Trapped in the arms of a killer | SasuSaku [Completed]

XXIII.

XXIII. Lips

There was completely nothing interesting in the bed. Yet, her emeralds never left it, her heartbeat pacing faster each second, overthinking and imagining possibilities.

The door in the bathroom clicked, unlocking the door, letting out a hot steam and a wet man covered in towel a little above his shaft. His V line was visible. His hair was down. His torso was muscular, scarred, soaked... and he was feeling hot...... and so was she.

Sakura showed him how this "shower" should be operated before he took a warm steamy bath. Amusing was the first thing that popped out of his head when the luke warm water soaked everything. Yet, he still didn't want to be too comfortable. This world probably gave everything to people in an easy way, with almost no harm done. That's not how his world works. Next second you let your guard down, you won't be seeing the next light of the following day.

Meanwhile, the pinkette was thinking of something else. Where would he sleep? Where should I sleep? Yet she was a bit distracted. Her body felt hot, like she was comfortable under a warm shower. Slowly she reached out for her mark. She was feeling the same thing with him. Like a ticking time bomb, it exploded once she had heard the bathroom door open.

"I'm sleeping on the f-" she immediately greeted the soaked Uchiha before her, a blush visible on her cheeks, and she couldn't seem to look away. His onyx went to her eyes, who wasn't looking back, instead, was looking at his torso. Playfully, he grinned snd reached out for the black shirt and pants she bought for him. It was fitting, taking the shape of his body.

Sakura shook her head as if it went out and finally got the courage to look away.
"S-sorry." She shouted, "I was about to say I'm going to sleep on the floor."
"No need. I'll be on guard." He whispered, and Sakura jumped like a cat with her unprofessional-karate-chop-hand-position.
"Don't scare me like that!"

"There's nothing to be afraid of." He mumbled and sat down the floor, taking his katana and a piece of his clothing to wipe the blade.
"I-I'm just nervous, I mean- I never stayed in a house alone with a guy before.. much more sleep with one." She bit her lip.
"So I've heard." He smirked, remembering the small commotion she had with some blonde. Instead of her being teased and offended, she went on.
"I mean, besides this situation, you should only do that with someone you love, right?"

There was a long gone silence-
Sakura immediately regretted sounding so deep with the likes of him.

Before she could even suggest to forget it, he breathed, "Have you been in love before?"
Catching her off guard, she answered anyway. "I don't think it's love.... so.. I guess not." Apparently she was thinking of his professor Itachi. It was just puppy love. Professor Itachi... Uchi- wait a minute.

"Then you'd pass the test," He mumbled while he was still wiping the stains off of his katana.
"What test?"
"Strangely, before what I am today, I had trainings or tests with my brother. We were alone. Parents killed. And for a five year old, it wasn't a happy start. But my brother helped me with it. We craved revenge together. So before these trainings could start, my brother said, or it felt like a warning- that love is a powerful thing to mendle with. I've always thought it was a disgusting thing for him to say and I was a bit disappointed."

Whoa, is he finally warming up to me? Besides her crazy subconscious, she ignored it and listened.

"..but sooner I had realized the same thing. I was paid to assasinate known rich criminals back in my world, you see. And at night, they were all in one place. In the arms of a woman in bed before I kill them."

Sakura felt disgusted. She didn't want to hear anymore, but she couldn't make herself leave or even interrupt. A part of her wanted to listen. A part of her wanted to understand this broken man.

"Most of these women weren't marked by their fucking spouses and I spare some of them, yet they kill themselves anyway. Those pigs, even though they were killers too, they fought to protect their precious woman wrapped in silk, even if it costs their worthless lives..... So I had this theory about this powerful thing; love is weakness, it will kill you, or worst, both of you."
"That's a lame theory." The pinkette objected. "Love is strength."

"Well, we don't love each other but the mark will make sure both of us dies, so pretty much the same thing of what love does, right?"
"No. The mark is nothing compared to it. When you mark someone so they could die with you, they will never ever be willing. But if it's l-love, I would be willing to die with him. I would protect him with everything I can. He wouldn't be needing to mark me because I'd be ready to give up everything to him."

His obsidian jet black eyes left his blade already a while ago. Focusing on the misty pair of emeralds, he spoke nothing ill, nothing to object it.

Until Sakura realized what embarrassing things she had said, there was a moment of awkwardness in the room and she needs to leave as of the moment. It was indeed embarrassing, but what she had said was true.
"D-do you want me to remove the stain on your sword?"
He still haven't spoke, but nevertheless he had given it to her and he was alone in the room, astonished.

Blood stain linings were still visible in the blades, grabbing a sponge foamed with soap in the sink, she started scrubbing it to distract her poor drained mind. Little by little the stains were fading until it was completely gone. She started rinsing the blade but then he felt his presence like it blew cold air and accidentally cutted a small part of her index finger like it was some kind of paper cut. She whispered ow, in order not to be obvious about it.

Then she realized what happens to her, happens to him too.
"uh- sorry, I should've been more careful- ow." She mumbled and was completely taken by utter surprise when the Uchiha grabbed her small injured hand by the wrist. Now, she was facing him.

Finally, their eyes met, onyx to emeralds.

Her heartbeat could break her chest any moment now.

He breathed, "Yes, you should be more careful." He pulled her hand gently and guided her bleeding finger to trace his bottom lip, small tracks of blood was left on it and soon his tongue slowly reached for the velvet.

What- the- actual- fuck-

And she didn't how it all happened. His lips was on hers, and he boosted her up to sit in the sink, making her lips higher than his.

This would be sexual assault in her own home, the pinkette thought. Yet she felt... differently.
It was as if she was longing for this. Like she wanted it.

His tongue was as arrogant as he was for not asking for permission to enter her mouth, instead, it fought its way in and gladly asked hers to play.
She was so caught off with the heat- then she tasted his tongue with a little iron taste of blood from her finger. It should've felt disgusting. But Sakura was feeling.. sensual.

Their kiss broke, and both gasped for air. But not a second long, his lips was already back on track, tracing her jawline...to her neck... and her collarbone. He felt her grip tigthen on his hair, and thought how she liked it.
"S-Sasuke-" She moaned.

And that was it. He realized what he was doing.
He broke everything that connected with her physically. Their breathing was ragged and their eyes met half way. From her teary emerald orbs to the bloody red. His sharingan was activated by mistake. Shit.

With no words in exchange, the Uchiha left the pinkette alone in the kitchen, who was still assessing what just happened.

No matter how she convinced herself she didn't like it, she wanted more.

Why was she feeling this way?

Is she falling in love with him?