Rated T for language, alcohol use, suggestive themes, and any possible sexuality.
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Theme ( 014 ) : Couch
: alcarazpaaants
. ソファー.
Whenever Naruto would come back from a mission, be it alone or with Sakura, sometimes he had tight muscles, if not wounds. Throwing around some assassin or bandit took quite a few thousand compulsions of nerves and muscles. It wasn't as easy as it would seem, and he did break a sweat after a few hundred dodges, and punches, and kicks.
So what better method to heal such mishaps than to invite Sakura over, asking very, very nicely if she would be so kind as to kneading the tissues back into place. She would joke around sometimes, pay me, and I'm all yours, she would say, but she would be more than glad to help his pitiful limbs out.
Aside from spending a little time with her, Naruto always confided in her abilities. She knew exactly how much chakra to pulse into her palms and fingertips to massage away at his inner tissues. Sometimes he thought medical nin needed much more of an acknowledgement for their skills.
And so, she would throw a cushion behind her back, Naruto would sit with his legs sprawled horizontally onto his couch, and Sakura would gently press into his tensed shoulders. It was comfortable having her heal him into a renewal as they chatted about the casualties in life.
Sakura would inform him of new gossip Ino had come around the corner with, or sometimes little scenes she would see throughout the village. Naruto would rant about his victories in his missions, sometimes complaining that Lee or Kiba were much too pushy when it came to choosing whose ass they would kick on their own. And she would laugh, sometimes smacking him on the back saying, dumbass, you always want to be the hero of the team, whereas he would respond to with a, damn straight, Sakura-chan!
By the end of the evening session, somehow he would find himself with his head upon her lap, her fingers gently running into his tousled, golden locks. His eyes would drift, and his legs would cross over one-another, off the armrest. They would sit in the silence, listening to the static of the old radio atop of his table, and Naruto would give her a foxy grin, looking up at her lazily.
"Can we do this more often, Sakura-chan?"
His answer would be a flick on the forehead, followed by a warning.
"Don't go off getting used to this, or else I'll really start charging you."
And he would just close his eyes and engulf the moment. Moments like these were priceless, he would have liked to tell her.
But it was just fine if she found that out on her own.
He liked it better that way.
. ソファー.
Author's Note: Ooh, I'm going to update more during the week for you guys, just cos' last week I delayed too much cos' of work. Sorry guys. But I love you all (=
Here's a little fluff to apologize with.
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