Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Sasuke knew what his wife wanted him to do. She had always had that expression on her face at those occasions. That adorable blush and that little, shy smile. It was totally irresistible. The way she avoided eye contact with him in slight embarrassment almost made him give her the thing she craved for. But he had to hold back his primal instincts – they were not alone after all.
He felt their daughters' curious eyes on them. On the previous day, she asked what kind of connection Sakura and he had between each other – and he did not want to take her that deep into it. He had no idea what kinds of consequences a kiss might have had in her psyche. She was only twelve for god's sake! So, he took a deep breath and turned around with a quick goodbye.
As he was walking away, he heard his wifes' disappointed whine from behind. He squeezed his lunch box tighter as a smile appeared on his face. He had no idea when could he spend some alone time with Sakura again, but teasing her was an activity which he would never get bored to do.