Sasusaku lovin'

[sun--flowerseed]

Can you write a SasuSaku "TiMER" AU? (film released in 2009) I really like the idea of a matchmaking timer. Thank you

a/n: I actually love this movie and this concept lol. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Sakura has never been so excited in her life. She’s here. This is it. She’s made it.

Thirteen.

Her grin stretches from ear to ear, pearly white and a little crooked. She curled her pink hair, and her brother helped her get the back of her head. She picked out the prettiest blue dress her and her mother could find at the store. Her mom let her borrow a little bit of lipstick, even if it made her father frown. She feels pretty; she feels older.

Sakura squirms in her seat in the middle of the couch. “This will sting a little,” her mother says, but Sakura doesn’t care. Her mother takes out what looks like a nail gun and aligns it perfectly with her daughter’s left wrist.

“Don’t count down,” Sakura says.

“Alright,” her mother agrees, and before Sakura can get nervous, the outside of her wrist is stinging painfully and her eyes are watering.

“That’s it?” Sakura asks.

“That’s it,” her mother replies.

“How long does it take to turn on?” she asks, staring at the little clock imbedded in her wrist. It’s blue, and small, and there are blinking zeros where a countdown should be. It actually matches her dress, she thinks fondly.

“Mine took a few seconds,” her brother interjects. He flashes his own timer. “If your soulmate has theirs in already, yours should light up soon.”

Like clockwork, Sakura hears a small ‘ping!’ from the device on her wrist. Naruto is right; it only takes a few moments for her timer to light brightly with its countdown.

“So?” her mother asks with a curious smile and lifted brows. “What does it say?”

Sakura stares at the device on her wrist and thinks she must be reading it incorrectly. Her eyebrows knit in confusion and she purses her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick on her teeth.

“Earth to Sakura,” Naruto teases. “Anybody in there?”

“Um,” she stammers, pretty green eyes wide with confusion. “I think it says… a minute and a half.”

Her father blubbers from the corner, the first thing he’s said all night. “What?! That’s not possible. Tsunade, read it.”

Her mother quickly swipes her wrist into her lap, but without a snappy glare toward her father. She examines the device closely, a little too close for comfort, before her own eyes widen. “Dear, she’s right.”

Naruto swats his mother out of the way, and takes Sakura’s wrist in her hand with enough force that she hisses. “What the hell—”

“Language—”

“I have to I wait five years, and Sakura gets hers in 90 seconds?” he snaps with a frown.

“Don’t be like that,” Sakura says with a grimace. “It’s not like I could have done this on purpose.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, and releases her wrist. “Can’t imagine what the bastard will say when he sees this. His hasn’t even lit up, and—”

Naruto freezes.

Jiraiya finally stands, with a deep frown on his face and his brown eyes darker than ever. “That damn Uchiha.”

…

Sasuke is nearly to Naruto’s house when he hears a soft ‘ping!’ come from his pocket. He digs his hands out of his jacket, reaches for his phone, and frowns when he finds no notifications.

With a drawn sigh, he runs his hand through his messy hair. He’s not sure how he got wrapped into celebrating Sakura’s thirteenth birthday, but he’ll do anything Naruto asks him to, though he’d never admit that to him. That includes celebrating his adopted sister’s special day, and he knows as well as anybody else that thirteen is an important year. He seemed to think it was six years ago.

That was, until Sasuke’s timer never lit up. Seven years later, and he goes to bed every night staring at a series of zeros that mean nothing on his wrist, and wakes up to the same zeros that haunt him in his sleep.

Sasuke reaches to knock with a deep frown. He’ll put on a happy face. Just because he’s miserable and soulmate-less, doesn’t mean other people have to be.

That’s when Sasuke sees his wrist.

His eyes widen an impossible amount. He brings the timer as close to his face as possible, and scrutinizes the countdown: fifty-nine seconds, then fifty-eight, then fifty-seven—

“Oh, oh no, oh god,” he nearly yells when realization dawns on him, taking a staggering step back from the door. He nearly falls over nothing.

It never occurs to him that the timer, of course, accounts for his blubbering foolishness. It accounts for him stumbling back down his best friends driveway, only to approach again to see if the timer changes. It accounts for Sasuke finally deciding to knock when it shines ‘00:00:00:30.56.’ It accounts for Naruto answering the door with a disgusted frown on his face. It accounts for Sasuke rushing past him into the kitchen, a cake with Sakura’s name written in pretty pink and the number thirteen on the table likely forgotten. It accounts for him looking frantically around the room, and it accounts for him spotting Sakura on the couch, confused tears in her eyes and hair curled perfectly.

Sasuke is vaguely aware of alarms going off, but all he can see is Sakura looking right through him. His device on his wrist is reading ‘congratulations!’ but Sasuke isn’t sure if this is a celebration anymore.

“Oh, Sasuke,” Tsunade whispers, more empathetic than he feels like he deserves at his moment.

Sakura is swallowing, loudly, and then she starts laughing when instead Sasuke was sure she would cry. Everybody is looking at her now, like she sprouted three heads. It’s nice to have the attention off of him for a moment. When Sakura continues to laugh, Sasuke feels his heart beat a little too fast, and suddenly he wants to hit himself for not noticing what was right in front of him this whole time.

