(sincerely vuitton)
prompt: Dates, because they are awzm.
dedicated to: My friend, she was the one who made the first part of lesbianism chapter nine.
warnings: Sasusaku fluffiness. And Sasuke being flirty.
disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, period.
the (beautiful) authoress notes: Look I know you guys want to kill me and all because I have updated late and stuff, I'm sorry. It's because of this five-day trip (there was a delay), my mom got surgery (yeah, but she's okay now), enrolment, me getting the nature's monthly subscription, me getting sick, and my dad losing $20,000. Yes, it's all true. Oh and I lost chapters 1-5 of Lesbianism. That was probably a really bitchy week.
Oh and by the way, I've change the chapter title of chapter eight to: the fake date begins! Just so you know. Enjoy the show! (Hey that rhymes!)
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lesbianism
chapter nine. awkward date talk
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Anyways, I'm here and I am alive (but the cramps suck though).
"Oi, Haruno, before you catch flies in your mouth you have to sit down on our table first." Sakura scowled, stupid bastard. Doesn't he know that not all people could afford or even see a place like this? At least let me even gape at the place!
"Oi, Haruno!"
"Sheesh, okay," she quickly sided beside him curling her arm around hers. They walked until they saw a table (with the roses and the fancy plates, like the ones in the movies) on the balcony, overlooking the Konoha bay under the stars. The moon was in full tonight, as if the night was meant for them (well, falsely anyways. they weren't really dating).
Wow, she quietly thought, this is really nice. Duck-boy really went good this time—wait a minute! We're on a fake date not a real one!
She quickly pushed her past thoughts and reverted to see Sasuke holding out a hand to her, smirking. Damn him, he's hard to ignore for sure. She debated for a moment before she could place her hand on his; and it felt warm and right. It was like wearing a glove, a warm glove (one that's been dry-cleaned and fluffed.)
"It's nice Uchiha"—he scowled at this, he clearly wanted to be called something else rather than his surname—"I mean, Sasuke"—scowling again, this time she grunted—"Grr, alright. This is an amazing date, Sasuke... Kun."
He smirked in triumph. "Much better Sakura-Chan,"
Okay this time, she really couldn't control the blush that spread like the plague all over her cheeks.
Damn this boy is one tough nugget.
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Did I just say nugget?
After their quite witty conversation, a waiter—the one that casually flirted with Sakura not too long ago—approached them and asked for their orders.
"Chicken cheese carbonara and iced tea for me," Sakura said after looking at the orders, the waiter smiled flirtatiously (though, this did not get unnoticed by sasuke. seeing he's an overprotective date).
So Sasuke—still scowling, since the damn waiter ruined just the start of their date—carelessly kicked the shin of the poor waiter and glared at him (yes, fear the glare).
"I'll have the chicken spaghetti with sliced tomatoes, and water."
The waiter, still recovering from the kick (and maybe the punch), grunted and twitchingly wrote their orders on his blank note pad.
"What would your dessert be then?" Still flirting with Sakura with that smile of his (man, does this guy ever take a damn hint?)
Sakura was about to answer, yet Sasuke beat her to it, "How 'bout an 'I'll kick your ass if you keep flirting with her' ice cream and maybe an 'I'm going to chop off your balls' pie as well." Yes, glare, scowl, growl; typical Uchiha possessiveness.
The waiter glares too, but his makes a clown in comparison with Sasuke.
Sakura rolled her eyes. Men these days, she thought and went back to reality. She looked at the desserts section from her menu (and maybe took a peak at the soup of the day category) and found the perfect dessert. Hopefully Sasuke will like the choice.
"Can I order my—our dessert now?" She said impatiently. The two men finished their death glaring contest and turned to their center of attention. Sasuke tried to smile (so you know, he can get Sakura's attention. his smiles always dazzle women—and maybe some men...)
Finally, Sasuke cracked a smile. And woah, Sakura was shocked.
Is that his smile? That's really hot! Oh my god, look at that teeth! And that... Hey am I blushing—and drooling! Well, I couldn't blame myself. His smirks were hot... But his smile is a million times better, shit, is that a puddle of my drool? God I have to stop thinking to myself.
"Sa-Ku-Ra-Chan..." He started speaking, while the smile never left his beautiful aristocratic features. "Did I ever tell you how beautifully amazing you look right now? I absolutely adore you,"
She blushed—and cautiously wiped the drool on her lap—and somehow she kept her poise (it wasn't working; she's like a caveman drooling over a meaty mammoth).
Then she remembered, I'm a lesbian, a fucking lesbian! Ignore the boy... Ignore, ignore, ignore...
"So we'll have the cookies and cream pie, and could we have Crème de champignons, that's mushroom cream soup right? We'll have that for the soup of the day, thanks." She spoke that all without looking at Sasuke. He's still smiling, which was dangerous.
The waiter—clearly pissed because Sasuke has a much more dazzling smile than him—wrote them down, bowed (and winked) at the rosette and left.
After calculating on how long the dinner would take, he replied to the couple, "It will take around twenty to twenty-five minutes," And he left the couple alone. Which gives Sasuke the free access to flirting the pretty blossom train. Chooo, chooo.
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"Saku-Chan..."
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"Will you look at me cherry blossom?" Oh God, it's my namesake... Ignore, ignore, ignore...
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"You know your legs look amazing in that slit."
Consciously, she looked at her left side and saw that almost all (save for her underwear, thank God) left leg was exposed. She tried to cover the leg, but Sasuke's hand beat her to it.
