A/N: Hey dolls. I am sorry it's been so long. Buuuut, it's finally finished! :D I really like it, and I hope you enjoy as well. :3 I sure had a ton of fun writing it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, there would be more fluff and kitties. Is there a lot of fluff and kitties? No? Then damnit, I don't own Naruto. -cries- :C

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Recap:

Touching his hair, touching his fucking hair! How did that manage to slip my mind? Of all the time I spent with him I had plenty of openings but I didn't cop a feel! That was the whole reason I was there! How did I forget the fucking dare!?

I raced down the hallway and banged on Sasuke's door.

I needed more time to complete the mission, but what on earth was I going to say when he answered?

Shit shit shit, what to say, what to do? Why didn't I think about this beforehand? Damn my rash personality.

He finally opened the door with a brow raised.

"What, moron?"

Got it.

"Can I spend the night?"

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Because of His Hair. Chapter 2

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"You want to spend the night?"

I nodded eagerly. He sighed and leaned against the door, motioning for me to enter.

"Why didn't you say so earlier, dobe?"

"I hadn't thought of it then." I defended, walking inside and sliding out of my shoes.

Though he put on an annoyed face, he was clearly relieved that I had returned. I wondered if the idea of my stay made him feel more at ease, and in turn, if he got lonely at night. I know I did.

We made our way to his bedroom where I found a hastily discarded book upturned on his desk, leading me to believe he had rushed to answer the door. Was that because he hoped it was me?

I sat down on his bed, my face heating when images of our earlier embrace flooded my mind. Sasuke watched me in question from his doorway, and I could only imagine what he thought of my blush.

"It's nothing." I automatically explained, though he never uttered a word.

"What?"

"I said it was nothing."

"What was nothing, moron?"

"Never mind."

He shook his head, unhappy with my lack of explanation and weird talk.

"You're acting strange," he finally noted after a few moments of my silent fidgeting and embarrassing thoughts.

"Am I?"

"You talk constantly, so with this quiet I have to wonder what's going on in that big head of yours."

I stared at him; he seemed completely unaffected by what had happened earlier. How was he always so cool?

It wasn't fair.

"We hugged," was all I could think to say on the subject matter.

"Yeah, and?"

"And, you're okay with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You don't hug anyone!" I cried.

"I don't let anyone spend the night, either. Yet, here you are."

"Here I am." I repeated.

"You did initiate the hug, though."

"I did, didn't I?"

"If it bothers you so much, maybe you shouldn't have done it."

I wondered if he had a hint of an upset tone when he said that.

"It doesn't bother me." I said.

"Could have fooled me."

How was Sasuke so comfortable with this? And to get all whiny over my protests on it..

He didn't like it, did he?

Was that why he didn't mind me staying for the night and hugging him unexpectedly?

But Sasuke didn't just hug anyone, as he mentioned earlier. So then, why?

Wait.

Did he like.. me?

I looked at Sasuke with new eyes. Suddenly all our fights and bickering and occasional friendly moments meant something entirely different.

But wait, on the off chance that he did, why? Why would someone like him like someone like me? We were polar opposites: the sun and the mood, tanned and pale, healthily accepting the existence of emotions and consistently chill, happy and President of the Mope Kingdom.

Was I giving myself too much credit in thinking that he might?

Then another thing popped in my head; if he did like me, how did I feel about that?

I shook my head, madly trying to shoo this thinking away, but I'd be lying if I said I felt nothing towards the boy.

Ah, damnit!

This was all because of his hair! His stupid, mean, lame hair that, even though he may or may not want me, I still had to touch by the time I left the next morning. If I hadn't gotten this dare I would've never tried to get this close to Sasuke and I wouldn't be thinking these things and everything would be so much better!

My stomach flopped at the idea, and I realized just how wrong I was.

"You alright over there?" I heard him inquire.

