the label: Would you still love me
the owner: thefreakwithrice
the lovers: Sasuke & Sakura
the dedication: For Gabbeh, 'cause I promised her :P
the inspiration: Ladies and gentlepeople, it's called boredom. Especially when you're hundreds of miles from home, stranded in a desert.
the disclaimer: Please, I'm not creative enough to own Naruto.
the thoughts: Yay, this hotel has internet! At least I can survive now. This one-shot is very short. Well, duhrr... And it's fluffy. Yes, very fluffy.

And if you will go vote on my poll, it'll be very helpful, thanks. Especially for someone as unorganized as I :)

"Sasuke-kun..."

"Hm?" Sasuke exhaled deeply, resting his head on the pink haired girl's lap. The nice weather outside wasn't helping him concentrate, and Sakura's gentle fingers running through his hair didn't help much either.

"Would you still love me even when I grow old and wrinkly?" One of his eyes opened to look up at her as she rested her head against the wide trunk behind her. They sat in the shade of the massive tree in the training grounds.

"Mm." He answered, not really wanting to go into detail.

"Even when my boobs get all-" He glared, warning her to finish her sentence. "Never mind."

"Sasuke-kun, would you still love me if I get mad and jealous at every little thing?" She continued, much to his slight discomfort. All the while she kept her large emerald eyes on the scenery around them, purposely avoiding eye contact.

"...hm."

She didn't seem to mind his one-syllable replies at that moment, which somewhat pleased him.

"How about if my forehead stays huge?"

He sighed, slightly annoyed. "Your forehead is fine, Sakura." Anything to shut her up so he could enjoy this blissful moment. Her lap felt incredibly comfy.

"If I get fat?"

"Aa."

"If I get lots of zits?"

"Yes."

"How about if I PMS?"

"Mm."

"...Especially when-- IF I get get pregnant?"

He grunted.

"Would you still love me if I die before you...?"

"... From what?"

Her eyebrows raised and she shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh, I don't know, disease, old age, on a mission...etc."

He sighed and thought. "You're a medic, you'll be alright... And you're not that weak."

She smiled down at him, and for the first time since they sat and rested, looked him in the eye.

"Would you-"

He sat up then and looked at her with intensity. "Why the questions?"

Sakura looked away again. "Just wondering... Anyway, last question, 'kay?"

He gave in and closed his eyes, urging her to continue.

"Sasuke-kun..." She slipped a cosmos flower around his finger and tied the stem. He stared at it with interest while she took his hand in hers. With a blush and a playful grin she asked, "Will you marry me?"

"Hn." She frowned at this.

"What's that supposed to mean, you single-syllabic bastard?" She demanded with a pout.

He smirked at her. "Do you even need to ask?"

A/N: Hohoho, I thought this would a cute little one-shot.

And if you're reading this, this is for you, GABBEH!

I know, it's short. It was planned as so. And yes, Sakura was the one to ask (: Not sure if it was supposed to be a serious question or not. Haha, strange, considering I wrote it, right? Well, use your imagination, people!

And take your time to tell me what you think (: