with his one hand and urges for his lover to begin moving.
She does; moving up, and back down. Sasuke shivers and grins, grasping his wife more firmly, his toes begin to curl as Sakura moves along his girth with three slow bounces.
Being inside Sakura like this, with the most intimate of links, it feels different this time. But no worse than usual; still that twinge within the core of his stomach begins to thrum, and beat, and churn, with a sensation that causes his inhibition to falter, and his voice to rise in its volume with every gasp and moan of his wife's name that falls from his lips.
Sakura bounces upon his lap, and whispers her sweet nothings; her euphoria filled thoughts. She increases her pace to a level where Sasuke no longer feels the energy flow to his fingers is enough to remain grasping at his wife's bottom. Instead, he clutches haphazardly at the bedsheets. And tosses his head periodically. And disregards completely the fact that his vision begins to dot.
“Sakura,” he gasps, “I'm close, I–”
“I'm almost there,” Sakura cries out, “almost, I'm almost...–”
Sasuke bites his bottom lip, and focuses all his concentration onto hindering his imminent unravelling. But he cannot, and stills with an arched back as he groans deep, and low, whilst descending from his high. And though the desired delirium is bitter for the first second, Sakura cries out on top of him the moment after he has reached his peak. Sakura rides him unhinged until they are both satiated, complete – his wife moves off him thereafter and collapses by his side.
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“oh...no”.
Sasuke stirs from his sleep to find his wife; wide-eyed by his side. Sakura has lifted the covers partially, and peers down towards what is currently obstructed from Sasuke's view.
With a morning grumble, Sasuke asks, “Sakura, what is it?”
Sakura quickly pulls the blanket down. “Don't look under the covers,” she blurts out.
It is too early in the morning, and any true ability to properly process the most basic thoughts have, apparently, not returned to Sasuke. He mutters out another, “what?”
Sakura slowly shakes her head, and repeats with a clear cut voice, “don't look under the covers”.
Finally, something ticks – but he doesn't care. With a quick grumble, Sasuke lifts the sheet himself to get a look at what Sakura so urgently wants him not to see.
She lightly pushes his shoulder, “what did I just say!”
Sasuke puts the cover back down, shrugs, and goes back to sleep.