Be Careful What You Wish For

By: Poison Ivy

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

AN: Gomen-ne! I know that I said that I would update like a week ago, but I really didn't get a chance. There was a fic I was writing for Merodi-chan…and yes I know. I'm making excuses, neh? *bows head*

But really, there was an abnormal amount of exams in the last little bit…and I've been concentrating on bringing all my grades up!

So here it is, loong overdue.

Important note! Please read:

Ok. I know it's been awhile in the past, but in chapter six, I asked you (my readers) if you knew where I took a certain quote from. Well, someone guessed it!

Congratulations to butterfly_eli!

Yes, the quote did come from "That 70's Show". Although I'm not quite done with your fic yet though. Gomen!

Notes:

Thoughts
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Chapter Eight ~

After dinner—a quiet affair that consisted mostly of Sasuke eating with concentrated content—Sakura decided to take a shower. Her hair was covered with dust, despite her tying a handkerchief to it, and it mixed with the partially melted snow to form an almost mud. After getting directions from Sasuke, she turned the water on hot, and let her tired body soak.

Well, she thought to herself, I never would have guessed that I would be here. Spending Christmas with Sasuke. She thought back to the days when she was obsessed, and surpressed a giggle. If the Sakura then were here now, the whole place would be shaking with her yells.

But Sasuke was being more open than she expected. There had even been a few times, while they cleaned, that he had smiled. Maybe I'll even have fun, she thought contentedly.

*

Sasuke was doing crunches as part of his training. He was trying to reach 1000 without losing count.

537…538…539… unbidden, an image sprang into his mind's eye. A picture of a petite shinobi with short pink hair. The girl beamed at him happily, and Sasuke could feel himself smiling back. Stop it. He told himself firmly. Yet he couldn't. She was in the shower now, which meant that she was naked…he blushed, and tried desperately to get such perverted thoughts out of his mind.

He realized that he had lost count yet again, and grimly, began once more. One…two…three…

*

Sakura was drying herself, humming a little tune, when the door opened, and Sasuke walked in.

By the way his eyes widened when he saw her, Sakura had the feeling that he had forgotten all about her.

Yet she reacted as she always did, screaming, and throwing the nearest object (she dimly registered in her mind that it was a brush) and covered herself up with the towel.

Her make-shift missile smacked him in the head just before the door slammed, leaving her there to recover.

Grimly, she began to put on her clothes.

*

Sasuke sat on the couch, nursing his wound. After training, he had a routine. He would stumble into the bathroom, grab a towel, then stumble out. He had totally forgotten that she was there. He would remember next time, because if he forgot again, it may prove fatal. Literally. He winced, thinking of her aim.

But yet, (he blushed again) he couldn't help but remember how pretty she looked, standing there.

"So," a voice behind him commented dryly, "how long have you known that you were a pervert?"

He looked up to see Sakura standing behind him, smiling wryly. She's fully dressed, a voice at the back of his head commented with disappointment.

He smiled nervously back. "I didn't—"

Her smile grew. "I know you wouldn't do a thing like that."

"I'm sorry." He told her. He winced as a sharp pain lanced through his temple.

"Remind me never to get in the way of your arm again." He informed her.

Her laughing eyes grew concerned as she gazed at his injury.

"Ano…I'm sorry too."

He winced again. "No problem."

She stepped forward and repositioned the ice that Sasuke was holding to his head. "Baka," she remonstrated, "you weren't doing it right."

They stayed that way in silence for awhile, until Sakura said ruefully, "I didn't really expect you to get hit, you know."

To her surprise, instead of glaring, Sasuke laughed. Laughed! Against her will, she found herself enjoying its richness. His entire face was transformed, making him look more handsome than ever.

"I finally figured out why Naruto's Sexy no Jutsu works so well." He managed to gasp out between breaths.

Her face heated up as she took in what his words implied. "Hentai." She said, glaring through her blush, and whacking him lightly with her free hand.

He grinned teasingly. "Aren't you supposed to be nursing me?"

She took a seat beside him. Why am I feeling like this? She wondered to herself as she switched hands, If I'm not careful, I might fall in love with him. Again.

"I am." She told him firmly. And nothing more. She added to herself.

*

What are you doing? Sasuke screamed at himself, are you flirting with her?

Right then, though, he didn't care. Those emerald eyes were still watching him warily, and he grabbed what he knew was his last and only chance.

He leaned across the distance between them, and captured her lips with his.

*

All her plans, all her self-control flew out the window as heat raced through her body. A slightly harried What? raced through her mind before she was on her back, kissing him back furiously. Because when Sasuke was still kissing her, that was all that mattered.

*

He broke it first; gazing into her confused eyes and slightly swollen lips, and couldn't help smirking a small smirk.

~

Oy. That was terrible. Gomen! *bows* but I really needed to get this chapter out! And even if this entire thing was awkward, at least they kissed, right?

And just to warn you all now, I'm terrible at any and all romance scenes…so if they sound awkward and forced, well, I know already!