Pervert

If Naruto had been paying proper attention, he would have observed that Sakura's hand was cool and soothing against his chest, and that her stable chakra tickled his senses, sending a stream of pins and needles to his nerves. 'If' was the keyword here, of course.

He'd never seen the need for the full body checkups Sakura ran on him, but he liked to know that she dedicated those hours to his wellbeing, and only him. Besides, she was always gentle with her probes and it was quite amusing to witness her entering the strict medic-nin mode.

Today was arguably the best session he'd had so far.

Naruto was seated on a hospital bed, obediently keeping still while Sakura monitored his heartbeat and noted any (nonexistent) irregular spikes. Although she had her own stool, she had positioned a knee on the bed, between her patient's legs, to support her weight as she leaned forward. It meant Naruto had a very good view of her chest. My grin isn't lecherous at all, he thought confidently, nodding.

Kiba had once asked him if he found Sakura's breasts to be... unsatisfactory. After all, up against the Hinata's voluptuous curves and Ino's mature figure, Sakura was almost seen as a child. But Naruto thought she was perfect. He didn't want his Sakura to be a replica of others; he loved her for who she was, not what she wasn't. In light of her acceptance to his tenant, he was only repaying the favour.

"Naruto," Sakura frowned presently. "Your heart is speeding up."

"Is it?" he murmured vaguely, the goofy smile inching wider as she shifted her position.

There was a pause, and then Sakura pulled away, returning to her seat. Naruto's shoulders drooped a little, disappointed. It wasn't until he raised his head that he realised she had been looking at him. He cocked his head in question. In response, she extended her arm, reaching toward him. Naruto mentally cringed. Had she noticed...?

But she only picked up the small white box she had left on the bed. A relieved sigh whistled out between Naruto's lips. It quickly became an alarmed hiss as Sakura craftily picked out a needle. Oh boy... what's she going to do with that? Is it some sort of truth serum? She'd better not ask where I hid my Icha Icha books!

Noticing her companion's distress, Sakura touched his knee and smiled sweetly. "Don't worry; it's just something to help with your cholesterol levels. You've been eating too much ramen." Naruto knew from experience that Sakura should never sound innocent. It generally meant bad news. For him.

"A-ah," he finally managed, along with a shaky smile. Swallowing, he looked away from Sakura's rather smug expression. "Where do you, um, want this?"

"This?" She casually flicked the tip, grinning mercilessly. Damn, she looked alluring even when she was about to stab her beloved. "In your butt."

Naruto paled. "There isn't much p-point, is there?" he stammered hurriedly. "I mean, the Fox's chakra will dissolve it in ten minutes."

Sakura simply gave him the patented Look; the one which glimmered with the threat to gut him, punch him into outer space, and drag him back by his entrails for another beating. Fearing for his safety, Naruto gulped and reluctantly rose to his feet, resignation settling in his stomach.

"Pants down."

"But Sakura-"

"Now, Naruto."

"... Yes ma'am."