Ahahaha, written during school, like many of my oneshots. It's kind of weird I'm doing good during class when I'm not doing what I'm supposed to ^^'

Anyway, this contais FEMALE Sasori and the start of a sex scene. If you don't like either of them, then don't read. If you do like,

Enjoy 3


Sasori rolled onto her stomach on the double sized bed, moving further apart from her husband and more towards the edge. She reached for the wall above her head with her arms and hands and stretched every muscle from top to toe. Said toes reached the end of the quilt and met with the slightly cool air in the room, causing a shiver to erupt there and travel up to her shoulders. She shook a bit and drew her knees up to her chest before she wrapped her arms around them, regaining the lost heat.

She sneaked a peek at the blond man besides her on the bed before she unwrapped herself from the secure ball she had created and leaned over, kissing the revealed neck that belonged to Deidara, her life partner.

The man groaned softly. Whether it was from the kiss being appreciated or because it woke him up, she did not know. Neither did she care. It was a normal week day, Wednesday, and it was both school for their wonderful children and work for them.

"I'll make breakfast. Just get the kids up, alright?" Sasori asked softly, nuzzling her small nose against the skin she had kissed a few seconds ago. In reply, she got a mumble that wasn't very understandable. However, she was pretty sure that it had something to do with wanting to stay in bed together for the rest of the day.

Despite the fact that she wanted the same, she just knew that she had to get up.

Ever since 5th grade in school had she been thinking that she couldn't miss school because it would mean that she wouldn't get to do this and that, and she really had to do those things today, or it would be too late. It was the same with work now too, so she rarely overslept or was away even though she was a B type and not A. Deidara was B too, so it fit perfectly well. Neither of them had to get angry with each other for waking one another. However, now they had kids too, and those were… earlier up than they were most of the time.

Sasori found her blue bathrobe on the chair next to the bed. She wrapped it around her more than half naked form and made a one sided bow with the rope that went around the waist of the robe. Finding her slippers as well, she slipped them onto her feet.

The way from the second floor was not long and soon she was standing in their kitchen. The whole room smelled as if it had been cleaned just a few hours ago, but in truth, it was more than a day ago. She had to admit that she actually liked cleaning, especially the smell after it all was done. The rest of the room gave off a sense of comfort despite the compact and cold objects, such as their refrigerator, cupboards and dining table.

As she began to make scrambled eggs in the frying pan, two of her lovely children came up next to her. The two boys reached her to her waist and had blonde hair on their heads, just like their father, although a shade lighter. Sasuke and Katsu were their names. Both looked very much like Deidara, much to Sasori's dismay, but out of their triplets, the first born, but smallest one was very much like her; Ebizu had the same form of the head as she. The boy had red hair as well as her brown irises. The other two children had blue eyes. They were all pale, like her.

She turned around and bent down slightly, pressing her lips against her children's cheeks, smiling softly.

"Good morning," Sasori greeted them before she turned back to the eggs and made sure that they didn't get burnt, "what do you want for breakfast? I making scrambled eggs."

"We'll take the eggs, yeah." Deidara suddenly said, startling her slightly. She quickly calmed down when a pair of lips were pressed down upon her hair.

Sasori nodded and turned the stove off before she turned back around and pressed her lips against her husband's quickly. Every morning it was the same. She was almost always the first one up in the house even if their children tended to be awake before her. Then she would begin making breakfast, her children would come into the kitchen and sit down as Deidara came, giving her a hug or a kiss, which she always returned.

He pulled away from their lip lock and smirked softly at her. Sasori rolled her eyes and began to walk for the stairs before he could sneak a hand in under her bathrobe.

It wasn't always easy to have such a pervert as Deidara in the house. Sure, she loved him and he was amazing to have around whenever he wasn't being an annoying prick with an ego bigger than an elephant, but he was so… well, the blond was a good flirt and would flirt with her no matter where or when. Like just now. He wouldn't have had any problem slipping a hand past the clothing and to one of her breasts with their kids just behind them.

The same happened in public too, sometimes. If they were in school for a parental meeting, the man would quite often move his hand over to her inner thigh and just move closer and closer to the center. Sasori was sure that, if her husband hadn't got bored that easily, then maybe he would behave from time to time.

Despite this irritation she felt about the happenings, she couldn't really help but to think that it was somewhat nice to receive such an attention from the man. She rather liked how Deidara treated her; with respect, care, and then, other times, playfully and sexually.

While her children and, most likely, husband were eating their breakfast, scrambled eggs on bread (although she hoped that they had managed to cut the bread themselves, since she hadn't done it for them. After all, she was the one that did most of the things in their house, even if everyone else loved to help from time to time; their children really appreciated it when she thanked them for helping), Sasori moved back into the bedroom she shared with her blonde partner and let the robe fall from her shoulders and onto the floor, leaving her only in a pair of green and yellow hot pants, which fit her hips perfectly. She had showered the night before, so it was no need to do that now. Just finding suitable clothes and getting dressed was her priority now.

At least that was what she thought.

An arm wrapped itself around her naked waist and pulled her close before a pair of lips were pressed against her neck. She guessed Deidara was returning the favor from this morning. Smiling softly, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch. It was so nice whenever the blonde decided to cuddle like this.

At least that was what she thought.

One of his hands suddenly made a move for one of her breasts and took a light hold of the right one, softly squeezing it.

Did he really want to do this right now? Not only did they have to leave within an hour, but their children were in the house, and they could just as well come up to their parents' room when they finished eating. It wasn't fit to start the day like this, at least not today.

But oh… it felt really good, now that she thought about it.

Having Deidara's fingers move across the skin and let his thumb press down upon her nipple, pressing it down into the skin as it slowly begin to harden. It didn't take long for the rest of her skin to form goose bumps.

"Deidara…" Sasori warned, although her voice didn't sound all that serious. It was more weak and giving than anything, and this fact annoyed her greatly. It was a woman's ability to be able to resist men that came onto them.

Just not this man, she reminded herself.

The blond was something for himself, she knew that very well. Where other men would know when to shut up about their sexlife, Deidara continued to brag. However, he never overreacted, merely telling the truth.

Where other men didn't know what to say or do, Deidara always knew how to make her feel better.

Where other men knew when to back down, Deidara just continued going, well aware of the fact that 'no' didn't always mean 'no'.

"Deidara." she said again, a little more determinated than the last time she'd tried to speak and gain her husband's attention in… a verbal way.

However, instead of listening to her as she knew he should have, the man merely pressed his lips down upon her neck with a slightly open mouth. At the same time, two fingers took a hold of the now erect nipple and rolled it slightly, playing with it. The male's other hand travelled south, and just that made her legs feel just a little weaker and more like jelly.

Sasori decided to lean more against her partner and let her head rest down on her man's shoulder as the hand slipped past her underwear. That was the only encouragement he needed, she guessed, because a second later, one of his fingers were pressed gently up against that small bundle of nerves, rubbing it softly.

Her legs pretty much gave out under her as she let out a soft gasp.

Oh Jesus…

They would be late again today… wouldn't they?