The longing to be near you

Disclaimer: I do not own the anime Naruto, nor any
of the characters from it. I do not make any money
from the writing of this story.

Song fic warning!
A/n: this is my first song fic AND my first one
shot so let me know what you guys think.
And…if your going flame,... well at least try to make
me laugh.

Anyways I don’t own Sasuke and I don’t own Sakura,

But I have Sasuke chained to my toilet.
The song is aLSO not mine.
'You do what you have to do' by Sarah McLaughlin

Also if you guys like this would you please let me know, I'm
thinking of doing a series of unrelated one-shots.
Not all of the will be like this one.
I'm also having a bit of writers block when it
comes to 'SITS' so I am doing these one shots to
distract myself really

Sakura X Sasuke
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What ravages of spirit
Conjured this impetuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of love
That fate has lead you through
You do what you have to do
Fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do...


There is a time of day in the summer when the
dying rays of the sun throw their last light over
the edge of the hill. The birds fly home to
their roosts, filling the air with the soft rushing
sound of wings. The cicadas will sing throughout
the night, a silent testament to the sultry
weather. You lay there, your chest raising and
falling as your body lays there in shadows. Your face, the
only thing illuminated by the fading light that
still filters in the steadily silent clearing.
Just minutes before, the atmosphere had been filled with the sounds
of grunts and smashing; but that was all gone now.
We lay there bathing our skin with air, hating but
appreciating the feel of sweat clinging to our
clothes and drying of our hair. You hate it and it’s
the one thing you would give up if you could, but
it has always been a testament to accomplishment.
You sweat when you’re the most alive, and there is
nothing that is better then fighting.

I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
Every moment marked
With apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving on
Trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do


We will say our goodbyes and I will drag my tired body
home, hoping to fill the empty aches of my body
with ramen and a pint of ice cream. And yet the
thought just keeps circling in my head, you don’t
know me. We sit together and talk together we have
spent the last years of our lives seemingly living
in each other’s pockets. But you don’t know me and
it has come to my realization that It’s the way you
want it. I’m less a fool now then I ever
was, for even fools have to grow smarter
eventually.


One of the desires of my body is fulfilled. I
slowly leave a trail of clothes down the hall, as I
tiredly head toward a welcoming shower. I lift my
face toward the stream of heat and let it wash
away the feel of your hands. The warm smooth
calluses there for a second and gone too soon. The
memory of your face mere inches from mine is
enough to heat my insides. My hand slowly
drifts down to that place that aches to be touched
by you. In my mind you're there, and the cascade of
water is your tongue, the heat is the feel of your
sweat rubbing against every part of me. Our bodies
are both hard with time and training, neither
welcoming to the other but they glide together
just the same. The soft feeling of lips competing
with the feeling of rough porcelain skin, rubbing
against fresh and old scars. Bruised flesh
meeting bruised flesh.

But I have the sense to recognize
That I don't know how
To let you go
I don't know how
To let you go

At first I hadn’t understood what could drive your
passion so desperately to fight, I did not want to know,
the thought at first had sickened me…. But as of now,
now…now I know. Scars can be the most sensitive
part of your body. There is nothing more
pleasing then to feel your fingers trail along
them. Your lips fasten onto my collar bone, as your
fingers caress the scar that runs from my navel to
my pubic bone. At first they are gentle but then
without warning they pull and pinch as they graze my flesh.
I will throw my head back and gasp.
I lift my legs around your waist thinking that I
might be able to hold you there forever. I don’t let myself
think I am strong enough to keep you where you
don’t wish to be, but I am enough of a fool to
want to try.


