Pairing: Naruto x Sakura (NaruSaku)
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: M
Prompt: Naruto...and his hotness.
Tag: ...because a bare-chested blond and a cake batter is really all that she needs.
Note: Not a drabble any longer (since it's more than a thousand words). Sorry. Couldn't resist. I love Naruto!
Muscles and Cake Batters
by cutecrazyice
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When she had first seen him strip to his skin, her first thought had been in medical terms. He was injured, and bloody, with a kunai deeply embedded into his chest that any ordinary medic would have already keeled over at the sight. Of course, she was no ordinary medic—so she had managed to heal it quickly, and to overlook the muscled sight without so much as batting an eyelash.
Of course, that was about two years ago.
Seeing him strip to his skin, right now—while she was damn well crushing over him for months already—was an entirely different experience.
Especially when he was nowhere near injured at all.
"N—Naruto! Why—why on goodness' earth are you stripping down?"
Okay, so she was stuttering. She couldn't exactly be blamed for that.
Naruto, ever so oblivious, simply continued taking off his shirt, and unceremoniously placing it (quite messily) on the nearest available kitchen chair.
"Because it's so hot, Sakura-chan! I hate this kind of weather!"
And, ignoring her (and her reaction to the sight), he proceeded to mix the batter of flour and sugar and eggs—a specialty cake that he claimed he'd learned from an old woman while out on his most recent mission.
Yes, you're hot, Inner Sakura purred, almost seductively.
Outer Sakura merely stared.
He had the perfectly muscled abs that would make any women drool. Chiseled, in such a devastatingly smooth way that made fingers just want to run all over it, and feel its texture. Tanned, glistening. Hot. Her fingers tingled, and for a moment she let herself imagine what it would be like to—
"Sakura-chan? Are you okay?"
Sakura snapped back to reality, her green eyes instantly zooming up to his curious blue ones. Gritting her teeth (do not think nonsense!), she stalked towards him, snatching the stirring spoon out of his grasp (despite his very loud protest).
"Of course I'm okay, you baka," she huffed, trying to look as annoyed as possible—which wasn't hard, considering she was already getting pretty annoyed with herself. "And that is not the way to mix a batter! You're doing it in different directions, when you should only be doing it in one!"
"But Sakura-chan! How was I supposed to know that?" he whined.
She rolled her eyes. "You just were."
She began mixing in one direction, watching as the batter became thicker and fluffier than before. Seconds passed, and it was unusual to hear no Naruto-yells or Naruto-complaints at all.
"Neh, Sakura-chan...you were right!"
She nearly dropped the whole batter at the sound of his voice near her ear—and the heat suddenly emanating from behind her.
"Look at it!" Naruto whispered excitedly, coming closer to sniff at the mixture. This action brought his front (bare) only closer to her back, and his breath tickling her ear all the more. "It's sticky now! Not drippy and ugly like earlier!"
Her skin was tingling all over.
Oh, you like it, don't deny it, Inner Sakura grinned evilly. Now, all you have to do is bend over and let your butt touch his precious—
Her breath hitched.
"Sakura-chan? What's wrong?" he whispered in her ear once more.
"Nothing!" she squeaked, trying not to flush at the images her mind was conjuring (images that mostly had him nipping sensually on her neck, and grinding against her behind in a not-so-innocent manner)—all because of staring at his naked, stupid chest. She was about to push away, and remove herself from her rather precarious position...when he suddenly moved even closer, and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a very concerned tone.
"I—I'm fine," she managed to say, her hands gripping the bowl in a death grip.
"Are you sure?" he asked once more.
"Yes! I'm sure!" she practically yelled.
To her relief, he backed away a tiny inch.
But not before snatching a thick slab of the cake mixture from the bowl with his finger.
"Hey!"
Instantly, all thoughts of sexy vanished out of her mind, to be replaced by righteous indignation.
Naruto merely grinned, and backed away from her.
"Naruto! Stop eating the cake batter!"
"I just wanna give it a try," he teased playfully, blue eyes twinkling. She was momentarily entranced, but quickly shook her head, and glared at him in irritation. She stalked closer.
"Naruto," she growled, "if you put that thing in your mouth, I am going to—"
Her warning stopped, when suddenly, Naruto's grin turned devious—and without further ado, he rebelled.
He put the batter in his mouth.
In fact...he put his whole finger in his mouth.
Instantly, all thoughts of irritation vanished out of her mind, to be replaced by one single thought.
Oh. My. Kami.
He was sucking enthusiastically, happily, on said finger. His tongue coming out to lick and flick, rather delicately. Then, almost sensually. Lick and flick, lick and flick...his eyes closed, almost blissfully.
He groaned.
"Hmm, Sakura-chan...so good..." he murmured.
Yes. Your tongue's so good.
"Y—yes," she stuttered stupidly.
He opened his eyes. Instantly, before she could register what was happening, he was suddenly the one stalking closer, concern written all over his features.
"Sakura-chan, are you sure you're alright?"
No.
"Yes." She unconsciously backed away.
"But you're all red! Do you have a fever or something?" He moved even closer, hands reaching out.
She couldn't help herself from staring (again) as his muscles flexed with every movement.
"I—I don't have a fever," she whispered.
"What?" His one hand went to her forehead, his other to the side of her neck. Her skin heated at the contact.
Her breath hitched again.
"N...naruto?"
"Yes, Sakura-chan?"
"How old are we?"
Blue eyes (mesmerizing) and blond hair (touchable) came closer, filling her whole vision.
"Twenty-one. I just turned—wait a minute, why are you asking? I was asking—"
"And we're both single, right?" she interrupted.
His hand on her neck only tightened in confusion, feeling for its temperature. "Yes. We are. I—"
"So it's settled."
"What's settled?"
"Kiss me or die," she blurted out.
He froze.
"What?"
"And don't forget to use that tongue of yours," she supplied.
Then before he could protest, before he could tense up—before he could so much as move—she was suddenly pulling him closer.
And her mouth was suddenly attacking his with fervor.
"Hmmf!" was his only reply, as his hands fisted on his sides. She kept on kissing, her hands gliding on his wonderful, hot chest. She pulled him even closer, loving the feel of his (bare) skin on her (clothed) skin. His mouth on hers.
She kept on kissing.
Kissing.
Kissing.
Until eventually...she wasn't the only one doing it.
His hands stopped fisting. They started running down her skin, moving over every inch...heating up places that she never knew could be heated up at all. Before she could realize what was happening, he was suddenly the one coming closer. Backing her into the corner. Trapping her.
And then kissing her with tongue.
Hungrily.
Wonderfully.
He growled.
She moaned.
"S—sakura-chan?" he murmured, in between kisses and pants.
"Y—yes?"
"Please tell me this isn't going to be a one-time thing."
She opened her eyes, and met his darkening blue ones. For a moment, they both stopped kissing, touching, and only stared at each other in complete silence (except for their rapidly beating hearts, and their rather harsh breaths mixing together).
His thumb quietly reached behind her, and dipped into the batter. Then he placed that thumb on her bottom lip, smearing some in it.
Her brain absolutely fizzled.
"...as long as you keep baking me cakes," she managed, in an aroused, dazed whisper.
Naruto stared, lovingly.
Then his mouth widened in the naughtiest, most evil (sexy) grin she had ever seen.
"No problem," he rasped huskily.
Then all thoughts and words were forgotten, as he began using that tongue in the most delicious of fashion.
They never did get to bake his cake that day.
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