Chapter Three
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I woke up to four very different sensations.
One the incredible soreness between my legs, two the delicious smell of breakfast in the air, three a dull ache in my head and four, a distant feeling that something wonderful, yet terrible had happened.
Brushing my tangly hair out of my eyes, I sat up and glanced around, ignoring my throbbing head.
The first thing I noticed was that I was completely naked.
The second thing I noticed was that I was not at home.
And the third thing I noticed was that this was Sasuke’s bedroom.
Oh ********.
It was then that all the memories of the night before rushed back to me- every embrace, every single touch, every single kiss, and every last jolt of pleasure.
What was I thinking?
Oh, that’s right- there had been very little thinking involved.
Pulling the sheets around me, so that my private bits were no longer exposed, I carefully crawled out of bed and attempted to walk into the adjoining bathroom.
Big mistake.
Every fiber of my being hurt, from my head down to my toes. What the hell did I drink last night? And why couldn’t Sasuke be a little gentler? Feeling more than a little irritated, I ignored my discomfiture and managed to make it into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
The hot water felt delicious against my aching muscles.
Lifting my head up under the strong spray, I reached for Sasuke’s shampoo. It was meant for men, but it would have to do. Besides that, a little part of me liked smelling like him. That part of me was the part that was still in love with him, and in no way regretted the events of the night before.
The other part of me, however, was livid.
And it was that part he saw when I came downstairs, dressed in a pair of his clean black boxers (removed from his cupboard), and one of his hoodies, which was of course, huge on me.
He was standing in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Yes, surprisingly domestic for such a hardened b*****d. But Sasuke was like that- always full of surprises. When we’d first started going out, I’d been very careful, expecting him to turn around and hurt me as soon as possible- after all, he was the type of guy who was always roaming, a notorious playboy/womanizer/whatever one wished to call it.
But he hadn’t.
Falling in love with him had taken next to no effort at all. He was an introvert but one that didn’t mind sharing things with me. I had been able to discover how much he hated sweet things (which was why he always had his coffee black, with no sugar), and how much he hated messes. He was a clean freak, neat by nature.
I’d found it cute, when we first started dating. Everything about him had fascinated me back then, from the fact that he was a pretty decent cook, down to his messed up relationship with his family who’d walked out on him. Or had he walked out on them? It was hard to tell.
All I actually knew was that Sasuke was from some ridiculously wealthy noble family from old Kyoto. Something had happened with them when he was younger, and they’d sent him off to boarding school in Tokyo.
That’s where we had met. It was around the same time Sasuke stopped accepting money from his parents. I remember him telling me he didn’t need it anymore. The university he was going to had sent him a scholarship after all, and he had two jobs to pay the bills for his apartment and other expenses.
“Hungry?”
That single word, uttered in his bored, lazy style brought me back from my reminiscing.
I glared at him. Why did he have to be so damn gorgeous?
He was leaning against the marble counter, holding a spatula, and dressed in nothing but a pair of black cotton pajama pants. The fact that he was shirtless was also very distracting. Was it fair for one man to be so outrageously sexy?
“I hate you.”
Sasuke smirked. “Never would have guessed it from your behavior last night. Eggs?”
I sat down at the table, grumpily, too tired to argue even when he packed my plate high with eggs, sausages and toast. A second later I had more food than I could finish right in front of me, along with a glass of orange juice and some coffee.
As I lifted my fork to start eating, I realized he hadn’t sat down yet. Glancing up, I found him watching me, a serious expression on his face. “What?”
“You look good in my clothes.”
I rolled my eyes at him, and speared a sausage with my fork. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
He fixed me with a disbelieving look.
I decided not to say anything, and concentrated on eating as fast as I could so that I could just get home and forget all about what happened.
“Still mad at me?”
Was it my imagination, or did he sound a little more hurt than amused? I couldn’t tell. Sasuke always made it so hard for people to read him.
I put my fork down, and returned his gaze. “I hope you realize last night was a mistake.”
He folded his arms across his chest, dark eyes blazing. “I have no regrets.”
I shook my head. Why did he have to make things so complicated? This thing- whatever it was we shared- couldn’t work. I couldn’t just forget about the past. Why couldn’t he get it?
“Sasuke-,” I began, but he cut me off.
“I know what you’ll say and I don’t want to hear it, Sakura. I know I ******** up before, and I’m sorry about that-.”
It was my turn to interrupt him. Suddenly, all the emotions I’d been holding in came rushing out and I found myself yelling at him. “It’s not about just ******** up! It’s not about kissing that girl, or being drunk or any of that! You could have just apologized then Sasuke! You could have just found me, and asked me to forgive you! I was hurting, but I would have listened later! I wanted you back when I wasn’t so angry anymore, but you avoided me! You chose her, instead!”
I was nearly blinded by tears now, so I didn’t see him until he had his arms around me, holding me tight. I tried in vain to push him away, but the more I struggled the closer he held me.
I had no idea how long we stood there, locked in each other’s embrace- locked in a dysfunctional relationship- but it seemed like forever, and yet only a few moments.
At last, I looked up.
I had no more tears left to cry.
Sasuke’s hands were in my hair, on my cheeks, lifting up my chin. His words, when they came, were spoken in a hoarse, almost strangled voice. “I didn’t know that.”