Then Naruto is behind him. Then Naruto is touching his shoulders. Then Naruto’s wrists are around his throat.

“Naruto!” Tsunade shouts.

Jiraiya howls with laughter. “‘Atta boy!”

Sakura springs to her feet, and pushes Naruto off of him with more force than necessary. Sasuke knows this isn’t his fault, he has no control of this situation. He doesn’t decide who his soulmate is; he doesn’t govern the timers. Still, he feels guilty. He feels like he deserves Naruto wringing his neck.

“You bastard!” Naruto yells. “That’s my sister!”

“It’s not his fault, Naruto,” his mother reprimands. Tsunade puts herself between the boys, while Sakura takes an enormous step back. She looks like she’s going to cry, and somehow, Sasuke feels it.

“Wait—” he says, before he can stop himself, but Sakura is turning on her heel.

“I’m going to my room,” she announces, and Sasuke can’t see her face, but he knows she’s crying. And he knows it hurts.

Sasuke isn’t able to stop himself when he follows after her. He hears Naruto call after him, and then Tsunade say, “let him go.” He owes that woman a fruit basket.

Sasuke knows this house as well as he knows his own. He knows the sound of Sakura’s footsteps storming up the whining stars, and the sound of the door slamming shut. He even knows the sound of her crying all too well.

Sasuke doesn’t knock. He doesn’t even think to. He’s at Sakura’s side with two, long strides, and he kneels between her legs while she sits on her bed, head in her hands. He’s sure of Naruto saw them like this, his neck would be in another well-deserved choke hold.

Softly, he says, “hey.”

“Hi,” she chokes out, and moves her hand. Her grassy green eyes are rimmed red, and her cheeks her puffy from crying. She looks so young. She has freckles, and long eyelashes, and pouty lips. She’s only thirteen, and now she’s bound to Sasuke for the rest of her life.

“You’re taking this very well,” he says, and that makes Sakura laugh. His chest tightens with every strained giggle.

“Not as well as you,” she replies, and he smiles. At least she’s teasing him. She reaches out, and touches his face, and he pulls back sharply. When he sees her fingers, they’re wet, and that’s when Sasuke realizes he’s crying too.

He pushes his palms against his eyes a little too harshly. “Sorry,” he mumbles, and if his cheeks aren’t already red from crying, they’re certainly red from embarrassment. “I’m the adult. I shouldn’t be crying.”

“It’s okay,” she says, in the soft and kind way only Sakura can, moody in only the way a teenager can be. Storming away in a fit of anger and tears one moment, and comforting him and caressing his face another.

It’s quiet for a moment before Sakura speaks again. “You are an adult,” she says.

He smiles sadly. “I’m sorry.” He knows almost immediately that this is even more unfair to her than this is to him. He’s known Sakura since she was three, and she walked into Naruto’s kitchen, bony and skinny and a little bruised. He’s watched Sakura grow up. Sakura has met his family, and his little girlfriends, and has seen what he looks like in the morning after sleepovers with her brother.

They are in such different places in their lives. It’s unfair for Sakura to have to have a soulmate seven years her senior. If he thought it was unfair for him to have to wait, it’s even more unfair for her to have someone she can’t grow with. Sasuke has already been through enough to make him a whole person. Sakura’s life hasn’t even begun.

“We’ll figure it out,” he says, finally. He stands, because he is the adult. He has to be strong for her until he knows what else he can be. He offers her his hand, and she takes it. They’ll have to figure it out. They’re soulmates. “Until then, let’s celebrate your birthday. There’s dinner and cake. I even have a present for you,” he says.

“You do?” she asks, and he sees the tears stop. She’s blushing as pink as her hair now.

It’s a dumb gift. It’s a lame gift to give your soulmate. It’s a book he told her about months ago, that he wrote down and remembered and picked up only yesterday. He reaches into his inside jacket pocket and hands it to her, poorly wrapped and offensively tied with a mangled bow.

He lets go of her hand and he motions her to follow him. In the hallway, she asks him, “are we friends?”

Sasuke nods. That’s what they’ll be for now: friends. Sasuke needs a romantic relationship with a thirteen-year-old like he needs a whole in the head, whether or not exceptions are made for soulmates, but he’s already friends with Sakura. He’ll continue to be friends with Sakura. Nothing will change, yet. Perhaps he’ll get to know her more. Maybe she’ll go to more of his hockey games. He’ll go to her school functions, and she’ll tag along when Naruto and him go on excursions. They’ll be friends. At some point, he thinks, he never had a choice in the matter anyway.

[sparklyfaerie]

(we bloom during) Hanami

Summary: He wants her to say it first; he wants her to take the burden from him and put voice to what’s growing between them. It’s the only way, he knows, that he won’t feel like he’s being selfish and pressuring her into anything.

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Romance

Pairings: SasuSaku

He almost thinks she won’t speak again until she stops and begins hesitantly. “Um… Sasuke-kun?”

