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I still wasn't learning from my Past Mistakes.

I moved in with Sasuke. We made various excuses to everyone we knew about training and it being cheaper. I don't think they were all convinced by that.

In any case, I was standing in front of our shared cabinet, eyeing up the relatively organized drawer in front of me. It'd been split down the middle, and that is what was puzzling me. I was certain that last night, there'd been a few orange t-shirts in there, along with a few differently coloured bed-shirts. These had now all disappeared.

Discounting the possibility of ninja moths, I was sure there was a far more Reasonable Explanation. I could almost smell Sasuke's Handiwork here. I just wasn't sure what exactly he was playing at, replacing nearly all of my clothes with black and blue t-shirts.

That said, I couldn't complain too much. After all, they were new. And upon touching them, I discovered they were very soft. Soft like mine had been when I bought them aeons ago, before i subjected them to millions of hot and cold washes to get rid of stains and blood.

“Naruto! Lunch!” Sasuke called from the kitchen. I pulled on the new clothes, grabbing a pair of trousers from the second drawer.

“Yeah, yeah! Coming!” I called back, making my way to the kitchen. The smell of noodles wafted towards me. I had to make Various Concessions, to be allowed to live with Sasuke. One of them was that Ramen was not an acceptable item in this house. But apparently, noodles were. I didn't really mind, Sasuke was a good cook, and when I really wanted one, Ichiraku wasn't that far away.

Turning into the kitchen, Sasuke was just putting our bowls down on the table and sitting down. He looked up as I came in and smiled. Automatically I smiled back at him.

Sitting down, I nodded at him before tucking in. It was really nice. I finished quickly, idly wondering if I was hungry enough to ask Sasuke if there were any extras, or if I was truly just being greedy.

The next thought that lodged itself in my brain was that Sasuke had a very nice mouth. But then, I knew that. I smiled at the thought of his lips last night. And now he was eating those noodles in such a fastidious manner, ensuring that none of the sauce splattered over the table or onto his clothes.

Sasuke finished chewing, and then said, “Why so quiet?”

Cocking my head to the side, I waited for a moment before answering. Sasuke looked up questioningly.

“Thanks for the new clothes.” I smiled. And then winked at him, because of course, I was obliged to thank him for them later. Sasuke looked down, trying to hide the full smile that tugged at his lips. I could see the struggle. Reaching across the table, I captured his free hand in my own and massaged his thumb in my own. “I sorta want to thank you...”

I made it pretty clear what I meant with it. I think he got it.

“I'm glad you like them.” he smirked, dropping the chopsticks irreverently on the bowl. Getting up, I rounded the table, pulling at Sasuke's chin I crushed our lips together. Pushing up from his chair, Sasuke propelled us backwards, mouths still melded to one-another as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Manoeuvring us into the bedroom, Sasuke pushed me onto the bed and started to take off his trousers. I began to follow suit.

“Keep them on.” Sasuke huskily demanded. Not one to spoil a good thing, I did. I followed the line of skin that was being uncovered as he took off his shirt, once again admiring his lean build.

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I was feeling really happy and sated. Sasuke had been even more enthusiastic than usual, taking the lead. Somewhere in the middle, my clothes eventually came off and had been thrown to the side. Or more accurately, the end of our bed. Peering down between my toes I could see them. And that's when I noticed something Rather Strange.
There was a some embroidery at the bottom of one of the clothes. I guess I hadn't noticed it when I hastily pulled them on earlier today. Interest piqued, I niftily pulled one closer with my toe. Sasuke next to me shifted a slightly, grumbling lowly in his throat at the disturbance.

I started to frown as I turned the fabric inside out. I didn't even have to smooth it out to see what it was. Turning to Sasuke, I punched him hard in the shoulder.

“What is THAT doing on MY t-shirts?!” I shouted, pointing at the offensive Uchiha fan embroidered subtly, but pointedly on my clothes.

Sasuke looked at me, a confused expression appearing on his face at my outburst. “Uhh... I thought you liked it?” he asked, clearly genuinely puzzled.

“I liked THE CLOTHES, I didn't see that.” A light Switched On in my brain. “You kinky pervert, you LIKED seeing me in those.” The over presumptuous, arrogant, sly bastard!

In all fairness, I think this was the first time I've ever seen Sasuke back away from a fight with me. But then again, my arms were flailing. And I may have been clutching said items rather tightly.

I was not going to admit that I may like this possessive side of his.

Nope.

Sasuke returned with a piece of paper in his hand that he gave me. A name and a number. I looked at him, non-plussed. This had better be the number of a wholesaler of Ramen, because I was sure as hell going to Make Sasuke Pay. And Suffer. For Weeks.

“The tailor.” Answering my unasked question.

“Oh.” I looked at it, and then grabbed the bed-side phone. Sasuke insisted that phones in nearly every room were not an excess, merely convenient. Sure. I dialled the number. Sasuke hovered over me, nibbling a lip. I refused to be side-tracked by any lust. Dammit.

“Good Afternoon Konoha Tailors, how can I help?” a bright voice on the other side asked.

I thought it may be fair to return the favour and suprise Sasuke.

“I need all of the clothes in my home altered. Could I get my clan insignia embroidered?” Listening in, Sasuke's smile from earlier returned, and he wrapped his arms around my neck from behind. I patted the arms in front of me.

“Of course, we offer that service.”

“Thank you, I'll bring them round.” I hung up.

I guess I really am stuck with him for life.

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The End