Once again, the guy sighed and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. It's been about an hour and a half since he just lay there, but he still hasn't had a damn dream.
- What is it?! - Uchikha thought to himself.
- Saske-kun...
The guy turned his eyes on the girl lying next to him. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and her little hand was clenched in a fist and lying on the brunette's chest. Saske thought she woke up, but no, her eyes were still closed and her face reflected complete serenity.
- Sakura... - he could barely hear it on the exhalation so as not to wake her up.
- Since when, Haruno, can't I sleep because of you?
The teacher thought about what had happened between them that night. He remembered her puffy soft lips, which he kissed with such passion, her timid sighs, which later grew into loud passionate groans, her smoothly swinginging towards his thigh ... and her happy, sparkling eyes when he made her his.
Sasquet shaken his head slightly, repelling the pleasant memories. He just wanted to decide what he felt, what he wanted and what would happen next.
He carefully climbed out of Sakura's warm embrace and approached the window.
It was the middle of the night, and there wasn't a single artificial light source - just a huge disk of the moon. The light from it fell on Uchikhu's nakedness, who was completely immersed in his thoughts.
He did not feel the overwhelming love, thrill of the abdomen and other feelings accompanying the high feeling, but he was grateful to her. I am grateful for her boundless care, for her warm and tender smile, for her faith, support and, of course, for Sakura's love, and I did not even need to talk about it: Saske felt it in her gaze, voice, touch, but it was very pleasant, even though he always kept silent in response. But perhaps what Uchikha was most grateful to her was that he no longer felt alone - not now. Tonight, on their first night, she shared with him all his sorrows, thoughts and accumulated pain.
He didn't want to open up to her, didn't want to hang the burden of his problems on other people's shoulders, but she looked him in the eyes so sincerely and with such faith as if she saw a deity in him, not a former apostate, whom everyone thought he was... and he surrendered. That night they were very pure before each other: she gave him her innocence, and in return he gave her his soul forever. He opened up. He said a lot about how he felt, what was troubling and what kept him from falling. She listened attentively, sometimes covering her mouth with her palm, so as not to make a sound of the horror he had experienced, so as not to accidentally frighten her away. By the end of the story, he had his nose in her chest and cried. Without a single sound. With her nose in his hair, Sakura stroked Saska carefully over her head and shoulders, calming her. He didn't want her to see his weakness, but it was even better: now they both knew it would be different.
As she continued to look at the sky, Uchikha was so out of it that he did not notice Sakura getting out of bed and approaching him, getting behind him. He only woke up when he felt her cool hands lying on his wide chest and her tidy little nose touched his shoulder.
Sasquet couldn't remember how long they'd stood there," he thought of her and them again. He felt that now he had someone to fight for and be strong for again, someone to protect.
