When Cherry Blossoms Fall

I do not own Naruto, any of it's characters used in these stories. I do not make any money off of these works

 

The day that the world ended and started again was like so many others. The spring breeze wafting over the Leaf carried the scent of blossoms and coming rain. Sakura was patrolling the edges of the village when powerful chakra washed over her.

She had shouted for her team to fetch replacement and prepared to face off against some new dire enemy. Who would be fool enough to attack the village now that Naruto was Hokage?

But an attack had not come.

Rather the shock of her life.

For Sasuke had stepped into the dappled sunlight and met her eyes with dark ones of his own.

“Sa...suke” she whispered and her lips had tightened to a thin line. “What are you doing here?”

He’d spread those pale hands before him, “Just to come home”

She’d flown at him, fist fully charged with chakra. He’d not dodged, taking the blow head on. Staggering and then flying to land heavily against a tree.

His former teammate standing there shivering with rage and disbelief.  Ready to destroy him where he stood until Naruto arrived. A warm hand falling to her shoulder as the Uchiha slowly gained his feet.

“I deserved that” Sasuke had said then, “But it’s the only free shot that any of you get.”

Weeks had passed.

Naruto smoothing the way for Sasuke to return freely. Sakura waited for him to attack the village.

Months passed and Sasuke was allowed to join missions with Sakura and Kakashi. Sakura waited for him to leave.

Nearly two years passed and Sasuke was fully integrated into the village. Welcomed. Sakura waited still. For that proverbial other shoe to drop.

“She hates me” Sasuke told Naruto one day as they finished sparring. His dark eyes moving to where the rose haired woman stood in the treetops out of ear shot.

Naruto let his blue eyes slide to his best female friend in all the world. “Hate? No. That’s not it” he murmured.

Sasuke blinked, “What then?”

“She doesn’t trust you.”

Sasuke grunted.

“You haven’t given her a reason to want to get close to you again. Look what happened last time.”

Sasuke considered that. “I had something to do.”

Naruto nodded, “I know. She knows too. But it doesn’t lessen the hurt any.”

“Why is she alone?” Sasuke found himself asking. ‘She’s powerful, smart, and beautiful.’

“Broken. Your fault.”

The Uchiha started at that. “Broken...”

“You know what they say” Naruto went on, that fox like grin lighting on his golden features, “You break it, you fix it.”

“But you...”

“Am proposing to Hinata tonight.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

Sasuke watched his Hokage and friend walk away.

 So Sakura was broken and it was up to him to fix her? Well, he thought to himself that was a challenge well worth taking.

He closed his eyes for a moment, plotting his course of action carefully and then rose himself to wander home.

Sakura had just completed a grueling shift at the hospital. She was hungry and tired and sore. It was late and she just wanted to go home, but she’d forgotten to go shopping and there was nothing appealing to eat in her cabinets.

“Oh well” she sighed, “I can do that tomorrow. Guess its Ichiraku’s tonight.” She lifted her arms over her head to stretch the stiff soreness from her muscles.

That’s when his chakra rolled over her.

She froze, “Hello Sasuke” she said coolly as his handsome features came into view.

“Sakura” he said in greeting.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission.”

“Got back earlier.”

Her green eyes roved over him from head to toe despite herself. “You injured?”

He cocked his head to one side and stared at her blandly. The unspoken question of whom or what could do him much injury hanging between them.

“So” she went on, lowering her arms, “What are you doing at the hospital?”

“Came to see you” he said bluntly.

He had intended his words to catch her off guard and her expression clearly told him he had succeeded.

“Me?”

He nodded, “Naruto mentioned you were working late tonight. Figured you might be hungry.”

Sakura blinked and then stiffened, “Wait. What?”

Sasuke leaned just a hint closer to her pretty face, “Dinner. Sakura.” He reminded her, “I want to buy you dinner. I have something I’d like to talk to you about if you will hear me out.”

Sakura inwardly flinched at his tone. He’d done nothing to warrant her hostility and then avoidance. She stared at her feet as she pondered his request. She suspected he was going to confront her. Naruto trusted him, Sasuke had done everything in his power to make up for the hurt and worry he’d caused them.

