The warm luscious breeze of the night blew in through the Uchiha manor's windows making the curtains sway as if dancing with the wind itself. The night was still young as a certain Mrs. Uchiha made her way up to the bedroom she shared with her precious Sasuke-Kun.
Dark charcoal eyes were fixed to the soft pink waves that cascaded down her back as Sakura carried on the nightly duties that women often preformed on their faces before they were satisfied enough to go to bed. Sasuke couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that his wife was paying more attention to her face then her husband.
He inched his way closer to her cosmetic table, somewhat satisfied that she was too occupied with herself in the mirror to notice his closeness. He whispered something seductively into her ear, making her flush. She turned toward him until their noses were barely touching.
Sakura was about to say something when a calloused finger was placed upon her lips, silencing her. The finger traced its way down her jaw line, in a flash, desirous lip were placed on hers, craving for attention. Just as Sakura was about to unbutton those irritating buttons on Sasuke's shirt, his hand stopped her while pulling away from the kiss. He was met by questioned yet needy eyes.
"Sakura, have you been eating my tomatoes?"