AN: This prompt was for Roommates AU + I Didn't Mean To Turn You On. I took this and had fun with it! A little suggestive, but nothing explicit.
Things Sasuke likes about his roommate: she is tidier than Naruto, she sometimes makes breakfast and she always makes tea, and she prefers to read instead of listening to loud music.
Things Sasuke doesn't like to admit he likes about his roommate: Sakura has the unfortunate habit of not wearing nearly enough clothes when she lounges around the house.
It's as he arrives home after a long day at university that Sasuke walks into yet another sartorial scandal.
"Evening, Sasuke-kun!" Sakura calls from the kitchen, and it's late enough that the lights should be on, but they aren't, and it's only by this unfortunate accident that he walks in without preparing himself.
"Hel-" his return greeting is bitten off at the sight of Sakura bent double, arms deep in the freezer and her rear directly in his line of vision. Which would be a tempting enough sight except Sasuke is convinced that Sakura's shorts fall firmly into the underwear category. "Unh."
If she notices his choked greeting, Sakura doesn't say anything, and Sasuke has to forcefully close his eyes against the image of her pale thighs disappearing under paper-thin pink silk.
He has enough sense to slide behind the counter before she straightens, throwing him her perfect smile as she brandishes the treasure; a carton of ice cream they must've forgotten about in previous explorations.
"Look at what I found," she says, sounded far too delighted, and he's able to purse his lips and nod when she asks if he wants a bowl.
"I'll eat it in my room," he replies, holding a hand out, but Sakura frowns prettily.
"It's Friday!" she admonishes. It's one of the few things Sasuke dislikes about living with Sakura: her insistence that Friday is a day of socialisation. Weekends don't mean much to a pair of working students; and he is half tempted to make a break for it only his… problematic reaction to her bare legs would definitely give him away if he ran.
"I finished my book… I know you've been wanting the second volume," Sakura coaxes, and she has him there; because Sakura's idea of socialising with someone is either partying all night or sitting quietly with a book, nothing in-between.
"Fine," he huffs, not truly displeased, and when Sasuke makes sure to walk behind her and sit on the other side of the couch (definitely not with a pillow in his lap) he feels he's made it out unscathed until,
"Could I steal your hoodie? I'm a little cold."
Sasuke knows he would refuse just about anyone else in the world if they asked such a question, but he's already halfway out of the jumper when Sakura smiles and shifts towards him to take the offering. He sees it right before it happens: Sakura's elbow catches the icecream balanced precariously on her knees and the bowl tips before he can grab it, depositing the melting dessert across her thighs in a mess that immediately makes his mind go to dirty places.
Other parts of him immediately go to dirty places, too, and Sasuke feels enough embarrassment to last ten years when he's caught half out of his hoodie, his security cushion on the floor and his reaction to her icecream-covered state prominently making itself known against his jeans.
"Ah," she says, eyes immediately drawn to the obvious, just as his are unable to tear themselves away from the icecream melting on the pale skin of her thigh.
"Uh," he replies, trying to look away and finish taking off his jumper and restore his dignity all at once and managing none of them.
"I-," Sakura starts, and she tries to wipe off the icecream with his sleeve and Sasuke knows he should be annoyed - it's not a cheap hoodie - but there's very little in the way of reasoning making its way to the forefront of his brain and he feels every inch the awkward student that he is. "I didn't mean to turn you on."
"You didn't," he immediately asserts, and then watches her eyebrows raise in disbelief before Sakura blushes at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Fine, then, I'm not sorry if I've nothing to be sorry for."
Her temper is legendary, even if she rarely exerts it on him.
"Don't be," Sasuke whispers before his reason catches up with his impulse. "Sorry about it, I mean."
Keep digging, a voice tells him right before the blush that's been threatening since he watched Sakura bend over the freezer finally blossoms. He's not quite sure what he's implying by the comment but clearly Sakura has a better idea, if the way she's shifted to kneel beside him on the couch means anything.
"Why?" she asks anyway, and Sasuke wonders if it's too late to open the door and run away, because being this close to his roommate as she paws at her thighs to get rid of the stickiness is a special kind of torture.
Opening his mouth before closing it again in confusion, Sasuke watches helplessly as Sakura's muscled thighs edge closer until her knees are against his hipbone.
"Why shouldn't I be sorry, Sasuke-kun?" and it's a scene right out of his guiltiest dreams when Sakura continues, "did you want me to turn you on?"
"No," Sasuke says and her mouth turns down into a frown that's more of a disappointed pout, "but you do anyway."
Feeling absolutely daring - although not without encouragement, if Sakura's cheshire grin can be trusted - he puts a hand on her bare knee, barely suppressing a shudder at the softness of the skin below his palm.
"This is a terrible idea," he mutters even as he leans into her, twisting so his knees are touching hers.
"I don't know," Sakura murmurs, ghosting past his cheek to wrap her hands around the back of his neck. "We've been practically dating for months, now."
"We have?" Sasuke questions. Thinking about it as her hand curls into the dark hair at his nape, he concedes that it's probably true: in the half-year since he moved in with Sakura he's been on precisely one date and the rest of the time has been with his pink-haired housemate.
They eat together, go out on adventures together, study together; one of the things he likes most about his roommate is that she operates on the same pace as his busy schedule. Truthfully, the only thing they don't do together is…
Sasuke doesn't realise he's been speaking out loud until Sakura mouths his words back to him.
"I'm sure we could sort that out," she offers, playful, and he's impressed with her flexibility when she slides into his lap with a movement so smooth his body doesn't register it until it does.
"Your thighs are sticky," Sasuke complains, his hands squarely on the territory that had been torturing him since he opened the door.
"I'm sure we could sort that out, too," Sakura says with a wink, and then ruins it (makes it better) when she breaks out into peals of laughter, closing the distance between them and pressing sticky-sweet lips to his.
AN: Sasuke I'm sorry lmao