8. Portable (Narusasu)

It was a beautiful spring morning in Konoha. The sun was shining in a clear sky filled with birdsong. The few clouds that passed overhead were pushed along quickly by a strong breeze. Trees were beginning to gain color and their blossoms were beginning to bloom, but many of them were still clinging to their winter grey, the mix creating a lovely blend of winter and spring.

Underneath this magnificent morning atmosphere, Sasuke woke with a throbbing headache and a very sore back. Not only were there aches, but he also found himself cold and unmistakably outside. The only thing separating him from the hard ground was his shirt, something that was unfortunately not on his body. He let out a low groan.

He should be used to this; it was not nearly the first time it had happened. And it was spring, he should have been prepared! When Naruto had knocked on his door last night asking him to go on a walk he should have been at least sensible enough to grab a blanket before leaving, but no, he had been caught in Naruto's slightly red and very possessive eyes at the time.

Naruto was there, laying slightly on top of Sasuke's chest. The Uchiha hissed and let his head fall back to the hard-packed earth beneath them. After a few moments of regaining his composure (which required masking all of his aches and pains), he pushed at Naruto so that the blonde fell over onto the ground with a quiet groan.

Licking his chapped lips, Sasuke whispered, "Dobe, wake up!"

"Huh?!" The blonde was immediately sitting up, his eye only looking slightly drowsy. Naruto's gaze finally focused on Sasuke, and he smirked.

"Good morning, Sasuke," he said, placing a hand on the Uchiha's chest to push him back down onto the ground.

Sasuke pushed Naruto back, a slight pout making its way to his lips. "No way, Naruto. Not out here."

Naruto put on his own pout and sat back. "Aww! But-"

"Not again. You obviously had your fun last night," Sasuke cut in, adding a wince for effect, "No more."

"But it's spring! I can't help it!"

"Maybe I would have let you go again if you had taken me home last night."

"I wasn't the only one who enjoyed it," the blonde said, smirking.

"No."

"But Sasuke, I really need to! I swear, having the Kyuubi in my head is awful in the spring time! I mean, it's like I have portable porn turned on in my brain all day long! It's got to be worse than Kakashi's books!"

Sasuke smirked at this analogy. "Sorry, Naruto, but my answer is still no."

The pout on Naruto's face deepened. He leaned forward again, this time placing a firmer hand on Sasuke's chest and moving in to place a kiss on a pale cheek, trailing it down Sasuke's neck for effect. "You sure?" he asked, glancing up slightly.

With a gulp, Sasuke forced an arrogant smirk onto his face. "Only if you can make it back to my house," he muttered.

Naruto smirked and, in one swift movement, picked Sasuke up into his arms. "You're on."

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woo... I have no idea how this idea came from the word portable, so don't ask.. but it was fun to write.