I finally made a decision that might have given me a shovel to prepare my own grave. But, it needed to be done. If there was any chance at all that Sasuke did like me in a more-than-friendly-way, I needed to find out. I wouldn't pussy-foot around it like a girl with her first crush.

"You don't like me, do you?" I asked, ignoring his previous question all-together.

He stared at me for a moment then looked away, copying my question-ignoring actions from a moment ago. I wondered if he knew that he had just given me my answer. The great King Sasuke Uchiha lusted over peasant boy in-training Naruto Uzumaki.

"You do. You like me." I nodded.

After he regained his cool, he looked straight in my eyes and said "So? What of it?"

"Since when?"

He dropped his head, clearly not wanting to talk about it at all. I giggled at the unwanted flush that dribbled up his pouting cheeks.

"For a while?" I continued.

"Yeah."

"Okay."

So, Sasuke's liked me for a while. Based off all the movies I've ever watched I was supposed to have liked him for a while too, but have never realized it until now.

I'm not sure exactly if that was correct, but seeing him blushing across the room and thinking about my previous experiences with him, finding out that he did like me, I couldn't think of him any way other than romantically. I tried to picture us going back to the way we were before as friendly rivals, but since I now knew this information, I also knew that it wouldn't happen.

So basically, I had the control to either step forward, or step away. Go romantic with Sasuke, or lose him?

My lurching stomach told me that I would be an idiot if I stepped away. So, my only open direction was forward.

I stared at him a moment, appreciating his features.

I guess I could try this out.

"Why are you standing over there?" I asked.

"Hn." He shrugged.

"Come here and sit with me."

Sasuke watched me curiously but cautiously came to rest next to me.

"I assume we're sleeping here together tonight. Stop being all weird." I smiled.

"How do you feel about what I told you?"

"I'm not sure. I'm not opposed, but I have no experience with boys to say that I'm for it. Then again, I have no experience whatsoever." I laughed.

I could tell by the way he looked at me that he wanted to kiss me, and I knew that it was going to happen since I was returning the eye contact. Let me tell you, people aren't just suddenly comfortable with shit like this. I was nervous as hell.

We leaned in slowly, and I half expected him to say something stupidly cliche like 'Let me give you some experience' or 'I'll experience you' or something, but he just stayed silent and cautiously pressed his lips against mine.

It was soft and quick and we parted after, only to scoot closer to each other and try again.

We were both new at this, but it wasn't horrible. I draped my arms around his shoulders, and his rested against my waist, pulling me as close as he could. It was really nice.

I moaned at the feeling of his fit torso pressed against me and his lips nipping at mine. He deepened the kiss with a coaxing tongue that slipped into my mouth when a harsh bite made me gasp. My body was heating up, and I desperately wanted to be closer to Sasuke. I tightened my grip around his neck, and he yanked me up on his lap, my legs resting on either side of his waist. I started a slow grind -ohgod-, briefly wondering if I was taking it too far, but didn't care enough to stop.

His low groan was so hot that I couldn't take it and quickened my movements against him. He couldn't hold us up any more, and we toppled back on the bed, me straddling him and leaning against his chest. I smirked at the position that better suited my goals when he stopped me. He turned me over so we were both on our sides.

"What?" I demanded, feeling my arousal begin to fade.

He didn't answer, and I slowly started to feeling guilty. This was our first time kissing and I had already tried to get sexual with him. Jesus, was I a dog or something? Maybe It was because this was the first time having someone other than myself around, so I was excited and wanted to utilize it fully.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself," I grinned.

He chuckled.

"I didn't realize you were this horny," he admitted.

I couldn't stop the howls of laughter that erupted from within me. Hearing Sasuke talk about something like that was just too much.

"You better be as well," I coughed after I calmed down.

He nodded, cheeks pink.

"So you wanna go slower?" I asked.

"Maybe a bit. I also thought you'd be nervous."

"So you were caught off guard?" I laughed.

He nodded again.

