Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
AN: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!! WAHOO!!! Read the footnotes for what I want as a gift... heh heh heh.... Every fangirl would!!!
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Sakura flopped down on the bed once again, her muscles rigid.
"I'm bored," she huffed at Lee, who was pacing nervously.
'She's so tense,' Lee thought worriedly. He mentally snapped his fingers.
"I know exactly what you need, Sakura-san!" he said cheerfully. She quirked an eyebrow quizzically.
"What may that be?" she asked. "I'm dying to do something."
"Well, you won't be doing anything, but you'll be physically benefiting from it," Lee explained patiently. Sakura was definitely suspicious now.
"What do you mean?" she asked carefully.
"Just lie down on your stomach," Lee said simply. Sakura fingered a kunai, but did as he said. She snuggled her face into the pillow comfortably. She watched as Lee walked across the room and over next to her, holding his hands down to her.
"Wait a second! I know what you're going to do!" Sakura shrieked suddenly. "EEEKKK!" (No, it probably isn't what you're thinking...) * * *
Sasuke had stopped outside Lee's house, trying to assess the situation. He had no idea which room was Lee's, but decided to search each part of the house.
"EEEKKK!!!"
A shriek came from one of the rooms. Sasuke pinpointed the sound to be coming from the top floor. The boy hurriedly forced his way through the front door and up the stairs.
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"Lee-san!" gasped Sakura as she struggled underneath his hands.
"Hold still, Sakura-san!" he grunted, trying to hold her down. "Calm down!"
"No way! I am not doing this!" Sakura shrieked. She squirmed free of his hands and stood on the other side of the room, kunai held defensively.
"I wasn't going to hurt you," Lee said in a soothing tone.
"Then what were you going to do?" Sakura asked angrily.
"I was going to give you a massage!" Lee said defensively, pleading his case.
"Oh," Sakura said, lowering her kunai. "Sorry... heh..."
"Now will you lie down?" Lee asked, his voice actually sounding impatient for the first time.
"No," Sakura replied.
"Why not, Sakura-san?" asked Lee.
"You're going to stick your hands up my shirt," Sakura said, matter- of-a-fact-ly.
"That's it, Sakura-san! You're going to relax, whether you like it or not!" said Lee, striding over to Sakura. Before she could move, he had grabbed her around the waist and slung her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" Sakura shrieked angrily. Lee tried to gently place her down on the bed, but lost his footing and landed on top of her. Sakura's eyes were wide as he landed solidly on her, his face to her neck. Before she could even react, the door opened.
"Well, well now- this DOES look awkward, doesn't it?" asked a familiar cold voice.
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Okay, here's my ideal birthday gifts-
Sasuke and Itachi coming to real life and giving a strip show!!! Perverse, yes, but still worth it! Reviews! Good reviews! On all my stories!!!
AN: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!! WAHOO!!! Read the footnotes for what I want as a gift... heh heh heh.... Every fangirl would!!!
* * *
Sakura flopped down on the bed once again, her muscles rigid.
"I'm bored," she huffed at Lee, who was pacing nervously.
'She's so tense,' Lee thought worriedly. He mentally snapped his fingers.
"I know exactly what you need, Sakura-san!" he said cheerfully. She quirked an eyebrow quizzically.
"What may that be?" she asked. "I'm dying to do something."
"Well, you won't be doing anything, but you'll be physically benefiting from it," Lee explained patiently. Sakura was definitely suspicious now.
"What do you mean?" she asked carefully.
"Just lie down on your stomach," Lee said simply. Sakura fingered a kunai, but did as he said. She snuggled her face into the pillow comfortably. She watched as Lee walked across the room and over next to her, holding his hands down to her.
"Wait a second! I know what you're going to do!" Sakura shrieked suddenly. "EEEKKK!" (No, it probably isn't what you're thinking...) * * *
Sasuke had stopped outside Lee's house, trying to assess the situation. He had no idea which room was Lee's, but decided to search each part of the house.
"EEEKKK!!!"
A shriek came from one of the rooms. Sasuke pinpointed the sound to be coming from the top floor. The boy hurriedly forced his way through the front door and up the stairs.
* * *
"Lee-san!" gasped Sakura as she struggled underneath his hands.
"Hold still, Sakura-san!" he grunted, trying to hold her down. "Calm down!"
"No way! I am not doing this!" Sakura shrieked. She squirmed free of his hands and stood on the other side of the room, kunai held defensively.
"I wasn't going to hurt you," Lee said in a soothing tone.
"Then what were you going to do?" Sakura asked angrily.
"I was going to give you a massage!" Lee said defensively, pleading his case.
"Oh," Sakura said, lowering her kunai. "Sorry... heh..."
"Now will you lie down?" Lee asked, his voice actually sounding impatient for the first time.
"No," Sakura replied.
"Why not, Sakura-san?" asked Lee.
"You're going to stick your hands up my shirt," Sakura said, matter- of-a-fact-ly.
"That's it, Sakura-san! You're going to relax, whether you like it or not!" said Lee, striding over to Sakura. Before she could move, he had grabbed her around the waist and slung her over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" Sakura shrieked angrily. Lee tried to gently place her down on the bed, but lost his footing and landed on top of her. Sakura's eyes were wide as he landed solidly on her, his face to her neck. Before she could even react, the door opened.
"Well, well now- this DOES look awkward, doesn't it?" asked a familiar cold voice.
* * *
Okay, here's my ideal birthday gifts-
Sasuke and Itachi coming to real life and giving a strip show!!! Perverse, yes, but still worth it! Reviews! Good reviews! On all my stories!!!