Dedicated to Sayori Hollywood

Warning: Possible Oocness.

Inspired By: The Newly Wed Games (TV Series; Game Show)

Chapter Thirteen

The Tomato Kink

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"Let's just pretend everything is fine between us," Tenten instructed under her breath as they entered the lobby of Ino's apartment building. "I don't want anyone asking me any questions and I don't want anyone's pity."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed and fixed on her like heat-seeking missiles.

"Pity?" he shot out suspiciously.

Bristling, she regarded him with a leveled and reproving gaze. "Yes pity, considering that things are now over between us," she flung at him.

"Says who?" He didn't seem fazed by her bluntness. "It isn't over until I say so."

His audacity was breathtaking.

Tenten inhaled deeply. It was either that or hit him and she didn't want to resort to violence.

"You heard what that psychic said. She said we'd never have a lasting romantic relationship," she reminded him grimly. "I'd much rather break things off and remain as friends. I don't want to wait around in this relationship for that foreseen horrible thing to happen. You remember? That thing she said would drive such an impenetrable wedge between us that we can't even be friends."

"You actually believe these things?" He seemed to be on the verge of saying something—to reassure her that fortune-telling was hogwash—but, thought Tenten dryly, he managed to stop himself in time from doing anything so remotely human. Instead, he grunted. "You are so gullible. You believe anything," he muttered, but his eyes lingered on her tremulous mouth thoughtfully.

"I'm not," she said, tightening her lips in a display of anger.

To her discomfort, he examined her with clinical detail, as if to check that she hadn't suffered a concussion from their recent sparring session. She wasn't making sense—she knew that—but the cotton-wool muzziness in her head and dull throbbing at the back of her eyes could hardly be credited for that.

His intense scrutiny brought a flush to her face and she lowered her eyes, "Yes you are. And it's bad enough that I didn't want to tag along to this stupid get-together, now I have to endure your nonsense too," he snapped.

Her mutinous gaze flashed up to his again. "Aren't you the least bit concerned? I would prefer to remain as friends than completely lose touch with you."

He seemed to flinch and withdraw into himself. The hard and impenetrable coldness he was projecting made her shiver. "That will never happen, so shut up."

"Optimism coming from you is unheard of," she noted idly.

His gaze burned angrily into her. "Well so is pessimism from you," he growled. "The only thing that could come between us is death and even then I'd still haunt your crazy ass."

Clearly astonished by such an out of character remark from him, she hooked up an eyebrow and felt something go bump somewhere in the region of her heart.

"So would I," she conceded. "But—"

He pulled her to him and nipped punishingly at her lower lip.

Warmth spread through her when his mouth left hers to trail swiftly over her cheek, then her throat, before returning to her lips. He flicked his tongue over the fullness of them. It wasn't a kiss but when he pulled back, she felt loss in every fibre of her being.

"—there is no but. You are being stupid," he said levelly.

An expression of liquid warmth eased the tautness of his face and then was gone. But in that brief flash, when vibrant life lit smoky fires in his black eyes and the corners of his firm mouth lifted with something hungry, she felt as though she'd been felled by a thunderbolt.

Sasuke had a way of making her feel special even when he was chastising her for being immature and silly.

After a breathless second, while something hot and visceral seemed to link them both in its fatal flames, he gruffly snatched up her hand and led them up the stairs to Ino's apartment.

They couldn't afford to mess around like that—in a lobby nonetheless—neither one of them had the restraint to stop anything should anything happen.

"What took you two so long? I've been meaning to get this project on the road for an hour now," Ino greeted peevishly, ushering them bristly into her living room.

Naruto, Hinata, Sakura and Neji were the only persons present.

Sasuke's hands tightened around Tenten's vengefully. "Project?"

She smiled innocently at him. "Ino is doing a civilian course in psychology, relationship and gender affairs."

"And what has that got to do with us?" He demanded, already gearing himself up to head back through the door.

"She needed subjects for her research and I volunteered us," Tenten explained.

He mouth twisted into a cynical line, "Subjects?"

"Couples," she corrected almost hesitantly.

"Couple? Didn't you just dump me because some old hag told you to?" he asked mockingly—careful to keep his voice low—the swish of his breath tickling the shell of her ear.

While Sasuke had no problem with them being identified as such he didn't like having it being thrown around or exploited.