Sakura was honest enough with herself to know that she’d not given him much of a chance. When she raised her green eyes to lock with deepest gray she saw him patiently waiting. She nodded, “Ok. Sure. “

He nodded turning and letting her catch up with him as they walked the quiet nighttime streets. She noticed as they walked he did nothing to put distance between them and she refused to give an inch. So his hand brushed against hers several times.

Sakura tried to ignore the breathless feeling that took hold in her chest from his nearness. She could pretend all she wanted but Sasuke still held a deeply rooted place in her heart.

“Are you angry with me?” he asked then.

She yanked herself out of her reverie and looked over at him; “No” she finally said sounding defeated by the admission, “I’m not angry with you.”

“Why do you avoid me then?”

She shrugged, “Figured you and Naruto had issues to talk and work out between yourselves.”

“Lame excuse Sakura” he said as they arrived at the ramen stand, he motioned her in first.

“It’s not” she defended.

“In the beginning maybe that was true. But Sakura I have been back for a while now.”

She bit her lip, looking to the side. She blinked in surprise when she heard his smooth voice order for them both.

“Two orders of super deluxe pork ramen”.

He met her eyes and shrugged, “It’s what you always get” he pointed out, “Did you want something different?”

She shook her head, reaching for the glass of water Ayumi had set in front of her. What else had he noticed since he’d been back?

“Naruto mentioned putting us together on more missions” Sasuke told her, “I just want to make sure that you are comfortable with the idea.”

She flushed, “I am a professional Sasuke” she reminded him tartly.

He sighed, “I know that you would always carry out your missions to the letter Sakura. I meant I wanted you to be comfortable with me. Like...”

“Like before?” she asked baldly. She almost hated that bite that crept into her voice.

She stared into her water glass, feeling like a fool. ‘Let go Sakura, you are so much better than this.’

Sasuke eyed her for a long minute. Taking in the tense line of her shoulders, her down cast eyes. She’d not meant that outburst. Hurt bubbled under the perfect control she presented.

Sasuke took a calculated risk; he reached out and touched his fingers to her cheek. The porcelain smoothness of that delicate curve. He’d wanted to touch her for a long time.

Sakura’s eyes rolled to the side, meeting his as he caught her chin on his fingertips and gently turned her face back to him. “Not like before” he said softly, “We are not the same people.”

There was moisture in her eyes and he watched as it welled at her lash line. His thumb gently brushed it away. “I would hope that there are no tears between us in the future. That’s annoying.”

Sakura gasped and a little bubble of laughter welled up in her chest. His smirk told her he hadn’t meant the last of it. She pulled from his grip and pressed her fingers to her eyes, “Sorry. I must be more tired than I thought. You are right Sasuke. We aren’t the same people and it was wrong of me to judge you by the desperate actions of a boy.”

The ramen was placed before them and they ate slowly, talking softly between. Casual talk, both ready to bury the past and move onward.

When the meal was finished, Sasuke offered to walk her home and she allowed it. When they arrived in front of her house she thanked him for dinner and the talk and he shrugged waiting until her key turned in the lock and then he was gone.

In the next few weeks they made an effort to spend more time together. Sparring, eating, patrolling. Learning one another again, filling in the missing pieces of years apart. They were surprised and pleased to see that when fighting as a team they were still mostly fluid and synched.

That would make missions easier.

Sasuke had also discovered something else, quite by accident. Sakura was aroused by him.

He’d shoved her against a tree in response to one of her attack and pressed his weight against her fully. He’d seen those pupils grow large, felt her pulse leap beneath his fingers. Scented that sweet, musk rising from her flesh.

He’d stepped away, small smirk playing on his features.

They had finished sparring when Ino and Hinata came to collect Sakura. It was hen night. Sakura had clearly forgotten.

Sasuke pulled his loose fitting shift back over his bare shoulders as they came giggling into sight.

Sakura groaned softly, “Oh the hangover I will have” she predicted, “What are the odds of being able to bow out gracefully?”

Sasuke was facing her and cupping her cheek he leaned forward, “If you need help later let me know.” She felt his chakra move over her cheek and down her throat into her shirt where a solid object lodged itself.