"No, no, I want them to see that only I could see sexy, toned legs."
Blush.
"Sh-Shut up, Uchiha—!" Before she could retort, his warm lips landed on hers. And it felt good, too good.
I want to throw him of the balcony, but he kisses so well! Much better than a girl... No cherry chap stick there!
She responded to the kiss feverishly and slid her slender arms to his neck, whilst her wrapped his muscled arms protectively on her waist.
They were like that for a minute or two, so after a while; they finished and cut off their passionate making out. But Sasuke just wasn't fully satisfied. Subsequently, he moved his hungry lips to her ear lobe (whispering oh-so-sexy words! oh la, la!), then to her cheek, to her jaw, and before she knew it, he was sucking on her neck (like a hungry vampire... mmm.)
"Mmmm... Uchiha... Mmmm, okay st-stop... ASDFGJHJKKL STOP ALREADY!"
It was romantic at first—because they were kissing passionately and all, but then the latter part was an utter (and epic) failure.
"What's the matter Sa-ku-ra—"
"Okay stop with the syllabication! You're flirting with me!"
He chuckled amusedly, "What do you think boyfriends do to girlfriends, Sakura-Chan? Just stare and smile? Sorry, but I would want to be a good boyfriend."
Oh, that's it after all—WAIT A MINUTE...
"We're not even dating, Uchiha-boy! This is fake, all of this is false, remember!" She screeched and yelped, while waving her arms all around in the process, this caused the people around the restaurant to watch the attention-grabbing pair.
He chuckled, completely amazed at her humorous charm. "Oh Sakura-Chan, you shouldn't yell, people are staring at our privacy."
Sakura was red, really red (not because she was blushing, oh no, she was pissed. beyond pissed.)
"Oh you egotistical bastard, if you don't stop flirting right now I will cut off your balls, put them in a bottle, and throw them to your fan girls." She was staying completely calm, but of course she had an inner that was bursting in flames, like a flame-thrower.
"Mhmm." He probably ignored her.
"ASFGVGHEGTFHSVD—"
"Excuse me," it was the waiter (you know, the Sakura fan boy, guy with a cute smile but not as stunning as Sasuke's) who butted in to Sakura's unwanted rant curses.
"Your dinner is ready," he cautiously (seeing it was glass and all) placed the plate of chicken cheese carbonara on Sakura's side, and the chicken spaghetti with sliced tomatoes on Sasuke's. Then the two plates of crème dechampignons were placed on the side of the main course. Lastly their drinks were allocated on the front of the dish, and the food was served.
"Thank you," Sakura reverted back to her old self, calm and collected. But then she remembered her dessert order, "Uh, what happened to the dessert we ordered? You know the chocolate covered strawberry cheesecake?"
The waiter changed in to a thinking pose and pulled out his notepad and read the small message at the end, "It will be served momentarily, in the mean time, please enjoy your meals."
And he left them with the delicious food on their plate.
The fifteen minutes that they spent was awkward to explain at the least, but since I am the amazing narrator, I shall explain it the best that I can, starting with Sakura's weird twitching.
Twitch.
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Twitch.
"Sakura-Chan stop twitching, you look stupid, and you know I hate to call you that."
"Quit with the acting, Uchiha boy."
"I'm not acting; I'm merely expressing my love to you, sweet cherry blossom."
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Twiiiitch.
Sakura almost had a spasm from all the twitching and decided to stop, turning her attention to the well-prepared food.
As soon as Sakura had her first bite it was like sex (don't look at us, she said the sex thing) in her mouth.
She was moaning (and Sasuke was secretly turned on... as fast as a night light) at the exemplary taste of the moan. She took more bites and the moans went louder. Sasuke wanted to ignore this, but damn she was too sexy (for him).
She also said stuff that you could only hear in porn sites, like for example:
"Mmm, oh God yes, this is amazing!"
Amazingly perverted.
Sasuke turned on even more.
And I, the amazing narrator, feels even more awkward writing stuff like this. I mean, I'm only fourteen for Gods' sakes and—
Ahem.
Anyways.
On Sasuke's side, he ate the soup first. Then, he munched on the spaghetti, savouring the delectable taste in his mouth (but he wasn't moaning of course. he was, after all, uchiha sasuke, and he does not moan—in public).
He finished early, and saved the sliced tomatoes on the side of his plate. And since he loved tomatoes very much, he eats them without anything (uchihas' roll like that).
Sakura, however, still was ruminating (and maybe moaning) on her food; obviously she was enjoying it. As well as the soup too, since she was the one who chose it.
"Oh God, this is so amazing! I love this stuff; it's like sex on a plate—"
Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?
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Okay that really got Sasuke turned on.
With a bulge down his pants...
Oh snap.
a/n: Sorry for the whole 'sex' mention thing on the end, but I do love making things awkward—
Sakura: Is it my turn yet?
No, let me finish my rant!
Sakura: (Sigh) FINE.
Okay so, sorry for the 'sex' mention thing... blah, blah, I love making things awkward on a date, especially for Sasuke and Sakura. And Sasuke flirting is so cute right? I squealed the whole time writing that. Anyways, I know I'm a week late and I'm sorry, it was a busy past week and I'm SORRY.
Cookies and cupcakes for everyone, and maybe some ramen too.
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Sakura!
Sakura: SORRY! Please review so Sasu-Cakes can kiss me on the next chapter! (Squeal)
Very good, so you heard what the girl said, REVIEW so she can achieve a kiss!