Prompt: After a late outing with friends, Sasuke takes Sakura home, but she decides to make a detour.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

"I'm sure he didn't mean for it to go that far," Sakura pleaded with her scowling love as he peeled off the remains of his charred t-shirt.

"Let's just not talk about it," Sasuke replied, lifting a hand.

He continued to walk in silence with his most favored companion, Haruno Sakura, who was more than displeased about his mood- or as she would say, his being "a sourpuss." Frowning as he remembered the rowdy events that had unfolded that evening, he sighed. Yes, birthdays were a thing to be celebrated. Even so, it had always bugged the Uchiha how most found a birthday to be yet another excuse to drink themselves into a coma, make mistakes, and eventually ruin their organs. As for the latter, he wasn't one to talk when it concerned harming one's body, but whatever. It was his birthday, he wasn't getting trashed, why did everyone else feel the need to? He couldn't care less, but being in the company of drunken idiots when sober is no fun.

Sakura gave him a sympathetic look as the drew near her house. Taking hold of his hand, she set forth in another direction.

"Where are you going? Your house is that way," Sasuke groaned. She must have forgotten something, he figured. It was just like her to be so absentminded.

"We're making a quick stop at your place," she replied, turning her head to flash him a quick smile.

He sighed, "For what?" Sasuke hated games.

She came to a halt, placing a brief kiss on his unknowing lips. Playfulness was not something he was particularly fond of, but when she did things like this it never failed to stop him dead in his tracks. "You'll see," she teased, tugging at his collar.

Stepping foot into his house, they toed off their shoes. Sakura plopped onto his couch, a piece of furniture that he competed with in terms of spending time with her. Frequently, the pink-headed medic would simply come to his house and nap on his couch between shifts at the hospital, which was about three minutes away. He sighed at the sight of her face down on the cushions. "Cutest butt ever," he thought, only slightly ashamed at the lewd content of his mind.

"I'm going to make tea," he announced, setting the water to boil. His eyes searched the area in front of him, as if that would help him to hear whether or not she had responded. "Would you like any?" he offered, still awaiting a reply. It was very unlike her to not offer her two-cents on even the smallest of things.

"Sakura?" he called, leaving the water to boil in the tea kettle. Patiently, he went foot after foot as he listened for the familiar presence. All that was left now was his room, where he found the door cracked. Pushing it open, he swore he almost swallowed his tongue. Sakura stood from the bed and dropped the pillow that had been shielding, well, everything.

"Sakura!" Sasuke exclaimed, in a less calm voice than he would have chosen to address what he had just seen. He averted his eyes, spotting a very familiar piece of red clothing which seemed to be missing from another very familiar person. The blood quickly rushed to his cheeks.

"Why are you looking away?" Sakura inquired almost innocently, her head tilted slightly.

"You," Sasuke began, "are very nude."

"Yeah," Sakura said with a chuckle, "nice that you noticed. But is this not what you wanted?"

Closing his eyes, he smirked. It was his birthday, but he hadn't considered that she would take it this far. It was very unlike a girl of her stature and closeted insecurity to be so bold, despite how much he wanted this. Still, he wasn't convinced.

"Sakura," he said, the calm returning to his voice as he closed his eyes and draped a blanket over her form. "I don't want you to do this because you think I want to."

"Don't you?" she turned her head to him as he sat beside her.

"Of course," he replied with the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "But do you not remember what happened when my hand made it too far up your thigh?"

She smiled and gave a weak chuckle, "You were only unconscious for a few hours."

"Right," he said, patting her on the back. They laughed.

Sakura turned to him, pressing her lips gently to his, only to be received wholeheartedly. She retracted, gazing warmly into his eyes, "I want this if you do." Finally, Sasuke nodded in understanding, a silent 'okay.' Easing off of the bed, Sakura faced him. Slowly, blanket slid off her shoulders, down her form, and onto the floor. Nervously, her arms crossed over her chest. He took in the sight and offered her his hand reassuringly. "Beautiful," he said.

She smiled, "Happy Birthday, Sasuke-kun."