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[ The Uchiha district has gotten a lot smaller in the years following the massacre. The village began expanding into it not too long ago, leaving a small area to the clan's name as both an homage and memorial to the fallen innocents. Within that small area, only two households are actually occupied by anyone. After Sakura gave birth to Sasuke's child, it was suggested she move there so that the child could have a connection to her heritage while her father was away. The other estate belongs to Uchiha Obito, a man branded a criminal and traitor by the village. The only reason he hasn't been locked away in a high security prison forever is because of his active part in ending the war... (that he started) and saving humanity -- or else, that's the reason the Hokage gave for his decision. Most are aware that Obito was given special exemption because of his relationship with Kakashi. Of course, other factors played into it, but that was the main one.

Of course, that doesn't mean Obito is a completely free man by any means. An agreement had been arranged between the Hokage and his advisers that Obito would be confined to the boundaries of Uchiha property, unless otherwise temporarily overruled (when the village needed his special abilities) or when in the company of a few select shinobi. Sakura being one of them.

Sakura had been kind to him before, more so than anyone else, but she had always approached him with a degree of caution. He thought it would always be like that, up until the point wherein she got pregnant. She moved to the district shortly after, an area that most didn't like to visit because of Obito's constant presence. This is what had drawn Obito and Sakura closer, since he visited her the most out of anyone during the nine months she was mostly rendered ... ineffective. Her friends were busy with work and missions, and Sasuke had decided to do some traveling before she was due to give birth, so that left her stuck at home most of the time unless she went out of her way to visit the clinic. Obito would accompany her then, offering to do most of the grunt work and leave the technical stuff to her. There were times he felt concern over how hard she worked.

Sasuke came back home in time for the birth of Sarada. He stayed for a few months before getting restless(?) and departing on another journey that would benefit Konoha's intel. Obito then took it upon himself to help Sakura out during the days her friends were unable to, visiting frequently. Since he didn't have a job, he didn't really have anything else to do. He had to learn how to change diapers and prepare baby meals, but it wasn't a process that he took long to get used to. He soon took to the role of taking care of Sarada and grew attached to the little Uchiha... She was his kin, after all. But he also grew attached to Sakura, becoming especially fond and protective of her.

He earns her trust enough that she lets him babysit the child when she is called back to the clinic or asked to take missions, but she seems to prefer staying home with her daughter when she can't take her to the clinic with her. During these first few years of the child's life, it is especially important for her to form a relationship with her parents, so he understands why she would. By the time she turns two, Sarada had learned to walk, which was both wonderful and disastrous. She gets into things when she can, but with two highly-trained shinobi around, she never gets too deep into trouble. Obito often wonders when Sasuke would show up again, since it's already been over a year since he's been gone.

The days get shorter as fall quickly approaches and by the time Obito visits Sakura's estate today, it's already dark. He hadn't been able to come by because he'd been waiting on his order from one of the only stores that would sell to him, which arrived late. With the shipment, came a few gifts he'd gotten for Sakura and Sarada. A bouquet of flowers for Sakura, because she mentioned liking this particular flower before, and a new stuffed animal for Sarada (she had a lot of those, she's spoiled).

When he arrives at the back porch of the house, he knocks first and opens the door, stepping in quietly in case Sarada had already been put to bed (or a nap, that girl never slept a whole eight hours straight). He has a big of rice cakes hanging from his arm, and his gifts held beneath the other. ]

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[ He hears the words, but somehow his mind seems to keep them at a distance. It is received as a faint recognition, which causes his reaction to be delayed. His lips part as his jaw hangs, eyes widening so slowly that it almost comes off as comedic.

It's then that his organs lurch, body tensing and going frigid as a prickle of sensation crawls up the length of his spine. The contrasting emotion is so uncomfortable that it makes him restless. He's never considered... love to be possible for him, to be shared with someone he doesn't even deserve to be in the company of. It's as shocking as it is euphoric, though, and he can't help but succumb to the churning deep in his chest. He looks at her with slight panic in his eyes, confusion twisting his expression. ] What? With me?

