Author: BlueRose Rating: T (PG-13) Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura Warnings: Few bad words… Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I damn sure don’t make a single red cent for this either. So please, don’t sue the Blue Author Notes: Just a little short I whipped up for Sasuke/Sakura Month 2018 (#ssm18
🌘 Day 11 – Eclipse). This is unedited, so please be gentle
For the life of him, he couldn’t remember how they ended up in this position. Sure, he knew how they got to this site. Navigating a known trail between two villages, they veered off the beaten path to rest near a stream, surrounded by the impossibly tall trees in Maboroshi Forest. The next hour or so was spent eating a light lunch and cooling off in the shade the trees provided. Taking stock of inventory and a few other mundane things took up the rest of the time. But how did they end up here?
A/N: This is written a style that isn’t my usual and won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I like it for this and hope you do as well. Lastly, this is set in the pre-Shippuden time skip.
She had willed herself to forget, begged her mind to wander, but she couldn’t forget the anniversary. Not now. Not when the silvery evidence of Moonrise shone so clearly on her skin…
Her body went rigid. The pain was coming back, thoughts of him were coming back. It had been exactly twenty-nine days since her Lunatic dream had last invaded her mind. Since he had invaded her mind. Since she had allowed herself to think of him, …to feel anything at all.
She decided it was the Moon causing her insane dreams—that was it. That had to be it. Seeing the Full Moon simply reminded her of him….
Because he was the Moon.
Solid.
Strong.
Pale.
Devastatingly beautiful.
Untouchable.
Unreachable.
Encased only by a halo of darkness.
Covered in craters, wounds of the past.
Never to be fully healed.
Only to be further mottled and marred.
Surrounded by bright lights longing to illuminate his constant Umbra.
But unable to touch those radiant stars.
…
…
…
He was the Moon, but so was she.
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…
Her fingers reflexively curled inward, nails poised to cut crimson Crescents into her palms, but she caught herself and flung them out in a quaking fan.
No.
She wouldn’t resort to that. She she’d sworn after his last apparition that she wouldn’t allow him to interfere. Not again (not even in her nightmares). And she had prepared for this, after all: she had acquired a silver bullet to keep the Moon at bay. She emptied the contents of a small bottle in her trembling hand, weighing (medically, scientifically, practically…) how many it would take to knock her out cold, to wave away any chances of dreams….
—
She felt him there; she didn’t sense the proximity of his chakra—no! She felt his body on hers, his lips on hers, his fingers twining with hers.
She slowly unlidded her dazed, anesthetized eyes.
He withdrew (for just a moment) to give her a handsome smirk, and she was dazzled. The charcoal depths of his eyes, the way his pale face reflected the Moonlight—was the Moonlight…. It wasn’t fair how beautiful he was, it wasn’t fair for any one man to be able to incite such lust in her! It wasn’t fair that she should hate him for all the pain he caused her…yet all she could do was love him in that moment.
A sure hand slid up her bare thigh and under the loose, white shirt in which she slept, gliding over her cool stomach with born grace. His air-soft lips gently skimmed over her neck, constricting her breathing with the touch of a feather. She cried out softly and tilted her head back, begging for more of his awakening touch, begging to feel something again.
Years and months and weeks and days and hours and minutes and seconds of pain and the agony of nothing had worn her…. So she succumbed.
To her fear, her anger, her guilt, her lust, her love.
She let the waves of emotions roll over her, yet she didn’t drown as she had expected. She stayed gently afloat, hovering placidly above rage and hate and fright and blame. She would give to him whatever he asked, so long as he continued to bring life back into her veins.
A dream. Can I only feel alive in a dream…?
The thought didn’t quite hit her, just drifted serenely above her head, and she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to feel life again, and his hot touches seared her with sensation. His knuckles flowed leisurely over her neck as he charily held himself above her petite frame, cognizant of his mass. His lips caressed hers so chastely, so delicately, they wouldn’t have broken the thinnest thread of silk, left a spider’s web unmarred.
He was far gentler than she remembered…but he was in her dreams, after all.
She kissed him back, but so tentatively, so faintly, for she thought the slightest movement would wake her into her nightmarish reality, would dispel her Moonlit dreamland. Her lips made another contact with his, and she couldn’t help but deeply inhale his scent, a breath of life.
Dreams, it occurred to her, didn’t all have to be nightmares (or so she desperately hoped).
She carefully wrapped an alabaster arm around his neck and brought him down on her, threading her fingers through his dark hair. She tightened her grip on the hand around hers. For just a moment, she resisted allowing their mouths to collide, but she disregarded whatever thought had stopped her and let their bodies meld, his long hair dusting her forehead and cheeks.
She hadn’t been touched in so long, let alone kissed (ever). But it felt so perfect, and she knew she had to be dreaming (but she didn’t quite notice). He felt so natural, so masterful above her. She let him guide her lips with his until she found a soft, delicate rhythm to follow. She felt his tongue deftly flick across her bottom lip, and she parted for him with a low keen, reveling in the heat of his body, his mouth. She traced her dainty fingers over her love’s strong shoulders, imprinting her hallucination into her mind as well as she could. He was taking everything so slowly, being so careful with her, savoring every second.
It was (ironically) everything she had ever dreamed of.
He stroked her tongue with his as he put his weight on an elbow. He tenderly held her face, unhurriedly running his thumb over her cheek bone, as if checking for evidence of tears. He pulled away just long enough for both of them to catch a quick breath, to see the longing in the other’s eyes, and then descended on her body again. She felt whole with his body pressed so closely to hers, with him in her arms. So warm in his arms, so at homein her own house for the first time in years.
Home is wherever he is,she realized.
He caught her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently, and he stole the moan from her throat. Pleasure undulated through her limbs before settling in her stomach, coiling and unfurling. She became more confident in her explorations of his mouth and traced his lips with curiosity and wonder, gliding over his tongue with hers. She his groan resonated through his chest into hers. She felt that deep sound everywhere and pulled him closer.
She loved being kissed. She loved being held. She loved being caressed. She loved feeling another heartbeat on her. She loved simply being touched. She loved loving him.
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