RTN!SasuHina
(requested by zuul)
Sasuke winced as Hinata bit his bottom lip. The two bumped into his kitchen table, causing a vase of roses to topple and crash to the floor. Sasuke did not care. He had five dozen more in his fridge downstairs.
"Where are your parents?" said Hinata, as Sasuke sucked her neck.
"On mission," he said, lifting her onto the table. "And Itachi is off training with Shisui or something."
"Good," said Hinata, as she lowered herself to the table. Sasuke began to climb on top of her, but she placed her hand on his chest. "Wait."
Sasuke pulled back and peered at her, his long bangs hanging down to brush her forehead. He pulled away as Hinata sat up. She regarded him coldly. "Don't you have anything better to wear?"
"That seems counterproductive."
Hinata pushed him away from her and hopped down from the table. She stormed through the house until she located what had to be his bedroom. She knew it was his because it stunk of roses, and had crappy self-portraits decorating the walls.
Hinata found the closet, and started arbitrarily tearing clothes off hangers and throwing them onto the floor. "No, not this…fuck, this won't do." She growled in irritation. She finally stopped when she came upon a particular top. "This." She turned, brandishing an orange t-shirt.
Standing against the door frame, Sasuke eyed her, wearing a quizzical expression. He then shrugged, and offered one of his shit-eating grins. "Anything for you, konoko-chan."
Hinata snorted, and threw the shirt at him. Sasuke doffed the one he was wearing, and promptly replaced it. "Better?" he said.
"Better," Hinata agreed, and the make-out resumed.