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[ SasuSaku month day 18 ~ comfortable silence ]

SASUSAKU MONTH: DAY EIGHTEEN

Comfortable Silence

fandom: naruto characters/pairings: sasusaku a/n: sasusaku month, ssm17d18

Resting on his wife’s lap, Sasuke feels like sleeping.

Lying on his side, Sakura’s thighs, smooth and cool pillow nicely his head. Her hand is like a feather, gentle and light, brushing his hair and scratching his scalp—his spine shudders and his ears twitch; he’s basking in the exquisite sensations.

Her arms are completely bare, he feels no bracelets hanging on her wrists. Her hands have a nice and clean smell, like antiseptic but the scent is so faint Sasuke can barely perceive it since he’s so used to it; first from his past days in Orochimaru’s lair, then from the time he’s spent in the hospital after the war. However, he has since long grown to appreciate it, having associated the smell with his wife.

Her fingers untangle his black hair, tucking loose locks behind his ear before he feels her nails gently and slowly grazing his scalp. Sasuke knows she knows the way she moves her fingers on his scalp makes him tingle; she can feel the smallest tremors that run through his body and he’s quite certain she’s smiling above him, amused by the way his body reacts to her. With her other hand, the fluffy puff of the mimikaki goes swoosh and whoosh around his ear.

As far as he can remember, Sakura’s touch has always been therapeutic to him. It’s a gentle touch, tender and warm. He feels calmer, more serene.

(As a matter of fact, he sleeps best when he has his arm draped over her, her hand covering his or when Sakura cuddles him from behind with her hand inside his shirt, as though she’s checking his body temperature.

But, if Sasuke’s honest, he knows she does this to feel his muscles.)

When she touches him, Sasuke feels like he’s lying on the grass on a spring day.

It’s soothing.

Sure, there are times when they are feverish and passionate—and they happen more often than Sasuke will ever admit—but these quiet moments are the ones Sasuke relishes in the most. Words are silent and eyes don’t meet but it’s intimate and very, very peaceful. It’s in the way she touches him, when she grazes lightly over the helix of his ear with her nails, when she tucks his hair behind his ear because she doesn’t want loose strands to get in the way of her ear cleaning. It’s in the way she moves the mimikaki, drawing lazy circles around his ear with the white puff, and then picking on his ear with the other end.

SasuSaku Month 2017

Day 18: Comfortable Silence

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Sarada noticed that her papa and mama are not like other parents. Uchiha Sasuke finally came home after his long mission, and she expected that they'll be loud together now that he's back.

But she would usually find them together – quiet.

When she confronted her mama about it, she just gave her a smile and a poke on her forehead. "Papa is a man of few words, Sarada."

"I know that, mama. But you're unusually quiet when you're with papa."

The pinkette gave a small chuckle. "There is something very comfortable with silence. With all the hustle and bustle of daily life, it's nice to have a quiet moment. Your papa is the best person to be with during a time like that."

The little Uchiha still didn't understand. Didn't they have anything to talk about? Sarada concluded that her parents are just being their weird selves.

But one afternoon, after her mission for the day finished earlier than expected, she found her parents sitting under a tree – her mama's head on her papa's shoulder. Both had their eyes closed, but what stood out most is the soft smile on their faces. For a while, Sarada looked at her parents lovingly. She felt foolish for questioning the love of her parents to each other before. Anyone with eyes could see it radiate from the two.

Not long after, Sasuke slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Sarada and motioned for her to come. Their little princess obliged, though a bit shy to disturb her parents' moment. Emeralds looked at onyx.

"Sit here between mama and papa, Sarada."

And so she did. "How was your mission, Sarada?" Sasuke asked his daughter.

"Fairly well, papa. We were able to deliver the scroll ahead of time so we decided to hurry home."

"Aa."

The family of three lapsed into silence once again. Now, Sarada didn't mind it. She actually liked this moment. After spending the day with the loudness of Boruto, Mitsuki, and Konohamaru-sensei, she appreciated the tranquility.

Uchiha Sasuke, the familiar stranger, sits close to her mother angling towards her but not touching her. They don’t say anything and after so many years apart she doesn’t want to believe it is because there’s nothing left to say between them.

They just stare at each other, nothing is spoken and the silence is suffocating.

Sarada’s waiting, desperately waiting for them to say something, anything that tells her that there’s still a family somewhere in their dysfunctional make-pretend.

Her mother’s lips curl upward, slightly and the expression on her father’s face changes and even as she tries she can’t read him. There’s something in her mother though, a brilliance like she’s never seen, like she was brought to life but not a word was spoken.