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Coffee

Sakura quirked her lips at the steaming dark liquid, eyes narrowed. How could one drink something to offending? Sasuke noticed her defensive stance, taking a long drag from his smoke.

"And you drink it?"

"Sorta, yeah."

"Why?"

"Keeps me awake."

"Isn't it hot?"

"Very."

"Then how?"

Sasuke sat at one of the cafe's outdoor tables, cup of coffee between him and the pinkette. Sasuke was trying to get her more acquainted with human life, and what was more human than coffee? Except, Sakura refused to even touch the cup after burning herself the first time. Sasuke suppressed many giggles to avoid her 'glare.' Sasuke lit a cigarette just to occupy himself. But this was surely more entertaining than television.

"You can sweeten it if you'd like." He offered, lifting the lid of the cup. He then scooted creams and sugars towards the simmering Goddess.

"But you do not sweeten yours?" She looked beyond adorable with her head tilted to the side, hair falling in waves down her shoulder.

"I don't like sweets." He reached over to brush her bangs back.

"I want to try it without sweet."

"Sure, it's hot."

Sakura took the warm cup and brought it to her lips. In a second, she was on her feet swearing in Arabic.

"I said it was hot."

"How can you drink magma like that?"

Sasuke did laugh this time, choking on smoke.

"It's not magma, dear. It's called coffee."

"Lies. I wish to have this banished from my sight."

"Let it cool and try again."

Sakura quirked her lips at the steaming dark liquid, eyes narrowed. How could one drink something to offending? Sasuke noticed her defensive stance, taking a long drag from his smoke. He exhaled heavily, gazing at the candy-eyed girl. Such a gorgeous girl without trying. Must be celestial magic.

Another minute or two, Sakura lifted the cup hesitantly. "Is it cooled?"

"Probably not." Sasuke leaned to take the cup and throw back a swig.

"Sorcery."

"Pardon?"

"You are a wizard. You drank that and did not feel pain."

"I'm just accustomed to it, Sakura."

"Lies."

Sasuke chuckled, waving for a waitress.

"May I get a cup of ice?"

"Sure!" He did not miss the flirty glint in her eye as she intentionally swung her long brown hair. He picked up her perfume, but it made his allergies act up. Sakura took it wrong.

"So she is pretty."

"No."

"She is."

"Sakura, no."

"If you insist." The barista brought a plastic cup full of ice, smiling at Sasuke. Sasuke mutter thanks and ignored her. Sakura laughed this time, having her partner shake his spikey head.

"What do you need with ice?"

Sasuke dumped some of his coffee into the cup and handed it to her. "There. Cooled."

Sasuke gave an award-winning smile, sipping on her now ice cup. He face was priceless when she realized it was not tasty at all.

"I do not like coffee your way."

"Sweetened it is."

Sakura watched as he pulled apart sugar packets and poured them into the drink with two white shots of liquid.

"It's cream." He picked up on her questioning glance. "It's sweet."

"Okay."

After stirring, he poured her coffee into the ice. "Here."

The Goddess inspected the drink before dunking a pink tongue onto the ice. She sipped slowly, not sure.

"Not sweet, but not as gross as yours."

"Want it sweeter?"

"No, no, it taste acceptable."

Next time, Sasuke would try iced tea. Maybe she'd like that one more.