To her chagrin she blushed hotly at the perfectly acceptable question. There was an inflexion in his voice, just something that made her pull away and glance into the dark face searchingly, but the hard, male features were remote, implacable, as he stared back at her. Had her threat to end things ruffled him?

"She's doing a research paper and needed some assistance," Tenten added.

"I'm only going to ask a couple questions," Ino explained, tapping her pencil on the notepad she already had out. "It's strictly for academic purposes," she told them. A hint of a grin touched her mouth.

"How is sticking your nose in people's business considered academic?" Sasuke grouched, disliking himself immensely for not being able to refuse Tenten when she led them to an unoccupied sofa.

If his eyes hadn't been glued to that nicely rounded, firm little derriere in those jeans then maybe he would've had the presence of mind to keep his feet ground where they were. He glared at her—that lovely, wide-eyed and heart-shaped face—and again felt that he was drowning, his desire for her shooting up and going out of orbit.

"What kind of questions?" he enquired suspiciously, suddenly in a hurry to go home.

"Sasuke!" she chided. "You promised you'd be cooperative."

He shrugged. "That was before I knew we were going to be psychological lab rats," he rasped, putting a possessive arm around her waist. He pulled her against him on the couch and whispered huskily, "You had better make this up to me, somehow."

She blushed furiously and tried to push him away by shoving her palms against him chest. "Behave yourself; our friends are in the room."

"Like I care," he dismissed.

Tenten rolled her eyes at him and went on to exchange greetings with the others while he folded his arms over his chest, stretched his long legs and studied her with an air of exasperation. This was not how he liked to spend his Friday nights; surely she must know this by now. And he especially did not like having her attention divided amongst him and her friends.

"How long have you two been dating?" Ino suddenly asks.

One of the Hyuugas in the room stiffened, apparently not the biggest supporter of Sasuke and Tenten's relationship.

"How is that any of your business?" Sasuke snarled, avoiding the question.

"About two years," Tenten answered breathily.

He had lowered one of his hands to rest on her thigh. She still wasn't accustomed to having him touch her in public and especially not while in the presence of an extremely murderous and overprotective teammate.

"I'd say two years," she felt the need to repeat, having gathered herself together.

"And six months," Sasuke added tersely.

His black gaze was incredulous when they slammed into her brown ones, as if he couldn't believe she had miscalculated the length of time their relationship spanned.

She blanched. "What?"

"Your memory must be off," he grabbed a handful of her clothed thigh, causing warm colour to burn her skin. "Or have you chosen to exclude those six months where you deluded yourself that we weren't in a relationship even though we were sleeping together?"

Tenten gasped at the nerve of him. Shameless brute. He was absolutely shameless. How dare he? In front of everyone. What was worst was that it was finally out in the open, that for those six months, she had lied to Neji about the cause of those marks on her skin, namely her neck and behind her ears.

But what was more cringingly embarrassing was the memory of the time the neckline of her blouse had been too deep and right there—on the visible upper curve of her breast had been a bite mark. She told him that she had angered Akamaru and he attacked her but now, that excuse got thrown out the window.

She swallowed, not daring to look in the direction of her teammate. Her pride was already bruised so she answered, "I did count those six months."

"Come on guys, this piece of information is vital for my research paper." Ino complained. "You both can't be right. Someone is over or understating the length of time."

"It's more likely to be Teme," Naruto offered.

"I agree," Sakura pitched in, supplying that, "Guys don't really pay attention to those kinds of details, so I'll have to go with Naruto on this one."

Sasuke glared at her as did Neji.

"What are you insinuating?" they chorused.

"Guys are never as vested in their relationships as females are," she further argued.

It was seemingly an innocent deduction but Tenten felt like there was some underlying evaluation of hers and Sasuke's relationship going on. And it was being done in a way that was supposed to make it look questionable.

She shook her head warily. It was no wonder she and Sakura never got along very well.

"We're equally vested and equally neglectful," she asserted, staring hard at the other girl's scornful face. She had lived with dislike long enough to recognize it instantly.

The pinkette held up her hands in a gesture of defenselessness, "I'm just saying."

"I even forgot his birthday," Tenten told them laughingly. Sasuke grunted and she nudged him with her hips, almost suggestively. "But at least I made up for it."

