Date: 9/1/13
Rating: T
Genre: Cute, Humor
Prompt: Sasuke starts smoking/Sasuke starts a smoking habit. Sakura disapproves.
"Sasuke-kun, is that—is that a cigarette?"
He tensed.
Shit.
But there was no use in trying to hide it from her; that would be insulting. And yet, as he turned around to face his girlfriend, Sasuke couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he just chucked the cigarette and pretended nothing happened. Maybe Sakura would laugh and forget about the whole thing—carry on with the rest of her day until their dinner that evening. He paused. Or maybe not. He blinked. Probably not. He grimaced. Definitely not. "Yes."
She ran a hand through her hair, her hand pausing midway and grabbing a fistful. "Sasuke-kun," she said, his name a sigh upon her lips; his name like a burden, "how many more times do I have to tell you that smoking is bad for you?"
"Zero." Sasuke crossed his arms, rolling the still-lit cigarette between his fingers, tempted to roll his eyes when he how Sakura observed the cigarette smoke, the look of dismay never quite leaving her face. He closed his eyes and took a breath. "And how many more times do I have to tell you that I can stop whenever I want to?"
"You're kidding right?" Sakura asked, incredulous, "You think I haven't heard that line before? Think about your lungs!"
He shrugged. "You can heal me."
"Think about your stamina!"
"I'll train harder."
"Think about how expensive it is!"
He smirked, raising his brow as he shook his head. "I really don't think that will be a problem, Sakura."
Sakura made a face, biting the inside of her cheek—knowing he was right, refusing to admit it to him. Considering that Sasuke was now able to go on missions now, money was probably the least of his concerns. She blinked. No, definitely. But that didn't mean she was going to let him win this argument that easily.
"Fine, then. Think about—" she said, her mind pulling at straws, scrambling to think of a valid reason, something she knew would convince Sasuke to stop this nasty—and recent—habit of his. And then she knew. "Then, think about how I won't kiss you anymore!"
Beat.
"What?"
She smirked, holding the same smug expression Sasuke previously held. Check and mate. "You heard me. Just because you like the taste of cigarette smoke doesn't mean I have to pretend I do, too. So go ahead, do what you want. I can't stop you. But just know, as long as you continue smoking, you can kiss these lips goodbye." Sakura laughed and gave him a wink. "Figuratively, of course."
The cigarette was finally out; the last of its ashes falling towards the ground as Sasuke uncrossed his arms and brought the cigarette towards his face. He shook his head—she played dirty. Real dirty. But he respected that.
So without a second thought Sasuke chucked it.
"Now I want to."