Blank-period sasusaku SHORT snippet. (Another first kiss idea.)
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She didn't know what happened.
It transpired too quickly.
The fight.
They claimed victory.
She was fueled by adrenaline.
Her companion looked so, so good with his clothing askew and small beads of sweat dampening the tips of his spiky locks. Dripping down the sculpted contours of his jaw; then lower—
She was embarrassed and so she began to ramble out an apology. "I... I-I'm so sorry, Sasuke-kun..."
"...Sakura." He stepped forward, she stepped back; hands raised.
"It was a momentary lapse in judgment, I swear!"
"...Sakura."
"I won't do it again... I won't—"
"Sakura! Look at me."
She gulped.
'Since when had he gotten so close...'
She felt her face heat, her heart rhythmic behind her rib cage as she stared up at him with wide eyes. When his hand moved behind her neck to pull her closer, their lips only an inch apart—
Her heart nearly stopped.
Time itself seemed to come to a standstill, as she gazed into his mismatched orbs. She gulped soundlessly when he bent forward to rest his forehead against her own; a hot breath fanning across her cheeks from his lips as he let it out slowly; his eyes closing simultaneously.
"Sakura... do it again. Please."
She licked her lips and reached up tentatively to grasp the front flaps of his cloak; holding him firmly against her torso. 'Well, since he's asking so nicely—'