Never had she risen earlier than the last Uchiha. Most of the time when her green orbs open to the light she would usually find his side of the bed made and him all armored for an early morning spar. The earliest she got to waking up was Sasuke seated on the side of the bed, his pale, sharp naked shoulder blades in front of her and his towering torso shielding her from the light.
He would stand and parade across the room in his boxers and her eyes would religously follow his form until he disappeared behind bathroom doors. A sigh would come to her lips before she’d bury her head further down her pillows.
Rare was an understatement when she cracked open her lids and was initially met with a bleary image of Sasuke in bed. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms thinking her optic nerves must have been playing a trick on her, arching her back in the process for a good stretch. When her vision had cleared she couldn’t hide the shock on her face finding Uchiha Sasuke lying on his side with his back to the sun and staring at her like he’d been doing it for a while. Sakura couldn’t hide her blush at the thought.
She rose on her forearms, “Sasuke?” She looked at him, a question clear in her eyes.
He took one of her hands in his own and kissed the back of it. “I’m fine.” He answered her silent question.
It wasn’t as unnatural as people make it seem to be to see Uchiha Sasuke so affectionate. Seeing as he was deprived at such an early age of such and most of his pubescent years were spent being holed up underground with the nothing but the notions of revenge running through his veins. But anyone who doesn’t frequent such affection gush so much is bound to raise some eyebrows.
Despite the question of ‘What’s wrong with you?’ hanging over her head coated in neon lights she smiled and bent down to lay a chaste kiss on his temple. “Morning Sasuke-kun.” She murmured.
She received a hum in approval before he rolled over the bed to start his routine. She let the warmth of his fingers disappear from her own while she slid ungracefully back into the bed with the small hope of it burying her under soft feathers. She sighed at the comfort.
Then a shriek tore from her mouth when she felt a hand grasp her left ankle and drag her to the short distance toward the foot of the bed, she rolled over on her back in the process. The tank top she wore bunched up in a roll behind her.
“Sasuke, wha-?!"a laugh escaped her upon seeing her lover drag her across the bed messing up their sheets.
He wrapped one of her legs around his hips as he knelt on one knee to meet her height his hands on either side of her to balance him. Without giving Sakura a chance to speak he captured her lips in his own feeling her immediately melt into it.
She smiled into the kiss and wound her arms around his neck her fingers playing with the hairs on his nape.
Before the kiss turned dirtier than what its initial intent was Sasuke broke off and stared into her sparkling green orbs. "I’d like a dirtier version of this when I get home later, but now I’m late.”
A light laugh errupted from the medic, her fingers still toying with the hairs on his nape. “I’ll be waiting.” She responded innocently. She received a harsher parting kiss that made her toes curl and breath hitch, she felt Sasuke escape her grasp but let out a cry when he copped a feel on her breasts. She could see a ghost of a smirk on his lips before he vanished behind bathroom doors.