"Sorry, I don't know. It might be cause I am really horny, or it might be that I'm so comfortable with you."

Sasuke pecked my lips and smiled before sitting up.

I grinned, loving the attention. I felt so desired and warm with the casual kisses and soft smiles. So this is why relationship are so sought after.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" I asked after checking the time.

"Sure." He flicked the TV on with the remote, navigating easily to his Netflix. "If we can't find something here I have 'On Demand', or I could order something."

After picking something of interest he went in the bathroom to change for bed and left me a clean pair of clothes to borrow as well. I noticed with a smirk that he checked me out when he returned, clearly liking me in his clothes. But, okay, maybe I eyed him up a bit as well. Fine, I guess we were even, because I liked him in his clothes, too.

He sported a sinly taut gray shirt with blue plaid flannel pants that did wonders for his bum. I was wearing similar ass-flattering pants with a basic white tee. A few flexes in his mirror told me that I was hot, and he could rock pajamas pretty well, too.

"Hey, I'm gunna get a drink before we start this, cool?" I called, familiarly walking into his kitchen.

"Grab me something, too."

Tch, what was I, a slave?

"Anything that tickles your fancy?"

"Sprite."

I rummaged loudly for the sodas of choice before bumping the fridge door closed with my hip.

"Funny, I could see you as a dark pop kind of man." I snickered, sauntering back into his newly eerie bedroom, lit only by the blue light of a flashing TV.

"Moron," he muttered curiously as he expectantly reached out a cupped hand.

"Uh, uh, uh! What's the magic word?"

"...Fuck you."

I was torn between laughing at how cute he was and getting offended.

"That's two words, silly!"

He looked at me angrily. Someone didn't like to be teased!

"Sasuke!" I patronized.

"...Please."

"Good boy," I smiled and pecked him on the lips before dropping the chilled can into his unsuspecting hand.

Sasuke was taken aback by that and sat quietly while he tried to decide what to feel. I watched him as he got mad, accepted it, got mad, and finally accepted it. Then, after a comical few seconds, he threw his head to the side and pouted.

I snorted and attacked his exposed cheek with mischievous little kisses. He flung his hands up and clawed at the air as I shoved him onto the mattress, soda crashing ashamedly to the carpet and ricocheting off the wooden entertainment stand.

"Gah! Unhand me!" He demanded cutely, causing me to attack him further. "Damnit, Naruto!"

"What? I'm allowed to now, aren't I?"

"Damnit, when did you get so comfortable with this?"

"I don't know. Somewhere along the walk to your fridge, I guess."

He attempted to shake his head, but it was lodged between my lips and a comforter.

"You're opening my pop for me. I am not getting an explosion to the face due to your stupidity."

"I'll open it out the window." I agreed, generously releasing Sasuke from his hormone prison.

"No. No, don't. Just get me another pop."

"Then this'll happen all over again."

It was kind of amusing how easily I could make Sasuke blush.

"I'll just get my own pop." He sighed, moving to stand.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be, then?" I cried, lacing my fingers with his and yanking him back.

Sasuke plopped back on the bed, straight faced, and didn't even try to pull his hand back.

"Okay, you win. Open the pop out the damn window."

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"Honestly, I know she doesn't know where she is, but if a big metal thing on wheels is speeding at you, it's first instinct to get out of the way and stay out of the way!" I cried amidst the blaring of music of our desired Disney movie.

Was I shocked that Sasuke agreed on this one? No. Would I have been shocked yesterday? Yes.

I recently found out that he was secretly childish, awkward, adorable, and everything else that no one would expect. He just hid it quite well behind a stoic mask of lies. The Sasuke that everyone knew was a lie! But, this honest Sasuke was mine.

It was weird. It felt like I'd met a new person, but the guy was Sasuke in disguise. Have you ever experienced that time in which you became best friends with someone in one day? Cause today was my day.

"Her stupidity might be a pun on her name. 'Jazelle' sounds like 'Gazelle,' deer in headlights."