Your hard lips lift to mine as my fingers run
through your hair, they seek through the dark
locks pulling and massaging, and as I feel those long
slender fingers drift lower to where I want them
to be I pull hard at your tender scalp. Had you
been someone else you would have yelped,
laughed, and say my name in that 'Sing Song' way.
That isn’t what I want, I want that dark
brooding look and the narrowing of your eyes as
you calculate a way to make me pay for my sins. My back
arches as I push my pelvis hard into your hand as
I again throw my head back and cry out. My body
seems to swallow your fingers as you insert one
and then two of them at the same time, scissoring
them apart to stretch me. Then reaching up you
feel that rough patch just beneath my mons pubis
that makes my world come apart. You grind your
flesh, bruises, and scars against my own and
there is nothing better in the world. As I hold
your head back not allowing you to kiss me, but to
watch me as I am pleasured by you. The look on
your face is fierce and I recognize that look on
your face. I have seen you wear it too many times
not to know it when I see it. It tells you this
is just one more battle, A battle for dominance
over my lust. A battle to make me feel things I
can feel with no one else, you
want no one else to hurt me as good as you can.
When I am in pain it should be you I think of.
To think of anyone else would be impossible now, a
testament to my soul. You have on every part of my
being, I can see that look; and it will make me
smile.


You will grow impatient with my behavior and
you will try to punish me. It will be fine
for I don't mind, I long for you to love me
enough to want you to hurt me this way, to show me
so much passion. Your body will enter mine and my
body will welcome the sweet relief from the
anxiousness, from the longing, I long for it every
time I come close to you. I will smile and hold
you closer, as you attempt to widen the
distance between us. It will not do you any good,
for I have a hold of you now. You can not
escape me no matter how hard you try. My muscles
and body tempt you to give in to the sweetness of
the expression. To surrender to the mindless art
of passion, need, and over all the deceit of the
heart that prevails over me every time. Where does
the good part of me go when our muscles ache
together? How can such a modest part of your body
manage to fill such a large void in me when I feel
you there?


A glowing ember
Burning hot
Burning slow
Deep within I'm shaken by the violence
Of existing for only you


You’ll be strong as you hold me against the
wall, with my hands in your hair and our hips
meeting. Forcing me to brace my legs against the
wall of the tiny shower as you brace yourself and
drive into me at a new angle. Your hands braced on
either side of my head never touching…beyond
stroking, for you know to touch me now is to
shatter me. You deny me everything just like you
deny yourself, I take power in the knowledge that I
am one of the few people to force you to give in,
to make you want me. You want to give me
everything you give yourself which is nothing. I
force my weight on you, making you work hard to
hold me there against that wall away from you.

Hoping to make you lose to the effort and grab me
when I know you don’t want too. Like I said "It’s a
battle and I might be losing the war but I will
win this battle". Your body will drive into me
faster and yet you still wont give up the fight.
You wage against me so I clench my muscles around
you as I cry and moan to tempt your soul to release
your beast. There is nothing that drives a beast
to passion more then the moans and thrashing of a
wounded and dying animal. I want to bleed to tempt
you, I want to cry and scream to force the hunger
inside of you. To wet your mouth with the anguish of
sinking your teeth into my skin.

I’ll feel the small death come crashing upon me
and I'll grip you even tighter in attempt to pull
your hair out by the roots. I'll give my final
death cry as I pant and rage at you. You’ll be
silent, your always silent when your passionate.
I want to make you scream so I grip you one
last time with all my remaining strength and I
hold victory over you as you fill me with
everything your forced to give me. And all the
while your dark eyes will never leave my face as
they proclaim their own victory over me. Then I
come to terms with that fact that he had won…. He
always wins.

I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
And I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go


I come around, waking to the gentle drumming of the
shower, the water starting to cool. My hand lies
relaxed now between my legs. As I huddle in the
corner of the shower the tears blending
indistinguishable from the rest of my life.

And in that moment I realize that in love,
revenge, and life… there are no winners...


I don’t know how to let you go…

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It seems there was quite a bit of confusion
about who exactly the characters are....It's Sakura
and Sasuke of course. I decided for my first one
shot I'd go with the 'old tried and true'.
I've decided to do more one shots and just add them
on as chapters,
some will be hentai and some song fics, but I
plan on duing some yuri and yaoi;
so look forward to that too.