Sleepwear Chapter 1: One Bed
"Super spies? Is that really what we're doing on a mission like this?" A familiar loud-mouthed ninja asked with a distasteful stare at his teammates.
"For the hundreth time, yes, Naruto! Geez!" The rosette once again fought her primitive urges to sock Naruto across the village.
The usually triumphant blonde once again slumped back into the wooden chair he sat in; arms folded in front of his chest and hands disappearing in his underarms, legs propped up absentmindedly on the round oak table with the sandpaper map draped over it. His face resumed to that kiddish pout- disapproving eyes scrunched together, cheeks puffed like balloons, and lips poked out as if swollen.
Honestly, he was always psyched to get a mission in the first place. The sun won't go down on Naruto's dissatisfaction, even if this is a B-ranked mission.
'A mission like this? Do they really expect me to cooperate if I have to be dressed as some stupid undercover agent?'
"I mean, what are we- the ANBU Black Ops!" he cried aloud. "What- do we gotta put on masks and funny outfits, too?"
"The mission requires us to disguise ourselves- so the theme is Business. We'll be dressed formally," Kakashi explained as casually as possible- he, too, was on edge with annoyance of Naruto's whinning, just like the old days. "And, Naruto, in case you don't know what 'formal' means, just put on your 'Sunday best,' as other nations would call it."
"Right," slurred Naruto as if that slightly piqued his interest. "O-kay, so what's the mission, again?"
Kakashi sighed into his hand, giving his head a slow shake as if praying, 'Would he please shut up?' Sakura, with teeth gritted into a low and seething growl, dug her nails into the side of the table so much that she snapped off chunks of it with ease.
"Sai, would you mind explaining it to Naruto. . .once again?" asked Kakashi to the smiling teammate, who wasn't quite an expert at a game of Who Can Get Pissed Off First.
Naruto's eyes squinted toward the boy who sat barely an inch away from him. Seriously, this guy was too close to Naruto for comfort. . .
'Look at him, givin' me that stupid-ass grin,' Naruto remarked mentally.
"Well, Naruto, we have to obtain secret documents. . .well, in secret. By dressing as upper-classmen and slipping into its up-to-date documentaries, we can easily gain access to Kingakure's top secrets to the Akatsuki, thus, getting us closer to finding Sasuke. We'll walk to the nearest hotel across the bridge, as we should be getting there by sundown, and procede from there. Get it?" Sai spoke with that tender, never-angry voice of his. Much to Naruto's headache and skin nerves.
"Yeah, yeah. It's all figured out," Naruto grumbled, standing to his feet.
"Oh, Naruto," added Sai, looking up at the blonde.
"Hmm?"
"Did I tell you that your balls look much smaller from down here?"
Now, Naruto felt the annoyance at a personal level as his teammates, especially to the cocky one that was still smiling.
"You know what! Come 'ere, ya smirkin' wise guy!" yelled the blushing blonde with fists. . .balled. . .up, Sakura wrapping her arms over his chest to draw him back, shouting that the boys had better stop before both their faces became a part of the ground.
'Students,' Kakashi thought. 'Gotta love the teenage ones. . .'
=X=
Crossing halfway through the wide wooden bridge was delayed when aggravation and fatigue overwhelmed two members of Team 7.
"These suits are so damned itchy!" screeched Naruto as he stopped to try to reach over his shoulder and claw at his upper back- the most impossible and unfortunately the itchiest part of Naruto's spruced-up body. His black overcoat was shedded as he tried to pull his arm back behind him to his white dress shirt, but the rash was still out of reach.
Sakura, painted dark red in a sleeveless, long-trained dress and jewelry, tripped over a stray rock in the bridge pathway and cursed soundlessly, her ankles on fire. "Can't say I'm not also hurt," she agreed drowsily as she pulled off the tight ruby heels and stopped to kneed some energy back into her weary walkers.
"Hey, you two, no slowing down," ordered Kakashi, who was cleaned up in a steel-gray-and-white suit. "We should be reaching the hotel soon."
Sakura sighed and leaned against the bridge's wooden rail. "Good. . .Are we gonna be crashing there for the night? My feet are killing m-"
"You'll have time to rest soon, now let's go." Kakashi then muttered to Sai, who matched his walking pace, "Any way to speed them up?"
"With pleasure," Sai answered, as if reading Kakashi's mind, dressed in a silky all-black suit. "Hey, Sakura?"
"What?" she shouted a few feet away.
"You know, I'm starting to think that red dress of yours looks really ugly on you."
Kakashi hadn't expected that to get Sakura to go faster. And without her shoes, which she'd shoved into Naruto's hands, she'd seemed to get closer by the second.
"You'd better RUN!" Sakura screamed as she charged towards Sai.
"One more," Sai said towards Kakashi before breaking into a sprint, "Hey, Naruto! Your balls are even smaller from this distance!"
Naruto's tiny but high-volumed voice echoed Sakura's: "Say that again and you'll really wish you had small balls!"
