Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to K. Masashi.

Author's Note: Okay, second story in my drabble series. This one's just a tad bit of a lime in it…I think? It's just slightly risqué. And that's probably as much as you'll ever see out of me too, by the way. Other than that, these drabbles are just being posted as they come…so, they're not in any particular order or anything like that. And they're going to be short. These are only a page or two (a big contrast to all of my other stories…), so yeah, they're short, but sweet! And I don't think all of them will be through first point of view…they may be and they may not.

Anyway, I'll shut up now. Enjoy! Yours, SilverRose88.

Best Holiday Ever

I could never be bothered by holidays. What was the purpose of them anyway? They were just a ploy to profit the card and candy companies and nothing more. And of course, screaming fangirls had something to do with it too.

Valentine's was the worst. I would heart the same thing form the mouths of thousands of girls for one entire day. Yes, twenty-four hours, midnight till midnight and it took a lot of power to not kill them all.

It was the one day they were never fazed. Sharingan didn't scare them off. Shuriken and kunai didn't deter them. They were women on a mission, and they held firm in their wish to give me chocolates and confess their undying love.

I hate Valentine's. I despise it, loathe it, detest it, and want to ban it form the world.

Nothing will ever change my hatred for that holiday. Nothing.

"Hey, Sasuke, come here!"

"What, dobe?' I ask as I enter the bedroom.

At the sight I find, I almost faint from the nosebleed.

Lying on the bed—the rose-petal covered bed—was Naruto, dressed in tight black leather pants and nothing else. That is if you didn't count the chocolate syrup that was dripping deliciously down his chest and arms…

"W-What are you doing?" I ask, my voice strangled. My mouth was going dry and my hands itched to touch him.

Naruto smirks at me and my knees almost gave away.

The blonde then reaches over to a bowl next to him and pulls out a strawberry. He then proceeds to cover the strawberry with the syrup off himself, never once taking his eyes off mine.

When he began to lick the chocolate off the strawberry, I lost it. I practically pounce onto the blonde and pin him to the bed. I attach my lips to his neck, licking and sucking off the chocolate that covered his skin. My other hand slowly made its way to the hem of his pants. He gasps when I slowly undid the buttons and zippers and trace my fingers against the skin it revealed.

I raise my head to look into his eyes and say, "When did you get to be so perverted?"

He smirks at me and replies, "I learned from the best."

I smirk back at him and say, "Are you saying I'm a pervert?"

"This worked, didn't it?" he answers.

I laugh and he smiles at me. "Yes, it did," I say.

He leans up and kisses me softly on the lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sasuke," he says.

I smirk and capture his lips with my own.

Okay, so maybe there is something that could change my mind about Valentine's. Anything that gives me Naruto covered in chocolate has to be the best holiday ever.