He pauses, turning to regard her with his full attention. Her free hand is fiddling with the ends of her hair; it’s grown longer now, brushing against the back of her shoulder blades. He finds he likes it long. “What is it?”

She flushes, her eyes flickering up to his face for a moment before skittering away. “What… what is this? Between us?”

Read on: ff.net / ao3

[evansbuckleyy]

so the other night i was with friend cop, and i went to give him a hug goodbye, and he turned off his radio (???) and i asked what was up and he said “last time we hugged your shoulder hit my radio and called dispatch” and i thought he meant like, the 911 dispatcher but NO i accidentally radioed every single other officer on shift and they all heard him say “i love you- oh shit my radio’s on”

[evansbuckleyy]

just gonna add on that there’s a 0% chance the other officers on shift didn’t radio back “omg love you too!!!” or try to figure out who he was talking to and i fell down laughing at this and he sat there with a look on his face that said for the last two days he’d been dealing with a constant “[10 code]” “what’s up” “i love you”

[sasusakusmutweek]

SasuSaku Smut Week Official Prompts

Hello everyone!

The day finally is here: we’re releasing the prompt list for this year’s sasusaku smut week taking place on October 30th to November 5th! I hope you’re all as excited as we are!

Before we dish out the prompts and day themes, however, we’d like to take this moment to remind you all of the rules for this year’s event:

You are not obligated to:

Obey to the day themes. They are merely there to aid you in your inspiration. If you find an idea that doesn’t fit the theme, it’s completely fine to go with it! The themes are there to help, not restrict. :)

Write explicit smut, or any actual smut at all. Should you want to write about everything leading up to them having sex/foreplay off screen, that’s fine too! Just as long as it’s relevant to the event.

Post the day of the prompt. If you are late by a few days, it doesn’t matter! Just as long as it’s still within the week. We’ll reblog when we see it. :) To help us, just be sure to tag it with the proper one!

You do, however, have to:

Tag your submissions with the appropriate tags (ex: sssw16d1, sssw16d2, etc.). At the very least, with the relevant smut week tag (‘sssw16’) in one on the first five tags. This is to help us find your submissions!

You can:

Participate in pretty much any form. Fics, fanarts, edits, caps, headcanons, amvs, playlists, etc. We want you all to have fun!

And finally, we absolutely do not tolerate:

Hate of any kind towards any of the characters or pairings involved, directly or otherwise.

Pretty logical rules, right? 

And finally, now that everything is clear, let’s get to the part you’ve all been waiting for: the prompts!

Day 1: Novelty (Fluff)

Day 2: Risqué (Adventure/Outdoors)

Day 3: One Last Time (Angst)

Day 4: Interrupted (Humor)

Day 5: Primal (Dirty)

Day 6: “You’re safe.” / “I thought I lost you.” (Hurt/Comfort)

Day 7: Behind Closed Doors (Emotional)

We tried to be as open as we could with the prompts to make them compatible with the different types of submissions you could all want to make, though we are aware that some may be more difficult for those who participate in other forms than art or fanfics. Still, these were the best we could come up with, and we all hope you find them enjoyable and inspiring! :)

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to send us an ask!

Happy brainstorming and let us all enjoy a full week of delicious sasusaku smut, yes? ;)

[sasusakufestival]

Check out this great event that on right now! :D

[sasusakusmutweek]

SasuSaku Smut Week Official Prompts

Hello everyone!

The day finally is here: we’re releasing the prompt list for this year’s sasusaku smut week taking place on October 30th to November 5th! I hope you’re all as excited as we are!

Before we dish out the prompts and day themes, however, we’d like to take this moment to remind you all of the rules for this year’s event:

You are not obligated to:

Obey to the day themes. They are merely there to aid you in your inspiration. If you find an idea that doesn’t fit the theme, it’s completely fine to go with it! The themes are there to help, not restrict. :)

Write explicit smut, or any actual smut at all. Should you want to write about everything leading up to them having sex/foreplay off screen, that’s fine too! Just as long as it’s relevant to the event.

Post the day of the prompt. If you are late by a few days, it doesn’t matter! Just as long as it’s still within the week. We’ll reblog when we see it. :) To help us, just be sure to tag it with the proper one!

You do, however, have to:

Tag your submissions with the appropriate tags (ex: sssw16d1, sssw16d2, etc.). At the very least, with the relevant smut week tag (‘sssw16’) in one on the first five tags. This is to help us find your submissions!

You can:

Participate in pretty much any form. Fics, fanarts, edits, caps, headcanons, amvs, playlists, etc. We want you all to have fun!

And finally, we absolutely do not tolerate:

Hate of any kind towards any of the characters or pairings involved, directly or otherwise.

Pretty logical rules, right? 

And finally, now that everything is clear, let’s get to the part you’ve all been waiting for: the prompts!

Day 1: Novelty (Fluff)

Day 2: Risqué (Adventure/Outdoors)

Day 3: One Last Time (Angst)

Day 4: Interrupted (Humor)

Day 5: Primal (Dirty)

Day 6: “You’re safe.” / “I thought I lost you.” (Hurt/Comfort)

Day 7: Behind Closed Doors (Emotional)

We tried to be as open as we could with the prompts to make them compatible with the different types of submissions you could all want to make, though we are aware that some may be more difficult for those who participate in other forms than art or fanfics. Still, these were the best we could come up with, and we all hope you find them enjoyable and inspiring! :)

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid to send us an ask!