His face went smug at the recollection and now more than ever he wanted to ditch Ino's dumb experiment. But if you stay, a voice in his head argued—coupled with her mindless panic over that stupid palm-reading exercise—Tenten will have even more making up to do.

He felt a certain part of his anatomy respond to the prospect. An hour wouldn't hurt, he decided.

"Made up how exactly?" Naruto asked curiously.

Tenten felt faint—she could not have heard herself correctly. Why had she blurted that out? She blushed crimson with humiliation.

Sakura threw a cushion at him. "That's none of your business idiot!"

He ducked behind Hinata, "Sakura-chan is being scary again."

"That was a very personal question, Naruto-kun," she chided softly.

"A very inappropriate one," Neji added, pinching his nose in disgust.

Sasuke grimaced, pitying the blond man. "Are you really that starved at home that you feel the need to pry into my sex life, freak?"

Hinata gave an embarrassed little squeak. "Oh dear."

Neji gritted his teeth, "What are you implying Uchiha, that Hinata-sama isn't adequate—"

Sakura clamped a hand over his mouth. She knew exactly where this conversation was headed and was not looking forward to it. There were still caters in her floors from Neji's Hakkeshō Kaiten and scorched furniture out back from the Fireball Jutsu as a reminder of how these kinds of argument usually ended.

To some extent it bothered her how protective Neji was of Hinata's name. She supposed it was his duty but the heiress wasn't the only woman in his life. It made her appreciate Naruto more, but even he had grown to prioritize someone else above her. She couldn't even mention Sasuke on the subject of priority because he clearly had only one and she was sitting in the room.

But it wasn't her.

Ino cleared her throat loudly to exert some amount of control over the escalating situation. Sasuke and Neji looked about ready to gut each other alive.

"How about we play a game?" she chirped brightly.

Game? Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

That was the last straw for him.

"Do I look like fucking seven?" he growled and got to his feet, pulling Tenten up along with him. "Let's get out of here."

"Have you more making up to do?" Naruto teased.

"As a matter of fact we do," Sasuke told him tartly.

His eyes held intent, Tenten realized, and gave a frightened whimper. He was out of control and she really had no one to blame but herself. She never did try to wean him off her.

She swallowed, feeling all choked-up suddenly. "I think we should stay for the games."

"Essentially it isn't a game. I merely designed my research this way so it's more interactive and fun for the subjects," Ino informed them, sounding somewhat pleading. "Basically I will be pitting you guys against each other in a series of revealing question rounds to determine how well you know your partners or not."

"And this is helpful to your research how?" Neji asked.

"I am trying to prove my hypothesis that males are more observant than females in relationships." It was a stretch, Ino knew. Then she added almost coyly, "—and I also wanted to discern which pair of you has the best communication. I have another paper to write and you two might just come in handy."

Sakura clapped, "This sounds fun."

"No offence," Sasuke's clipped tone hinted anything but the desire to not offend. "But why would any of us want to win this alleged game-with-a-purpose of yours if being further probed by you is the reward?"

"Fair question," Ino agreed, tossing her bang back. "I'll treat the male of the winning couple to free coupons from the flower shop and the female to a makeover, courtesy of yours truly," she announced as if she had just bestowed the greatest opportunity on them.

Tenten cringed. "I'll pass. I don't like flowers and I still have nightmares from the last time I allowed you to influence a change of my style."

Sasuke stood for a moment—reflecting on that period—smirking slightly to himself. As much as he didn't like anyone meddling in Tenten's business, Ino's influence on her wardrobe hadn't been all that bad. Less was more, his bedroom. She was for his eyes only.

"Come on guys," Sakura pouted. "This sounds fun, doesn't it Neji?"

The haughty Hyuuga rolled his shoulders, "I don't need coupons and you don't need a makeover. But we certainly are the only two people here with an actual friendship so why not show up the others?"

Sasuke's fists clenched at his sides. "What's that suppose to—"

Sakura's squeal interrupted him. "We're in!"

"Each correct answer earns the pair ten points in the first round and that value doubles with each successive round," Ino explained.

"Is that so Neji?" Naruto challenged. "I'll have you know that Hinata-chan and I have been friends longer than any of you. We know everything there is to know about each other. Make it an all-you-can-eat buffet at Ichiraku and you have another pair of contestants," Naruto jabbed his thumb into his chest—rather dramatically—and turned to Ino, blue fire blazing in his eyes.

