"I'm home."
Her mind was still swimming after his little display, and it had been a full fifteen minutes since he'd done it.
She was sitting on the couch, now, trying to calm the pounding of her heart, and he was sitting beside her, arms folded as he listened to the endless questions from Naruto.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS?"
He was basically shouting it, and a part of her could understand why.
"I THOUGHT THAT WE WERE FRIENDS, TEME! WHY ARE YOU BETRAYING MY TRUST?"
Beside her, the Uchiha shrugged, "I didn't know that I was supposed to tell you everything about my private life, Naruto."
"BUT, THIS IS IMPORTANT, TEME!"
He froze for a moment, a look of horror replacing the betrayed expression he wore.
The blond took a step forward, "You didn't force Hinata, did you?"
Black eyes met white, and though the other two probably could tell, the subtle narrowing of his eyes and the way that they flicked to her lips told exactly how he felt about the prospect.
She dropped her gaze immediately, pressing her knees just a little tighter together, a bit flustered by the sudden upsurge of heat at the juncture of her thighs.
"No," he replied, a the workings of a growl lacing his voice, "not yet. Though, now that you mention it, it's quite tempting."
That answer was obviously unexpected, because Naruto didn't reply immediately, the way he'd been doing before.
Even Sakura hadn't seen that coming, and she had a history of seeing things coming.
She knew, because when she finally looked up, the white haired woman was blushing almost as brightly as she knew that she was.
And when their eyes met, the Haruno averted her gaze.