Of Armor and Pink Petals

Chapter 25

Diclaimer: I do not own Naruto

When the sun peaked in her bedroom between the curtains, Sakura sighed, facing the other way. Warm arms wrapped around her, pulling her back where she previously was. Her eyes opened when soft lips found her neck and a pleased sigh left her. Chuckling, she faced the man that was laying behind her. His features were soft, and his crimson eyes held so many emotions that her breath hitched. Remembering their night made a deep blush stain her cheeks. Sakura cleared her throat, eyes peeking from under her eyelashes.

"Good morning..." Her shy voice made him smirk. His hand was caressing her naked back gently when he smiled fully to her.

"A good morning indeed." Bending forward, Tobirama kissed her lips tenderly. Keeping his head close, his voice came out as a soft whisper. "How do you feel?" He was happy to see her awake and peaceful, but he could not help but wonder if their activities made her aches worst. He had been focused on many other things to worry about her healed wounds yesterday.

Slowly stretching like a cat against him, she winced when her muscles protested slightly. At this point, she could not tell if the pain was coming from her battle from yesterday or from their love making sessions... Shrugging, she met his eyes.

"A little sore, but otherwise, I am fine." Planting a kiss on Tobirama's lips, Sakura rolled to the end of the bed.

Getting on her feet, she shivered when the morning air caressed her naked body and rapidly grabbed the midnight blue shirt in her dresser. Facing him, she took a moment to appreciate the sight he made. Sitting, leaning back on his hands, the blanket pooling around his hips... His perfect torso and his abdomen looked so inviting... and she knew that what he had under the covers was well worth it too! Smiling at the thought, she met his eyes and saw his hungry expression following her every movements, like he could read her thoughts. Oh yes, it was more than worth it... Putting on the shirt, she stretched again, still looking at him.

Tobirama was mesmerized. The way the morning light shone on her naked body had him in a trance when she left the bed, until she covered herself. He smirked inwardly, knowing she was not wearing anything under this shirt, which meant that it would be easy to... His train of thought stopped when she approached him and still standing, massaged his shoulders gently. Bending forward she captured his lips again and sighed happily before to pull back.

"I will make us some tea." Her voice was soft and hearing it, he grabbed her hand, slowly kissing her fingers before to let her go with some regrets. They had to get out of bed at some point... But after last night, he could never leave this room and be fine with it.

Tobirama watched her leave, staying in bed and wondering if the whole night had been a dream. Being naked in her bed, her sweet smell surrounding him, he knew it had been real. It happened and it had been amazing. He could still see her green eyes darkened as she reached the peak of pleasure. A delighted shiver went through him and smiling to himself, he sat up. Who would have known a few months back that they would have ended up this way? This close. This. Right here. That kind of morning was something he wanted.

Hearing the clattering of cups and utensils in the kitchen, Tobirama finally decided to leave the comfort of the bed, putting on his pants that were still slightly damp from his dip in the bath the night prior. Abandoning the idea of wearing his shirt that was still soaked on the floor, he walked to the door. Coming out of the bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sight waiting for him stole the breath out of his lungs.

Sakura was preparing tea, her mussed hair framing her face, her long and soft legs peeking out from under his shirt, the sun reflecting in her eyes, making them shine like a precious gem... She was humming a song he did not know, swaying her hips gently while pouring water into the teapot. Leaning on the doorframe, he just stared at her, trying to commit this image to his memory as best as he could.