Title: treasured surprise
Summary: Nothing lifted her mood more than coming home to this most adorable scene.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Prompt: Night In
Rating: K+ (uh, or maybe T, just for that ending)
Warning(s): none.
Comments: inspired by lilly's fanart of sleeping daddy!sasuke and his daughter.

When Sakura comes home from a hard, long day of work, she doesn't exactly expect to find her husband asleep on his stomach on the living room carpet, sharpened kunais and shurikens scattered around him, with their little pink haired daughter slumbering on his back. Her small hands are fisted in her father's dark shirt, clutching needily, like she doesn't want to let him go. This tugs sweetly at her heartstrings, making her stomach bubble with warmth.

There is a small sliver of annoyance towards the fact that Sasuke has clearly not been listening to her in regards to handling weapons around Satsuki, but the feeling slides and is easily ignored as she continues to stare at them, completely moved. They'd spent the night in it seemed. The toys spread out around them, the opened TV and DVD player on standby—had they fallen asleep to the movie?—were pure proof of that.

She doesn't blame then, though. The weather has been particularly crappy these past few days, with its endless rain, sticky mud and cold, harsh winds. It wasn't exactly a time to be out and about, whether that was to train, play, or carry out simple errands like groceries.

Gingerly, she takes a step forward, the gentle smile on her lips twisting into a wince as the old floorboard beneath her creaks. She isn't surprised to see Sasuke jerking awake at the sound, his hand instantly reaching for one of the weapons at his side, eyes bleeding red. But when he looks up and sees her standing there, looking partly disappointed and partly like she's been caught sneaking, he relaxes instantly, dropping the weapon down softly as his the red in his eyes melts to black again. He groans and rubs a hand over his tired face.

"When did you get here?" he murmurs to her after a moment, his voice groggy from sleep.

"Barely a few minutes ago," she replies just as quietly, mindful of the little four year old still snoozing soundly on her father's back as she carefully kneels down beside them, raising a hand to brush a few locks out of her tiny face.

Beautiful girl, she thinks to herself, fleetingly running her fingers over her cheek. She's got my hair, but she looks so much like her dad. She smiles a little bit. She'll be a little heartbreaker like him, too, no doubt.

"Spent the night in?" she asks softly, once she'd broken from her little proud daze. When she looks at him, though, she finds herself a bit taken aback by the look on his face—like he's been staring at her for a while, thinking something sweet.

When he nods, the intensity in his eyes growing, she feels her mouth run dry.

Swallowing tightly, she reaches out to trace the line of his jaw, gaze drawing themselves to his smooth lips, before smiling a little and whispering, "Why don't we take Satsuki to bed, and you and I can spend the rest of the night in, together? Some late dinner?" Her eyes flicker up to his. "It's been a few days since we had time for ourselves."

Sasuke nods again, mutely, and her smile grows wider in response, her thumb rubbing his chin affectionately. She leans in and pecks his nose lightly, a soft giggle passing her lips as he grumbles in response and rolls his eyes, muttering something about her being childish.

Pulling away, Sakura reaches for their daughter and gathers her thin body in her arms slowly, careful not to wake her with any sudden movements as she maneuvers to her feet again. With soundless, unhurried footsteps, she makes her way out of the living room and into the hallway, a small grin passing her lips when she feels warmth at the small of her back—her husband's hand, probably.

Soon enough, they've made their way to Satsuki's bedroom, and she is slipping her into bed, while Sasuke runs a quick investigation around the room, checking the window locks and sensor alarm to see if everything was in place. Then, he proceeds to return to his wife's side and kisses his daughter's forehead to bid her goodnight. This makes her smile.

When they make their way out some few moments later, Sakura sighs contently, happy to finally have some time alone with her husband. His hand brushes against her waist soon after they close the door, and she smiles kindly, turning her head over her shoulder to look at him, but he takes her be surprise when he pushes her against the wall in front of her, pressing his entire body on hers with the most delicious pressure. His hands roam under her shirt, over her stomach and skim over her breasts, teasing her, and she tips her head back against his shoulder, breathing uneven. She bites her lip when he rocks his himself against her firmly moments later, chasing a soft moan from her mouth.

She has a feeling he's had a change of plans, and is proven right instantly when his mouth presses against her ear, hot breath sending tingles down her spine as he whispers huskily, "Why don't we skip dinner and go to the bedroom instead?"

Smiling sensually, Sakura merely rocks her hips back into his in response, trusting her husband to understand.

And he definitely did.

A/N: small drabble that would have been longer but I had a breakdown during it and yeah I couldn't manage to write more after. Whatever. Deal with it. There's cuteness and sexiness, so you should be happy.

DeepPoeticGirl