=X=
Around the corner of the hotel, a disturbed Kakashi, panting and enraged Sakura and Naruto, and a bruised-faced, grinning Sai discussed the plan: Crash for tonight and rendezvous at the same spot at five in the morning sharp. With the acceptance of a "slightly" late Kakashi, Sakura and Naruto fed their sensei daggers, those in which Kakashi swore, "I'll be here at 4:30, deal?"
"We'll split up," whispered Kakashi as they awaited their turn to book rooms. "Naruto and Sakura; Sai: you and me."
"Y-You mean. . .We'll have to. . ." Naruto gulped, "share rooms?" A scarlet stain was creeping along his cheeks as he shyly glanced at his female teammate, who quirked an eyebrow dauntlessly.
"Only if there aren't enough single rooms," Kakashi hissed and quieted Naruto's further questionings as they were next in line. A lanky male with dark hair and a curly mustache secured the doorway and asked Kakashi, "Service to which you desire?"
"Ah, yes. . ." Kakashi mused, "Four single bedrooms, please."
"Ohh, so sorry," the man responded with a dramatic crouch of his body, "Only two remain. You have to order a double with that one, sir."
"Alright, fine by me," Kakashi answered, ignoring Naruto's wordless mutterings of disapproval and shakes of his head and hands.
"Where are you four from?" the man asked skepticallly.
"Heh-heh, that's a good one!" Naruto began as his three teammates gave him shocked eyes. "We're from-"
Sakura clapped her hand over Naruto's mouth with a sinking grip- it was for sure to leave a mark around his lips. 'Secret, dumbass!' her eyes seemed to imply.
"Oh, we're from the east. Just moved," quickly compensated Kakashi. "We weren't quite sure what the village was called, but we're getting to it. Right, team?" He turned to his students, especially Naruto, giving him a dark expression from under his mask.
"Well, in that case, good luck. . .And enjoy your stay." The man handed Kakashi three room keys, giving one to Sakura as they headed in; to Naruto's luck, Sakura immediately began chewing him out with how their cover was almost blown due to his retardation.
In the quiet hall, Kakashi ordered lights out as they opened their rooms, signing to Naruto and Sakura, '5:00, be there.'
=X=
Naruto turned on the dim light as Sakura closed the auto-locked door. Taking off his shoes and socks, he stepped across the soft peachy carpet and sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts raining down on his nervousness.
'I'm sharing a room. . .with Sakura-chan? 'He shivered timidly, exciting himself by lightly bouncing on the bed.
Suddenly, Sakura's fist rammed into the door, a deep dent appearing, and Naruto jumped higher in alarm, close to hitting the ceiling.
"S-Sakura-chan? What's-"
"You slick bastard, Kakashi-sensei!" Sakura hissed into the door, turning swiftly to the blonde. "Just look at what he's making me do!" She threw her arms out in protest.
"Eh? This room is pretty nice to me-"
"It's not that! It's what we're sleeping in!" She pointed to the bed.
The bed.
A bed.
One bed.
Oh, Kami. . .
From his forehead to his neck, Naruto was beet red.
'I'msleepingwithSakura-chan, I'msleepingwithSakura-chan, I'msleepingwithSakura-chan!' With each chant, Naruto felt redder on his face, harder somewhere else. . .
"Please tell me you're sleeping on the floor."
"Huh?" Naruto's inner self ceased its errotic thoughts as he met his partner's begging emerald eyes. "Erm. . .In case you haven't noticed, chasing Sai gave me quite a backache."
Sakura's eyebrows creased into a V. "Don't think I'm aching, too? Come on, Naruto: be a man!"
"I am a man," Naruto whined, his cheeks starting to flush again.
"Then let me have the bed."
Naruto thought about it. He spread his body over the comforter as if making a snow angel, propping his head on one of the giant marshmallows. "Nope!"
"You selfish prick!" She neared the bed and took one of Naruto's arms, attempting to drag him to the floor, but Naruto rebelled as he gripped his free hand over the cedar headrest.
His voice lowered in volume with each break in it. "I said you couldn't have the bed. . .I didn't say you couldn't. . .y'know. . ." He whispered, "sh-share it. . ."
"Do what, now?" She lowered her ear closer to Naruto.
"Share the bed," Naruto whispered in her ear. His warm breath immediately sent a chill down Sakura's spine.
"Seriously? You idiot. Are you. . ." She chuckled to herself. "You little pervert."
"I'm not like that Pervy Sage, Sakura-chan. Really!" He sat up and pulled Sakura's wrist to seat her next to him. "One time won't kill ya, right? It's not like we'll. . .do anything. . ." Honestly, his face will melt if it turns this red again.
Uncertainty flashed in her irises for only a moment before she closed them, and with a sigh, she answered, "This is only happening one time. Clear?" She fought a scream as she grinded her teeth together.
"Clear as a bell, Sakura-chan," he agreed with a goofy grin, recalling the last time she said she'd only do something once, yet she did so again. . .when she almost fed him ramen when he suffered a broken arm.
Sakura lifted herself from the bed and cut off the lights; Naruto was confused for a second, but Sakura muttered, "You can find your pajamas in the dark."
