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Sasori's voice on the phone... This is kinda in Deidara's point of view I suppose... I did the italicized because sometimes they go back and forth and you can't exactly tell who's saying what. So, what dasd is Sasori talking. Get it? Hope so...
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Deidara ran a hand through his wet hair as he walked back over to his bed. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and that was all. He picked up the apron from his bed and pulled out a small piece of paper. He bit his lips as he stared at it. After some debating he picked up his phone and dialed the number.
After a few rings, Sasori picked up. "And here I was starting to think you wouldn't call."
He blinked at the wall. "Um... Well... I wasn't sure if I had the courage too..."
Sasori chuckled softly. "I guess you do since we're talking now."
"Yea..." He laughed softly, sitting down on his bed.
"Maa, what are you wearing?"
"Um... a towel..."
"Yummy." Sasori drew the word out with a slight purr.
He giggled softly. "Well, I did just get out of the shower."
"All cleaned up from before?" He chuckled.
The blonde blushed. "Y-yes."
"Has your boyfriend ever made you feel that good in public?"
"Not in public, no..."
"Has he ever used his foot?" Sasori laughed softly.
"No."
"I'm sure. Hm, I think I can make your knees weak over the phone."
Deidara blinked. "Ahhhh... don't. That wouldn't be fair."
"How so?"
"I'd rather you... touch me for real..."
"Ah, that's the fun part though."
He pouted. "Not fair..."
"Temptation."
"Very much so."
"I won't touch you. Not until you can't take it anymore."
"That's not fair!"
"You won't touch me either."
"Why not?"
"It's like me touching you."
The blonde pouted, laying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Yea, but I still have Sasuke."
"I know." Deidara sighed at Sasori's words. "Don't want to do this?"
"It just feels weird... I'd rather have someone touch me... I live for human contact..."
"And you will get it when the temptation drives you mad for my touch only."
"Oh... so you want to have me begging for your touch and your touch alone?"
"Of course."
He smiled. "Oh I see."
"Our little secret." He smirked.
"Yes."
"And what would you like to call what we're doing?"
Deidara sighed and rubbed his free hand over his eyes. "I have no fucking clue..."
"No need to cuss now." Sasori said with a smile.
He smiled. "What would you call this?"
"What did Romeo and Juliet have?"
"I don't know... an affair?"
Sasori laughed. "No. Maybe you should read it and then tell me."
He pouted. "Why can't you just tell me?"
"Because then that's just too easy."
He whined. "Sasori"
"Hm?"
"Tell me"
"No"
He pouted and rolled over to his stomach. "Meanie..."
"Only when I want to be."
He kicked his feet behind him. "Which seems to be now."
"Of course" Sasori placed his puppet back in the corner before taking another and starting to inspect it.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Inspecting my puppets before cleaning them."
"Sounds like fun..."
"It is." He chuckled. "I'll make you a puppet if you want."
"What kind of puppet?" He chewed on his nail.
"What kind would you like?"
"I don't know... there are kinds of puppets? You're the expert here."
"Would you like a girl or boy?"
"Hm... male."
"Alright. How would you like it to look?"
"I don't know... like you?"
"You want a puppet that looks like me?"
"Sure. I have a thing for redheads."
"I'm sure." Sasori chuckled.
He giggled softly. "I like finding out if they're naturally redheaded."
"I see. I'm a natural redhead, do you believe me or want proof?"
He smirked. "Proof."
"Too bad."
"Why?"
"I'm not going to give you proof."
"Awwww." He whined. "Why not?"
"Hmmmm maybe just a little peak for you."
"Yay!" He reached under his bed and pulled out a small show box.
Sasori started to clean the puppet, chuckling softly. "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" He tilted his head as he pulled out a dark red bottle of nail polish.
"I'll show you tomorrow in the bathroom of the restaurant on your break." He smiled. "Unless you don't want proof."
Deidara smiled, blushing. "Oh, I want proof."
"Alright."
He grinned. "Great."
"What are you doing?"
"Painting my nails..." He balanced the phone against his shoulder as he painted his right hand.
"What color?"
"Red."
"Such a pretty color..."
"It's a dark red... kinda looks like blood."
"A pretty color indeed." Sasori put the puppet back before sitting on a chair, starting to work on the puppet Deidara wanted.
He smiled. "It's my favorite color. Ahh shit!" He jumped up when he spilled a little nail polish on his hand. He quickly grabbed a wash cloth and wiped it off.
"Something wrong?"
"I spilled some on my hand." He sat up on his knees, his towel coming loose and sliding off his waist.
"Like you spilled some in your pants."
Deidara froze before bursting out into laughter. Sasori chuckled at him. The blonde giggled before laying back down on his stomach completely naked. "That was good."
"I know."
