(2 years ago)
Sakura yawned over her paperwork. She put her pen down for a moment to rub her throbbing temple and reached up with her other hand to massage the back of her neck. She stiffened suddenly, at the memory of another pair of hands on her shoulders, sliding up her neck, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to ease the tension in her muscles until his fingers were in her hair. She frowned at the thought. There was something wrong and mildly perverse about thinking of another man−an intern−in the comforts of the bedroom she shared with her husband.
She wouldn't deny that he was talented, though. And that he might be her favorite out of his whole batch. He was smart and determined, confident in everything he did. She would never say it out loud but lately she'd been thinking that he was ready for a solo operation.
However, he needed to back off. He brought her coffee and muffins every morning, made sure that he was the one right next to her when they made rounds, and took every chance he got to touch her. She never missed his self-satisfied smirk whenever she took off her wedding ring every time she scrubbed in, or how he made eyes in the operating room, or his suggestive gestures every time they passed the on-call room.
But she didn't like him like that. She didn't even want him at all. Though she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the attention.
She looked over her shoulder, at her husband whose brows furrowed in concentration as he typed away on his laptop. She could see how tense he was, leaning against the headboard of their bed.
"There's this intern who keeps flirting with me," she said, breaking the silence and the heavy concentration that filled their room.
Sasuke gave her a pointed look. He looked annoyed that she interrupted his train of thought and the flow of words at his fingertips, more than anything. He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose with one finger. "Should I be worried?" he asked, resuming to his typing.
She thought of her intern−soft, brown eyes and delicate fingers and gentle, purposeful touches. She thought of the on-call room and the sort of things that transpired within its depths, the things that could transpire between them… but no. No, she didn't want him. Here was Sasuke, too busy to even keep his eyes trained on her for more than a few seconds, and she still wanted him more than anything or anyone in the world.
"No, not really" she shrugged, and went back to work.
"Good," he said, his little smirk evident in his voice.