And somehow I believed him.
After all, he had never lied to me.
Ever.
He bent a little, and pressed his lips to my forehead in a chaste, affection kiss. And then I realized that I wasn’t, in fact, all cried out.
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Ino fixed me with a pair of wide, shinning blue eyes. “So how was he?”
“That’s a very crude question, you know.”
The blonde laughed, and flipped her long, silky hair over her shoulder carelessly. “I know, but you’re still going to answer.”
I grinned at her. “You know me well. It was amazing- he was amazing.” I couldn’t help but slyly add: “As usual.”
We were in my living room, sprawled on the carpeted floor with a few cushions, sharing a tub of ice cream and watching Desperate Housewives. Or rather- we had been watching Desperate Housewives, until Ino started questioning me about why I hadn’t picked up my phone at all yesterday.
“Really? Details please. Now.”
I helped myself to a spoonful of cookies & cream and giggled. “That’s all I’m telling you. You can use your imagination for anything else, although I don’t see why. The fact that I can barely walk straight should tell you everything you need to know.”
She laughed. “Great stamina, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
She looked impressed. “Damn.”
“Exactly.”
“So what now?”
I cocked my head to one side, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Are you two back together?”
“I don’t know.”
“What? You ******** each other’s brains out, and then you walk away from that without any idea of where your relationship stands?”
I shrugged. “It’s not important.”
“Does Sasuke think it is?”
“I don’t know.” I felt myself starting to blush. “We didn’t really do a lot of talking afterwards.”
Ino rolled her eyes. “You were there the whole day yesterday, as well as parts of the other night! Don’t tell me you were doing it that whole time.”
I turned three different shades of red. “Well- mostly. It's been a while, and besides, I didn’t want to think about anything. Speaking of the other night, where’d you get off to?”
“I was drunk, and I bumped into Shika.” She didn’t sound too pleased.
“And?”
“And I behaved like a complete whore.”
“How?”
“If I told you I raped him, that wouldn’t be a far stretch of the imagination.”
I laughed. “Oh my God, what did you do?”
She shrugged. “Let’s just say, bathroom stalls are not very comfortable places.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I wish I was.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Wasn’t it good?”
She shot me a ‘don’t-be-stupid’ look. “It was great. I didn’t plan on sleeping with him though. Actually, the plan was to go there and make him jealous.”
Suddenly, I was more than a little suspicious. “Wait a minute- did you know Sasuke would be there?”
Ino refused to meet my gaze. “I thought he probably wouldn’t show up.”
“Ino!”
“Well, so what if I did? You got to release some of your frustrations, didn’t you? And now you’re much happier.”
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling slightly irritated with her. “Still, next time a word of warning would be nice.”
The blonde shrugged. “Whatever. I just hope you used protection.”
It was like someone had splashed a glass of icy water over me.
I froze.
Protection.
I wasn’t on the pill.
I didn’t have a boyfriend anymore so there was no reason for it.
Sasuke hadn’t used a condom.
He probably assumed I was on the pill.
s**t.
I wasn’t ready to be a mother.
I couldn’t afford to be a mother.
I needed to speak to Sasuke.
Now.
(PREVIEW OF CHAPTER FOUR AS THANKS TO MY SUPERAWESOMESUPERSEXY REVIEWERS): -
I was sitting on the lid of the toilet seat, frustrated beyond belief, while Sasuke showed me the range of birth control kits he’d bought earlier, calmly explaining how each worked.
Why was he being so difficult?
“Sasuke-,” I began, hating how whiny my voice sounded.
He looked over at me, suddenly very serious. “Don’t even think about it, Sakura.”
“But it would solve our problem!”
He was sitting on the rim of the bathtub, but now he stood up to tower over me even more. “That’s not the kind of solution I want.”
Was that anger in his voice?
“What about what I want? I’m not ready to be a mother!”
“We don’t know if you’re pregnant yet.”
“That’s why I should just take the morning-after pill and forget this entire situation.”
Sasuke didn’t look pleased. “You would kill our unborn child?”
He was being stubborn.
Stubborn and unfair, trying to guilt trip me into doing things his way.
Who would have thought Uchiha Sasuke, heartless b*****d and one time infamous playboy, would be so...- so eager, to become a father?
Mo0n-cHan:: ( OKAY, SO I HAVE ALL NOW BROKEN ALL KNOWN RECORDS. IN LESS THAN TWELVE HOURS, ANOTHER UPDATE! OF COURSE, I KNOW THAT THIS IS PARTLY BECAUSE OF THE INCREDIBLY ENCOURAGING REVIEWS THAT HAVE BEEN COMING IN, BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE I’M PROCRASTINATING. I’VE GOT EXAMS THE WEEK AFTER NEXT, AND YET I’M SPENDING MORE TIME ON THIS THAN STUDYING. WHICH OF COURSE MEANS, YOU MAY NOT GET ANOTHER UPDATE IN A WHILE. WHEN IT DOES COME THOUGH, IT SHALL ONLY REFLECT THE AMOUNT OF REVIEWS I GET. DRAMA RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER- AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WANT TO KNOW IF SASUKE AND SAKURA ARE TOGETHER NOW THE ANSWER IS..
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UNTIL NEXT TIME! xD)
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