title: love month
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ!
rating: T-M
summary: o12; She smelled like flowers. Thus, she was his flower girl.
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Scent
She smells like flowers.
It was probably because she went frolicking in the flower gardens so much. Sasuke saw as Sakura, nearly four feet tall and in her pink sundress, walked barefoot through flower gardens and skipped, enjoying herself and happy with everything. Sometimes she held a basket in her hand and picked the prettiest flowers, only to give them to her mom later as a tiara or a bracelet.
Sasuke would've guessed that she was maybe six or seven? He himself was eight, so she wouldn't be older than him. But for some reason, as he played sports outside with Naruto and the rest of his guy friends, he couldn't help but notice her on the other side of the park. Sometimes, he would get so drawn into her that he'd forget what he was doing—
"Teme, watch out!"
The football hit him right in the side of the head and knocked him down into the mulch. He rubbed his head in pain as Naruto came and laughed at him. "You silly! How did you not see it? I called your name out like, a billion times and you were just standing there like, 'uh…'" Naruto helped Sasuke up. "Who's the girl you've got a crush on?"
"I don't have a crush on her," Sasuke said, looking away and blushing.
"Ah-ha! So you were looking at a girl! Which one is it? Come on, you sly dog…" Naruto said, punching Sasuke playfully.
"I wasn't!"
"Yes you were!"
"Nu-uh!"
"Uh-huh!'
The banter continued on and on until he saw Sakura, from the corner of his eye, go up to her mother and give her the basket of freshly picked flowers.
"Thank you, Sakura-chan! These are so pretty!" Sakura's mother wore the tiara that she made for her, and her other women friends sighed in jealousy.
"I wish I had a daughter. My son is only interested in playing sports, like his dad." Lee's mother.
"Me too, me too. My son is so anti-social and not bright at all." Mikoto.
"My son's just stupid." This came from Kushina. "Well, he's not stupid. He's just thick-headed, like his dad. But I love him anyhow."
"Hi." Sakura came up to the boys and smiled as she looked up at Sasuke, a huge grin on her face. "Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing," Sasuke said, blushing. The closer she was to him, the more embarrassed he felt. Plus, her flowery aroma wasn't helping. It was nothing like the perfume other girls wore, but instead, natural like the flowers themselves.
"Can I watch? I don't want to play."
"You'll get bored."
She pouted. "No, I like watching other people."
Naruto made a chibi face. "Wahh, you're so cute! What's your name? I'm Naruto! Mm, you smell good! I could eat you up!"
"Naruto!" Sasuke growled.
"Hey, it's not like she's ramen. If she smelled like it I would have eaten her already!"
Sakura smiled. "I'm Sakura! It's nice to meet Naruto-kun and teme-kun."
Naruto's face colored drowned. "Sakura-chan, what did you say?"
"Teme-kun! I heard you call this boy teme, so his name must be teme-kun!"
"Shh, Sakura-chan! That's a secret word! You can't say that in front of other people. He looked around like a secret agent and said, 'His name is Sasuke, but don't say teme, okay? It's a bad word, like…like the s-word!'"
Sakura's eyes widened. "The s word?"
"Yeah, you know…s-t-u…"
Sakura covered her ears. "I know, I know! Don't say it!"
Sasuke smirked and nearly blushed at how cute she was. She was so innocent and sweet and smelled so yummy that he couldn't help but like her even more.
"Sakura, sit over there and watch us play, okay?" Sasuke said, pointing to the empty bench. "You'll be a special person, okay? When the ball goes over past the edge here—" he pointed to the border of the playground. "—then you have to go get the ball for us, okay? Can you do that?"
Sakura nodded and sat down on the bench, eagerly waiting to perform her job.
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eleven years later
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"Stop it, Sasuke-kun!" she squealed as he tickled her, pushing her onto the couch. "I'm ticklish!"
"I know, I'm trying to find the right places to make you laugh even louder," he chuckled as he kissed her neck. "Right here, maybe?" his fingers were on her waist. "Or here?" at her ribcage. "Or here?" at her thigh.
"Stop! Stop! My chest hurts from laughing so hard," she squealed as she turned around and faced him. "Ugh, you're so irritating!"
"Says you."
They both stopped in silence for a moment until Sakura kissed him tenderly. "I like you a lot, Sasuke-kun."
"I like you, too," he murmured as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. "You smell like flowers," he muttered as he bit the skin of her neck gently. "I like it."
"Oh," she said, blushing. "Yeah. I still go out and pick flowers a lot for my mom so we can put them in a vase."
"You used to like making jewelry out of them," he said, holding her waist tighter to him.
"Yeah…ha ha, I was really young then. And you used to play sports with Naruto and everyone else all the time while I did my 'job.'"
"You kind of served as a waterboy for us back then."
"Shush," she said, putting a finger to his lip. "Let's focus on now."
Sasuke smirked, kissing her tight and holding her closer to him. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her thighs around his waist. She moaned as he put his fingers under her shirt and reached up to the bottom of her breasts, feeling her bra.
"Hands where I can see them," she teased. He was up for the challenge, too.
"Then I guess we'd better take your shirt off." He helped her raise her arms so that they could remove her top, so all he saw was her half-naked torso ready to burst out from the only thing keeping them together.
"Don't look, you're making me nervous," she squeaked. He kissed her neck softly.
"I think you're gorgeous."
The scent of her hair, the taste of her lips, and the feel of her skin…they all reminded him of flowers. She smelled like flowers, tasted sweet, and was as soft as a rose petal…
"You still smell like flowers," he murmured as he took off his own shirt. "And I love it."
"And you still smell like sweat," Sakura added as his eyes widened. "But I still love it, too," she added. He smirked, tickling her again as she rolled over on her stomach. "Sasuke-kun!"
"Tickle attack!"
"Ack! Agh! Sasuke-kun!"
He stopped to kiss the back of her neck before breathing in her fragrance again. "I should tell you that I'm allergic to pollen, by the way," he mentioned.
"And I should tell you that I'm allergic to your sweat," she said in reply. They stared at each other in complete seriousness, then broke out laughing.
"I'm just joking."
"Me, too."
He kissed her again before lying her back down on the couch and licked every part of her face and neck, like a cat.
"You know, if we ever get married, instead of being a bride, I'd like to be a flower girl."
"I'll make sure it happens then," he promised, holding out his pinky for her to take. "After all, you already smell like one."
He kissed her again.
Slight changes 7.8.14!