She gave him a small, tentative smile. Somehow she knew involving Naruto would cost her. The things she had to resort to for good test subjects, Ino mused.

"Done," she declared.

Two down.

One more to go.

If she got Sasuke's participation she would automatically get compliance from Tenten and vice versa. Those two just didn't know how to say no to each other. Unfortunately for her she didn't have a way of coaxing either of them into wanting to play.

"Come on Teme," Naruto urged. "Are you scared of losing to Neji?"

Sasuke indicated with it eyes to Tenten, "I've already won," he returned easily. "But if we cooperate I want an exemption from any future nonsense your quack professors come up with."

"Agreed," Ino had no other choice. She needed six subjects and she would be damned before she asked Shikamaru and that witch from Suna to help. "Now all we need are affiliates for each duo."

Naruto was lost, "What do you mean?"

She ran a wary hand down one side of her face. "It means that you should choose a name that will be used in reference to yourself and Hinata on the score sheet."

"Is any of this necessary?" Sasuke growled, very much annoyed with her. "Sasuke and Tenten is fine by me."

"Actually," Tenten drawled, toying with the ends of her shirt. He frowned at her odd behaviour. "I was thinking we should call ourselves Team Tensuke."

"I like that," Ino gushed. "It's very cute."

Something dark flashed across Sasuke's face. "I don't do cute."

"Stop being such a buzz kill," Tenten stomped on his foot. "This could be fun."

"So could other things." His arm went around her waist and pulled her against him so she could feel what he meant against that erogenous small of her back. "Say the word, and we're out of here."

Her stomach was rioting with nerves. "I said behave," she warned, her voice low, pulsing with the awakening of desire rising inside her. "Have you no restraint? There are people around, stop touching me."

"Well if they're going to be Tensuke, we want to be Team Sakuji," Sakura said brightly, her green eyes standing out like darkly glowing emeralds in her pale skin. "I think I'll name our baby that one day."

Neji drew a long breath but said nothing in response. He probably hadn't thought that far ahead into their relationship yet. No one had, to be honest. They were after all, in their mid-twenties and rarely did ninjas get to settle down and live what is considered a normal life. But if he got the chance to—seeing as though Tenten would not be swayed because Sasuke's black magic was too powerful—he wouldn't mind a child or two with Sakura.

This was not to relegate her as second best. It was just that he had always imagined himself and Tenten would've eventuated. He hadn't anticipated that the Uchiha would have swooped in a brainwashed her—it was the only logical explanation—into becoming his. Before he knew it they were moving in together and he and Sakura were forced to find comfort in each other and their mutual dislike for their first love's significant other.

Naruto scratched his head and laughed oddly, "All I could come up with were Hinato and Narunata."

"Hinaru is fine Naruto-kun," Hinata suggested politely, but no one missed her shudder at the horrid names.

Ino jotted the names down in the three allotted slots on the poorly drawn table she had sketched on a piece of paper and rose to her impressive height. "Let's get this show on the road then."

oOoOoOo

"Okay," she said in a tone that hinted her delight at having gotten her own way, albeit some unfavourable compromise. "Here's how this works. In the first round I will ask each of the guys six questions about their partners—who will be out of earshot, until the round is over. When all six questions have been answered the girls must return and answer the same six questions. For each corresponding answer the pair earns ten points."

"Sounds simple enough," Tenten remarked.

"In the second and third rounds, only four questions will be asked but points are doubled. During the second round however, the girls are the ones to be placed on the hot seat. It reverts back to the guys in the third round," she explained, adding that, "My research is after all geared towards proving my hypothesis so I would need to focus more on the male perspective and perception of things in the relationship."

After she explained the rules of the games—there weren't many, just that there was to be no corresponding between the couples—Ino sent the girls out of the room and removed a stack of cards from an envelope.

"Is everyone clear on how this works?"

Naruto gave her a thumb up, Neji nodded and Sasuke waved her off much like one would an annoying fly. She knew their responses meant to hint each of their levels on enthusiasms and clearly Sasuke's was the least.

She licked her lips and began her line of questioning. "What is your girlfriend's favourite colour?"

It came as no surprise that the Uchiha was the first to retort. "What kind of question is that?"