[ the shock and panic on his face is easy to read. maybe she was being too subtle for him before... here she'd been thinking she was doing an awful job at being subtle and worrying she would ruin things. ]

Yes, with you. [ she reaches out with damp fingers to brush some of his hair off his forehead and then cup his cheek. ] You've done some awful things, I can't deny that. But you're repenting. Atoning. You're a good man when you let yourself be. It wasn't hard to fall for the person who's been my friend and constant support.

[ her team has always been there, of course. but they've had lives and missions over the past two years and change. obito has been there for her quite literally whenever she's needs him. he's a good friend, and almost as good as a second parent to sarada with how involved he is in her life. really, it should almost have been expected that this would happen.

but it's a shock to him. and it doesn't seem like a completely good one. ]

Like I said, I can drop it and pretend this never happened if that's what you want. [ her expression shows just how much she doesn't want that to happen. now that it's out in the open, she wants it to stay that way. wants their relationship to progress. but for sarada's sake, she'll be willing to let it go. ]

[ "Some awful things" is definitely an understatement. It's because of him that Sarada is without a family. She doesn't know that, does she? It almost seems like he's been deceiving her all this time, being gentle and patient and kind. That's not who he is, even if that's who he wants to be. He's been trying to move away from his past, but as time goes on, it seems to strengthen its hold on him. He's tied down to it, immersed in it.

He doesn't want to drag her down. Sakura, who is so beautiful, sweet, and smart, so much like Rin yet so different, has a long, happy life ahead of her. A life with Sarada. To share that life with him, well, it'd be a waste.

But he's a selfish man. He always has been and always will. If he were any different, he would have graciously allowed his life to end, but instead he's hanging onto what little he has left, Sakura being among them.

His tears dried up long ago, but he still gets urges to cry. They come and go, causing his throat to swell and his eyes to burn when things are too quiet, when he's spent too much time in his own head. Sometimes he wants to cry when he looks at Sarada.

He feels happy. It's a lot like feeling sad.

His eyes seem to unfocus as she holds his stare, cheek pulling away from the palm of her hand as he adjusts against the tub, gripping the edge with his free hand. He leans forward, trying to press his face against the damp skin of her neck. ]

[ she lets him. if he needs a moment, needs this, she's more than willing to give it to him. curling her arms around him, sakura lets her eyes fall closed.

she knows what he's done. maybe not everything, but most of it. between going through kakashi's files, talking with sasuke before she moved to the uchiha lands, and getting an earful from ino, sakura has a very good idea of the atrocities he's committed. she loves him despite that. maybe ( probably ) she's too forgiving. but she thinks of how she almost killed sasuke, thinks of all the people ( men, women, children ) she's killed on missions, and wonders if she can really judge some of the things he's done. he killed people she knew. but every person whose life she's ended has had friends. family. their world and morality is complex. she's not sure she'll ever be able to untangle all her thoughts about it but that's okay.

arms tightening around obito, sakura presses a kiss to the side of his head. ] Obito, [ her voice is hushed, barely more than a whisper, ] Talk to me. Tell me this is okay.

[ He's never known the touch of a mother. He has known the touch of Rin. It was always gentle, soft, and comforting -- he noticed a long time ago that Sakura's was similar. The nature of the touch was always platonic, a show of caring. This embrace Sakura gives him, he can't quite sense the difference, but he melts into it regardless. His hand raises from the edge of the tub to dip into the water, dragging over the sharp edge of her hip and around it as he presses a desperate kiss against her throat. ]

Don't let me do this. You deserve better than what I can give you.

[ his lips meet her neck and sakura inhales sharply--not quite a gasp, but an audible reaction to match the shiver down her spine. how long has it been since she's been touched like this? since she's had more than naruto's occasional hugs to fulfill her craving for physical contact? too long. ]

You don't get to decide what I deserve.