"Huh, I never thought of it like that. Are they spelled the same way?"

"I don't think so, but you never see it written."

If I tell you what we were watching you better not laugh, but 'Enchanted.'

I started routing for the couple as soon as they met and hummed along to all the songs. So maybe I had a soft spot for Disney movies, sorry! I sat on my calves about halfway through and gestured wildly towards the TV when things started to heat up.

"Get away from him; get away from him!" I cried.

I heard Sasuke's quiet chuckles beside me and knew they were directed at my actions, but didn't care enough to confront him about it.

"Holy shit!" I jumped after a crazy plot twist. I glanced at Sasuke to make sure he didn't somehow expect it and smiled a bit when he clearly wasn't.

"Sasuke, are you seeing this!?"

"Damn," he mumbled.

We stared at the screen until the credits started rolling and turned to each other to talk about everything that just happened and find out the other's favorite parts.

"You like Disney movies more than you let on, don't you?" I leered, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

"Shut up," he glared halfheartedly. I could tell by his slightly lidded eyes that he was getting sleepy.

"Tired already? Weakling!" I kidded.

"Just intelligent enough to know that humans need sleep to function properly."

"Oh hush geek-o."

"I think you're getting tired as well. Your insults are turning weird."

"I think you're just so tired that you're hearing me wrong."

"Why fight it?" he questioned, beginning to settle back under the covers and pull them to his face.

"I'm not sleepy at all. There's no fighting occurring right now," I nodded, laying down.

"Definitely not," he muttered.

"Nope."

"Never."

"Never ever," I agreed, snuggling into the warmth of his bed.

"Never ever ever."

"Never ever ever ever."

I'm not sure how long we continued on, probably a while since we both had such huge pride for the last word swelling up in our languidly rising chests, but I do know that I succumbed to sleep by the lullaby of Sasuke's rhythmic mumbles, and I hadn't slept so well in a long time.

I hated to admit that I could get used to it.

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Morning unfortunately came quicker than anticipated, but the heat was acceptable. During the night, we somehow met in the center of the bed. I guess my body really liked Sasuke's cause we were wrapped together in every way I could possibly think of. I couldn't move due to limbs under Sasuke, and, feeling the sharp twinge of an ankle bone in my spine, figured it was the same the other way around.

I woke him with a pinch of embarrassingly comfortable kisses -I was lonely, okay?- and a dash of gentle shakes. I let him naturally discover the situation before we began shimmying and flopping around the bed. Finally untwisted, we laughed for a few minutes, then I realized I had to pee like no other. I ran through the bathroom door, barely shutting it, before wildly relieving myself.

"You okay?" I heard an amused call.

I finished before sighing excitedly.

"Yes," I cooed.

I washed my hands, and he was still shaking his head when I returned. We ate a breakfast of reheated Alfredo and orange juice and made a point to brush our teeth so that we could make out. He let me use his shower and threatened me up and down to be careful with his stuff while he washed his own self.

"Are you gunna like, take me on dates and stuff?" I asked.

"Oh god. I don't think I'm ready to go public."

"Can we go on secret dates?"

"What's a secret date?"

"Like, it looks like we're just hanging out, but we're really on a date."

"That's fine I guess. But I'm paying."

"Fine by me!" Free food, what's not to love!?

He snickered, and then 'Submissive' hit me like a bullet.

"God, does that make me the woman?"

"Yes."

"I am not the woman, damn it!"

"You're the woman."

"Nuh uh!"

"Who was the big spoon?"

"...Guys can be little spoons, too."

But if I got to hear Sasuke talk about spoons, I think I was okay with being submissive. It was too fucking cute.

We spent the rest of the day exploring each other, playing all sorts of question games, and rolling around on the carpet.

I found out that Sasuke really liked to be on top and shove me into things. He had me against the fridge, the wall in the hallway, all the doors in the apartment, his bed headboard, and even the TV. I think it might've been a fetish.

