Sasuke's POV

I look down at my phone and sigh. I just finished my morning classes and I was going to pick up [Name] for a date, but yet again she canceled on me. This time it's through a text and not a phone call.

It's not fair that her job takes so much of her time that she can't spend a single day with me. It's been two weeks since I've seen her, and I hate it. I absolutely fucking hate not seeing her. Especially when Naruto tells me about all the fantastic dates he goes on with Alexa.

"It's not fair," I say aloud as I shove my phone back into my pocket.

"What's not fair?"

Upon hearing another voice, I turn to see Ino standing there. She flips her hair behind her shoulder and rests her hand on her hip. As much as I don't want to, I spill everything about my relationship.

"[Name] keeps canceling our dates just because she has to go to work, and as much as I support her I can't help but feel so alone," I confess, feeling better now that it's off my chest. Ino chuckles and pats my back.

"Sounds like you're lovesick," she says. "Can hardly last a day without seeing your precious girlfriend."

"I haven't seen her in two weeks," I state, crossing my arms over my chest. "I just want to know when I can see her."

"Yikes, that sucks."

Ino leans a little closer to take a look at my face. "What's the long face for? Did she skip out on you today?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah. Now I have nothing to do and I have to cancel my reservation at the restaurant we were supposed to eat at tonight."

Ino shrugs casually. "I'll hang out with you if you want," she offers. "If not, then I'll go on my merry way."

There's a strong urge in me that wants to hang out with her since I can't afford to be alone and girlfriendless another night. But there's also another part of me that tells me not to do it. I don't listen to the latter.

"Yeah sure, that way I don't have to cancel my reservation."

...

"Babe I promise I'll see you next week," I hear [Name] cry over the receiver and I just let out a long sigh. "I know I know, I said that last week but this time I really mean it! I asked my boss if I could have Tuesday off."

"[Name], no. Don't you remember? I said Wednesday not Tuesday," I say, pinching the bridge of my nose while I correct her.

"Oops," she mutters. "And you'll be studying that day won't you?"

I don't respond because she already knows the answer. She groans, clearly frustrated.

"Baby," I say in the softest voice. "Baby, when... when can I see you?"

Next week I promise. I can already see the answer, and I wait patiently for her to say those words.

"Next week, I swear on it, okay?" She says, her voice almost sounding desperate. "I know I say that all the time, but I'll spend the entire week with you if I have to."

"Yeah, next week," I mock. My anger shines brilliantly in my words. "That'll be four entire weeks of not seeing you. A whole month of not seeing my girlfriend."

I hear her scoff and I know she's ready to bite back. "Look Sasuke, I'm sorry that our schedules can't line up for one single fucking day but how do you think I feel?"

I don't answer since I'm too bitter to respond. There's a number of emotions that are swirling in my chest right now, some of which I can't identify. I feel completely miserable.

"Sasuke, I miss you," she pouts. "I miss you so much and I'm sorry that I'm a complete idiot for messing up our date plans all the time."

Her words pull at my heartstrings, and I feel guilty for being mad at her. There's a deep yearning in my heart to catch a small glimpse of her, to hold her and kiss her. I can't last a month without seeing my girl.

I press the phone closer to my ear and whisper once again, "Baby, when can I see you?"

...

[Name] tells me to come over once she's done with work, promising me that she won't fall asleep from exhaustion. I immediately drive over to her house since I'm in such a rush to see her.

I knock on the door, and it opens to show my beautiful girl standing in front of me. She looks dead tired though.

"You look like shit," I blurt out, and she just glares at me.

"Did you want to hang out with me or not?" She snaps. "I will close this door on you."

"No no! I want to see my baby," I say pushing my way inside her house. She closes the door behind me and takes me to the living room. She sits me down on the floor and settles herself between my legs. Her back presses up against my chest once I hug her close.

The TV burns into her retinas as she shovels chips into her mouth. I don't pay attention to the TV, my entire focus is on her.

"You know," she starts, shifting her hips to make herself more comfortable. "You can come over whenever you want once I'm done with work, and if you want to, you can come see me at my job."

I rest my chin on her shoulder, her hair tickles the side of my face. "Really?"

She nods. "I know I can't come visit you while you're in your classes, but you can see me at work or late at night... that's if you want to."

I hum and smile at her offer. "I thought your dad hated me, so that's why I don't come over as often as I'd like."

[Name] giggles and shoves another handful of chips in her mouth. "He doesn't hate you Sasuke. He just doesn't want me having sex any time soon, well actually not until I move out of this place."

I hum again, thinking about her moving in with me. I think about her sleeping in the same bed as me, and sharing the same kitchen. I think about our simple domestic life where I get to see her all the time.

"Baby."

[Name] acknowledges the pet name with a hum. She turns her head towards me slightly, but her eyes are glued to the TV.

"On the days that I study, you can come over to my house to see me."

She unsticks herself from the TV to give me a look full of fondness. She turns around so she's fully facing me.

"Really?"

I nod, running a hand up her thigh. "Yeah, I want to see you more. And if that means you coming over while I study, then so be it."

She smiles at me, but it soon turns into a smirk as she leans in to kiss me. Oh, how I've waited to kiss her again. Her lips are soft and warm against my own. She kisses me slowly, savoring the feel of this short kiss.

All too soon, she pulls away. Her lips are centimeters from my own. [Name] hesitates but ultimately pulls back. She turns back around to turn up the TV with the remote.

[Name] looks at me from over her shoulder and smirks at me again. With a finger pointing at the TV, she says, "It's so my parents don't hear us down here."

She faces me once again and helps me shed off my jacket. Of course, I wore something comfortable when coming over to her house, and herself is dressed in pajamas.

She straddles my waist and pulls me into an open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues come out to greet one another and tangle themselves together. [Name] moans when I grab her hips to pull her closer. She slides her hands up my biceps - my muscles naturally flex underneath her touch - and find their way into my hair. She gives my black locks a playful tug and I grunt at the feeling.

I pull away to study her face, a trail of saliva connecting our lips. Her breath has become heavier, and her eyes are half-lidded. She looks good enough to eat.

I lay her gently on the floor and place myself between her legs. She stares up at me, giving me a look that says: "What are you gonna do to me?"

I place my hand on her stomach, slowly pushing up her shirt. "Submit to me, let me make you feel good," I say softly as I feel her skin against my hand.

"I don't want my parents to hear us," she says, cupping my cheek.

I lean down and press kisses along her jaw, my hand finally reaches her bra. I need this skin to skin contact. I'd go insane if I had to wait another week just to touch my own girlfriend.

"Sasuke," she gasps out once I bite down on her neck.

"I want to get my fill of you before I don't see you for another week or two," I purr as my hand maneuvers under her bra.

She moans and allows me to ravage her in kisses that night.

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