Heh heh. Third one-shot in one week!! I'm on a roll, am I not?

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Peridot green eyes shot open.

It was early morning, but light enough to see her surroundings. At first she found nothing wrong. Bed, pillow, wall, nothing out of place. But then Sakura sniffed, her bed did not smell like this. She blinked, her wall was not navy blue. And she sure as hell did not sleep with arms wrapped tightly around her waist!

And as she, horrified as she was, tried to jump out of bed, the arm's grip tightened refusing to let her escape. She froze: The arm's owner had just groaned and brought her in closer. She was terrified, if the person was strong enough to resist her super human strength, then she had very thin chances of escaping.

"Go back to sleep, Sakura." A voice said. A very familiar voice.

"Sasuke-kun?" She was extremely happy when he answered with his signature, "Hn?"

Of course, she had forgotten again.

Just a week ago, she had moved in with her boyfriend, Uchiha Sasuke. And he had insisted that they share his bedroom. She had given in, mostly because Sasuke didn't speak up unless he really wanted something. She would admit, it was fun forcing the man to grudgingly get everything out of her apartment, and move it to the Uchiha district. But her favorite part had been when she had, unknown to Sasuke at the time, climbed onto the couch his was carrying on his back across town. To her it had been hysterical. Sasuke, not so much.

"I want to get up, let go." She announced, she was kind of hungry. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but to no avail.

"No."

"W-Why not?"

"Go to sleep."

"Stupid Uchiha."

"Hn."

He pulled her up against him and promptly stuck his nose in her hair.

She struggled against him, but it was futile. Either Sasuke got up, or she was stuck in bed. She muttered something about burning him alive, then destroying his remains and blaming it on rogue ninja. He continued to keep her captive, refusing to let her escape his grasp. He ignored her loud protests and occasionally told her to shut up and go back to sleep. It had gone on for about an hour when she fell silent. He was sure she had tired herself out and with a few more whines, she was silent again.

"Sasuke-kun... You're such a stubborn jackass!"

She was sure that he was smirking into her hair.

"But I love you."

"I know."

"Asshole! Get off me!"

"Hn."

"That is not a damn word, you bastard!!!"

"Hn."

He said the word smugly and continued to reap the rewards of being the more dominant person in their relationship. Sakura had to admit, he did wear the pants. When she wasn't pissed at him.

And now Sakura had just entered the mode that sent her sensei and teammate spiraling into fear. Her If-I-don't-get-my-way-you-are-going-to-wake-up-breathing-through-a-tube mode. Now Sasuke was naturally not afraid of her when she entered this state. He just avoided being around her for a short while.

"Get. Off. Uchiha."

He did not oblige, she couldn't do anything to him if he had her captive could she? And he did not want to take any chances.

Some how, his blast of sudden thoughts of how to keep her under control loosened his grip and she managed to pry herself away. And after letting out a triumphant cackle, skipped out of the room.

He glared at the door. Stubborn girl, he had told her no. But of course she had to get all freewilled on him again. He sighed, why was it always the hard way?

Meanwhile in the kitchen, the pink haired girl hummed happily to herself as she leaned over her to look at a lower shelf in the fridge, she cautiously avoided Sasuke's tomatoes. The last time she had picked one up, Sasuke had glared at her, taken it out of her hand, shoved the whole thing into her mouth, then slammed her against the wall to make out excessively. She couldn't say she enjoyed nearly being choked to death by the evil red vegetable and the Uchiha. But apparently, her holding his favorite food had turned him on.

She backed out of the refridgerator and into something hard. She turned around to find Sasuke's bare chest, him being dressed in his simple sleepwear of boxers. She looked up to his face, only to find a spinning sharingan. She scowled as she began to lose conciousness.

"Damn you." She whispered before flopping into him, the food she was carrying fell to the ground with a splat.

The sharingan vanished and he thankfully carried her back to bed, covered her up, and then once again stuck his nose into her hair. He smirked, he had gotten used to having her next to him at night, and now found that he had trouble sleeping without her. He wasn't surprised that he had gotten his way because as usual...

What Uchiha wants. Uchiha always gets.