SYWBL: The Final Scene

This is the mature scene meant to be at the end of SYWBL. I was going to add it there, but I decided to make it its own, so that those who don't want to can have a happy sappy ending without the sex. I, of course, want the sex.

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"Someday You Will be Loved: PWP"

Their kiss developed heat, and she felt him lead her backwards. She put her arm out, stopping them from entering the hall. Her nerves were starting to kick in. It wasn’t sex; she wasn’t a virgin and she knew that, well, even if they hadn’t been dating or anything like that, over a decade of knowing each other definitely counted.

It was, well, Sasuke.

He pulled away, his hand slowly moving down her arm to intertwine with her own, the one currently barring them from moving toward the bedroom. He pulled it to him, pressing a soft kiss into the inside of wrist, where her pulse fluttered.

“What is it, Sakura?” His voice was husky, and she could tell that, while he had been reluctant to broach the subject earlier, now that everything was out in the open he was more than ready to proceed apace.

“I—make sure you’re sure, Sasuke.”

He stilled, his eyes locking with hers. “I’m sure, Sakura.”

He grabbed her around the waist, slowly marching her backwards to the bedroom. He flicked on the tiny lamp, once again, just like he had done the night all of this started. The feeling of déjà vu was enormous.

He stepped up to her, his hand lingeringly tracing her collarbone, going up over her shoulder, down the pale skin at the nape of her neck. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she shivered.

“Sasuke?” she asked, weakly. He was too close, already. The effect he was having on her was just too much.

“Shh,” he whispered, as his hands floated down her back to her waist, pulling her shirt up slowly. She lifted her arms, letting him remove it. She heard him suck in a breath, and twisted around quickly, getting to see his head dip down to the nape of neck.

Was he sniffing her?

He was.

A strangled sound was stopped in his throat, although she clearly heard its beginning. She felt fabric slide against her bare back, and then his shirt flew past her legs to the floor. There was a soft clinking noise—his holster. His arms wrapped around her middle, caressing her stomach, and she felt his bare chest against her back.

Her breath was gone. She just knew she couldn’t breathe.

His fingers curled under the tight fabric of her pants, and she felt the slow drag of his fingertips down her legs as he pulled them to the floor, and she stepped out of them. She was naked, except for a small pair of underwear—oh, thank god for the primping earlier—and she felt his fingers curl around the straps on each side.

Then, they were gone.

Now I remember why sex with a shinobi is so great, she thought. Power. Strength.

His left hand trailed the curve of her hip, cupping her left cheek and squeezing. She felt the other dip lower on her abdomen, pulling her back to him, and she felt a wet tongue trace the dip in her back. Too slow, she thought, but she wasn’t going to speed him up at this point. She was enjoying it too much.

Her head tilted back as his hand moved from her abdomen downward, barely brushing her pubic hair. He threaded his fingers through it, gently pulling, just enough to be pleasurable instead of painful.

His other hand left her ass, curving underneath her body and slowly, oh so slowly, coming up between her legs and tracing her opening. Her knees wobbled, and she almost fell, but his arm tightened around her waist, at the same time a finger found her clitoris and pressed, hard.

She moaned, loudly, and her hips bucked. Where his face was pressed against her side, she felt him smirk.

“This isn’t exactly—fair, Sasuke,” she said, breathlessly.

Her statement was followed by one of the sexiest sounds she had ever heard: Sasuke’s deep chuckle.

She felt his hands abandon her body, and her hips tried to follow, but he pushed her steady and chuckled again. He stood; there was a swish as his pants were quickly loosened and thrown to the floor. His arms wrapped around her and she was gently taken to the bed, turned, and laid down.

His mouth met hers, his hands roving from her shoulders to her breasts and lower, lower, and she felt one long, thin finger spread her open. He circled her clitoris once, twice, three times before going further. His finger plunged into her, and she shrieked.

He smiled against her mouth as his finger began pumping in and out of her, her hips moving in time with his hand. She abandoned the tight, bruising hold she had on his shoulders, her hands tracing down his sides—remember that spot, girl—she thought as she heard his breath hitch. It took some maneuvering, but they weren’t ninja for nothing, and she finally grasped his hard erection, the liquid seeping from the opening spreading stickily on her hipbone.

He groaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping his throat, and their eyes locked.
Her walls were tightening, and she was rapidly moving her hand around his erection, hoping to excite him as much as he was her, but he removed his hand to swat hers away from him.

He settled between her legs—oh, yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for since I knew what it was—and he kissed her, passionately.

“Do you trust me, Sakura?” he breathed against her mouth. She looked into his eyes, red now from the emotions coursing through him, and nodded. “Good.”

His hands gripped her ribcage tightly, almost painfully, and his eyes drew hers. Slowly, the tomoe began to spin, and there was a fleeting moment of terror, then he smiled.

Suddenly, she was there but not, in her body and somewhere else at the same time. She felt his erection slipping between her folds, being covered in her own fluid, and she felt his torturously slow entry into her body, but her mind was somewhere else.

She couldn’t move.

He pulled one of her legs up flush with his side, giving her hips a tilt that allowed him to go deep in her, and finally he moved.

Physically, her body was singing. It had been so long, and he damn well knew he was good at this, and his slow, hard thrusts were quickly taking her to orgasm. Mentally, though, they were in the same position but the sensation was exquisite, twice what she was feeling. Every nerve ending was pulsing with the feeling coming from her core.

She shuddered, moaning, and breathily asked, “Tsukiyomi?”

She saw his nod and the quick smirk before his head dipped to her ear. There was a long, slow lick of the shell before she heard him say, huskily, “It can be used for many things.”

He thrust again, harder this time, and she squeaked.

“Pain, pleasure, they are equal but opposite reactions in the nervous system.” His hands drifted down to her hips and held her still as he began thrusting faster and harder, slamming into her cervix every time. His pubic bone rubbed against her clitoris each time, and it was too much.

The nerves at the base of her body, deep in her stomach, exploded.

An electric sensation sped outward through her body, increasing in strength exponentially as it traveled. Her body went stiff under him, one of his arms snaking beneath her to hold her body close to his. He was still thrusting, although his pace had slowed, continuing through the quivering contractions of her womb, and she had never felt anything like it before.

She must have said that aloud, she thought. She heard him chuckle above her. He had her gaze once again trapped with his own, and amazingly, she felt another orgasm coming on quick, much too quick.

She still couldn’t move her body, and her hands were, uselessly, up near her head, she could see them.

“Sasuke, what—”

He thrust, hard. “I’m going to make sure you remember this.”

His paced picked up as the tomoe began to spin even faster, and he was hitting something inside her that was driving her crazy. It was too much, way too much, but part of her was screaming faster, harder, let me feel you. Yet again, she must have been voicing her thoughts, because he sped up, reaching a bruising pace as his arms tightened around her body.

He sweating now, she could feel it rolling down his body and dripping to mingle with her own, and he was thrusting, hard, and panting, harder, and she felt it again. It was building low in her body, and he wasn’t smiling, even smirking any longer. The tomoe were spinning unbelievably fast and something popped inside of her.

Her eyes closed this time as he released the Tsukiyomi’s hold over her, and white light burst behind her eyelids at the same time her womb quivered and tightened. She heard a strangled groan above her, “God, Sakura, you’re almost too fucking tight.”

She tightened further as the waves crashed throughout her body, and the pulsing of her womb was his undoing. She felt his hips still as he thrust hard into her body and froze. He groaned, loud, above her as he filled her womb.

He was panting as he collapsed on her, and her arms barely had the strength to grip his arms. He kissed the side of her neck before rolling off of her, landing on his side and pulling her toward him.

“What the hell was that, Sasuke?” she panted.

He smirked at her, pushing some of the tiny pink hairs near her ear back out of her face. They just blew back onto her check with his next breath. His arm tightened over her stomach, pulling her close, and her kissed her once more.

"Sex."

"Bullshit." He chuckled.

“That was the beginning.” There was a deep dark amusement in his voice, and she just knew she didn’t want to know what he meant.

She would surely find out later, anyway.

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And that is the official ending of SYWBL.