the sun rises from the east
commissioned by @lieanndesu
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Sakura wakes up to the slow glide of her husband’s hand down her side, the casual stop at her thigh, the moment in between before he slowly slides it back up again, tracing her curves and smoothing out the wrinkles of her nightclothes.
A lazy smile forms at her dry lips, eyes still closed as she scoots closer, feeling the shift in the bed as Sasuke-kun dips his head, buries his face in the hollow of her throat, lips pressed to her collarbone. Such intimacy without any lust. Just as lazy as she feels, almost tired. Like lulling back to sleep.
“Mmm,” she hums, throwing a leg over both of his, toes curling. “’Morning.”
“So far,” he yawns, hot breath on her skin. Sakura smiles at the suggestion.
It grows quiet after that and Sakura inhales softly, feeling Sasuke-kun’s hand as it continues to run up and down her side, soft and slow, feeling as he moves his attention to her back, where he dips his hand under her shirt to touch her skin with his own and rub soothing circles against the warmth there.Â
In return, Sakura presses her cold feet to his cold calves and smiles, eyes still shut, when he groans in what she knows is his form of a whine. She kisses his forehead, lowers her lips to the space in between his eyebrows and presses for another kiss, rides the slope of his nose and presses for another kiss right at the tip of his nose.Â
“You’re so gross,” he croaks, lips curled and nose wrinkled.Â
“And you have a summit today,” she tells him, lifting herself up to lean her weight on an elbow. “Don’t think I don’t know about that. Shikamaru’s told me about your new habit of arriving late. Sounds a little too familiar, don’t you think, love?”
“Sakura,” he sighs, scrunching his eyes shut with effort, curling further into bed and scooting closer onto her pillow, “stop being so annoying and let’s go back to sleep. You’re warm.”
“I’m also stubborn. Up, Sasuke-kun.”
“Don’t want.”
She remains quiet and stares at him, lifting a hand up to run it through her hair, pushing the pink bedhead back and away from her face. At her silence, Sasuke-kun cracks an eye open to look at her and she stares his Rinnegan down, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
He groans again, burrowing his face in her pillow and looking exactly like his thirteen-year-old daughter for a minute before he sits up, sighing.
“There,” she says, smiling as she leans forward to press a kiss to his jaw. She pulls away with a pout, fingertips to her lips. “You need to shave.”
Sasuke-kun rolls his eyes.
“You said a few nights ago you liked the feeling.”
“I changed my mind,” Sakura continues, moving the covers and standing up. “Shave. Get ready. I’ll make breakfast.” She looks at the digital clock on her nightstand. “Your daughter will be up soon.”
“Your daughter,” Sasuke-kun retorts, rubbing the heel of his palm against his dark eye. “She’s annoying like you.”
“Hey! Don’t make me get back in there.”
He tilts his head, brow furrowed. “You act like that’s a bad thing. Or like if I’m supposed to be scared, Haruno.”
Sakura points a finger at him. “It’s Uchiha.”
Sasuke-kun smirks as he stands up, not even bothering to adjust the waistband of his sleeping pants as he makes his way to the bathroom. Sakura reaches over and gives a quick smack to his butt, winking when he turns to look at her with a scandalized expression.
She exits their bedroom with a small laugh, making her way to the kitchen and quickly getting to work. It’s easy, since there’s leftovers from dinner. She reheats the steamed rice and gets a pan ready for some eggs.
She’s just getting done with everything when Sasuke-kun appears, hair damp and messy and clothes just slightly rumpled. Sarada still isn’t out but Sakura’s heard her movements.Â
“Mmm, look at you,” she teases, moving to stand in front of him. She takes both ends of his lilac vest, buttons it for him and affectionately tugs at it as she leans closer. “I love it when you listen to me.”
“You’re so gross, get away from me,” he scoffs, nose wrinkled. Yet he dips low to accept the soft press of her lips to his.
Her hands blindly fixes the neck of his violet shirt, smoothens out any and all wrinkles and sighs contently when she pulls away.
“You guys are so gross,” Sarada scoffs as she emerges from the hall, smiling at them as she bumps her hip to Sakura’s and pauses to lean up and kiss Sasuke-kun’s cheek.Â
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