Hello! This is a little gift for user Hyuuga Tenten n.n, who requested Gaara not being able to cope with Sakura and her orange. Hope you enjoy! I'll more than happily work in any requests for scenes!
Update: This chapter now has a partner chapter in the M rated companion fic Hearts After Dark.
It's called Apples.
Enjoy!
Oranges
She sat in his office; on his desk. Swinging her legs back and forth. He is momentarily distracted by them. She is in civilian clothes; he's used to seeing her in scrubs and a lab coat. Now here she is, in a skirt that he finds himself unhappy that other people have seen her in, and an oversized shirt that he's not sure belongs to her.
He walks around his desk, her eyes follow him and she is smiling while eating an orange. She continues to swing her legs. She stops for a moment, though, when he pulls on the cuff of her shirt and raises an eyebrow in questioning. He is not quite sure what he feels about it, he just knows that he doesn't like that she's wearing it.
They've almost mastered the art of conversing without speaking; they've tended to keeps themselves busy since their marriage and have settled in to a steady routine of avoid-then-maybe-oh-no-keep-avoiding.
"It's Sasuke's." She says as if it's not the most offence thing to ever come out of her mouth. "I also pinch his old shirts, they're comfy."
She starts swinging her legs again, humming as she continues to to peel segments of her orange. He goes to sit down, noticing an orange and black jacket draped over his chair. He turns to her, and she has a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
"That's Naruto's old jacket, I tend to pinch them too." She swivels on his desk to sit facing him, continuing to eat her orange so slowly and teasingly that he's not sure whether he wants to tell her to hurry up or slow down.
He sits down, frustrated at her wearing her teammates clothes and even more annoyed that she is blatantly teasing him with it... and that fucking orange.
He's trying to focus on his paperwork, and instead, his wife is in his office wearing a skirt so short that he can almost see- He shakes his head. What's wrong with me today? He thinks, turning his attention to her nibbling on a segment, sucking out the juices with those puckered, rosebud lips-
FUCK. Why is she in here, anyway?-
"Want to go for lunch?" Her voice snatches him from his thoughts. He pulls himself closer in to his desk, resting his hand over his face to cover the pink creeping to his cheeks. And, of course, the part of his anatomy that's trying to make a bulging appearance...
"Well?" She asks again, voice like songbirds and those legs still swinging-
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He manages.
She furrows her brows and grows still, looking down to her lap. "Well, if you don't want to that's fine. I'm just off today and have nothing to do."
Oh shit. He thinks, he's upset her. "No, let's go. Want to try that new ramen place?"
She lights back up, the smile returning to her cheeks. She jumps up from her desk and grabs his hand and suddenly he is being dragged out of his office with her rambling on about hoping they do that miso-stuff like they do in Konoha.
The rest of her orange is left discarded on his desk.