Happy brainstorming and let us all enjoy a full week of delicious sasusaku smut, yes? ;)

[starrequiem]

And all that’s best of dark and bright

[moekou]

teenage dreams

[pomforsakura]

Plant your trees and watch them grow

Rating: T (for Kakashi’s potty mouth)

Summary: Kakashi watches his brats mature.

He was too fond of the little brats already. They’d barely even been a full-fledged team for a month, and already he knew he’d die for those runts. It was something about the way they treated each other. The love in their eyes. Especially the pink-haired one. She loved both of her idiot team-mates unconditionally. Kakashi sighed and turned a page in his book. Maybe one day they’d understand her love for them. One as a brother, the other a lover.

. . He really hated the black-haired one right about now. That little shit had taken his heart (and his technique mind you) only to abandon his team and his village. Not only that, but the bratty Uchiha boy had left his favorite student (and no he was not a pervert) on a bench to be taken advantage of. Kakashi groaned in annoyance as he watched his two remaining students practice. Maybe little Sakura would grow out of her infatuation for the traitorous boy. He took a deep breath as he watched her groan in annoyance at something her teammate did. She wouldn’t. He knew the look on her face. She loved him. And the brat didn’t even know it. . . It was official. He was going to kill the last Uchiha, and no one would blame him for it. Except for Sakura. Sakura would blame him. He sighed as she healed his arm. She tried to hide her tears from him, but he could feel them falling onto his arm. This little girl would be the death of him. He reached out to ruffle her hair and smiled softly at her beneath his mask. “He’ll learn. I promise. They always do.” . . He couldn’t contain his grin as he watched her cry over him despite his apology. He was never more thankful for the mask than he was now, because he could feel the muscles in his cheeks aching. He had finally come to his stupid little senses. The little twit. He still hated him, more than he hated delayed Icha Icha releases. But right now, with the way the young Uchiha was smiling back at his favorite student, he couldn’t care less about his hatred. . . He wouldn’t call himself a spy. But he was definitely keeping a close eye on his favorite teammate and her idiot lover. Sasuke had already requested his leave from Konoha in two months, and he just wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything dumb while he was still home with Sakura. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved them both. And he just wanted Sakura happy. Finally. He took a deep breath when they stopped talking, fearing he’d been caught. “Did you visit your parents?” He nodded and leaned away from her. “You?” She nodded as well and leaned towards him, as if they were magnets. “They’re not thrilled, but they’re happy for me.” She reached for his hand, and he let her take it. “Will you come to dinner?” “Tonight?” She nodded and slowed her steps a little. “Kaa-san’s cooking your favorite for you.” “Then I must go.” Kakashi held back his squeal. He didn’t know the little shit could crack a joke. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was proud. Sakura smiled brightly up at her not-quite-boyfriend and leaned forward with a small smile on her lips. “I’m going to kiss you.” Sasuke looked surprised but leaned forward just as well and nodded. He let her kiss him softly, briefly, and pulled away just as quickly as it had happened. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered so softly that Kakashi almost missed it: “Thank you.” Sakura didn’t cry, didn’t grumble, groan or complain. But she did smile and release his hand so that he could have his space. They’d really grown so much.

[pomforsakura]

Skin Deep

Rating: M(ish)

Notes: Some loves can’t be bought with words

His fingers trace over her arm as they rest against the large oak tree. Her back is against his chest, and his legs encircle her thighs. His warmth radiates out of his own body and into hers. She feels him all around her like a warm cocoon, and knows the words he can’t say.

You’re mine

He leans down and presses kisses to the skin of her neck. His hand comes up to brush her hair out of his way, and she opens her neck up to him for better access. His lips trace patterns down to her shoulder, and she feels his mouth part to whisper onto her skin. She can’t hear what he’s saying, but she knows the words she can’t hear.

I love you

His hand comes to her front and pulls down the zipper of her shirt. He parts it and she turns in his lap to place her legs on either side of his. She wants to feel his skin on hers. His heart beating in tandem with hers. She unbuttons his vest, and then his shirt, and presses the skin of her chest to his. She needs to feel him closer, she needs to feel him all over. She needs this like she needs air. She grabs at his clothes greedily, and pulls at them hastily. He feels her impatience, and knows the words she will say next.

“I need you.”

She presses her hands to his chest, runs her hands over the hard earned muscle exposed to her, and revels in his submission. He is hers, just as much as she is his. She grinds her hips into his when the desire becomes too much. She’s on the brink of losing her control, but she keeps her calm. It’s been months since she’s been over him like this and they both need time to adjust. She’s patient with him as she unbuttons his pants and presses a wet kiss to his lips. It lasts longer than she’d like, and she feels the hesitance in his touch as he reaches for the hem of his shorts. He looks up at her eyes and she knows the words he doesn’t say.

