The Wooing of the Pink Haired Artist

by Gypsy Fighter

Some people assumed that what they had was easy, and smooth. In reality, it wasn't, she was the not so rich collage artist that everyone knew was going to go far that was always on the tips of peoples tongues and was absentminded, and forgetful. While Madara was a bad boy that some how managed to catch the absentminded Sakura. M for Safety.

11. Chapter 11: First Kiss

Words 185

Prompt Excessively

It was there, in Art Studio that they shared their first kiss. It was soft and tasted like pizza. Afterwards, Sakura and Madara cuddled talking in muted whispers about big things and little things. This is how they came to be a couple. They fell asleep like that. Cuddled together on the couch, a blanket that had been resting on it, covering them.

Sasori and Deidara found them, laying stretched out on the couch, Sakura half on Madara, their legs tangled together. "that's Sakura, un!" Deidara whispered, pointing at the pinkette.

"I thought it was a marshan." Sasori, the sarcasm dripping from his voice, whispered back. Deidara shot him a dirty look, before grabbing another blanket and slinking over to put it over the pair. Sasori, once Deidara reached the door, flickered off the lights and shut the door.

Immediately Deidara started to protest the sarcasm, Sasori sighed, before wacking him. "They will still be able to hear you if your excessively loud."

Again Deidara muttered in protest, he shot a final look at the Studio One Door, which had Sakura's name sprawled across it in chalk.

Damn. I'm just banging out these chapters, recently I have taken to listening to Miles Davis as I write and that man is a god with the trumpet.