Once the two were clothed in comfy sleepwear for the night (to which it spent almost twenty minutes for Naruto to change his shorts from backwards and inside out), Sakura took the side nearest to the door, leaving Naruto the wall and window side, and they drifted to sleep.
=X=
What a more pleasant wakeup call than the piggish little grunts emitted from a snore only Naruto could posess.
Dawn's orange light seeped through the crevaces of the blinds, tickling Sakura's eyelids. She rolled in the bed and noticed the covers had been flung off her body - Naruto, that. . .cover-hog! - and she blushed at the fact that his face was right in hers. She bit her tongue to fight back a shriek, not wanting to wake Naruto - then again, why would she care? If she weren't half-asleep, she'd scream him awake. But. . .He looked kind of cute, his eyelids blissful, hair spikes touseled, a dribble of drool streaming from his lips and staining the pillowcase.
'Dammit, wake up!'she shouted inside and tightly pinched her forearm, causing her to bolt herself into a seating position. "Shit, that hurt," she croaked, condemning her brute strength slightly.
Crystal blue eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the bright light outside. They turned quietly to the sitting backside of Sakura. Not dressed in pajamas. Oh no. Dressed in a simple, spaghetti-strapped light-green tank. . .and soft white panties.
'S-Sweet Kami. . .'
Maybe it was the way she stretched her arms behind her neck: left arm making a ninety-degree angle toward her right arm vertically stretched high, her left hand cupping around her rippleless elbow. Perhaps it was how her tank tended to lift from her lower back, unclothing hairless, vanilla skin and a fascinating dip as she groaned. No, it had to be the way she crouched down to touch her toes and work out any more back kinks, her underwear - Naruto licked his lips numerous times - detruded from the lowest part of her back, allowing the blonde to drink the sight of the crease in her ass.
'Oo-hoo, cutie booty!'
He couldn't help it: he was a pervert. A curious one, at that.
The upward crinkle of his lips could was practically audible - probably why she turned her head sharply to her side.
'Shit! She probably saw me. . .'In a panic pickle, Naruto quickly shut his eyes and pretended to let sleep retake him.
But to his luck, she'd only turned to the clock. 5:10 AM. Crap - they'd missed curfew!
"Naruto!" she shouted barely an inch from his ear, shocking and springing the "asleep" Naruto up.
"H-Hey, morning, Sakura-chan," muttered Naruto, who still acted as Mr. Sleepyhead as he stretched and groaned.
"We missed curfew, get up!" She was already out of bed and digging in her bag for last night's attire.
Sitting up, and with a grimace, Naruto asked, "Sakura-chan, did you sleep in your underwear?"
She glowered in his direction, ceased her clothes-gathering, and punched Naruto atop his head. "Why are you asking that, you sicko?"
"Blame my...oww...half-sleepiness," he admitted, grinning with his head down for a moment, but Sakura didn't buy it.
"Yes, I did," she continued to answer. "Is that a problem?"
As Naruto was rubbing his head, he swung his legs over the bed so his feet touched the floor. Sakura turned to him and her eyes lowered across his frontal body.
He'd slept in boxers. . .and no shirt. And . .was Sakura drooling just now?
Maybe it was the way he woke himself and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes: his fist rolling under one eye,then the next, his head turning away, the other hand wiping away the damp drool near his chin. Perhaps it was his stout chest: his nipples looked soft and untouched, his chest was forming a four pack at most. No, it had to be the way that seemed to remain unnoticed inside his dark blue boxers.
'Sai's right: where is it?' Up and down her eyes traveled about his pelvis, searching for a specific. . .bulge. . .of some sort. And the naive blonde fails to notice her naughty action.
"Naruto, you're telling me. . .Did you sleep in your underwear?"
Naruto looks up, smirks, and tells her, "Yeah. . .I did. Is it a problem?"
Now he was getting smart? Sakura lightly blushes at this. She resumes to pick up her clothes and grumbles, "It's no big deal."
Naruto stood up from the bed. "Alri-gyaa!"
Sakura's bottle of cherry-scented lotion on the floor catches Naruto's foot and he trips, landing completely on top of Sakura, who drops her pile of clothes as she crashes to the floor with him. Their noses ram each other and their lips. . swiftly, lightly brush one another. With blushes so strong, they outmatched the sun, Naruto broke the airy kiss and rolled onto his back to give his teammate some space.
Without further questions, Sakura stuffs her clothes in her hands and rushes to the bathroom inside the room.
"Y-You'd better be dressed by the time I get out," she orders without turning her back and shuts the door.
Naruto takes a minute to look up at the ceiling and flops his body back along the bed. Sakura slides herself to a seat on the tile bathroom floor behind the door.
'Kami . .' both the teens think. 'I didn't notice. . .how hot you actually are.'
T B C . ..
A/N: the idea came to me late at night while I was sleeping; I had to write it the next day! About the mission. . .*ahem* I didn't want to get in depth with a mission, I know the idea makes no sense, but don't flame! Enjoy and R&R!
~pink