Date: 9/29/13
Rating: T
Genre: cute, humor, romance
Prompt: Continuation of the virgin prompt (Chapter 34): After the battle, Sakura says that she is a virgin, and Sasuke is smug because he's sure that he will be her first.

Had Sakura known it would be like this, she wouldn't have told Sasuke in the first place, her guilt, despite her better judgment, finally getting the better of her after noticing his expression turn sour as she talked to the Iwa-nin, who somehow made his way through the throng of celebrating shinobi just so he could tell her how relieved he was that she was alive, that both of them were alive. So cutting their conversation short, Sakura went over to Sasuke and pulled him into the nearest tent. If he wanted to know so badly, then so be it. But now, as she stared at him, waiting for him to say something, all she wanted was to wipe that smirk off his face.

"You seem pleased," she said, finally breaking the silence.

He shrugged. "I can't say I'm not."

And that was it; he had nothing more to add, nothing but an impish gleam in his eyes and his characteristic smirk. Sakura pursed her lips, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling. "Well," she said, preparing to leave the tent as quickly as possible so she could deal with her growing embarrassment in private, "now you know."

However, she barely took two steps when Sasuke's voice stopped her, curious, and yet, genuinely amused. "So you were waiting, then?"

"'Were'?" she repeated, turning around just so he could see the face she was making—a mixture of disbelief and confusion, of what the hell? and are you serious? "What do you mean 'were'? I am."

Sasuke shoved his hands into his pockets and walked closer to her, shrugging once again. "Well, I'm returning to the village, aren't I?"

"I know you are."

"So you don't have to," he said, "wait anymore, I mean."

For a moment, Sakura was convinced that she was dreaming, so much so that she actually closed her eyes and pinched herself—because it couldn't be real, her rationale told her. It just couldn't. But when she opened her eyes to the realization that she it wasn't a dream, that Sasuke, in the few and yet just enough words he'd uttered, implied that her virginity would be given to him, the reaction was immediate—widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

She swallowed, trying to find her voice and use her wit, her only defense against such blatancy. "You—you're pretty confident in yourself, Sasuke-kun, but," Sakura said slowly, crossing her arms, waiting until she was sure the blush had disappeared, "you're forgetting one thing."

"Which is?" he asked, raising a brow.

"How do you know that I want you to be my first?"

Sasuke blinked. And then he sighed. And then he nodded. There was only silence in the tent, and Sakura was sure she got him, sure that she won. But as quickly as her relief came, it left—because his smirk had returned; because she caught the gleam in his eye just before he took a few steps forward and leaned in.

"You're right. I don't. But, you should know," he said, hot breath tickling her ear—though that wasn't what sent the chills down her spine or the blood to her cheeks, "I want you to be mine."