Prompt: The Smell of Fresh Paint
Summary: Years of ninja training could never prepare him for this
Note: So yeah... I kinda skipped all the way to 2014... I might go back and finish some of my ideas from 2013.
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Sasuke lets out a disgruntled sigh and stretches out his neck, turning his head back and forth. His shoulders burn from overexertion and his back practically screams in protest whenever he shifts his weight.
Years of ninja training could never prepare him for this.
He drops the paint roller into the tray and reaches for his water bottle. He does not fully understand the need to paint the room, especially since the new shade is just a hue lighter of the blue already coloring the walls.
Hearing the door open, he spins around to see Sakura clad in a large t-shirt, splattered with the same color paint as their bedroom walls and a red bandana covering her head.
"Nope," Sasuke says as he begins nudging her out of the room.
"Come on!" she cries in protest, trying to resist him.
"No, you know you can't be around the fumes," Sasuke tells her sternly as he blocks the doorway with his large figure.
"But I want to paint the nursery too," she complains like a child, while placing her hand on her hips. The action emphasizes her large tummy and Sasuke can't help but smile at her adorably defiant pose.
After much debate, he turns away and lets out a little groan when the muscles in his back flare.
"Sit down, I'll check your back."
He wants to get the walls done today, but a back rub from his medical jutsu wielding wife does sound much more appealing.
He removes his shirt and sits on the couch, shifting as Sakura settles behind him. The position had been much easier before a baby made her midsection blow up like a balloon, but Sasuke must admit that feeling her swollen stomach pressing against his bare back isn't an unpleasant sensation.
Her hands flit up and down his stiff muscles, bringing relief with each prod and nudge. Then, they sneak around to his front, blunt fingernails scraping over his stomach and chest.
Sasuke groans as she begins alternating between kissing and sucking on his neck, her hands sneaking lower and lower.
"I have to finish painting," Sasuke bites out between clenched teeth as her hand wraps around his erection.
"You can always do it tomorrow," she murmurs against his skin.
With that said, Sasuke grins wickedly before spinning around to face his wife head-on.
