Hello my fellow readers. Since I have no life, and I love you guys very much for reviewing, I decided to write another chapter xD. Sigh...I really need to get out more...Oh! Happy Birthday Sakura! :)

Oh well...Enjoy and please review!

"It's going to be my birthday soon!" a pinked haired kunoichi screamed excitedly. Sasuke remained stoic while his wife tried to sink into her chair, sensing something bad was about to happen. "I'm turning 24! Do you guys know how big that is?" Sakura screamed as she grabbed Sasuke's arm and began to painfully squeeze it. Sasuke's jaw clenched as he began to feel the blood flow to his left arm slowdown from Sakura's grip.

His wife quietly asked the overly excited girl, "Ano...Sakura-Chan, how are you going to celebrate your party?"

Said girl widen her eyes, let go of Sasuke, who sighed in relief, and jumped towards Hinata."I. Am. Going. To. Have. A...Party! It's going to be a big party with lights, a cake, and beautiful dresses and tuxedos. Everyone will be there and I want you guys to be there."

The couple was displeased with this idea. Sasuke spoke up, saying, "This is stupid. What does it have to do with our counseling?"

Sakura sent him a death glare, "Because it just does. Now you guys better come."

Sasuke scoffed, irritated the he and Hinata are being forced to attend Sakura's party. Their counselor gave them a sweet smile that seriously contradicted her glare to Sasuke earlier and allowed the couple to leave.

"S-Sasuke..." The stoic man's wife squeaked. Although he heard her, he decided not to respond. "S-Sakura-Chan's party will be on March 28 at 8 pm. S-She wants us to wear f-formal clothes." Hinata finished. Out the corner of his eye, Sasuke could see his wife hide underneath the covers of their bed.

Suddenly, a pair of soft warm arms wrapped around his waist, and he couldn't help but smirk. He sunk into the bed with his wife, and wrapped his arms around her petite waist. Somehow, Sasuke could feel the extreme heat radiating from his shy wife's face. His lip twitched upward into a rare smile as he kissed her forehead and rested his chin on top of his wife's head. "I love you." Sasuke muttered, half asleep.

He didn't feel or hear a reaction from his wife, and somewhere inside, he was glad.

Sasuke hated to admit this, but his eyes widen just a fraction of a centimeter and his mouth went slightly dry when he saw his wife.

Hinata was wearing a flowing lavender dress that went down to her knees. The dress didn't reveal much as the neckline stopped an inch below her collar bone. She wore the lightest amount of makeup on her face, a pearl necklace on her neck, and a couple of silver bangles on each wrist. She wore silver high heels with the dress. While relishing his wife's appearance, Sasuke didn't fail to notice his wife staring at him with wide eyes as well. He smirked while she blushed.

"Y-You look nice..." Hinata mumbled while looking down.

"Hn."

Sasuke took his wife's arm and lead her out the door. He couldn't help but smile inwardly when he smelled a light fragrance of grapes on her.

Sakura was drunk.

There was no denying that. Everyone knew, but of course no one spoke of it fearing that the pink haired birthday girl might murder them.

"Hinataaa..." Sakura moaned, drawing out the last syllable. Sasuke could see that his wife was extremely uncomfortable and his jaw clenched. The drunken Sakura leaned in on Hinata and whispered loudly in her ear, "Hina-Hime, you haven't drunk a drop of sake all night. You-hiccup-should have some." Sakura slurred as she pour half a bottle of sake into Hinata's cup.

"I-It's ok, Sakura-Chan." Sasuke heard his wife nervously stutter out. Somewhere in uproar of music and people, Sasuke could hear a very drunk Tsunade break a table. He couldn't help but silently thank god that Sakura wasn't a violent drunk.

"Drink up!" Sakura exclaimed. Part of Sasuke wanted to stop Hinata from drinking alcohol, but another part wanted to see how his normally conservative wife acted when she was drunk. His eyes slightly widened in shock when he saw his wife down half a bottle of sake. Instantly, her face turned bright red and her eyes drooped. Sasuke felt his lip twitch upward into an amused smirk.

This is going to be an interesting night.

"You're drunk."

"N-No, I'm not..."

Sasuke looked into the glassy eyes of his very intoxicated wife. It was obvious that she drunk considering that she and Sakura almost made out at the party and the situation they were in.

Hinata was straddled on top of her amused husband who was lying on their bed. Her hair was disheveled and the straps of her lavender dress were hanging off her shoulders.

Smirking, Sasuke repeated again, "You're drunk."

His wife answered him, words slurred, "I am not drunk."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No…"

"Yes."

"...Maybe."

Sasuke's smirk grew. His wife was certainly more interesting when she was drunk.

His body stiffened when he felt Hinata's hands begin to roam. She rubbed his well-defined chest, arms, and then stopped at the hem of his pants. Sasuke quickly grabbed her wrist, preventing his wife from going any farther. He heard Hinata moaned in displeasure and felt her trying to free her wrists from his grip.

"Don't." Sasuke ordered, jaw clenched. His wife groaned once again, but gave up this time. When Sasuke felt his wife lay her head on his chest, he wondered if she could hear his rapid heartbeat.

Sasuke was half asleep when he felt an odd, yet pleasant sensation on his neck. His eyes quickly widened as he realized what was happening.

"Hinata." he whispered. If she heard him, she must've ignored him because she went on with planting soft kisses on her husband's neck. Sasuke felt his chest involuntarily rise when Hinata's teeth graze his pale skin. She began to nip at his flesh, softly at first, then harder, and harder, and harder.

"So what did you guys think of my party?" Sakura asked the couple with a beaming grin on her face. Hinata's face went beet red, remembering everything that happened, and she lost consciousness.

Sasuke barely looked over at his unconscious wife. He just rubbed the side of his pale neck, trying not to draw attention to a pinkish purple mark, and scoffed at Sakura.

With the lightest color of pink on his pale face, he answered the jolly pink haired girl with a "Hn."

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