A summoning messenger. Clever man. “Thanks”

He leaned forward then and pressed his mouth softly to the corner of hers. Her eyes snapping wide at the familiar touch.  As though he had done such a thing a thousand times before.

Sasuke heard the sharp intake of her breath, felt the heat rise in her cheek, heard the stammering of her heart. She was affected. That was good.

Then his fingers slid away and he was moving from the training grounds.

“What. The Hell. Was that forehead?” Ino demanded, watching the Uchiha go.

Sakura looked over her shoulder at the wide retreating back. The corner of her mouth fairly sizzled and she fought the urge to touch her tongue to that small place. Half of her wanted to go after him and smack the crap out of him. The other half wanted to go and demand he kiss her properly.

“Don’t know” she murmured honestly.

Hours and several bottles of sake later Sakura wanted to go home. Ino and Hinata wouldn’t hear of it. TenTen was gaily laughing over some amusing story Temari was relating. Sakura was hardly paying attention. Something about Gaara getting peeped at the hot springs and the resulting mortification of the shy Kazekage.

“So all the girls in Suna have been whispering about it” Temari finished.

“Poor Gaara” Ino wheezed through her laughter.

Sakura hadn’t had nearly enough Sake. She finished her small cup and rose to her feet.

“Where ya goin forehead?” Ino sang out fuzzily.

“I have to pee Pig” Sakura responded.

Once in the bathroom, Sakura had pulled out the tiny scroll Sasuke had tucked in her clothing earlier. “Awfully tiny for a summoning.” She mused, unrolling it. She bit her thumb and pressed her hand to it. She blinked as the smoke cleared. Nothing had happened.

“My luck” she mused, tucking it back in place and took care of business.

As she made her way back to the table Genma called out to her, “Hey Sakura! Gonna make all my dreams come true tonight?”

“Doubtful” came a deadpan voice. Sakura blinked, looking over to see Sasuke less than a foot away. “She might be busy.”

Kakashi chose that moment to peer from behind his book and Genma’s form. He grunted and went back to his reading. He had no reason to beat the shit out of Genma after all tonight.

“Sasuke?” Sakura asked, her slightly Sake numbed mind trying to reconcile his appearance. Then it clicked. It wasn’t a summoning scroll. It was an alert scroll.

He looked her over deeming her not intoxicated. “Hate to break up the party ladies” he said, “But I have need of a certain pink haired medic.”

Ino squinted her eyes suspiciously. “Why that one?” she blurted out.

Sasuke met her gaze, letting the red of his sharingan bleed through. “She has some expertise with Sharingan.”

Sakura sobered up at once. “Let’s get you someplace quiet so I can take a look” she said. Catching his arm and all but dragging him from the small bar.

Once outside she took a deep, cleansing breath. “For real?” she asked.

He shrugged, “No. You can look at them if you want but I don’t need any care. You sent the alert.”

She nodded, “Yeah. Let’s just go.”

Sasuke’s amused grunt reached her ears as his arm wrapped around her and suddenly they were at her door. She stumbled a bit from the dizziness as he set her down. He steadied her.

“Handy jutsu there” she commented as she turned to unlock the door.

Sasuke stood in the dappled moonlight on her stoop and she turned back around to him as she pushed the door open. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Felt like it”. It was honest at least.

“Oh. And now?”

“What?”

“Nothing”

“Sakura” he chided gently, “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“No” she said matter-of-factly. Had she not been watching she might have missed the small look of confusion and disappointment that flashed in those depths.

“Not if you are going to half ass it like you did last time” she amended as she walked though her door.

She barely had time to register his movement and then she was pressed to the wall, the door clicked shut and Sasuke was on her. His nose brushing against her jaw. One arm at her waist, the other hand splayed on the wood beside her face.

“Half ass?” he mused.

She swallowed hard, “I hate half efforts” she breathed.

She saw a flash of white teeth a moment before his mouth was moving over hers. No halfhearted touches. A velvet domination of her mouth. His lips pressed against hers, and the hand moved from the wall to gently squeeze her throat. Fingertips teasing against the rapid pulse there. His thumb stroked in dizzying circles there.