"So tell me, what's the real reason you come to the restaurant everyday?"
"There's just a certain person I can't take my eyes off of."
"Oh... I see. And why is that?"
"I'm not sure. I know that if someone was to ask me what the definition of beauty was, I'd point to that certain person." He smiled.
"Aw that's so sweet! When are you gonna finally talk to that person?"
"I'm not."
"Why's that? That person deserves to know you admire them." He kicked his feet behind him as he continued to paint his nails.
"Or not."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
He sighed. "Ahhhh whatever..."
"Some things are just better left alone."
"I suppose..." He glanced at the clock. "I'm surprised Sasuke hasn't stopped by yet..."
"Maybe he got so excited he stayed away and wrote in his diary allllll day."
He blinked, trying not to laugh. "The sad thing is... you're probably right!"
"I most likely am."
Deidara blew on his wet nails. "Yea... Sasuke worries me sometimes."
"I'm sure he does."
"But, sometimes, he's just plain annoying..." He laughed softly.
Sasori chuckled. "He's a stalker psycho emo boyfriend why wouldn't he be?"
He smiled. "I guess so... But he's a sweet heart too."
"When?"
"When we're alone."
"I see."
"He's usually pretty calm when he's painting too."
"If not he's a possessive lunatic." He shrugged.
"Basically..."
"Enough about him, though. Let's talk about something else."
"Alright!" He hummed. "What?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Um... that I act too much like a girl..."
"Do you?"
"I'm painting my nails... are you seriously asking me that question?"
"Ah, that's true." He chuckled softly.
Deidara rolled his eyes. "I think I dress kinda girly too..." He sighed. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about if I should shave my head bald for your puppet."
He blinked. "What? Why would you do that?"
"Because my hair is silky unlike certain wigs."
"Don't shave your head... I like your hair."
"I wouldn't do that. I like my hair too. I'll work something out."
He smiled. "Good."
"You better not molest it..."
He blushed. "Why the hell would I do that? Like it would actually have anything to molest anyway..." Sasori chuckled softly. "Right?"
"You'll have to see for yourself." He smiled.
He blinked. "Oh my goodness... bad images."
"What kind of bad images?"
He shook his head. "Eww. I don't even wanna say."
"A puppet with some lovely toys attached to it so you can play while no one is around?"
"Oh my god!" He buried his head in his pillow while Sasori laughed. "That's so wrong..." He mumbled.
"I am just simply saying it, you're the one imagining it."
His face became very hot. "You're making it worse..."
"Am I?" He breathed out. "Or are you the one with the mental imagines of riding a puppet?" He purred.
"Holy crap!"
"Hm?"
"You just gave me that image! Bad! Bad Sasori!"
"I'm sure you're madly blushing." He chuckled.
"You have no idea..." He breathed.
"Now that I think about it. Maybe the mental image you have isn't of a puppet, but of me and my wonderful naked glory?" He purred. Deidara squealed into his pillow. "Oh, did you imagine that too?" Sasori sounded as innocent as a child asking for candy.
"Sasori..." He whined.
"Hm?"
"Stop..."
"What am I doing?"
"Acting all innocent... Giving me bad images..."
"I am simply having a conversation with you."
"A dirty conversation..."
"I was just talking about your puppet. I tried to read your mind and said what you most likely were thinking about. I did nothing wrong."
"Of course you didn't... I'm the only perverted one here."
"Probably..."
"Hey! You gave me a fucking foot job in the middle of a restaurant!"
"You weren't complaining."
"You started it..." He mumbled.
"And you finished it."
"You're such a pervert..."
"Am not. I'm stating a fact. You did finish it."
"And i'm stating a fact. You started it thus you are a pervert."
"I started nothing."
"Like hell you didn't." Sasori just chuckled. Deidara shook his head and cuddled up against his pillow. "We're both pervs..."
"You're the bigger perv." He smiled.
He stuck his tongue out. "Screw you."
"It's the other way around."
"Pervert."
"Of course."
"Ah ha! So you admit it."
"So what if I did?"
"Nothing."
"Good. Now, I'll leave you to paint your lovely nails while I work on your puppet."
He smiled. "Ok."
"Night, Dei."
"Night, Sasori."
"Perv." Sasori hung up.
Deidara stared at the phone, grinning before hanging it up. "He's one too and he knows it."
Sasori placed his phone aside with a slightly smile. He put on his glasses before starting to work on the puppet.
Deidara rolled onto his back and stares at the ceiling. He grabbed his blanket and pulled it over himself before falling asleep.
Sasori worked on the puppet for quite some hours before taking a shower and going to bed himself, easily falling asleep after a few minutes.
YAY! So, what did you think? Interesting phone convo, no? Hm, the next part is Sasori's proof in the bathroom. Hehe.
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