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Prompt: Sasuke develops feelings for Sakura during their marriage.

Rating: T+, maybe M. 

A/N: Some sexual reference but nothing really too explicit. Likely a little OOC because I couldn’t seem to find a way to make him grow feelings for her without being a little caring.  Also incredibly messy and maybe even distorted. Sorry.

There were many reasons why Sasuke chose to marry her. Most of which were selfish, to be honest. She was a great kunoichi—one of the bests in Konoha, actually. She would be a wonderful addition—no, no, an ideal start to the new Uchiha clan. She would help him build their reputation anew, would help create a new meaning to it.

She loved him, unconditionally so, and he cherished those feelings so deeply in his heart. It had meant so much to him—not the world, but a great deal—when he learned that her love never perished. She made him feel accepted and good… something he often doubted he was (his memories were so haunting and guilt-filled, pulling him back to believe the worst about himself).

Sakura was the woman he cared most about, next to his dead mother. He respected her, trusted her. She was precious to him. He didn’t love her, and he didn’t think he harbored anything romantic towards her (he wasn’t too sure about that though), but nonetheless she was the only woman he could ever imagine himself spending the rest of his life with. He couldn’t explain why but he knew that he wanted her by his side—whether that was because of her undying devotion to him or because she filled that emptiness inside of him, he didn’t really know. He just wanted her there.

Yes, there were many selfish reasons he chose to marry her, but the real reason was surprisingly selfless: He knew that with time he could return her feelings with the same intensity.

And that was something Sakura deserved after all her years of dedication.

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There was no extravagant wedding. Their union was quiet and private, performed only in the presence of their old team. Hell, they almost didn’t invite Naruto because of his strong objection to their engagement when they first told him but—

(“What the hell, Sasuke! Do you even love her!?”

"No, Naruto. I don’t."

"Then why the fuck did you ask her to marry you?!"

"….Because I know that one day, I can.")

—he came around in the end. 

The kiss that sealed their new titles was their first, and would be their most awkward in their life together. He was unsure about what to do, hesitant in the way he pressed their lips together, as if wondering if he was doing it right. Despite the unease, his kiss was soft—even sweet. And that made her smile.

When night came, they had their honeymoon. He was so clueless about what to do and where to touch that she had to take the lead at first, telling him what she liked and guiding his hands on her body. He caught on quickly enough. She fulfilled her own fantasies by touching him back, running her hands all over him, cheeks reddening in desire when he responded to her touch with low groans.Then, they finally joined with her on top. She was shy and hesitant, but she loved watching him grimace in pleasure as she timidly moved above him. 

Unfortunately, their coupling ended all too quickly. Although she should have expected it (he was a virgin after all), she couldn’t help but to feel slightly disappointed as they lied besides each other, panting for breath. That didn’t last long, however, because as soon as he regulated his breathing, Sasuke moved on top of her and slowly—hesitantly—kissed his way down until he was situated between her legs.

(“Just tell me what to do,” he whispered.)

He made her see stars.

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(This would also be the one and only time they would have sex for the next two years.)

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The next morning, Sakura woke up alone. 

Sasuke had left a note telling her was was gone training in all too few words.

Pissed, sore and slightly upset, she later on greeted her returning husband by decking him.

The latter quickly learned that there was a way to leave one’s wife a morning after sex, and that this was not the way to do it.

He also learned that, “I thought you’d be too sore,” was not an eligible excuse not to invite her to training. 

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Things quickly went dark for them as Sasuke started dealing with his past again. 

He spent many of his days at the dobe-sama’s office, trying to come up with concrete plans to change the ways of the village. All too often, he’d come home angry and closed off, slamming doors and muttering a string of curses. He pushed her away when she tried to help him calm down, telling her to leave him alone none too gently. He was never cruel, though—only stern. 

His nights were plagued by the ghosts that tormented him since he was a child, nightmares wrecking his body until he was drenched in sweat. His muttering and shivering would wake her every night, and they would only stop when she took him in her arms and ran her fingers through his hair, whispering soft, comforting words while she peppered kisses on his face. He would wake quickly, but would say nothing—he’d only let her hold him until they both fell asleep again.

She chased the darkness away, and for nearly a year he struggled with not knowing how to thank her, how to show her he appreciated her doings. Every night he would let her hold him, console him, and he would hate himself the next morning for not doing or saying anything. 

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When Sakura was nearly killed taking a hit in the event of an assassination attempt meant for him, he had an epiphany concerning his feelings for her. As he held her shaking body in his arms and tried to stop her from bleeding out by pressuring her wound, he realized her could never recover in life should she ever die on him. She had become such a strong pillar in his life, the only thing that was truly constant, and he depended on her for that.

She was the one who found him every time he lost himself. She was the one who reassured him every time he felt afraid. She was the one who showed him light when he saw only darkness. She was the one who gave him affection when he needed it most. She was the one who loved him at his worst.

