Title: A Wake-Up Call

Prompt: Our First Place

Summary: When I woke up in the morning, I wasn't expecting to be in a different bed with nothing but my bra and panties on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Rating: T

Riiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

"Shut. Up."

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

"Shut up!" I groan, burying my face in the pillow. My left arm stretches out, waving around as I try to reach for my alarm clock. When I don't find it, I frown into my pillow. I edge to the left, reaching my arm out further as I blindly try to knock down the clock and end my torture.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

Where in the world is that stupid alarm clock?

I groan in frustration and lift my head out of my pillow, staring angrily to my right at my alarm clock…

…which isn't there.

I squint in confusion, shaking the sleep out of my head. My eyes widen as I take in my surroundings. The alarm clock isn't to my left, but to my right. Instead, I'm facing a small desk with scrolls and pencils scattered on top. The whole room is painted blue. The window is to the right of the bed, and when I look up, I see a ceiling fan.

I turn over quickly, the white sheets covering me tangling between my legs. I do a quick once over of the room, confirming with fear what I suspected to be true. I then look down over my body and scream his name.

A head of black hair appears by the doorway, and I scream again, quickly pulling the sheets over my body. His Sharingan is activated, the katana in his hand. His eyes scan over me and he frowns in confusion as I give him a piercing glare.

"What?"

What. What. WHAT? Is that what he says?

"Oh, nothing Sasuke. Just wanted to ask WHY THE HECK I'M IN YOUR BED PRACTICALLY NAKED!"

I'm panting now, my face red, whether from anger or embarrassment I'm not sure. My pink hair is a mess, flying out in all directions. He just stares at me, an unconcerned look in his eyes as I look daggers at him.

He sighs, sheathing his katana and walking into the room. He leans his back on the wall, his hands behind his head as he stares at the ceiling. "Is there a problem?"

"Sasuke! I'm wearing nothing but my bra and underwear!"

He raises an eyebrow. "So? I've seen you in less, Sakura." He says lazily.

I flush, and if I wasn't red before I am now. He smirks as I sputter and try to collect myself. I pull the sheets closer to myself, trying in vain to cover up more of my body. I end up clutching the edge of the sheet to my neck, breathing deeply as I try to calm myself from exploding. He continues smirking at me, the corner of his mouth twitching occasionally.

He. Has. The. Gall.

Damn him.

"Where am I, Sasuke?"

"Why don't you guess?"

"Just hurry up and tell me, Sasuke! It's 7:30 in the morning and I'm not in the mood to play games!"

"…We're at that new apartment Naruto was talking about last week. The one right beside the Academy."

"…What are we doing here?"

He gives me what I've labeled 'the look', the one that makes you feel like the answer is so obvious that you're an idiot for not knowing anything.

I narrow my eyes and glare right back, giving him what he's labeled my look, the one that makes you feel like you are so screwed (and you probably are) if you don't answer me right now.

He must have recognized it, because his smirk toned down a bit. Just a bit.

"This is our first place."

"What?"

"I bought it last night, after we got out of the bar."

"I don't remember that."

"Of course you didn't. You passed out after drinking your seventh beer. I had to carry you here. You're heavy."

I glare at him some more, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Wait a sec." I ask, my brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean 'our first place'?"

He smiles now, an actual, rare Sasuke-branded smile.

"Well Sakura, I've decided we're going to live together."

I gape at him, my jaw hanging open as I watch him calmly walk out of the door. On his way out, he pauses.

"Oh, and Sakura? Get comfortable in a bra and underwear. This apartment only has one bedroom."

I stare at him, trying to comprehend what he said. When it finally kicks in, he's left the room and I pull the cover over my head, groaning.

This will be fun.