Sakura gasped and Sasuke’s tongue was there. Slipping between her lips and past her teeth. Tapping, flickering like the flames him clan had commanded for so long. Scorching her with the hunger of his actions.

Sasuke broke the kiss, hearing Sakura suck in ragged breaths. His mouth fell to her throat, forcing her head back against the wall. His lips like pale silk were hot against her flesh, his breath swirling against the wet trails left by his tongue.

Sakura hah buried her hands in the wealth of his hair, dragging him back to her. She attacked his mouth with a needful ferocity that damn near made his knees buckle.

“Sakura” he panted against her mouth, eyes tightly shut.

“I…I need” she panted back.

He dragged her hard against his body, moving them into the dark living room. His sharingan seeing obstacles and at last they hit the plush sofa.

 Sakura went down easily beneath him, her body heated, lush. The room was silent except for harsh breathing, the wet sounds of kisses, and the small soft moans that he wrung from her.

Hands, like weaving vines touched everywhere. Sakura’s nails scraped at the nape of his neck, even has his hands were pulling the zipper between her heavy breasts.

Her leg curled over his hip and locked him to her. Pelvis to pelvis he ground against her.

Sasuke was harder than the steel of his blades.

When her shirt was open to him, Sasuke cupped her breasts, fingers teasing over puckering areolas. He dipped his dark head, dragged his tongue over one, and blew cool air against it. He watched the pink pebble of her nipple tighten and strain towards him. He pressed it down, watched it spring back and then caught it between his teeth.

Sakura was tearing at his pants, undoing clasps and snaps, her small hand sliding against the hard muscles of his stomach. Fingertips playing in the thin dark hair that ran from his navel to his sex. When the back of her hand brushed against his heavy length, he groaned.

Sakura grasped him, stroking him, feeling the hint of wetness touch her palm.

She was intoxicated by him. Her green eyes hazy and heavy lidded.

Sasuke felt her pull her hand free of him, watched her lift that palm to her face and when her pink tongue lapped at his essence on her skin, he growled and leaned back.

His strong hands pulled her skirt and shorts free from her body, exposing her to his eyes. His blunt nails raked over her thighs making her whimper and then he shoved her thighs apart. Fingers finding slick honeyed wetness and when he pressed hard against her pearl she cried out.

Her body arched and bowed up, she tossed him back to the floor. Clumsy as the action was he admitted it was effective. Sakura was on him now, straddling him. Fingers tearing at his pants, working them down enough to free his erection.

She blew across the purple tip, so hard it looked painful and swirled her tongue against him.

Sasuke groaned as she slowly licked him, lowering her mouth onto him. She moaned around his length as he stroked her hair and then she felt him grasp her ankle and turn her body.

“You are so wet Sakura.”

She jolted when she felt his tongue slither into her folds. Dancing against her pearl.

She sucked him hard then, making his hips buck up to her mouth and his hands on her pale bottom dragged her core hard against his face.  He ate at her, lapping and stabbing with his nimble tongue. When he pressed the wet muscle into her she sobbed around his length taking him a bit deeper.

Her tongue stabbing against the slit in his head. He groaned against her, thighs trembling in her grasp.

“Mm, Sasuke...”

His own tongue swirled over her pearl and two fingers slammed into her. Her hips rocked mindlessly against him now.

Sakura tightened and shattered. Her mouth coming off him as her head fell back on an incoherent cry of pleasure. Sasuke merely eased his hand over her back into her hair and pressed her back onto him as his knees drew up with his own release.

She let Sasuke force her head back down on him; he had barely hit the back of her throat when hot wetness erupted from him. Sakura nearly choked. She’d never swallowed in her life. The salty fluid spattered across her tongue and tonsils and she convulsively swallowed.

Panting for air, she tried to recover her breath. The back of her throat burned a little and she swallowed again. She shivered as she felt lazy fingers stroking her thighs. She peered between her legs to find Sasuke staring at her, his mouth wet and he was licking his lips.

She blinked when a half a breath later; she was on her knees with him behind her. One pale arm banded around her, making her breasts plump and lay against the muscled forearm. Her head turned towards him and he ravaged her mouth, the taste of sake and combined juices flooding both palates. His hand pressing into her wetness again and then he pressed against her making her rise and he was sliding into her.

