Skirts and Shirts
Rated T
One-Shot
Written by Turqcoyce
"How about we make this interesting."
Sakura sat across from Kiba at the table, shuffling the cards in her hand.
"How?" Kiba asked as he watched the cards fly between her hands.
"A bet" she replied simply.
"Sounds good." His eyes connected with hers. "What for?"
She stopped shuffling and raised an eyebrow seductively. "Skirts and shirts."
He sat back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head. "Skirts and shirts? Didn't you just go shopping with Ino? And how does that benefit me? I don't want any more clothes, I-"
"Would you shut up and listen?" She rolled her eyes. "What I mean, is that our clothing is on the line…"
"Ok," he smirked. "I think I know where you're going with this."
She smiled and started shuffling again. "If I win, you take off my clothes. If you win, I take off your clothes."
The bet seemed a little backwards, but he would agree. If it involved them getting naked, he encouraged it greatly.
"I'm in." He nodded.
"Good." She quit shuffling and dealt the cards. "Hit or stay?"
He looked at his cards. An 8 of clubs and a 5 of diamonds. She had a pair of queens. "Hit me."
The king of spades landed in front of him.
"Bust," she said happily as she collected the cards and dealt again.
He managed to win a hand occasionally, but Sakura wiped the floor with him. She beat him fair and square. He didn't like to lose, but in this case, he won no matter who won the card game. If he won, she'd take off his clothes and if she won, he'd take off her clothes. Well, he lost and was ready to take off her clothes.
"Looks like I lost," he shrugged. "Guess I'll have to take off your clothes now." He went to her side and placed a kiss on her neck then reached for the zipper on her shirt. "Let me help you out of those."
She slapped his hand away, "What are you doing?"
He straightened up and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm taking off your clothes? Remember? I lost, so I take off your clothes."
Sakura raised an eyebrow in question. Then realization struck. And she laughed. Loudly. "You thought I was talking about sex?"
At this point, he was a little embarrassed and flustered. "What else could you possibly mean by 'take my clothes off'? It's an obvious invitation for sex."
She shook her head as she continued to laugh. She reached under the table and placed a laundry basket on the table. "Clothes were on the line, both figuratively and literally." She pointed at the window. In their back yard was a clothesline littered with her skirts and his shirts. "You lost so you have to take my skirts and your shirts off of the clothesline." She continued to laugh at his misunderstanding.
He groaned in frustration as he snatched the laundry basket off of the table. He didn't like being fooled.
Sakura stood and ruffled his hair before placing a kiss on his lips. "You should hurry. I have to start another load, and I'll need the clothes we're currently wearing."
He grinned at the thought. "Does that mean sex this time?"
She shrugged. "We'll both be naked, so who knows? I may feel the need to oblige."
"I feel the need right now." He reached for the hem of her shirt and she smacked his hand away again.
She pointed to the clothesline again. "Just take off my clothes already," she teased. She gave him a knowing smile and walked into their bedroom.
Within minutes, their clothes were off the line, and folded in the laundry basket… as well as crumpled in a pile on the bedroom floor, waiting to be washed in the next load of laundry.