[ sakura tilts her head back, giving obito access to more of her throat. it should go against her every instinct, and she can't help the flash of thought that reminds her she's making herself vulnerable, but it feels like the right thing to do. ]

I'm choosing you. [ her hand tightens in his hair, pulling just a little. ] I want you.

[ His mouth is soft against her skin as he takes his time covering her pulse with wordless promises and declarations of his devotion. He can feel her blood thrumming faintly against his lips as he draws a path down and over her shoulder, kissing at her clavicle. There's a gentleness in his touch that is entirely reminiscent of the way he'd handle both her and Sarada. Caution would the best way to describe his approach to this, but there's an underlying note of yearning. His mouth runs dry at her words, finding them more arousing than sweet. The hand that had wrapped around her waist runs over her spine, brushing over the small of her back as he coaxes her to rise on her knees. He does the same, keeping his back bowed as he seals their mouths together for the briefest of moments.

It barely lasts long enough for him to savour the texture of her lips. He bumps his brow against his forehead once he's parted away from her, shutting his eyes as he tries to suppress the adrenaline spiking in his veins. ]

You want me... [ He murmurs lowly. ] You can't be teasing me again, can you?

[ it's been a long time since anyone has touched her like this. obito's kisses reaffirm for sakura her decision to choose him. because it was a choice. she could have kept silent, could have let the feelings fade. but then she would've missed out on feeling his yearning and his cautious fingers.

the kiss he presses to her lips is much too short, but kneeling half out of the water does interesting things to her body. half of her is freezing and the other half is deliciously warm as she presses herself a little closer to him. ]

No, I'm not teasing. [ fingertips ghost over his scars, his bottom lip. she leans in to kiss him softly, then again. her arms lower until she can snake her chilled hands under his shirt. ] Take this off and join me. I told you there's room for two.

[ and there is. one of the reasons sakura chose this house was the oversized bathtub. ]

[ Heat spreads through his face as a familiar sensation of arousal churns inside the pit of his stomach. Her fingers are like ice against the right side of his back, encouraging that uncomfortable stab of adrenaline rising through his very core. Excitement hurts, as does pretty much everything else, but it feels good, if a little foreign. He slowly allows their lips to join in a longer lasting kiss, slipping the occasional touch of the tongue as he moves his head at a slant to reach deeper. His hands are busy roaming over her body, dragging over the outsides of her thighs and running between to lightly touch the sensitive flesh there. It's all exploratory, but there's a teasing element to the way his fingers deftly stroke over her pelvis, stopping just above the heat between her legs.

He can't part from her now, not when they're kissing like this. He never considered his mouth to be very sensitive, but somehow kissing is enough to make him get painfully hard. Well, he's also touching her, but still. ]

[ this wasn't exactly what she was thinking of when she decided she'd be okay with bedding obito tonight. but she can't exactly complain when his hands are sliding over her skin like that. at least, not until they dance just above where she wants them most, where she can feel herself getting wet and aching for his touch. here she'd been hoping this would be more satisfying than the nights spent riding her own hand and muffling her moans with her pillow.

sakura makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat, biting at obito's lower lip. her fingers splay across his back for a moment before rucking his shirt up. she pulls back from the kiss just long enough to say, ] Off, [ and give it a good tug. then she kisses him again, a lingering thing, because she can't resist.

it's hard to tear her self away from his mouth for longer than that, but she does, panting slightly as she eyes him. ] Here or the bed?

[ The sink of teeth in his lip elicits a heavy exhale as he presses closer to return the gesture, though it's more of a graze than anything. His hands move over her hips, gripping what he can fill in his palms as he mouths more desperately at her lips, pushing closer to feel her breasts up against his chest. The cloth of his shirt gets soaked in the process, but...

