I'm getting a few requests, but guys, I won't write them unless I'm given prompts. Anything short will do, you can give me a word, for God's sakes, and I'll write it. Just give me one, please.

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Pairing: NaruSaku
Word count: 612
Prompt: Shampoo
Warning: The ending is a bit awkward. A bit perverted, too, maybe?

Sakura slapped Naruto's hand away. "You're at the limit, Naruto," she reminded him. "No more than 50 cups at a time."

"But Sakura-chan!" he whined, blue eyes wide and pleading. "Just one more!"

She ignored him, switching the basket to the other hand – it was seriously heavy, even for her. She made a face at the overflowing cups of ramen weighing her down.

Naruto, noticing this, took the basket from her, and Sakura, too busy eyeing a stack of apples to care, let him.

They were grocery shopping, one of the most interesting activities the two partook in together. It was a ritual for Sakura to take her best friend out for it, as, if he was left alone, Naruto would stack up on ramen and conveniently forget everything else.

She snatched up a number of fruits for him and eyed their stock. There was ramen, milk, broccoli, oranges, grapes, apples, carrots, chicken, and a plethora of other things she had deemed necessary. She pulled out the list they had drawn up and scanned it.

'Sugar, check… cheese, check… tomatoes, check… shampoo? Not check.'

She looked up at Naruto, who was still staring longingly at the ramen display across the aisle, and rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Naruto, just one more thing to go."

He followed her obediently, like a little puppy, and she smiled briefly to herself. It was nice to know someone who could listen.

Leading him to a shelf of shampoo bottles, she asked, "Which do you usually use?"

"Some extra-shine…bounce… styling… thing," he replied vaguely, shrugging. Already he was getting distracted, and juggling boxes of tampons.

Sakura turned red, partly from embarrassment at the items in her clueless friend's hands, and partly from quickly rising impatience.

"Okay, let's find a different one," she said, trying to control her temper. "Let's see, which one…?"

Naruto came up behind her and tugged affectionately on a lock of her hair. "Get me what you use. I want my hair to be as nice as yours, Sakura-chan."

Immediately she felt warm all over. Naruto had a way of doing that, of making her feel all fuzzy inside when he touched her or complimented her, which he did often. Unlike the majority of the people she knew, he tossed compliments her way like they meant nothing, but she knew they were always sincere. And he touched her even more. His hands, it seemed, were constantly on her.

She reached up, and brought down a lime green bottle of the shampoo she used herself, and handed it to him, smiling in a half-embarrassed, half-pleased sort of way. "You'll never have hair like mine, Naruto. But here you go anyways."

He grinned at her, and her stomach flipped over. "Thanks, Sakura-chan. Want to come over for dinner today?"

"Only if you cook," she replied, slipping her hand into his, an almost unconscious action. He squeezed it gently.

"Of course. Anything you want."

"And then we'll try out that shampoo," she went on, not realizing the implications of her sentence until it was too late.

Naruto, though, didn't notice, too busy eyeing some chocolate bars nearby. "Sure thing."

She stifled a sigh. Was it a good thing he didn't find her somewhat perverted, mostly accidental, innuendos? At least it kept her from the embarrassment.

They paid and he led her out, one hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her through the crowd of civilians going home for the day.

"So, I'll start the water, you can come join me?" He grinned innocently, but his eyes were anything but.

She threw the bottle of shampoo at him to distract him from her flaming cheeks.