DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NARUTO.

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

02. The Enchanted Pineapple.

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"If you put pineapple in my food, Sakura, you will regret it." He warned her, looking her directly in the eyes.

All she did was smile and wave it off, an inconspicuous plan forming in her brain.

"You know I love you Sasuke-kun," Sakura grinned, "I would never do anything to compromise your insular behavior towards delectable foods!"

He eyed her with pure disbelief.

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"No."

She wrinkled her nose in disgust at him. She really didn't think pineapple could have such an effect on the Uchiha. But, lo and behold, he was standing in front of her with only his boxers on.

A hungry expression in his eyes.

The usual Uchiha composure that he typically carried was lost when he took a bite of the forbidden fruit.

He stalked up to her, one foot in front of another. Sakura, in return, took a step back in sync with his footsteps. A grin was spreading across Sasuke's face and he couldn't help but stifle an awkward laugh, complete amusement in his tone.

A confused look ran across Sakura's face, but returned in horror once she realized what he had been laughing about. The moment she felt a hard surface press against her back, she knew she was cornered.

Trapped, while an Uchiha, high on pineapple, walked towards her.

Her eyes averted upwards, trying to keep her vision away from the flapping boxers.

She grimaced—this wasn't the least bit...awkward.

Within seconds, Sasuke had reached her. His lean figure hovered over her petite body.

Soon enough, he was slouched down, bringing his head closer to her's. The only thing that kept the distance between them was Sakura's right hand, placed against the top of chest.

"Sasuke-kun." Sakura hissed in a warning, wanting to smack him upside the head.

OK. So he did warn her about the whole pineapple thing, but couldn't he have been more specific on what exactly was going to happen?

His obsidian eyes were merely staring directly into hers, his tongue slipped out slowly licking his bottom lip.

"Sakura..." Sasuke groaned, letting his voice trail. His amused smirk remained plastered on his lips, almost implying he knew what she was going to say next.

Sakura could try to apologize. "I...—"

She really didn't know that feeding Sasuke pineapple would turn him into a sex-craving—

"Take off your pants." He breathed seductively, placing his hands on both sides of her waist.

—pervert.

Sakura squeaked, "I think I should take you to the hospital!"

A downwards quirk in his lip suggested that he didn't like the idea.

"Maybe, Tsunade-shishou will have an antido—OOMPH!" Sakura gasped when she felt his lips crash heavily against hers.

Sasuke grunted.

"I don't want to be cured. I want to be with you forever and ever and ever..." Sasuke paused for a moment to kiss her again and pull her even closer, "...and have wild, crazy, animal sex in a Kakashi's kitchen."

Sakura's hands that had previously fallen to her sides, quickly returned back up trying to pry him off.

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura glowered, stomping her feet against the ground. She tilted her head sideways so her lips would slide off of his.

A scowl appeared on the said boy's face. She almost laughed at his resemblance to that of a three year old being denied a piece of candy. (Which of course, Sasuke didn't like.)

Sasuke nuzzled her neck.

"Sakura-chan."

Sakura was already panicking at his actions, but now, she seriously need to find that cure, now.

Sasuke just called her Sakura-chan.

"U-Um...Sasuke-kun." Sakura bit her lip in horror at seeing how pathetic he had become. Sasuke let an intense stare look into her eyes.

The moment she put her hands on top of his shoulders and returned the stare, his stomach lurched with butterflies.

Butterflies.

"Listen to me."

The Uchiha nodded, his eyes intent on her blood-red, bruised (courtesy a la Sasuke) lips.

"I want you to come with me."

He let out a howl of laughter and a sheepish grin appeared on his face, "You want me to cum with you?"

"W-What?" Sakura asked, realizing that the tables had turned on her.

Oh...

...

"Sasuke-kun..."

Oh!

"—YOU PERVERT!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, whacking him on the crown of his head.

Sasuke scowled at her for her brute force and followed with his infamous glare. Sakura almost got her hopes up that Sasuke had returned to his normal, angry-at-the-world, I'm-going-to-kill-you composure...—

"Sakura-chaaaaan."

