In The Palm Of My Hands

Love

'Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?'- Moulin Rouge

"A divorce?"

Sakura's face was serious. Completely and utterly serious. "Yes. A divorce."

Sasuke didn't know what to say. There was a complete list of the most shocking -not to forget horrible- moments of his life. The blame of that list, half its content, was created by Sakura.

"No." He stated.

"Excuse me?" Sakura couldn't contain the serious, monotone façade she had before.

"You heard me." Sasuke said simply, almost casually. "No."

"No, as in; you would not give me a divorce?" Sakura asked incredulous.

"Exactly." Onyx orbs giving no emotions what-so-ever.

"How can you not?!" Slowly anger was building into her.

"I will not give you a divorce. Not as long as I-"

"Do not dare to finish that sentence, Uchiha Sasuke, for I am neither yours nor your property."

"You married me because I wanted you to." He easily said in his full confident, arrogant self. "You married me because you had feelings for me."

"I used to have feelings for you." She hissed as soon as that last line left his lips. She did it fast.

Maybe too fast.

Standing his ground, he took a step near her. "You cannot grow over feelings such as those, Sakura. Your love was never true if you just stopped feeling it overnight."

"Well, accept it, because it is so."

He stepped closer. "That is a lie."

"It is not, I assure you." Her hands settled on her hips. "I have long since forgotten these mismatched feelings that I harbored for you."

She could not find the guts in this situation for him to smirk. That self-centered, egoistical, pompous, arrogant, sexy side-ways smirk.

But he did.

"Then," He almost grinned. "Let me remind you how it was to feel that for me."

It took one other step and he reached for her, pulled her –none too gently- into him and sealed his lips with her.

It felt like a personal blessing from any kind of god up there to feel her lips, or any part of her for that matter, on him.

He could taste her shock even on his tongue as he licked her bottom lip. She gasped hard, and not one for letting such an opportunity go, he probed his own way in her without permission. He deepened the kiss, his slick organ sweeping inside her mouth, making his body temperature rise a few degrees.

It has been months since he had the pleasure and satisfaction of kissing this woman. Even if it was her that provoked the kiss for all the wrong reasons, he did not care. Point was, that he felt her. Lips, tongue, teeth, body and soul was in his arms and he enjoyed it.

Hell, he loved it.

And he wanted to feel that again.

Pushing himself harder to her, trying to trigger a reaction, they both stumbled a bit back but didn't fall.

Sucking her tongue into his mouth gently, he savored her taste. She still smelled, felt and tasted amazing. He had the idea that he was touching a piece of heaven.

She didn't respond to him though; she just stood there. Frozen, still of the shock he was sure. Glancing at her, he found her emerald eyes that entranced him in the past more often than he likes to admit, so close, bright and wide open.