Fix You

Eight

Silence was something both Sasuke and Y/n both found comfortable with. No words were needed to convey the emotions they both had developed for each other, content with the simple actions that spoke louder than words.

     Y/n was comfortable sitting on the counter, watching as Sasuke cooked with a glass of chardonnay in her hand. The focused look on the ravenette’s face was beautiful to her, making her smirk to herself as she kicked his him lightly, “something on your mind, Duckbutt?”

    Grunting, Sasuke continued his work with a stern look, “my father wants to see your work… The meeting today was over advertising, and like an idiot, I brought up using an independent artist.”

    Frowning, Y/n’s eyes fell to her glass, “you thought I would want to do it for the money?”

    Sasuke froze, looking up to glare at his lover with a stern and serious look, “I want you to do it because I think it would be good for you, Baka. I don't believe that you can just ‘drop’ your love of art because of some asshole.” Sighing as his attention turned back to the stove, Sasuke frowned, “besides, it was Itachi that brought your name up. Father is now demanding that I try to get you to sign a contract if he likes your work.”

“And if I don't sign?”

   “Then Madara takes over the project. He proposed last week that we use Akatsuki Advertising. They're good, but getting involved with that company is… bad news. Advertising is just a cover to their actual activities,” he stated boredly.

   Guilt pricked at Y/n, who was biting her lip as she swirled her wine around in her glass. Sasuke meant the world go her, and the thought of him losing such an important project because of her cowardice stung deeply.

     He worked hard, sometimes shown through the slight dark circles beneath his eyes. He was physically worn out, but still managed to wake up to comfort her in the middle of the night. He was the one who was altering his life to accommodate her. Hell, she was living in his apartment for free.

    Setting her glass down, Y/n slipped off the counter, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her face was buried into his back as she pressed her lips against his shoulder, “I’ll do it.”

     Frowning, Sasuke moved the pan from the burner, turned it off, and turned to face her. His large hands cupped her face gently, letting his thumbs skim over the smooth surface of her cheek, “you don't have to do anything if you're not ready, Baka.”

       Smiling weakly, y/n boldly leaned up, capturing Sasuke's lips in a gentle kiss that sent both their hearts racing. The soft sigh that escaped her lips set the ravenette’s blood on fire as longing and excitement rushed through him. He had waited so long to be able to kiss her that he was almost afraid of taking things too far.

      When the kiss finally broke, Y/n smiled as Sasuke's forehead rested against hers, “you do so much for me, Duckbutt. I can do this for you. Let me do this for you.”

        Smirking, Sasuke leaned in, kissing her once more as his arms embraced her, “if you do this, do it for you. Buy the studio, and do what I know will make you happy.”

      Y/n huffed, biting her lip as she tried to imagine what life could be like if she did manage to have a gallery of her own. Walls filled with paintings and sketches made by her own hands. Sculptures of clay and wire on podiums to fill empty floor space for the public to admire. Galas held to bring her work to the public eye.

“what happens when I have to money to move out? I'm sure you miss your privacy, Sasuke.”

    A dark look clouded the ravenette’s obsidian eyes as his hold on her tightened, “tch. You don't seriously expect me to want you to move out after everything, do you?”

     Y/n gave him a mischievous grin, sliding her hands up his torso and making him tense, “and if I did move out?”

    He smirked  moving his arms around her waist his lips moving to skin down the side of her cheek lowering to her neck hearing the hitch of breath that escaped her.”Then I would have to do some convincing to get you to stay…”

      Blushing as a gasp escaped her, Y/n bit back a smile as Sasuke teased her skin. His every touch was soft, loving, and careful to stay within the bounds he believed she would be comfortable with. Kissing him seemed to awaken a more primal need within them both.

       His lips and tongue were magic against her skin, adding the occasional nip of his teeth just to hear her moan softly. Her fingers were in his hair, holding him against her, “Sasuke…”

     The man holding her chuckled darkly, running his tongue along her skin until he was able to reach her lips again, “I like the way that sounds, Baka… but if we don't stop now, I don't think I could control myself with you.”

     Y/n, finding it hard to catch her bearings, bit her lip nervously, “a-and if I don't want to to control yourself?”

    Grinning, Sasuke chuckled as he kissed her forehead, “hn. Then when the time comes, I'll give you what you want…. But for now, you're still healing. I won't do what he did, and take advantage of you.”

“You wouldn’t be-”

“I would, Baka. Rushing into something you're not ready for would make me just as bad as him. I've only just gotten to kiss you. I don't want to ruin all the progress you’ve made,” he stated, brushing her hair away from her face.

      The look of disappointment in her eyes pleased him, telling him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The way her body fit is felt so perfect, making curse with the knowledge that he could've easily been able to touch and taste every inch of her if he would have continued. His imagination was rampant with images of how she would look, laying naked and writhing  beneath him as he took his time on her.

     Smirking, Sasuke held her chin with his finger, making her blush as his hungry gaze held hers, “don’t think I don't want to, Baka. Finally getting a taste of your lips only left me wanting more. Land this deal, and I'll make sure to reward you."

"And if I don't?"

He smirked, leaning in and nipping her neck teasingly, "then I'll just have to punish you."