Drunk Loyalty
"Thanks for bringing him home, Naruto," Sakura smiled as she stepped aside to let the pair through the door.
Sasuke's arm was draped across Naruto's shoulders, his head lolling slightly to the side as though he were drifting in and out of consciousness. Naruto teased that he should have let himself be carried home from the bar, a suggestion that promptly earned him a slender middle finger from the Uchiha. So, the famously stubborn Sasuke insisted on walking, no matter how much slower he was on his own two, inebriated feet.
"No problem, Sakura-chan," Naruto beamed, hauling his friend toward the bedroom to deposit him on the edge of the mattress. Sasuke groaned when his body bounced on the plush surface, his knees bent to let his feet rest on the floor.
Both their cheeks were flushed with the magic of alcohol, but the blond was carrying himself far better. He spent more time between missions as one of the regular weekend revelers, so it didn't surprise Sakura.
They admired the sleeping Uchiha whose arm now draped over his eyes, the dark sleeves of his shirt tugging upward to reveal a sliver of his abdomen.
"Adorable, huh?" Naruto snorted before rolling his eyes and making his exit.
"I think so," Sakura grinned.
The two said their goodbyes and she walked to the kitchen to fill a glass of water and retrieve a pain pill for Sasuke to take when he woke up the next day. She padded back to the room and placed the items on their nightstand before sitting beside her husband.
"Sasuke-kun," she called gently, cradling his exposed cheek with her hand. "We have to get you changed for bed."
"Hnng."
She sighed amusedly. Poor lightweight of Team Seven needs to build his tolerance, she mused. He needs to at least get out of these sake-smelling clothes. Sakura stood up and began to undo the buckle on Sasuke's belt when suddenly, his hand shot out and gripped her wrist with precision that would startle anyone. Anyone but Sakura, of course, who raises her eyebrows in confusion.
"N...no," he groaned, eyes closed and brow furrowed.
"Sasuke-kun, I'm just going to take this off for you."
"No," he grumbled again. "I'm...murrfed..."
"What?"
He didn't speak again, but he didn't move his hand from her wrist. Figuring he had dozed off once more, she went back to work and undid his belt. Just as she was about to unbutton his pants, his hold on her wrist grew firm again.
"No."
She rolled her eyes. "Sasuke-kun, really, please cooperate."
"I'm...murred."
"Sasuke-kun, just—"
"I'm married."
She blinked at him dumbly. A few seconds ticked by, and she realized there was no hint of joking in his tone. Sakura then smiled wide, stifling a round of laughter that could wake half the village. They released each other and she laid next to him, propping her head up on her elbow while she gazed down at his face, dark eyes still closed. "Married, huh?" she grinned.
"Mm-hmmm..."
"She seems like a special girl."
"The...the specialist of...of them..."
She giggled before leaning down and planting a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I love you, Sasuke-kun."
His eyes squinted open, mismatched, bloodshot, and bleary. When his vision focused on her emerald irises, they widened, though barely. It was as though recognition caused them to nearly sparkle in the dim light. "Oh," he breathed. "Wife."
"Husband," she grinned in greeting. "Can you let me get you out of those clothes, now?"
He reached up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers sweetly raking through her petal pink locks, and pulled her to press their foreheads together. "Dirty," he murmured.
"To sleep, Sasuke-kun!" she admonished, cheeks blazing with heat. "To sleep!"
"Mm...mmkay..."