I won’t hurt you again

She gives him a smile to encourage him, and helps him pull off her shorts before they disrobe him. He bares himself to her, opens his body to her touches, and lets her have her way with him. She takes advantage of this and presses kisses on every inch of skin that she can reach. His skin is taut beneath her, and she massages his muscles gently to lessen his tension. She sits up over him and looks down at him to make sure he’s just as comfortable as she is. He nods his head and she sinks onto him. They rock against each other fervently and when she’s close to climax he reaches a hand down to help. She lets her head fall back in ecstasy, then leans forward to his ear and he hears her whisper words sweeter than honey.

“I love you.”

She slumps against him, sated from her climax, and he continues to rock against her until he too finishes. He helps her dress, and she does the same with him. When they’re done she moves to sit next to him, but he pulls her into his lap and places a kiss against her head. His arm holds her tightly to his body, and she breaths in the scent of her husband. He presses his face to the side of her head and takes in everything that is Sakura, her beauty, her kindness, her love. He tilts her chin up so her face is to him and presses his forehead to hers. He doesn’t need to speak in that moment, he doesn’t make another move, but she knows what he means.

I love you too

[pomforsakura]

The Games we Play

It shouldn't have come to this. But it has, and Sakura has to constantly remind herself that she's doing the right thing. She glances back at the sleeping man behind her and tries to remind herself that she shouldn't run her hands all over the sculpted muscle of his chest. She presses a hand to his chest to check his breathing pattern, and he begins to stir awake. She should have known better than to touch him.

Sasuke's eye opens lazily and he lays his hand over hers on his chest. "Hm?"

She shakes her head and whispers quietly. "Nothing, just wanted to make sure you're still alive."

He rolls his eyes at her and pulls her body closer to his. "Stop worrying." She sighs heavily and relaxes into his body, there's nothing to worry about. Everything is going to work out. "Was there a messenger here earlier?"

She resists tensing, lest her lover feel the transition of her muscles, and looks up at him. "Yeah."

"Mission for you or me?" He presses a kiss to the top of her head.

She shrugs and sits up. "Um, neither actually." She pulls his arms from around her and rises from the bed. "Don't worry about it Sasuke-kun." She heads into the kitchen, and begins her breathing exercises. Everything is going to be okay. Ino had made sure of it. And Ino, was a master at game-plans. There was no way this wouldn't work. Ino had made sure Sai came in through the window with his chakra masked, and he and Sakura had a quiet exchange that gave no details of the love letter he had handed her. It was going to work.

"Sakura."

She continues frying the eggs as he comes up behind her, and tries to stop the humming of her body when his hand find her waist. "Yes Sasuke-kun?"

"I'm leaving."

At this she turns around and stares up at him curiously. This was not the reaction Ino had predicted. "What? Why? I thought we were staying in for the rest of the day." If he leaves he could try and seek out the man who's name was signed at the end of her love letter. She can't let that happen.

He shakes his head and releases her waist. "I found the letter the messenger left you. I can't stay." He smirks at her and pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. "He deserves you, not me."

Sakura's eyes widen and she quickly grabs his hand, pulling him to her. "No! No, don't leave please." She wraps her arms around his waist and presses her face into his chest. This was going too far, too fast. "It's not real, Ino and Sai planted it there this morning. Ino thought it would force you to define our relationship."

"Define our relationship?" He echoes above her.

She nods her head in his chest, but refuses to look up at him or release her death grip from around his waist. "We've been in limbo ever since you came back. And yeah, we have sex, and you're practically living with me. But that doesn't mean anything." She sniffles and tries to hold back the sobs threatening to wreck her body. It shouldn't have happened like this.

He tilts her head up to look up at him, and gives her a look of confusion. "We don't need to. You're mine right?"

She nods and reaches up to wipe her face with the back of her hand. "I guess you're right. I just got worried and vented to her, and then she made me worry some more." She smiles up at him. "Don't leave okay?"

He smirks down at her and presses his lips to hers softly. "We're not finished yet Sakura." His voice holds the promise of a steamy day in bed, but he continues speaking. "You were trying to make me jealous."

Sakura freezes at the chill in his voice and looks down at the floor in shame. "She thought it would make you eager to make a distinction."

Sasuke doesn't say anything for a while, and she gets more and more anxious the quieter he is. When he finally does speak, his lips are at her ear. "You don't want to see me jealous Sakura."

Her whole being shivers and she grabs onto his arms. "I'm sorry Sasuke-kun. I really am." She looks up into his eyes and tries not to cry at the guilt shaking her body.

He smiles softly at her for a moment before it disappears, and his hand is drying the tears off of her face. "I knew it wasn't real Sakura."

Sakura stops his hand with hers and stares at him in shock. "What? What do you mean you knew it wasn’t real?!"

He lets out a breath of a chuckle and grips her hip tightly, pulling her into his body. "I told Sai and Naruto I was planning on proposing to you today. Sai let it slip."

Her eyes widen further and she fears they might fall out of her skull. "Propose to me?! What? When? Where? How?" She tries to tamper down the excitement coursing through her body. She's waited for this moment since she was a child, and she can barely control the electric anticipation.