—Nevermind.

He whined and pressed his hand firmly against the forming bump. "That was mean!"

"SASUKE-KUN UCHIHA!" Sakura yelled, as she scrambled under his arm and out of his hold. She then paced from side to side, musing on multiple cures.

After a few (dreaded) minutes of her futile thoughts, she lugged her body to the kitchen in desperation.

"IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS NONSENSE, I'LL..."

A long pause greeted her.

Well, she didn't exactly know how to threaten an Uchiha.

Ergo, instead of finishing her sentence, she began to rifle through all the cabinets she could reach.

"Is there even a cure for pineapples that have the ability to chemically imbalance the consumer's hormones?"

Probably, not.

Emerald eyes caught a lustrous, red object sitting at the very top shelf. Begrudgingly, she automatically stood on her tip-toes trying to reach it.

Little success.

Her fingers managed to come closer, but she still have several inches that separated her from it.

"What would you do?" Sasuke's velvet-like tone breathed, referring to her previous threat.

"I think," A malicious smile tugged at the corner of her lips, while she sang the next few words, "I'd start going out with Itachi." Sakura continued her grin as she reached out to pat his head.

At first, she figured his reaction was going to be an all-out glare; however, she was shocked to see a feral grin appear on that pretty face of his.

"I didn't know you were so kinky, my beloved." Sasuke smiled—something Sasuke totally should not do when he eats pineapple. "A threesome is rather tempting..." He mused to himself.

Lucky for him, Sakura was too frustrated with him after his first sentence to bother listening to the rest.

She felt his cool hands press against her hips. A frown had appeared on her lips, until she noticed that the item she had been trying to reach was coming closer. Letting a soft sigh muster its way out from between her lips, she stretched out her arms towards the red object.

"My darling...cherry blossom...—Sweetie pie!" Sasuke exclaimed merrily, his warm breath made its way to the shell of her ear.

Closing her eyes to calm her nerves, she would remind herself that he hadn't done anything too perverted—

His hands slipped up, bringing Sakura cascading down and his hands up to the curves of her ample breasts.

Sakura screamed and began trying to elbow the (shirtless) boy behind her. "LET ME GO!"

Pure rage was present.

She couldn't bring herself to care anymore if this really was Sasuke or not, he was groping her.

Groping.

When she had fallen, the object she had been reaching for tumbled down onto the top of her pale, pink hair, onto Sasuke's raven locks, and finally it gracelessly dropped to the tile flooring.

Simultaneously, while the red blur fell, Sakura had fallen backwards onto the (totally shirtless) Sasuke, which caused Sasuke to stumble to the ground as well.

(All thanks to oh-so-lovely, inertia.)

And, they had landed in a very awkward position.

Sakura's hands had fallen on top of a certain part of his anatomy—ehem—boxers. Sasuke's right hand held her head into the nape of his—naked—neck, which protected her from the fall. Her breasts were pressed against his—naked—torso and their—naked-ish—legs were sprawled with one another. His left elbow was stabilizing his and her weight, while a raised eyebrow was the only expression on his face.

A small, constrained laugh came from Sakura's lips, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

Her emerald eyes slowly rose to see Sasuke's body shaking. Retrieving one of her hands from their position, she moved his toppled bangs that were plastered to his warm, pale skin.

"Sasuke-kun...?"

There was a nice smile plastered on his face and the faintest laugh escaping from the back of his throat.

Sasuke's hand reached out to her cheek, brushing out a few locks of pink. "Sakura..."

The most radiant smile appeared on the said girl's face.

"SASUKE-KUN!" She shouted with joy. The pink haired girl wrapped her arms around his neck and let her weight fall against his once again, causing him to stumble backwards.

It was Sasuke.

Her Sasuke-kun.

Once again, all hope was—

(mutilated. destroyed. ruined. dead. lost.)

"...-chan."

—when he muttered the honorific.