We got better at the whole tongue thing, and I discovered a sensitive area around his hips. I suckled on it, before he brought me back up to greedily claim my lips. I desperately grabbed the shirt over his back and shoved a hand through his hair. It was silky, thick, and smelled deliciously like apples and something I couldn't quite name. I rubbed it, enjoying how smooth it felt on my fingers. It was perfect, and as his cool hands trailed down my heated stomach, with a few calls of "ohmygod, Sasuke, ohmygod," I deliciously experienced that he was perfect at everything.

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I stormed through the streets, maneuvering through the chattering people. I was in a rush to get back to Sasuke, but had to make a few stops. I, much to his displeasure, invited myself to stay at his house for a while, so I packed a bag and left it by the door. I didn't wanna take it with me for my next stop, so I decided to just come back for it. I then found Sakura and the rest of the crew in the training ground, lazing about on some stumps, engaged in rowdy conversation.

"And then I said: that's not aspirin, is it?"

"Hey, Naruto!" Sakura called in the middle of Ino's rant about something or other.

"Hey," I smiled.

I waved to everyone, and they acknowledged me.

They had a few random stories to tell me about how certain dares had turned out, and I impatiently tapped my foot, laughing at the right times.

"You never came back yesterday, how come?" Ino finally demanded.

"I kinda forgot," I admitted.

"About us, or to touch his hair!?" the pinkette cried. Someone would apparently rather have information about hair than have a certain Uzumaki as a slave. Well da~amn, didn't wanna be her slave anyways.

"To touch his hair. But, don't worry, I did."

"Then what took you so long to get here? You should've come as soon as you woke up! It's almost the evening!"

I chuckled, glad I liked guys. Once you take a step out of the equation and look in, you find that girls are crazy and slightly annoying. Still, they can be really adorable and sweet, but the good didn't outweigh the bad. Plus, Sasuke talked about spoons, so he was pretty adorable, too. So, I got my fix of that. Also, I liked when he pouted. Which was often. So, I thought I'd be okay.

"Sorry, I didn't realize how urgent it was."

"It's very urgent!"

I laughed as the ladies closed in on me, standing so close that I got uncomfortable. I mean I was sort of committed now, wasn't I? God, that was weird to say.

"Hey, Naruto, what's on your neck?" Sakura finally noticed, eyes wider than I'd ever seen.

"Uhh, what?" My face heated up at the thought of that mouth and where it'd been. Crap, I should've looked in the mirror before I'd come to visit. Not that I'd ever, in a million years, think I'd have to worry about explaining a hickey. And clearly, no one else had been expecting it either, for everyone completely stopped, jaws down through the earth's core, and stared at me like Godzilla was growing from my head.

"It's a hickey! Naruto has a hickey, guys!" Ino announced.

"It's not a hickey." I insisted. Shit, shit, shit. I almost wished I was a girl so I could use the whole curling-iron burn thing. But, I couldn't, and I'd just have to suck it up and run for my life.

"You have a hickey! So that's where you've been," Ino decided.

"Who gave it to you, Naruto?" Sakura wondered.

"I didn't know you had it in you," Kiba cheered, understandably oblivious.

"Who did it?" Sakura asked. It was almost a demand, and I knew she was starting to assume things.

"Uh. His hair is soft," and then I sprinted as fast as an Uzumaki could sprint, ignoring the gasps behind me. I spent the next twenty minutes trying to lose the furious girls who were on my ass, growling that a certain Teme better fucking cook me up something good for this.

Damn his stupid hair.

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A/N: Finally finished! What'd you think? :D As I was writing, I was hoping I wasn't making them rush the dirty things, but then I decided, fuck it. I think they'd be perfectly comfortable with each other after being friends for so long! Plus, who doesn't love some fluff? :D

Well, I'd really appreciate a review if you had the time. I hope you enjoyed. Until next time, lovelies!

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