He shakes his head. "I was going to take you to the compound, walk you around, tell you some stories, confess a little bit." His cheeks begin to turn red, and she really regrets destroying the moment. "Then I was going to ask for your hand at the surprise I had waiting for you."

She grips his shirt in her hands and begins bouncing on the balls of her feet. "There's nothing holding you back though right? You can still ask me." She leans forward in anticipation.

He smiles the widest smile she's ever seen from him and leans forward just enough to make her think he'll kiss her. But instead she feels two of his fingers tap her yin seal. "Maybe next time." He murmurs softly.

[pomforsakura]

Carnival

(’lil bit of lime at the very end, but not very proud of this one. Carnival stumped me a bit)

He really wasn't very fond of these sorts of things. The lights, the sweets, the rides that simulated death scenarios. There was just no need, honestly. But, watching his new wife smile happily in her brand new kimono was nothing short of glorious. He could put up with the bright lights for a few more hours.

"Come on Sasuke-kun!" Sakura pulls on her husband's hand, leading him towards a stand flaunting colorful confections. He holds back a groan, and lets himself be pulled by the sannin. She picks out a bright pink confection called 'cotton candy', and carefully starts to pick at the treat as he pays for it.

She quickly recovers from finishing the confection, and leads him towards the games. They play a few of them, but don't take any of their prizes. The added cargo would slow their travels, and although they're staying in town for a few more nights, Sasuke is not fond of finding storage in their tiny hotel room.

She forces him into a line that curves around several rides, and as they're waiting, she tells him all about the 'ferris wheel' and the customs involved in riding such a thing.  

"You'll have to kiss me at the top Sasuke-kun." Her eyes shine brightly up at him, and she fold her hands behind her back as she leans towards him. "You won't be too shy will you?"

He crosses his arms and grunts at his wife. Of course he doesn’t mind kissing her. She's gorgeous, and tastes like cherries. But if she wants him to show his undying love for her in front of a crowd of people, she's got another thing coming. It takes them roughly an hour to reach the end of the line, and Sasuke hands the conductor most of their tickets for admission. He really hopes it's worth the wait, and waste of tickets.

When they finally step onto the ride, and it climbs higher and higher, he's not very hopeful. The rocking gives him slight motion sickness, and it's slow moving nature doesn't quite give him the adrenaline rush for him to be having any fun. But when they begin to reach the top his wife leans forward, expectantly, and purses her lips for a kiss. He considers denying her, but her kimono slips open just the slightest and he catches a glimpse of her cleavage. So he leans forward as well, slips his hand to the back of her neck, and presses his mouth to hers. She presses forward a little more, and he starts to part her lips, when she pulls away from him abruptly.

His shock lasts until the carriage reaches the ground. His wife had thrown up in the carriage in the middle of their kiss. Was he doing something wrong? Had the carnival food affected his breath? Had an enemy shinobi poisoned their confections? He scoops her up in his arms before she can say anything, ignoring the looks of the carnival attendees, and runs at shinobi speed to their hotel. When they're safely behind the door he sets her on her feet, and watches as she rushes to the bathroom to finish emptying her stomach.  

He follows her to the bathroom and holds her hair back as she finishes, and tries to compose himself despite his worry. When she finishes she washes her mouth and hands, and turns towards her worried husband. His brow is etched with a few worry lines, and the tension in his shoulders makes her worry for the sake of his muscles. She walks towards her husband and straddles his lap before reaching for his hands and placing them on her stomach.

"This isn't how I wanted to tell you." She murmurs quietly as she pushes her face into the crook of his neck.

His breath hitches. "You're sick?"

She giggles and shakes her head. "I'm pregnant Sasuke-kun."

His hands flatten against her stomach and he begins to caress it gently. Pregnant? "You should go home."

His wife straightens immediately at his command and glares at him with all of the anger she can muster. "Excuse me?"

"For the baby." He clarifies, but keeps his eyes on her stomach. "For you to be safe."

Sakura smiles softly at her husband and lifts his face up so he can look into hers. "No." She says gently, and bears the scowl he sends her way. "I'm not leaving you Sasuke-kun. You can't be rid of me yet."

"Sakura, this is for our baby's safety."

She nods and places both of her hands on either side of his face. "What's safer than being protected by two of the world's greatest shinobi?"

He grunts, realizing he won't win this argument with his wife, and wraps his arms around her waist. Their bodies come together and they both begin to feel the hindrance of their clothing. He presses his lips to her ear. "I think you're going to have to convince me to let you both stay."

He can feel her smirk, even though he can't see it, and he feels his heart thunder in his chest. A challenged Sakura is a sexy thing in bed. And as she slowly pulls down the sleeve of her kimono, he knows he's in for sweet treat. Who said he didn't like sweets?

[pomforsakura]

No Filter

(Warning: There’s a ‘lil smut)

The first time Sasuke realizes how impressionable his daughter is, happens two years into his new mission. He receives a call from his wife, his angry, very strong wife.

"Sasuke-kun." There's no, good morning Sasuke-kun. How are you Sasuke-kun? He immediately knows he's in trouble. "Sasuke-kun, guess where our daughter is right now?"

