Raring to Go
By Kaze & Kiba
DNON
Summary—I've waited long enough.
A/N—Time to get to the good stuff.
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He was standing so close to her that he could see the festive lights of the gala reflected in her expressive green eyes. He could smell the sweet aroma of sugared frosting that clung to the rim of her full, red lips. So close that when the soft breeze blew through the hall they were standing in, wisps of her hair tickled his cheek.
"Hn. Let's go home."
"Sasuke-kun, the party's just begun. Don't you want to—"
"No."
"But—"
He brushed a lock of pink hair behind her ear. "All I want is to make love to my wife, Sakura." He smirked with satisfaction as a deep blush slowly crept its way up her neck and face.
"Sasuke! When you say stuff like that I—"
"You what?"
"I…get nervous."
He chuckled. "You were nervous before the ceremony, too."
"Of course. There were so many people. Weren't you nervous?"
"No." he assured her. "I'm doing exactly what I want."
She smiled at his faith in them, at his fearlessness in most any situation, but most of all, at his loving attention. He'd made her so happy. She was over the moon.
Sasuke tugged her forward. "Come."
"But our friends—"
"—will understand."
"Sasuke-kun..." She pouted those pretty, red lips.
"Never mind. We can do it right here in the hallway, or the broom closet if you prefer." He turned to open the closet door and she hung on his arm in alarm. His roguish smirk had her heart beating faster. "What?" her husband teased her. "Then you can go back to the party after—unless you want to invite them to watch?" His eyebrow drew up questioningly as he fought not to laugh at her dumbfounded expression.
"Oh my god! We can't do that!"
He swept Sakura off her feet, carried her outside, and jumped to the roof of the next building.
"Like I said, wife, we're going home now." He kissed the tip of her nose.
She giggled and hugged his neck. "Okay, husband."
~The End~