Neji made a face, "I agree with Uchiha. How is this relevant to your study?"

Ino crossed her legs where she sat on the coffee table in the middle. They had arranged the sofas to form a semi-enclosed triangle. The pockets of space were to facilitate movement unto and off the set.

"It's all about attention to detail," she snapped. "And the questions get harder as the game progresses. By round three you will be thanking me for these easy points. Naruto you're first."

The blond man's mouth wobbled in protest, "Why me?"

"Because I feel like going in alphabetical order," she gritted out, exasperated by the lack of cooperation she was getting. "What is Hinata's favourite colour?"

"Err—I don't know—purple. I guess," he answered with uncertainly but then reasoned confidently, "That purple and white sweater is her favourite."

"Neji?" she asked, looking steadily into his white eyes, her own pair of blue ones—waiting.

The Hyuuga shrugged irritably, apparently still not satisfied with the question. "Green."

"Sasuke?" Ino turned to him. "What's Tenten's favourite colour?"

"Brown," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You do realize that all you guys have done is describe their eye colours right?" She jeered and jotted down their responses before shuffling through the index cards she held. "What was the best gift you have ever given your significant other? Sasuke?"

He clenched his jaws, "What happened to alphabetical order?" Still, he leaned back against the sofa and thought to himself.

He had given Tenten a lot of things and she had never particularly express anything but polite gratitude over them.

"The best gift I've ever given her is probably myself," he arrogantly surmised.

Admittedly he wasn't much of a giver, but when it came to that he was the most generous man on earth. How could he not be, when she took him—over and over again—like he was her last vital breath?

"Don't flatter yourself," Neji muttered beneath his breath. "You're the worst thing that has ever happened to her."

"I'm sure she'd beg to defer."

There was a suggestive tinge in his voice, the kind that not even Naruto missed—as oblivious as he tended to be.

Ino chortled and fanned herself with her cards. This was getting heated and she hadn't even gotten to the juicy questions yet. "Neji, what was the best gift you'd say that you've ever gotten for Forehead?"

"A decent set of conditioners and natural oils," he folded his arms and put up his feet, seemingly pleased at the memory. "Split ends and dry scalp are now a thing of the past."

They all stared at him in absolute amazement. Sasuke snorted. Those two, he mused. They were equally as pathetic and deserving of each other.

"There is more to life than perfect hair Neji," Ino told him expressionlessly. The fact that the comment came from her spoke volumes. "Naruto?"

"I got her a tea set once and she seemed really happy about it," he furrowed his brows. "Hinata-chan likes everything I get her. How am I supposed to know which she likes most?"

Ino took a deep breath and let it out. She did as she had done the first time; wrote down their responses and fetched another card. "Third question. Where does she like to be touched? Neji?"

"Wha—what?" His voice was too high, and he lowered it a tone. "Excuse me?"

"Where does Forehead like to be touched?" she repeated, cringing because now that she thought about it she really didn't want to know. It's for your paper, she steeled her mind. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Hyuuga."

Everyone was silent for a few minutes—waiting for an answer. And while Neji was wondering if he should actually respond, or tactfully not say a word, Sasuke spoke, "Between the legs."

Ino's wide-eyed stare reflected her confusion. "Huh?"

He gaze held the Hyuuga's as he spoke, "Like all women, that where Tenten likes to be touched the most. At least, by me anyways."

"It wasn't your turn."

"Hyuuga has been friend-zoned. I figured he wouldn't have an answer."

If anything Neji grew redder in the face but he managed to find his voice, albeit having it come out a little strained and strangled. "You uncultured swine! How dare you speak so cheaply of her?" he demanded, paying no heed to the snide assumption made about the nature of his relationship.

Ino had to laugh. "He simply answered the question, Neji."

"I'd like to pass," he demanded, and that made her cross.

"That's ten points down the drain," she told him sharply.

"I don't care," he brushed it aside, his face still furiously hot and flushed.

She clenched her teeth but when she spoke her voice was cool and controlled. "You have just created a hole in my project, Hyuuga." She treated his noncompliance with the contempt it deserved and turned to the fox. "Naruto?"

He grinned nervously, knowing he had to watch what he said. Neji and Sasuke would eat him alive if he said anything remotely out of line or stupid. "She likes to be poked in her side. That's where her funny bone is."