"NOOOOOO—!" Sakura screamed in despair. He hadn't turned back to normal.

Sakura felt the grip he had on her constrict, which successfully enclosed any remaining gap between them. She growled against his lips the moment he crashed them upon hers.

That earned a cocky smirk.

Sakura furrowed her brow and thought.

Twisting the concept around, she let her hands slowly wrap around Sasuke's neck. Her fingers entwined with his black hair, tugging softly at the ends.

Sasuke grunted in apparent satisfaction, meanwhile deepening the kiss.

Moaning into his kiss, Sakura eagerly accepted the tongue that had brushed against her bottom lip. When she opened her mouth to let him in, she felt it shoot in like a pistol to begin its exploration.

She giggled into his mouth, the way he was doing it made it seem like he was trying to memorize every possibly spot inside her mouth.

Sasuke broke apart for the shortest moment, letting both of them greedily take in the air. However, to Sakura's dismay, he returned for another kiss earlier than expected.

She pulled away and pressed a finger against his thin lips.

"Wait, Sasuke-kun." She purred, slowly pushing him against the tile.

Sakura crawled over his body in a sultry manner, making sure to keep his eyes focused on her body. On all fours, she managed to make her way to the small tomato that had been centering the kitchen floor.

Quickly, the pink headed girl tilted her head around to check up on Sasuke. She grimaced when she saw him blatantly staring at the back of her skirt.

Bringing the tomato to her lips, she took a large bit and let it sit in her mouth. She followed the action by crawling back to the Uchiha, who without warning, pressed her against the bottom cabinet.

He placed his left hand on the back of her head, giving him the chance to shove his tongue deeper into her mouth than he did before. His right hand slowly moved to her thigh, eventually bringing it to straddle his body.

Sakura's eyes widen to the slightest degree when she felt his typical smirk play against her lips.

(Apparently he had retrieved the piece of tomato that was in her mouth.)

She spontaneously broke away from his lips.

The Uchiha blinked a few times, but Sakura couldn't see much else of a difference in his appearance. A pout was forming on her lips, while saline tears were ready to fall. She missed her always brooding, morose, egotistical, grouchy, rude Uchiha.

"Sasuke-kun..."

He just stared at her.

"...I'm sorry for secretly feeding you pineapple when you told me not to." She whispered, "I didn't think it would change you into some nice, perverted, lover boy."

"Sakura..." Was the response she received.

She pressed her forehead against his, a finger against his lips to keep him quiet, and her eyes avoiding his gaze.

"You aren't you." Sakura almost deadpanned, she didn't know whether that was a good enough explanation.

Sasuke gave her a peculiar look.

Sakura blinked a few times. Then another few times. Then several. Something in her chest was beginning to constrict, her body was feeling lighter than the air, and her mind was fogging. She shook her head, trying to clear whatever was overcoming her.

"Are you high?"

Sakura's head quirked and her emerald eyes pierced his onyx ones.

"Sasuke-kun?"

The Uchiha didn't respond, but continued to stare at her an almost worried expression set on his face.

An almost worried expression, because Sakura was sitting on his lap, her head tilted mere inches away from his, and he was in his boxers.

Sasuke. Clad. In. Only. Boxers.

"Sasuke-kuuuuun." Sakura purred, clicking her tongue at the very end of his suffix. A wide grin appeared on the pink-haired girl's face, her tongue slowly licked her bruised, bottom lip.

"What—HNN!"

Spontaneously, that constriction that had been welding in her chest had finally burst and her mind opaqued completely.

She pressed her lips against his, growling and shoving her tongue into his mouth.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun...—My darling...—OH!"

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He narrowed his eyes.

She fed him pineapple, didn't she?

Prompts:

(Pineapple. -Anonymous)

("Wild, crazy, animal sex." Kakashi's kitchen. Butterflies. -Troy.)

(Tomato. Someone getting the other sick. "Take off your pants." -Corey-Crayonssss)

(Sasuke using an Innuendo. -XSakuraUchiha1123X)

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