At the question, he feels his mind bluescreen. ] Uh... [ Oh wow. She's going to let him put it in? His eyes seem to fog over with a daze as he pulls back to regard her expression. ]

[ as much as she doesn't want to tease him, sakura can't help but giggle at his dazed expression. it's just too cute. ]

Bed, then. [ she takes advantage of his stupor to disentangle herself and stand up. bending down to open the drain is a very deliberate movement, complete with heated look over her shoulder. with sasuke, she never tried to seduce him. but she knows the basics of how this should work. it feels a little silly, but it's worth a try, if only to see if she can fluster obito more.

as the water swirls around her ankles, sakura leans over to press another heated kiss to his lips. she can't get enough of him. ]

[ Well, fluster him she does, because the eyes she makes at him is received with barely any grace. He reels a bit, but is quick to recover when she she rears up to kiss him. He breaks the kiss off into a series of smooches, steadying her with a hand cupping the side of her face. ]

The bed, then... [ He repeats her words a bit stupidly, murmuring against her lips as he raises to his feet. ]

[ the floor isn't something sakura is too worried about, so she doesn't reach for a towel as she steps out of the bathtub. instead, she reaches for him, pushing herself up on her tippy toes so she can kiss his jaw. it gets both his clothes and the floor wet, but that's alright. they'll dry.

taking his hand, sakura leads him to her bedroom. unlike the rest of the house, her room is sparsely furnished. a large bed, a desk with a few files on it, and her dresser are the only things occupying it. she's wondered in the past if she shouldn't decorate it more. but she's glad now that she never bought a footboard. it makes it easier to push obito onto the mattress and straddle him.

her lips find his again. fingers tangle in his hair, and she rolls her hips against his. ] Touch me, [ she says between kisses. ] I want you, [ another quick kiss ] To do the things, [ kiss ] You've only ever dreamed about. That okay with you?

[ she's not expecting a no...... ]

[ For an experienced man such as himself, this is ... more than enough to blow his mind. All the affection she gives him continues to be met with part-disbelief, but he easily melts away into her touch, follows her to the bedroom as if he were in a trance.

He'd stepped into this room so often during the past few years, but he always held the place she slept in as sacred and did his best to avoid having to invade that part of her privacy. Now, she is eagerly inviting him into it, pushing him past the boundary that separated friend and family from lover. He can barely comprehend the reality of the situation.

She pushes him, and he matches the motion seamlessly, falling to the mattress in a controlled manner that is so shinobi-like. His hands are on her before she can even get on top of him, running over her sides and arms for a bit of leverage as she rocks down against his budding erection. He sighs deeply at the pressure of her hips moving against him as it elicits a shock of pain and pleasure. Her words serve to fluster him more, but he's too dazed to actually be totally affected. He simply nods as his next breath is pulled in with a sharp intake.

He will try to roll them over, but there's no force behind his movements. ]

[ the fact that his hands are on her just as quickly as she's on him reinforces her notion that this was a good idea. she rolls over onto her back with the slightest prompting, grinning widely as she stretches out in the sheets. they're her good ones. she'd maybe be planning on a little personal time after her bath since she wouldn't have to quiet herself.

but this is better. ]

[ The grin is met with a smile of his own, though his is much more subdued, fond. He holds himself above her, displaying his weight to his arms as he brushes her damp bangs from her face. ]

You want me to touch you... Is there anything else you want?

[ 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.]

Make love to me.

[ His fingers run through the wet locks of her hair, features softening at her request. For all his inexperience, he's surprisingly calm, though he always is, isn't he?Her words are passionate but chaste, making it difficult for him to be anything but the same. He drops his weight onto her, shielding her away from the chilled air ghosting over her still damp skin for a brief moment as he covers her mouth with his own. It's a desperate, crushing kiss, which only grows more heated as he raises up on his knees, withdrawing just enough to begin disrobing above her. ]

[ this... this is the reaction she'd been looking for when she was still in the bath. the passion, the intensity, the way she can feel him against her and above her, encompassing her in his warmth. it's brilliant and intoxicating.

