Title: Bake
Author: Mint Pizza Queen
Pairing: Sasuke and Naruto
Category: Humor / General
Rating/Warnings: PG
Words: 586 words
Summary: Sasuke looks good in an apron. Especially if it's Naruto's apron.
Notes: Where I work we are allowed to receive a work vest with large pockets or an apron. A friend that retired gave me her vest, and I wanted an apron. After 3 years of asking, I finally got the apron. And the sad thing was, I was more excited about writing this than about getting the damn apron! Oh the little things in life... Anyway, enjoy!
Sasuke, Naruto decided, looked damn good in an apron.
Especially in Naruto's bright orange apron.
The blond nodded appreciatively as the Uchiha bent over to inspect something in the oven, exposing his back end with an elegantly tied bow hovering around his lower back. The length of the apron cascaded down in the front, creating a curtain that blocked the view into the oven.
Traveling back to that bow though, eyes trained on it as it sat there teasingly. Sitting there all innocent and the like, calling for the blond to merely reach over and take one end of the string and giving it a swift tug...
"A-hem."
It was almost as if Sasuke had cracked a whip right at the tip of Naruto's nose. The blond flinched, eyes shooting up to narrowed dark ones that spoke volumes of annoyance and questioning motives. "Eh?"
"I was going to repeat my question, but I think I found my answer." The beautiful bow disappeared as the Uchiha turned around and leveled a glare, crossing his oven mitt clad hands in front of him defensively.
The orange apron was, in actuality, really ridiculous to see on Sasuke. Seeing pale skin, dark clothes, and a bright orange piece of fabric all on one figure, it was like looking at a fashion disaster mannequin in the mall windows. While critics cooed and crowed over it, intelligent common-folk would cock their heads and raise eyebrows in questioning the mere, well, sensibility of the combo.
Sasuke must have became uncomfortable under Naruto's drooling gaze because he suddenly tossed the mittens off without a second glance and reached behind to undo the bow that started it all. "I'm taking this off."
"No!" Naruto threw out a hand, as if by some mystical being a power would sprout from his fingertips that would stop the Uchiha from removing the beautiful item being criticized. "L-leave it on!"
"Why, so you can make fun of me some more?" Dark eyes narrowed as he glared death at Naruto. "I know what you're doing. You're imagining all the different things to tell that mutt-loving moron, or even that Hyuuga. Maybe even-"
Naruto made a loud noise that was the equivalent of a squawk. "Naaaah, Sasuke, I wouldn't do that!"
The look he received told him that Sasuke wasn't going to be believing him anytime soon.
Naruto smiled at him. "I smell something burning."
Almost instantaneously, the apron was forgotten as Sasuke fought to get the oven mitts back on and threw the oven door back open, fumbling around with whatever the hell it was he was making.
The blond nodded appreciatively at the sight of the bow that had slid down so that it rested just above Sasuke's ass. Bright orange fabric standing out like floured hand prints on recently cleaned black counter-tops.
Sasuke needs to come over and bake more often.