"School?" He knows he shouldn't taunt her, but he can't help it. It's a dumb question.

Sakura lets out a chuckle and he pauses in his movements. She's going to kill him. "Yes Sasuke-kun, our daughter is at school." He's about to ask her why she's upset if their daughter is perfectly fine, but she interrupts him quickly. "Naruto is giving a special lecture to her entire class today, and Sarada has to stay after school everyday this week and help clean the classroom."

Sasuke's eyes narrow. He's not interested in their daughter spending so much extra time with the dobe. "Why must she stay everyday after school?"

Sakura makes a sound that tells him she was waiting for him to ask her this question. "She publically embarrassed the Hokage in the middle of an important meeting with the Mizukage."

And he can't think of anything to say. He's at a loss for words, doesn't know what to tell his wife. He didn't think Sarada was capable of pulling such a stunt. She was too much like both of them, she knew how to act properly.

"Do you want to know what happened?" She doesn't wait for him to answer as she continues. "I sent her to drop off a couple of files, and Naruto let her in. He didn't think she'd be any harm, she's always been respectful. But do you know what she said Sasuke-kun?"

He stops breathing for a moment. He knows. He knows exactly what she said. But he doesn't answer. He doesn't want these to be his last words when his wife kills him.

"She called our Hokage a dobe. A dobe Sasuke-kun. Can you believe it? At first I was so confused, how could our daughter have learned such abrasive language? And then I remembered." He can feel her glaring at him through the phone. This is why he prefers communicating with her through letters.

"Sakura I-"

"Will be helping Sarada next week when she has to clean the classroom everyday after school, and will issue a public apology to Naruto for allowing our daughter to think of the Hokage in such a demeaning manner."

He sighs. His hands are tied, he has no choice. "Okay."

"Oh, and Sasuke-kun?"

"Yes wife?"

"If you teach our new baby any of these new words, I'm going to tattoo 'teme' on your ass."

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The second time he realizes how impressionable his daughter is, is after the birth of their second child. He'd chosen to stay home with his family for a little longer, to help with Sarada's adjustment to having a sibling. Everything had been going fine. Sarada had stopped calling Naruto a dobe, Sakura was less hormonal now that she was no longer pregnant, and he could spend some quality time with his wife.

"Sasuke-kun, could you hand me my nightgown please?" His wife calls from the bathroom, where she has just finished her shower. He leans back on their bed to peek into the crack in the bathroom door, and catches a glimpse of his wife's lean legs from underneath her towel.

He picks up her nightgown from their bed and walks into the bathroom to stand behind his wife, in front of the mirror. He holds the nightgown up for her to see. "This one?"

Sakura hums an affirmative answer and leans back into his body. She rests the back of her head in the junction of his neck and shoulder. "Thank you, darling."

He smirks and presses a kiss to the yin seal on her forehead. "Have you healed completely?" His hand trails down her stomach to her core over the towel, to signify just what he means. They haven't had intercourse since their son was born, due to the time it took for Sakura's body to heal from the birth. And tonight, he really doesn't want to be teased by his wife's mouth for hours on end.

She nods and reaches forward to unravel the towel from her body. "I was hoping you wouldn't make me wait tonight."

He smirks at her reference and reaches down to trace his fingers along the folds of her womanhood. It's been too long since he's heard his wife's moans, and he teases her to the brink and back just to hear more of them. She reaches back to pull his pants from his legs, letting her hands trail down the muscles of his thighs and squeezing gently. He throws his head back to let out a breath as he tries to hold back his groan. He leans forward a little so that his chest presses into her back and forces her to lean over the bathroom sink.

He leans forward to whisper in her ear. "Are you ready?" He doesn't have much patience for more foreplay, he wants her now.

His wife nods frantically as she grips onto the counter in front of her. "Yes Sasuke-kun, please."

But he's stopped by a knock on the door. "Mama?" He's instantly glad he closed and locked the bathroom door behind him.

He lets out a breath and slumps against his wife as he answer for her. "Yes Sarada?"

"Is Mama okay?"

He lets out a breath of a silent chuckle and presses kisses into his wife's back. He's not going to stop this for anything. "She's fine."

"What are you guys doing in there?"

"We're about to have sex Sarada." His wife tenses beneath him, and he thinks he might have made a mistake.

But his daughter is quiet for a moment behind the door. "Oh." She finally answers. "Well, goodnight papa." He hears her feet scamper back to her room.

Sakura's face is hidden in her arms, and the back of her neck is red. "I'm going to kill you." She groans in embarrassment.

He shakes his head and continues the movements of his fingers. "Can we finish this first?"

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It's a few days later when they are having dinner with his in-laws that he regrets his bluntness with his daughter.

"Sarada honey, how have you been enjoying having your father home?" Her grandmother asks as she serves her granddaughter a bowl of rice.

Sarada shrugs as she picks up her chopsticks. "It's been alright I guess. It's been hard to sleep at night, because Mama and Papa are really loud when they're having sex."

