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day three
on the third day of Christmas
my true love gave to me
a four course meal fit for feeding three

rated T for slight sexuality
genre: humor & romance

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breakfast

On Christmas day, Sasuke woke up to the smell of cooked rice and nori. With a groggy arm, he halfheartedly reached over to Sakura's side of the bed, only to find it empty and cool. Sighing and pulling himself out of bed, he grabbed up his sweats from last night and slid them on, not bothering to find a shirt despite the cool, crisp air he could feel seeping in from the outside in the form of a rather annoying draft. He slipped on a pair of slippers and padded out to the kitchen, leaning against the frame of the door to watch his girlfriend, dressed only in his shirt, busying herself with making umusubi.

He watched her coltish legs flex as she padded around the kitchen in her own pair of slippers, grabbing a bowl of rice and spreading some in a molding container atop a sheet of nori. She had upon her face a look of total concentration as she compressed the rice and then lifted the mold away from the rice with a smile.

Unable to resist, Sasuke walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, earning a surprised eep! and a giggle when he kissed her neck.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," she said, her voice soft. She turned and stood on her tip-toes to press a kiss unto his cheek, smiling as he turned his face towards hers to press their lips together.

"Making Christmas breakfast?" he murmured against her lips before he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

As he busied himself with keeping her wrapped up in his arms, Sakura put on the finishing touches to the breakfast item and cut it into two with a butter knife. Wriggling herself out of his arms, she took his hand and led him to their table, kneeling on a cushion and patting at the one beside her as if to tell him to sit himself down.

She took one of her creations and smiled at him when he did the same.

"Itadakimasu."

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lunch

For lunch, Sasuke decided to try his hand at making stir fry, having managed to persuade her that he was indeed a pretty good cook—after all, he had to be after living on his own for a while, right?

It turned out that he managed to prove her wrong—

Sakura covered her gaping mouth when he set down what she couldn't even consider calling a plate. "Holy crap."

—minus the fact that it was probably enough for a moderately-sized army.

"Sasuke," Sakura said, picking up her chopsticks and staring at the mountain of stir fry, topped with a glorious bounty of meats, seafood, and the occasional vegetable. "I don't even remember buying this much food for the fridge."

Sasuke took a huge helping for himself. "Eat," he said tersely before digging in himself.

Letting out a sigh in mock annoyance, she smiled at him as she watched him eat vigorously.

Sasuke looked up at her. Still chewing, he picked up some noodles and a slab of meat and put it in her empty bowl before picking up a vegetable and holding it out to her lips. "Eat," he said, nudging at her bottom lip.

Giggling a little, she opened her mouth to receive his present.

"Itadakimasu."

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dinner & dessert

The two of them worked side-by-side in preparation of the dinner, making the tempura and prepping some side sauces and side dishes as well as a hot pot for two (or, with Sasuke's stomach, for four).

With the cold air nipping at their heels, they sat themselves at the kotatsu, Sakura bringing their bowls of rice and Sasuke with the hot pot in tow.

They ate in comfortable silence, with the occasional brief conversation before they returned to their food.

Sakura, tea cup cupped between hands, blew softly at the hot water, staring at Sasuke, a bit confused at the rather mischievous glint in his eyes as he ate a bit of rice after a bit of his tempura.

She jolted, almost spilling her tea. When she came to the realization of what had just happened, she felt heat rush to her face and she glared at him from across the table.

A soft brush against her leg from underneath the table confirmed it.

"Sasuke," she said with a warning. Another movement closer to the inside of her thigh made her gasp. "What are you—ah!"

Sasuke watched in amusement as she struggled to gently put her cup down, her hands trembling and clenching and unclenching around the mug. He returned a wicked smirk to her when he saw her turn her gaze up to him, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and her teeth biting on her bottom lip.

He leaned across the table, reveling at the sound of her gasp when he did something absolutely delicious with his foot.

Their lips were almost touching.

Sasuke smirked, licking his lips as he stared down at hers.

"Itadakimasu."

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author's note: man, I'm hungry. thanks to all for your reviews! c: that makes this challenge a whole lot easier.