Sasuke shook his head. He wasn't even going to comment on that. Neji apparently decided the same and kept quiet.

Ino carried out her routine scribbling down of their answers and shifted through her cards again. She laughed aloud at a particular question and seemingly debated with herself whether to ask it or not.

"If she could rate your sex life on a scale of one to ten, what would that score be?" she said between giggles. "Ten being the highest, Naruto?"

Something in the air shifted. Uncertainty and repulsion over such a question seemed to thicken it to the point of the space growing suffocating.

"What?" Neji's voice was blank with shock.

"I'm not sure that I'm comfortable with these kinds of questions," Naruto whined, slipping a finger down his collar and pulling it away from his neck to let fresh air pass over his overheated flesh. "Can I pass?"

"Pull yourself together. There's only one pass per round and Neji used it," Ino admonished indignantly. "I haven't even started asking the awkward questions yet."

There was another moment's pregnant pause.

He gulped, and said in a rush before covering his face. "Six."

Ino laughed lightly, but the sound wasn't pleasant. "I'm sorry."

Then Sasuke asked mockingly as Naruto's face crumpled. "I wasn't too far off about the inadequacy, was I?"

Neji had gone as white as a sheet—whiter than his eyes. "These questions are too sexual in nature."

"Stop being such a prude. It's your turn," she snapped. "How would she rank your sex life?"

"Assuming you have one," Sasuke offered.

"Eight."

He arched a brow at him. "Confident much?"

"I haven't had too many complaints," Neji growled.

"Well I've never gotten any, so I suppose by your logic I'll go with a ten," he cut in.

Ino's pen worked its way across her notepad and then she lifted her head. "Fifth question. If she could change one thing about herself, what would that be? Sasuke?"

"She had better not change a thing," he grated to himself. "What kind of question is that? If I'm satisfied with the way she is, why should she want to change a thing about herself?"

"Once again Uchiha, you make these questions about you." Neji grouched. A wave of uncontrollable anger swept him. "You say that like she lives to please you?"

"Much more than you know," he countered candidly.

His high-handedness caused another flare of annoyance but Neji held his tongue.

"She is however of the notion that I like Barbie dolls—" he grimaced, shooting a particularly poisonous glare at Ino. "—so I guess she would change a couple of her physical features."

"Care to specify?" she prompt.

"No," Sasuke said with a sort of throwaway nonchalance.

In his head he had conjured up the mental image of Tenten—ethereal slimness, fine bones and glossy chestnut hair framing her small face—he did not understand her self-consciousness. Or the fact that she thought Yamanaka was the epitome of beauty.

She growled low in her throat. "And what would Forehead change about herself, Neji?"

"You just said it," he pointed out bemusedly.

She laughed. "Oh. Naruto?"

"I don't think Hinata would necessarily want to trade the Byakugan but I think she'd prefer if they gave her eyes more colour. She used to be teased for it."

She smiled softly at him. That was probably the most sensible response he had given all night. "Sixth and final question of the segment," she announced, relieved. "What was the strangest thing she has ever done that turned you on? Neji?"

He swallowed an uncomfortable lump and found that he regretted agreeing to part take in this study even more with each inappropriate question.

"There was once—" he said awkwardly, fighting to keep his voice steady. "—there was once I went in for a medical checkup and—" He couldn't bring himself to finish it. He would not cheapen the memory by allowing it to be exploited like this.

Ino nodded in understanding and wrote down something in her notebook. "And things got heated," she concluded.

His neck was too stiff to return with a nod of affirmation.

"Naruto?"

"Hinata went as bowl of ramen for Halloween last year," there was laughter in his voice.

Sasuke made a face at him. That did not sound remotely sexy—ridiculous was more like it. This time around however, he hadn't the luxury of being in a position to judge. While everything Tenten did, deliberate or not, affected him—the woman was living, breathing aphrodisiac—that night she stuck the last two tomatoes in her bra and dared him to take them, it was the biggest turn on of his life.

Heat shivered through him.

"Sasuke," Ino's voice dragged him—mentally kicking and screaming—out of memory lane. "What was the weirdest thing Tenten had ever done that turned you on?"

As shameless as he was, he couldn't actually admit to that, now could he?

A/N: Thanks for reading. Reviews are greatly appreciated.