And when he looked at those scared green eyes and felt her squeeze his arm for support, he knew how much he cared for her. He knew he was starting to fall.

This was the reason he kissed her forehead with immense affection when she woke up the next morning at the hospital. She was stunned, but she let him draw her into his arms, her own limbs slipping around him to offer consolation.

(They would realize, later, that this would be the moment when things started to change in their marriage.)

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The first time Sakura found a daffodil on her office desk, she was both surprised and confused. Didn’t everyone know she was married now? Wasn’t it disrespectful to send her this particular flower—a flower which meant to demonstrate one’s admiration towards another while also telling them they are the only one?

Was it Lee? she thought to herself, pondering quietly while she approached her desk. No, it couldn’t be. She shook her head. He has a girlfriend now, doesn’t he? It would be deeply inappropriate. 

Then she noticed the slip of paper under it and tensed. She was quite anxious to find out who it was since she’d have to let that person down as soon as possible as not to let them have false hopes. But when she picked it up, she gasped, recognizing Sasuke’s handwriting.

For you, it read.

A blush spread across her cheeks. Did Sasuke know what exactly this flower meant? Or was he simply returning one of the many daffodils she had given him in the past?

Nevertheless, Sakura felt awed. Each gesture was thoughtful of him, and they both made her happier than ever.

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One night, after he woke from his usual nightmare to Sakura’s soothing voice and loving embrace, he didn’t waste any time into thinking how he could show her his gratitude—he simply followed his instincts. Curling his fingers in her hair, he tugged her face down to his and kissed her deeply, passionately. She made a sound of surprise at first, but otherwise responded in the like.

The way she so easily accepted his impulsive kiss is what made him push her deeper into the bed, before climbing on top of her. He kissed her again, lips hot against hers, his wandering hands making her tingle everywhere. But he made sure she wanted this before he went any further.

The look of pure desire and love in her eyes combined with the way she arched her hips up to meet his was the only confirmation he needed.

He was the one to take the lead this time, touching her everywhere and setting her skin on fire. He was clumsy and still evidently new at this, but his determination and pure passion made up for his lack of experience. And although he wasn’t able to hold out for her this time either, he definitely made her tumble on the edge afterwards with his talented mouth. Twice.

And as they fought to catch their breath in the aftermath, all wrapped up in each other’s arms, Sasuke came to a conclusion: he knew he wasn’t in love with her yet, but he sure as hell was on his way.

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They had sex pretty regularly after that night. It was a way for them to learn about each other and themselves, to express their feelings more clearly towards the other—to become closer. It was a way to release their worries and stress, to get rid of negative feelings—a way to turn a bad day into a good one. 

Sex opened up a whole new door to their relationship.

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He held her hand in public for the very first time on her twenty-fourth birthday, nearly three years since they had been married.

(After that, he would hold her hand more often than not when they went out of the house.)

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He wouldn’t take her out on their anniversaries, nor would he ever buy her anything fancy or special. He wouldn’t send her cards, nor would he ever make a big romantic speech.

But he would do little things. He would bring her breakfast in bed, buy a bouquet of her favorite flowers (which he would never give in person but would leave somewhere in the house for her to find in surprise), compliment her when she would least expect it, give her a massage, and cuddle (something he never initiated but never denied).

And those little things meant more to her than any fancy necklace or luxurious date could. 

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When Sasuke realized he was in love with her, it was during a small, every day moment of their daily routine, on the day of their fifth anniversary.

She was hanging their laundry out in their backyard, and maybe it was because of the way the sun shone down on her or how the wind breezed through her hair, but he realized at that very moment just how much he was in love with this woman.

The realization was so painfully exhilarating that he couldn’t help but to snake his arms around her from behind, laying kisses all over her skin. She jumped, squeaking in surprise before laughing endearingly.

"Sasuke-kun! I’m hanging the laundry!"

He wouldn’t let her go though, instead tightening his arms and laying a deep, solid kiss on her temple and keeping his lips there. She sensed the seriousness in the action and frowned, turning around in his arms with a worried look. Before she could voice anything, he landed a loving, warm, somewhat desperate kiss on her mouth, slipping his fingers in her hair so he could pull her head closer to his own. He kissed her with a sort of urgency that he had never displayed before. Not this strongly, anyway. It made her tear up.

When Sasuke ended the kiss, he pulled her closer instead of leaning away. Pressing their foreheads together, he looked deeply in her eyes. 

"…I love you," he whispered, humbled, while keeping her close to him. 

She gasped, completely not expecting a confession from him, and the tears finally slipped from her eyes due to the all too overwhelming happiness consuming her.

"You kept your promise," she whimpered against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

He closed his eyes and hugged her closer. "I knew I would."

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A/N: Oh god, so messy! Did not like how that turned out at all! But I guess since it’s a drabble I might be excused? Maybe I’ll rework on it and turn it into a full-fledged oneshot or multi-chaptered story… hmm. We’ll see.

— 10 months ago with 301 notes
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