[ her grin softens to match his fondness. one of her hands comes up to rest on his chest, right above his heart. her own is thumping wildly against her ribcage. sakura knows what she wants. but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little nervous to ask for it. but nothing ventured, nothing gained. and his clear affection for her makes it easier for her to say it.]
no subject
Make love to me.