Sakura moaned at the sensation and suddenly he stopped.

Her body, not used to having a lover anymore had tensed and he was pushing against her.

“Let me in Sakura” he growled against her ear.

She dug her nails into his hard thighs, “I’m trying.”

“How long has it been?”

“A few years” she whimpered as he stroked her pearl roughly.

Sasuke blinked that long? “Not ever again” he ground out.

He bit her throat and angled his hips, thrusting into her.

She cried out at the rough intrusion, trembling in his arms. Her body rippled along his length and Sasuke began rolling his hips upwards against her. Sakura ground down on him until they found their rhythm. The wet slapping of flesh filled the air, Sakura panting and moaning his name. Sasuke grunting, growling against her shoulder. His fingers pressing her pearl from time to time with his thrusts. She was soaking wet, her body only now adjusting to him and slowly loosening its death grip on him.

He pushed her forward and Sakura caught herself on her palms as he grasped her hips and slammed into her. She let her head drop to peer between her thighs where they were connected. She had always liked to see her lovers take her. His heavy sac was slapping against her ass, and she watched the thick pillar of him vanish into her.

“Like what you see?” he asked her in a raspy voice.

“Ahh. Y..yes.” she whispered. Her and moved back to form a V with her own fingers over his hand that teased her core. Her hand made a tight ring around him and he let his eyes fall closed and his head dropped back as he moved against her.

“You’re so fucking… good” he growled to her and Sakura felt her body tighten at his words and his somewhat rough handling. He pinched her pearl and her body fluttered.

“Oh… Sasuke… I’m gonna...”

“I know…I wanna come inside you Sakura.”

She pressed back harder on him and he pressed hard against her once more, making her body lock up around him and clamp down. Sasuke felt his sac tighten, the heat rushing through his lower back. Her legs and arms gave out and they both tumbled to the floor. He followed her down, hand grasping her forehead to pull her face back as he pressed a kiss to her ear. His hips thrusting her into the soft carpet and he gave a choked cry as he came.

His body tightening around hers, forcing hers to bend with him. His hand shoving her thigh up almost to her chest as he spurted into her body. Sakura lay on the rug, in a daze. Her back pressed tightly to Sasuke’s chest, one of his arms had managed to land between them, helping keeping his full weight off her.

Lower bodies locked together. Pulsing and wet. Sasuke let his upper half fall beside her. His arm, warm and heavy over her waist.

They lay there for long minutes.

Much later they rose, resumed love play in her bed and then her tub. She’d come far too many times tonight she told him quietly as she reclined against him in the hot water. He chuckled against her wet hair. “Is there really such a thing?”

In that night she learned much about the man who had returned. Dominant, gentle, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure for both of them. Sasuke was a lover that could cripple a woman. Hell, she was already sore in a well sexed and supremely satisfied way.

When he carried her back to the bed and curled his body around her, she fell asleep, content in the knowledge that he wasn’t leaving. Not again. Not ever by his choice.

She woke when she felt Sasuke tense and roll over her. His body shielding hers.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded. From over his forearm, Sakura glimpsed Genma crouching on her window frame.

“Yo!” he said cheerfully, “God Sasuke cover up, it’s not your naked ass I want to see.”

Sasuke didn’t move his sharingan wide and spinning.

“Hey now hey, I just came to deliver a message!” Genma quickly explained.

“Go to the damn front door.” Sasuke growled.

Genma grinned, “Tch, touchy Uchiha.” But he leapt down.

Once satisfied that Genma would not see her, Sasuke moved to let Sakura up.

She tucked the sheet around her body as Sasuke pulled on a loose robe from her closet. She giggled when she noted the flying pigs on it. “Very impressive Mr. Uchiha” she snorted.

He looked at the print and sighed, “Fuck my life. Next time Sakura we get undressed upstairs.”

She blinked, “Next time?” she said coyly, “What makes you think there will be one?”

He pressed a heated kiss to her mouth, “Oh there will be more than one. Believe it.” Then he winked and headed downstairs.