Title: Windex
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura, Kakashi/Sakura
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG-13
Warning/s: Innuendos
Summary: "My dad believed in two things: That Greeks should educate non Greeks about being Greek and every ailment from psoriasis to poison ivy can be cured with Windex."
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I profit from bending the characters to my every whim and having them do what I want.
Notes: The drabble fic Zelha requested! Prompt is "windex" from Kat. Summary is a quote from My Big Fat Greek Wedding because I'm the only loser who puts quotes in the summary that are not ever going to be uttered in the fic itself.
The clock struck six.
One
Kakashi looked at Sakura in another one of her cleaning splurges with an eye half-closed in boredom. The dining table is one lucky, lucky thing, he mused inwardly – and said table seemed to mock him when she suddenly bent over in that cute, little apron to run her rag over the center.
Two
Really, being jealous of tables was completely out of the option but with the way she pressed herself against the surface to reach every single untouched part…
Three
He followed the repetitious motions of her hands against the dusty brown top and his single visible eye drooped lower but for reasons other than boredom. Since when had the room become so enticingly hot…?
Four
A bead of sweat trickled down his temple and disappeared when it reached the edge of his mask.
Five
It is not prescribed for one's libido to think of Icha Icha, Sakura and tables at the same time, he concluded.
Six
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles.
Seven
Sakura ran a hand over her sweaty brow and was about to resume cleaning when an arm snaked around her waist and she was pressed against something hard and hot.
Eight
"You know what would make that table look better?" He whispered against her ear, his breath warm and deep and delicious.
Nine
She darted out a tongue to moisten her suddenly dry lips. "Oh? What do you think?"
Ten
"You."
Eleven
Oh no, I did not clean for nothing…! Sakura whipped around so quickly that Kakashi almost missed the motion. "I just cleaned that table and I'd be damned if it gets all dirty again!"
Twelve
Later, Sakura would find herself on top of the table with nothing but her cute, little apron on and half a bottle of Windex sprayed across her chest.
"As long as you clean it…" she groaned.
Cuckoo, cuckoo.