(a/n): I cannot describe with words how much I adore their sweet, colorful, meant-to-be love. Or.. maybe I can. :3

Disclaimer: I wish.

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles.

She wasn't sure when it had come about. One day, she reguarded him as nothing more than her goofy, over enthusiastic teammate; and the next, he was... well...

"O-oi, Sakura-chan? Is there something on my face?" The blonde boy stammered nervously, searching for a reflective surface upon which he could clear whatever blemish the pinkette was obviously entranced by. Calloused fingertips searched across his still semi-boyish features; he was blustering, now, tounge sticking out through his lips as he concentrated. They'd been training in a clearing just outside the border of Konoha since early that morning, and Naruto had long since abandoned his thick jacket, and the flimsy black wife beater.

Sakura could only stare, watching the muscles in his torso shifting as he stumbled around in worried circles, mumbling something about having dirt on his face, or food in his teeth, or... boogers.

Bright green eyes, previously glossed over, flashed indignantly. She dug her fingers through her bangs, shutting out his image behind her palm. "There isn't anything there, stupid." He ceased fussing, absorbing her stooped, irritated posture and laughing hesitantly. One of his lean, tanned arms reached up, tangling in the soft hairs on the back of his neck.

Her fingers spread, an emerald iris peeking between them. His body had retained a thin sheen of sweat along the dips of his muscles, giving them extra, unnecessary, glorious, definition.

She was far too distracted by his anatomy to notice that he'd begun talking again, and was now facing away from her, reaching his arms over his head in a stretch. He turned to face her, golden locks swaying with the motion and the faint breeze. When the only response she gave to his expectant gaze was a vacant stare, he prompted her again. "One more go, then head back?"

"Oh! Right, yes." She nodded a little too hastily, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered at his answering grin. She fixed her gloves, unable to keep from smiling back at him. The boy was infectious. "Remember, no holding back."

He brushed his thumb over his top lip, then gave her one of his cockiest - breathtaking - smiles, and clasped his hands together. "Kage bunshin!" A dozen blonde, shirtless, grinning boys were suddenly surrounding her, and she had to try extra hard to remember that they were having a fight, and it was no time to stand around ogling. Twirling out of the way as the first made it's move, she caught the tanned arm and spun him back the way he'd came, hurling it into a second Naruto.

They both disappeared in a puff of smoke, and two more rushed her. She ducked into the first, letting him roll over her back and out of the way. The second aimed a kick at her, which she caught and used to flip him head over heels. A well aimed punch sent three flying straight over the treetops, and after a couple minutes more, she stood alone in the empty space, brushing barely damp strands from her forehead. Emerald irises darted around, but there was no sign of the boy. She huffed, folding her fingers together to stretch her arms behind her. "Come out, come out, wherever you are.."

"Alright, then!"

"Wha-!" Two hands shot out, one grabbing both her wrists, and the other pressing a kunai knife against the small of her back. She twisted her head around, and there was his face, only inches from hers and wearing the most buoyant expression.

"Sakura-chan! I got you," he practically sang in a presumption of victory, though the sound cut short when she used his legs as a launching pad for jumping backwards over his head. He was more tenacious than she'd predicted, though, and his rough hands refused to release their hold on her dainty wrists. The resulting commotion was a mess, and she ended up flat on her back, with him hovering over her; apparently unsure whether to brace himself for a punch or giggle in triumph. He settled for nervous laugh - apparently brain function escaped him. Wouldn't a normal person have removed themselves from a deadly situation like this already? "S-sorry, Sakura-chan! At least.. uh, I.. um, I didn't totally fall on y--mph!"

His rambling died against her lips, yanked down by pale fingers that tangled in soft, messy golden hair. For a moment, he was completely immobilized, crystal blue eyes frozen wide. But she was pursuasive - not that he needed much of a push. Her hips lifted off the grass, forming her body against him. She heard his intake of breath as his mouth left hers, but only briefly, and then he was kissing her, and fire was everywhere.

Cautious hands trailed down her sides, lingering at her waist to pull her more firmly against himself. Hers left his hair, tracing down the muscles in his back, and then moved around to his chest, feeling every inch of warm, tanned skin. But, he was.. shaking? Pale lids fluttered open, meeting the gaze of beautiful, terrified blue eyes. Deep within the recesses of aqua, she could detect the excited spark of red, ready to step up and take over should the boy lose control. "But, you love Sas-"

She shook her head, cutting him off with a kiss, yet again. "Naruto," she corrected, when they parted to gasp for air. His eyebrows were still furrowed together in doubt, like maybe this was all just another dream he'd wake up from, and she'd hit him for even thinking such a thing. Well, then she'd just have to prove it. Toned legs wrapped snuggly around his waist, pressing against his private regions, and the boy let out a raspy groan. Sakura practically melted. Her palms pressed against either side of his neck, pulling his face back to hers.

"Re.." desperate search for air, "..Really?" She didn't feel like talking anymore, but damn him! He'd pressed her back against the ground, minimizing the percentage of contact between them.

"Yes," she growled, "You're the one I want." He stared uncertainly at her, and she took advantage of the silence to draw him close again.

"Wa-"

"Shut up, Naruto!"

She grabbed the waist of his pants, and pulled him flush against herself, rolling her hips against him with all the force gravity allowed.

This time, he listened.

Every chapter'll be a different little fluff story/oneshot; THEY PROBABLY WON'T ALL GET VERY DETAILED, THOUGH.
Got a problem with it, read somethin' else.