Something bright and red shines in the light of the sun. It rolled around in pale hands begging to be eaten. Begging to have someone dig white teeth into its scarlet skin and have its juices poured into someone's mouth, and sucked down someone's throat. It shined in the sun, bright as blood, asking to be robbed of the shine and killed by stomach acids. It was a suicidal tomato.
And the pale hands holding it were not Sasuke's. They were Sakura's; and she was rolling it around in her palm, making it shinny and juicy. She was teasing him—with a tomato. With a fruit. With a vegetable. With a whatever-it-truly-was.
She smiled evilly and shinned it on her sleeve. "Sasuke," she grinned as she watched his eyes go wide with wanting—wanting a fruit, "do you want it? Do you want the tomato?"
Sasuke growled. "Hai."
"The tomato? This is what you want?" Sakura asked, her tone innocent as it could get. She held the red fruit up to the sky, letting the sunrays sparkle on the scarlet skin. Her lips, red as the tomato, parted. "The tomato? You want it, right?"
Sasuke, now more annoyed then ever, said, "Hai."
Sakura opened her mouth wide and held the tomato low over her lips. She grinned, tipping her head back. She bit it, letting the red juices go over her chin, dripping to the forest floor.
"Sakura," Sasuke warned.
"Oh," Sakura asked, looking distressed. "That was the tomato you wanted? You haven't had tomatoes in a while, have you?" She looked worried. "In—what?—six years? Since you left Kohona? Right?" Green eyes widened in faux worry. She was a good actress.
"Hai, Sakura, I want that tomato. No, I have not had tomatoes in six years." Sasuke was angry. He wanted the tomato. He wanted those juices that were falling to the floor to fall into his mouth. He wanted that blushing tomato.
"There are plenty tomato in Kohona," Sakura told him, taking another bite. Its red liquid squirted inches away from Sasuke's face. "You can have as many as you want there. But this one"—she bit it again—"this one's mine."
"I want that tomato."
Sakura smiled. "This tomato?" She said it as if they were foreign words.
"Hai. That one."
"I'll give you this tomato if you come to Kohona with me," Sakura told him, watching as his eyes widened in want. His eyes followed the red trail going down her chin.
"For a tomato?" Sasuke asked. Sakura nodded as the trail reached her collarbone. He took a few steps closer, putting an end to the distance separating him from his tomato. He followed the trail of juice down her body with both his mouth and his eyes. Anything for the taste of tomato. Sakura shivered under his mouth and moaned. It was the good kind of shivers. "That's a very good tasting tomato." Sasuke smirked at the effect he had on the pinkette, whose eyes had closed in the bliss of his tongue. "From Kohona?" Breathlessly, Sakura nodded. "Alright. I'll go." Kissing off the tomato juice Sakura still had on her mouth, Sasuke smirked. He had missed her.
A/N:
Just goes to show you, never tease Sasuke with a tomato, or you'll end up moaning.
Use that blue button to make me happy.