disclaimer: the usual Charlie. and please put olives in the martini.
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polka dots
sasusaku
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Left. Right. Left. Right. And round the circle.
The rough and thick spears brushed over the brilliant white calcium filled tissues of varying density and hardness. She flashed a foam full smile to her reflection and continued the routine. She was taught before anything she had to brush her teeth, which she was doing, when she can figure out what exactly did a man do in her bedroom and how much did she drink so he ended up there in a first place.
When you don't make your mind think about complicated things and just focus on the basics; life is easier.
For sure she knew one thing though, she was in her own apartment. Because he followed the rules, she figured, first sleepover always happens in the woman's house; easier to court her this way; the familiar environment does not distract her as if his apartment would have, Sakura wouldn't spend quarter of an hour just analyzing his private space for the signs of ex-girlfriend's possessions.
Elegant finger pressed the 'On' button on the silver radio and music blasted into her ears. She heard somewhere that when you turn on a song and switch it to a full volume, when it is unbearably loud the flow of words just push out any possible thoughts out of your head.
—it was nothing but a quick think
kids games, kiss chase, just a quick fling
now i'm hoping you never go missing
now i'm telling you, you can hold this ring, watch how it glistens—
She turned in a circle dancing to the unfamiliar song and because of a slight booze hangover from the party last night her mind did not clearly process the fact that her hips were doing a humping movement, along with the quirky swung of the said hips to the sides that reminded her of a more faster version of a hula dance.
Because of the loud music in the room which walls were painted eggshell she didn't hear raspy voice, like a sound of dry autumn leaves then they break into crisps, in the hall behind the thick wooden door. "Damn it dobe, this is the last time I let you stay at my place. Why? Because how many times did I tell you—!"
The door swung open revealing half naked Sasuke—with a cell phone in his hand—in his grey sleeping pants that hung dangerously low at his hips, "—not to use the coffee machine, I swear if you use toilet paper as a fertilizer again—" his eyes closed and long fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Jghsuytjihkjokju?" Uchiha opened his left eye curiously, why the heck did Naruto spoke something odd with a weird girly voice? And didn't he speak with the idiot just on the phone?
Before him stood very oblivious Sakura who rocked her hips in a slow motion in the rhythm of the song. Bony and long pale legs bare stood on green painted toes and moved in a less complicated style than waltz. He would have called her naked if she didn't wear a see through white top with no room for imagination but plenty for firm weight of her breasts and crimson red thongs with a pattern consisting series of white dots that are equally spaced and sized.
First thought that came to his mind was, nice butt.
Second thought did not form nor did Sasuke's mind had time to recover because his ears heard a faint sound of click! as Sakura's tooth brush fell out of her gaping mouth and his hand automatically stretched out to the radio and on the—
—when all i really wanted was to have some fun
now im losing my head, im telling you one thing
you're number one—
—note the song died.
This is going to be awkward.
8D
I think there should be a prequel to this one. and yes, it's not supposed to make sense.
Prompt via review. There will be various parings and I will write anything.
.rumour-kun.