the second his clothes start coming off, she's touching bare skin. slightly cold fingertips brush across his skin as sakura revels in the moment. she gently scratches her fingernails over the divide between his skin and the false flesh, just to see what he does, as her teeth sink into his lower lip. he'd liked that before, hadn't he? ]

[ His lip yield to the pull of her teeth, sighing in appreciation over the sensation of her nails raking over his chest. The touch elicits sparks that dance along the join, fed by a spike in his chakra levels -- a natural response to the adrenaline starting to make his head spin. Through the fog of his lust, he throws caution to the wind and lets his hands explore, skimming over scars both old and new. His fingers find their way to her breasts, filling his palms as he squeezes and brushes the pads of his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. His pants are loose, loose enough that his cock can stand, fully erect against the cloth. His thighs tighten against the pain thrumming through his lower abdomen, spreading knotted pleasure through his lower body.

She's still cold. Her breasts are wet against his calloused palms, but only his left hand carries enough heat to begin warming her skin. His right is as cool as her own skin, despite being completely dry. He lowers down against her to press their bodies flush together as he fits his hips between her thighs. ]

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[ temperature play wasn't something sakura had ever thought about before. but the contrast of obito's warm, natural hand and the coolness of the other is all kinds of interesting. she arches up into his touch, wanting more. touching her own breasts has always felt a little odd but this--this she really likes.

almost as much as she likes the feeling of his hardness pressed against her. she rocks up into him, spreading her legs so she can angle things just so. the fabric of his pants is the perfect kind of roughness against her skin as she repeats the motion. a moan catches in her throat--his name spoken against his lips. ]

[ He's so stiff against her as her hips come up to rub against his own. The dull ache of his arousal spikes into a sharper kind, spurring a low groan to bubble out from the back of his throat. She's absolutely hot there, between her legs, while the rest of her body is cold and damp. The contrasting sensations is dizzying, pushing him further into a lustful daze as he begins to uninhibitedly grind into her, pinning her pelvis against the bed. His hips drive between her thighs with bruising force as his hand comes up to push against the base of her spine, forcing her into an arch. He bends down to run his tongue over her breasts, latching onto one of the pebbled nipples with a hard suck. His free hand, meanwhile, drops down to her side, smoothing over her backside and her thigh as he seeks purchase against her flesh. He lifts her hips to keep their bodies joined, to let her feel how hard and aching he is against her own arousal. ]

[ dizzying really is the best way to describe the way he makes her feel. it's been so long since sakura's had anything but her own two hands that everything obito does is almost overwhelming. in a good way. the best way, really.

his mouth on her breast makes her cry out, hips twitching upwards in little half-thrusts. she can't quite manage anything more than that with the way he's pinned her, but she doesn't really mind. being surrounded with nothing to focus on other than the way he's touching her, the feel of his hardness against her... that's what she wants. what she's been craving.

her fingers drag down his back, nails digging into his skin just a little, until she can shove at the waistband of his pants. ] Off. [ it's little more than a heavy exhale. she can't seem to catch her breath. ] Want to feel you.

[ He'd be lying if he told himself that he hadn't thought of this. He had, many times, until he could actually catch his mind wandering in that direction. Touching her like this, now, is completely surreal and borderline euphoric. His breath comes in short, shallow pants against her skin as he draws open-mouthed kisses down the middle of her chest, reaching her stomach. Her skin is taut, growing flushed and warm beneath his lips as his fingers reach between their bodies to find her wetness. They delve between her folds as she pleads with him, hard fingertips flicking over sensitive flesh as they swipe upward. The wetness is thick against his fingers as they sink into her, stretching the tight muscles as they clench around the first set of knuckles.

He gently drops her back to the bed to withdraw his hips, his cock twitching madly with desire before it begins to succumb to the brimming pain tightening his thighs. ]

I can't... [ He breathes against her jawline, opting to crush their mouths together instead of explaining exactly why he's refusing. ]

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