Meeting You Under Ugly Circumstances

Prompt: "You're the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me"

o1b. keying your car, part ii

This was bad. Real bad. Worse than her keying her landlord's car. Because that would only get her maybe a slap on the wrist and a hefty fine. It wouldn't cause her massive heart attack. Like the one she was having right this moment sitting in the living room with her bowl of Frosted Flakes.

Because someone sound the alarm. Uchiha Sasuke was shirtless. And it was only a Saturday. She had asked for Shirtless Sundays. Saturday was good enough.

It had only been two weeks since her landlord had decided to move in to the vacant bedroom on the first floor of her home. She was weirded out by the fact at first since he was a) her landlord b) too hot for the average Joe and c) she had keyed his car.

But surprisingly he was either more crazy or insane than she was because he didn't hold it against her. He didn't even make her pay for the damages to his car even after she offered to pay to fix it. She had only offered once though and she didn't try to bring it up anymore after his first rejection because she was poor and had rent to pay. He obviously had enough money from whatever inheritance he had so she didn't feel the least bit ounce of guilt for what she had done.

In fact, she felt very proud of herself. Like deserving of a pat on the back. Because the feast on her eyes was worth every bit of keying his damn black Lexus. She should stop staring and return to her TV screen that was playing an old rerun of some soap opera drama that she didn't know the name of. Truthfully, she was watching an informercial earlier on but had switched to another channel when she heard Sasuke come out of his bathroom. She didn't want him to think she was a loser with nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon than watch informercials about kitchen appliances.

"Sakura?"

"Y-Yes!" she yelped in surprise as she glanced away from the TV screen to look back at Sasuke. Sasuke in nothing but a towel. Oh lord, help her now.

"Do you understand Spanish?" he asked.

"No.. why?" Muy sexy. That meant very sexy. So she did remember something from her Spanish classes back in high school. Go figure.

"The show you're watching is in Spanish…"

Sakura turned back to look at her TV screen again. It was a soap opera show but everyone was speaking in Spanish. She must have accidentally switched to the Spanish-speaking channel.

Embarrassed, she quickly pressed on the remote to change the channel again. Only this time, she made sure to pay attention to the channel as she landed on a game show. "Y-yeah… I was trying to practice my Spanish but guess I don't remember anything from high school," she mumbled.

Sasuke walked past her to sit down beside her on the couch. Only he was practically naked given how small the tiny, blue towel was that was wrapped around his waist. Sakura was going to hyperventilate if he moved any closer to her.

"Shouldn't you change?" she asked, her eyes still fixated on the TV screen because she was worried where else her eyes would wander if she looked anywhere else.

"I forgot I was doing laundry so everything I have is still in the dryer. I have to wait 40 minutes before I can get a clean shirt," he responded.

40 minutes of either pure bliss or pure torture. She couldn't decide. She picked torture. Because her landlord was not sitting naked next to her. Nope. Her landlord was practically hovering near her with his full on nakedness. She should have keyed, smashed, and destroyed his car. Then she wouldn't be stuck in this situation. Probably, she'll be in jail. But very, very far from his naked body.

"You can borrow one of my volunteer shirts if you like. They're large on me so they should fit you," Sakura offered as her eyes watched a contestant spin the big wheel on the Price is Right.

"Oh, like this one you have on now?" Sasuke asked as he leaned over to tug at the oversized shirt that Sakura was wearing.

His touch made her shiver. She had to do something. Like get herself evicted or something because another minute alone with him would drive her up a wall. He was purposely doing this to her. She knew it. This was his revenge for keying his car. He was purposely nice about it so that he can walk around naked in his house and disturb his tenants until they went mentally ballistic and pounced on him from raging hormones. Then he would accuse her of sexual assault and have her evicted from the house.

It all made perfect sense now in Sakura's head. This was Sasuke's master plan of getting back at her. This was for her keying his car and then calling him a pervert. Ooh, he was a clever man.

Sakura turned her head sharply as her gaze pierced through him. "I know what you are trying to do. I'm not going to fall for it. You can seduce me all you want but I won't be falling for your irresistible body. Nope. So you can go ahead and forget about charging me for sexual assault because I'm not going to touch a single atom on your body." She crossed her arms and leaned back comfortably against the couch as if she made her point.

It was silent for a minute except for the soft sounds coming from the TV with pinging and excited shouts from the contestant that had just spun a 100 on the wheel.

"You really are crazy," he finally said after a moment.

Sakura then realized that she really was. What in heaven's sake was she thinking? Did she really just accuse him of trying to seduce her? He was just being a normal human being and watching TV on his couch. And he liked to do so while half-naked. But only because all of his clothes were in the laundry. A perfectly reasonable excuse. Sakura was beginning to think that maybe she really did need to seek help.

"I'm sorry. Please don't evict me," she pleaded.

"You say this to me every single day, Sakura," Sasuke said with a sigh.

"I'm sorry."

"So do you really think I'm irresistible?" he asked.

"N-no," she lied.

She was kidding herself. She really was.

"I think you're pretty irresistible yourself."

That was the last straw. She didn't care anymore. He could evict her if he wanted to. But she was going to do what she had been thinking about all week.

Sakura moved her body towards him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply on the lips. She was scared that he would push her away but when he didn't, she was surprised. In fact, he reciprocated the kiss and then began to move on his own as his hands ran through her hair and caressed her exposed thigh that was barely covered by her gym shorts.

She knew where this was leading to but she didn't care. As he leaned on top of her, she could hear the soft sound of his towel dropping to the floor. She moaned into her kisses as his hand slid underneath her shirt.

Hm, she could be wrong. They probably could have Shirtless Saturdays and Naked Sundays.