[pomforsakura]

Matchmaker

Sarada could not handle this. Her papa was leaving, and her mama wanted a kiss. And he didn’t. He didn’t kiss her mama. The youngest Uchiha glanced up at her mama and frowned at the disappointed grimace on her face. She took her larger hand in hers and smiled up at her, hoping she’d reciprocate. She did.

. . . “Yeah yeah, everything’s fine papa.” Sarada waves nonchalantly at her papa as they continue with their skype call. After the rekindling of their relationship, Sarada was adamant about having constant communication with her papa. So her papa grumbled and answered her skype calls every Wednesday. “How’s your mother?” Sarada beams happily at her papa. She loves when he asks about her mama. Especially now that Kaka-oji had given her some advice on how to make her mama happy. “She’s great! She has a new group of medic-nin training at the hospital this week, and they all really like her.” Her papa smirks at the screen, and she could feel the waves of pride through her computer screen. She puts her index finger to her chin, like she’d seen her mama do, and takes in a deep breath. “There is this one intern though… Ryuji-kun. He walks her home every evening.” Her papa’s visible brow arches and he crosses his hands in front of his mouth. “Hn.” Sarada nods enthusiastically. Her plan is working. “He kinda looks like you papa. Mama really enjoys talking to him.” “What has your mother said about him?” Sarada shrugs. “She says that he needs someone to care for him. She says he’s very lonely.” Her papa lets out a breath. “Your mother is too kind.” Sarada mimics her father’s stance and places her hands in front of her mouth. “She tends to find outlets for your absence.” Sasuke narrows his eye at her. “And what is that supposed to mean Sarada?” Sarada shrugs again. “Kaka-oji said that when you’re not here she needs someone to take care of. And not that I’m an adult,” her papa rolls his eye at this, “she needs someone else to smother in affection.” Her papa sighs and releases his hands from his face. “Enough of this. How is your schoolwork?” . . . The next Wednesday her papa does not answer her morning text message. So, she waits until after class before she sends him another text him again. “Mama.” Sarada calls as her mother cooks their dinner. Her mother nods and hums in her direction, to signal that her daughter has her attention. “Has papa contacted you today?” Her mama shakes her head. “Your papa does not enjoy using technology. It is rare that I hear from him daily.” Sarada waves her hand dismissively. “Have you heard from him this week? He didn’t text me this morning.” Her mama shrugs. “He may be experiencing bad weather Sarada. Naruto told me that Kiri has been experiencing hurricanes.” Sarada pouts and pulls out her homework, since there will apparently be no skype call tonight. She hears the front door open, and watches as her mama pauses in cooking for a moment. “Sarada, go see who’s at the door.” Sarada looks at her mother curiously for just a moment, before rushing to the front door. Her papa is leaning down to take off his shoes slowly, as if he hasn’t been away from his family for six months. Sarada crosses her arms and waits for him impatiently, she knows now not to jump on him. When he’s finished with his shoes he nods at his daughter and approaches her slowly. She smiles up at him brightly, and he smiles softly down at her before pressing a brush of a kiss to the top of her head. Sarada resists the urge to bounce on the balls of her feet in excitement. “Mama is in the kitchen.” Her papa smirks and shakes his head in amusement at his daughter. Sarada tries to contain her energy as she follows her papa down the hallway. But the longer it takes him to shuffle along the wooden floors, the more excitement she has to contain. Her mama turns to face the two as they enter the kitchen, and smiles brightly at them. “Welcome home Sasuke-kun.” Her papa nods in her direction and takes his seat at their table. “How was school Sarada.” Sarada sighs in exasperation. This is not how her papa was supposed to greet her mama after a long absence. . . . Sarada, unsatisfied with her papa’s quiet demeanor during dinner, sneaks out of her bed to listen at her parent’s bedroom door. She hears faint shuffling for 5 long minutes, until finally her papa clears his throat. “Sarada told me about your new students.” “Ah, yes. They are quite a handful. I’m surprised she mentioned them.” Her papa grunts in agreement. “She mentioned an intern named Ryuji.” Her mama is quiet for a few moments, and Sarada leans forward to peer in through the crack in the door. Her mama is folding her papa’s freshly cleaned clothes, and her papa is leaning against the dresser next to her. “None of my interns are named Ryuji.” Sasuke chuckles. “I know. I checked with Naruto.” Sakura pauses in laundry folding to smile at her husband. “Then what’s the problem dear?” Her papa moves to pull her mama into a hug with his good arm. “No problem. But I think our daughter was trying to get a reaction from me.” Her mama lays her head on her papa’s chest and relaxes in his embrace. She’s never seen them like this. “Why would she do that?” Sasuke’s arm wraps around her waist. “I’m not sure.” Sakura looks up at her husband and nuzzles her face into his neck. “Did you have a reaction?” From her vantage point, Sarada could see her papa roll his eye. “Of course not.” Her mama shrugs and moves away from her papa to continue folding the laundry. “I’m glad. I only love you.” Her papa follows her mama to the basket and wraps his arm around his wife. Sarada’s eyes widen in surprise when he presses his lips to her neck, and her mama drops the clothes she was folding. “Go to bed Sarada.” His voice startles her out of her shock, and she quickly runs to her room giggling. Kaka-oji will be pleased to know their plan worked so well.