Date: 6/27/13
Rating: T
Genre: Cute, Humor, Romance
Prompt: Sakura brought tomatoes from the village while visiting Naruto and Sasuke sparring. But she didn't realize they had a temporary love potion until Sasuke ate one.

"Hey Sakura-chan! What'cha got there?"

Sasuke watched Naruto run towards their teammate as he stood up and wiped the dust from his clothes, piqued. The dobe could have at least waited just a few more seconds for Sasuke to land his final punch. He rolled his eyes, almost too irritated to join them.

"I'm not really sure. I haven't opened it, yet," he heard Sakura say brightly, "But Ino insisted I take them with me when I told her I was meeting up with you guys for lunch." She shrugged, peaking inside the plastic bag, grimacing when she saw its contents. "Eh? Tomatoes?"

Sasuke's ears perked.

"That's it?" Naruto exclaimed as he took the bag from Sakura, looking inside himself. He groaned. "Is this supposed to be a joke? They aren't even cooked or anything! Who the hell would want to eat a raw tomato?"

"I would."

They jumped, almost forgetting Sasuke was there. Naruto passed the bag back to Sakura and made a face as Sasuke shoved his hands in his pockets and walked towards them, disgusted. "Teme, you would?"

Sasuke glared. "Why?" he asked, his voice challenging, "Do you have a problem?"

Sakura saw Naruto bite the inside of his cheek as he pulled both of his sleeves to his elbows, his hands clenching into fists. Her mouth dropped. "You guys can't be serious," she said under her breath, smacking her forehead. However, when lifted her head from her hand she recognized the competitive fire in their eyes, knowing what would happen if she didn't stop them. She sighed, pulling on Naruto's collar before he could lunge at the Uchiha. "All right, you two, that's enough." Sakura shook her head and turned to Sasuke, this time smiling when she addressed him. "Well, since you seem to be the only one who likes tomatoes, would you like one, Sasuke-kun?"

Thought it was tempting, Sasuke knew they were about to have lunch. Maybe later, he wanted to tell her. But before Sasuke could answer, Naruto decided to butt in. "Yeah, Sasuke, why don't you eat one?" he said tauntingly, crossing his arms, "I'd like to see it with my own eyes."

Sasuke clenched his jaw, wanting so badly to punch the smirk off of the dobe's face. "Fine," he said stiffly, nodding to Sakura, "Give me one."

"Uh, okay, Sasuke-kun," she said warily as she opened the bag and took out a tomato, handing it carefully to him. He grunted in thanks and inspected the tomato—bright red, plump, round. He smirked, just how he liked them.

He took a bite, chewing the fruit slowly.

"Well?"

Sasuke looked at Naruto and shrugged, swallowing. "Tastes fine."

"That is," Naruto said, grimacing as he watched Sasuke take another bite, "disgusting." He shuddered and turned to Sakura. "And he thinks we're the weird ones?"

But Sakura refused to comment and rolled her eyes. They could be so childish sometimes. "Great. Now that that's settled, can we go now?"

And as if suddenly remembering their plan for lunch, Naruto's face brightened, the prospect of food more important than any argument with Sasuke. In a flash, Naruto ran towards his things, Sasuke not too far behind as he finished the tomato. But because it was Naruto's turn to pick the restaurant, neither Sasuke nor Sakura needed to ask where to go before walking in the direction of Ichiraku's. However, when the three of them took their seats at the counter, Naruto's eyes widened as he reached inside his pockets and felt they were empty.

"My wallet!" he exclaimed, "I must have left it at the training grounds!" He grabbed his hair with his fists and groaned. "Great, now I have to go all the way back—unless you guys wouldn't mind—" They glared. "Right," he said, laughing awkwardly, "I guess I'll be right back then."

As they watched Naruto run back towards the training grounds, his figure quickly receding into the horizon, something on the floor caught Sakura's eye. She picked it up, suppressing her urge to scream, choosing to smack her forehead instead. It was Naruto's wallet. The idiot didn't think to check the ground.

But before she could stand up, Sakura felt Sasuke take the wallet from her hand, telling her to stay—that he'd get the dobe. He was the faster one between the two of them, after all. She pouted as he rolled his eyes, but nevertheless allowed him to go, knowing he was right. However, when Sakura finally saw Sasuke return after waiting more than twenty minutes, she saw that he was alone, with no Naruto in sight.

"Hey, where's Naruto?" she asked, taking a sip of tea.

Sasuke smirked. "He said to go ahead and eat without him. He's, ah," he said, his eyes looking upwards as he chuckled mischievously, "a little tied up at the moment." Sakura tilted her head, not fully grasping what Sasuke found so amusing. "But," he continued, sitting down, slowly inching closer to her, "now that he's out of the picture, we can finally have that date I've always wanted."

Sakura coughed, choking on her drink. "D-date?" she stuttered, "You—You want a date—with me?"

Sasuke propped his elbow on the counter and leaned his head on his fist. "Of course I do, Sakura," he said coyly as he took her hand, the corners turning upwards into an uncharacteristic smile. "I've never told you this before, but I find you quite, how do I put this, pleasing to the eye."

Her eyes widened, feeling the heat creep up to her cheeks. "You do?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

Sakura swallowed, averting her gaze. "I don't know. It's just that," she said timidly, "this seems so sudden, and—Sasuke-kun, what are you doing?"

He let go out her hand and took a piece of her hair between his fingers, as if mesmerized by the color. Sakura said his name again. "You know," he said musingly, his eyes never leaving the lock of hair in his hand, "I'm so glad you kept your hair short." He sighed longingly as he began to caress her face. "I've always liked girls with short hair. And it just suits you so well."

"Uh," she said, embarrassed, "thanks, Sasuke-kun. But, um, yeah, about this date, I'm not so sure—"

Sasuke stopped, his fingers lightly gliding down her face, making her skin tingle. "Okay, I get it," he said, nodding his head as he took her hand again, "You want to skip the date part." He smirked and pulled her onto his lap. "I think we can arrange that."

"Sasuke-kun!" she hissed, trying to pull away, but this only made his grip tighten as he pulled her closer to him. Sakura couldn't breathe, hearing her heart pound in her ears, glancing at the ramen chef who was trying his best not to stare. Her blush deepened. "Sasuke-kun, we're—we're in public!"

"Then how about a kiss, then?"

"A kiss? But—"

Sasuke pouted. "Please? It's just one kiss," he said, his voice gentle, coaxing, his eyes pleading, "Just close your eyes, and let me do the rest."

It wasn't that she didn't want to—no, Sakura definitely wanted to. But never in her life did she think that the great Sasuke Uchiha would ever—ever—beg her for a kiss. And yet, there she was on his lap, where everyone could see. She gulped and licked her lips, watching Sasuke's pout turn upwards into a satisfied smirk. She closed her eyes.

And though she couldn't see anything, Sakura could feel Sasuke getting closer, feel his breath begin to tickle her skin. Okay, here we go.

But nothing came.

"Sakura," she heard him say slowly, "why are you on my lap?"

She snapped her eyes open and gasped, Sasuke's face just a mere inches away from hers. But the flirtatious gleam in his expression was gone, replaced with nothing more than confusion, bewilderment, and dismay."You mean," she said incredulously, "You don't remember?"

He shook his head, noticing that Sakura was still sitting on his lap, and yet, not minding at all. "The last thing I remember was eating that tomato you gave me."

Sakura twitched.

The tomatoes.

She was going to kill Ino.