.oo2 Lip Cream

Madara couldn't help but to sniff the small container left on his wife's vanity. It was of bee's wax and soothing milk, a small pot that was obviously loved as the contents inside were easily swilled to a thin layer of cream. Obviously the new clan head knew what this was used for but didn't know of its smell until he kissed Sakura who freshly applied the stuff to her lips. It was obviously a new sensation to the dark haired male, who after wards licked his lips only to get the dry tang of bees wax upon his tongue as his wife pranced away to work. Sneakily as she was out of site, on the small amount of free time he had, the male had to know what was used upon those usually pink lips roughened by the winter winds.

Now it was obvious what the substance was and he was slightly contented by the small vanity that the pinkette took though it was used to smoothen the cracking petals. Now it seemed like the pot of lip cream was on its last legs, since it was used every day, whenever she could. Dark eyes hued of blood narrowed quietly, a plot. Nothing dastardly as wriggling his way in to Konoha's government and into the head council but rather to purchase a new thing of the balm for his lovely wife. A small token of appreciation from him, the seemingly 'cold hearted' bastard as he was called by police force comrades who were not of his blood.

Now came the tricky part, he didn't want any one to know of his hatched plan. In hand was the lip cream, easily hidden in the male's palm all to look not gay. Lips quirked angrily at women who smiled prettily, stalking in the store that Sakura loved to shop. The place were the lip cream originated, going through great lengths so no one of his circle knew of his temporary male weakness. Getting through that shop was a pain, a place was headaches were easily brewed. It took him a while, since after all he never accompanied the pink-headed girl on a shopping trip. Usually she went with her girl friends which consisted of women of her own generation such as Ino or Hinata. Out of nowhere pop came a sales lady, stealthy as a real ninja, with a voice that made pop stars look like social angels.

"Sir, do you need help"

Eyes looked over; half the time when women talked to him it was all a secretive ploy to get in to his pants. Thus a slight suspicion arose before jutting his hand out for the woman to look at the small pot of lip balm. Easily answering the question with a lack of words, as a neatly coiffed head nodded and spun them towards the back. A lot of the colors were dizzying, bright with different cuts for the women's clothing as perfumes over took a usually sensitive nose. There the sales woman proffered a box, efficiently packaged in lavender and black her smile curling up farther upon her lips as questions berated him left and right.

" So who is this for, hmm? A girlfriend?"

Usually when this was asked, the opposite sex would get bright eyed with schemes forming in their airy heads on ways to dispose of the said 'girlfriend'. It was his turn, a rude snort flew form his nose, and a frown slashed his beautiful face. Glaring in contempt, which of course scared the woman out of her wits, though it was a turn on. Knowing that it was impossible to pry marriages apart lest the male was a conniving bastard in this case he was not. And that was a well-known fact as deep words came like a sucker punch to the girls jaw.

"I am married."

From there, Madara stalked up to the front counter after deftly snatching two boxes of the lip balm. From the scarf wrapped form the man glared at the obviously embarrassed store manager who rang up the purchases in quick precision. Behind him or further away in the same section he left her in the sales woman was pouting, complaining at another associate who agreed with every simpering word on how his wife must be a bitch to get him to get her lip cream, and how hot he was. In the rustling of plastic bags and the swiping of cards he was out of there and down the street, lickety split. Trying to make up for lost time, the man carefully phased here and there closer and closer to the Uchiha compound where he, his wife and Sasuke's new yet forced family lived. Quite blatantly he knew how awkward it was for the rosette to live near by her old lover infact be related by marriage to him but that took time though many a family dinner was an odd affair. Close enough to walk; the longhaired man marched through the snowdrifts lamenting on the odd family. Sasuke who was obviously not happy with his arranged marriage often stole peeks at Sakura who in turn would look only at her food and shuffle closer to her husband whom ignored the whole scene.

Here was something he regretted, was making his younger relative marry such an annoying woman. Passing the front gates, the form moved past construction or the restoration of buildings. Sasuke's 'wife' Karin, was more then annoying. She was like a gnat, spiraling around his head, his wife's and of course Sasuke's. Filled to the brim with drama, the red head oft annoyed every one she came across. With brandish flirts directed to himself and her husband and insults to the pink haired med Nin and her friends it was a surprise that his wife didn't just bash her head in with a chakra laden fist. But then who would be a willing mule to restart a once glorious clan? After the bitch pumped a few babies out, she would be terminated as he conclude in his brain. Boots stepping upon the open walkway of his home, Madara shedded the outdoor clothing that consisted of boots, scarf and heavy jacket and placed himself in the thick robe that Fugaku once wore and slippers. Upstairs he went a rustling of plastic against cardboard, in to the master bedroom contently placed far away from other living quarters. Sakura would be in for a surprise instead of one new lip cream, there would be two of them plus her old one that stick had some sort of life.

Eyes narrowly cavorted about the large hallways of creaking wood; shuffling in a pace only a well-trained ninja would go. A heavy door was opened and into a well-heated room the man went, producing those lavender boxes. Stacking them in to a decorative way, one fully in its box, one sitting atop of a halved box and the old lip cream on the surface of the vanity. He was quite proud of this 'gay' moment, as her shouts corroded the main living space, answered by the elderly serving woman in hushed tones. Easily he concealed himself, watching hawkishly as the tired woman he called his wife entered the fray. Sakura shucked her coat off, and sighed not even peeking at the display that was crafted in ease by a watching husband. Coltish limbs stretching out, here and there with the pop of joints resonated in the air. Only after spinning to fix her hair in the mirror did those apple greens found the display.

Like a child she rushed up to the vanity, brows furrowing in slight confusion at the newer containers of her 'favorite' lip cream. Mind rushing with possibilities of who would of done this, obviously over looking the looming husband, brushing that behavior off as typical. None of her friends were that free flowing with their cash to purchase gifts on the random, and if some one did buy her a gift and did something like this it was usually an overly zealous Sasuke trying to win her over and piss off his relative off at the same time, an immature act. Chapped lips quirked to the side as delicate fingers plucked up the old container, screwing it open to slather her lips in the balm via her pinky finger. Totally ignoring the husband whom lurked in the corner, silently fuming in the stereotypical Uchiha manner. How dare she ignore the person who gave the gift, though he was hiding and gauging her reactions as lips were firmly glossed with the things he bought? Slightly biting his lip with pearly teeth he came out, looking as if he strode form the connected master bath, looking down his elegant nose at the girl.

Easily her body spun around to acknowledge him, her husband or basic master of the house though the wife usually was the one who ran all the dealings inside the compound walls. His arms coiled over his chest, clothed snacks of sea foam green and trim fur. Her jaws opened with pretty words fluttering like cosmic butterflies.

"Was it you who bought me these?"

All it took was a nod and the smaller body crushed against his, hands clasping the sides of the richly tufted head. The taste of milk and bees wax infiltrating their tongues, they tumbled noisily to the plush futon on the floor in a frenzy of passion. This was her way of saying thank you for the new lip cream.