Drabble-licious

MultifacetedTune: I was
thinking of this just this morning, but anyway…request granted!

ThyLaSlain:
Lollipop…Naru-chan…Sasuke…Lollipop…(blinkblinkblink…stuffs the Plot Bunny of SuperUncontrollableLust
in a desk drawer) my gods…I hadn’t even thought of that…I worship you…

This might not be the
time to say this, ‘coz I know you’re all antsing for the fic, but I’ll just
take this time to say that any suggestions/challenges/whatever that you want me
to write, just tell me about it. I can do most anything, but I’m just running
out of inspiration and inclination since all I can think about is making them
shag silly in pick-the-room-of-your-choice, which I know you guys won’t mind,
and actually demand on occasion, but I want some fluff. Don’t want people
looking at me and going: Is porn all you think about? (pounces on her
older cousin) So anyway, yeah… Hey, come on people, author of your dreams here,
this time you can actually tell me what to write about. Opportunity!

(because she can’t help
herself…porn freak right here) Bits about shagging will be considered if
carefully worded and specific.

Disclaimer: Not Mine!

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style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Chocolate

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Two heads, one blond, one
brunette, were bent busily over a tableful of scrolls, poring over them
studiously. It would have been believable if it weren’t for the fact that the
blond was absently doodling instead of taking notes, and was munching on a
chocolate bar.

Sasuke rubbed his forehead
as he looked at the crabbed writing. Did all the ancients have to write so damn
illegibly? This was worse than Naruto’s chicken-scratch excuse for writing!

He heard the blond take another
bite and he reached out without looking, pushing the mouth closed before
returning to the scroll.

The blond stuck his
tongue out at him and looked down at the upside-down scroll. “Aren’t we done
here yet?”

“We’ve only been here for
three hours.” His partner said, reaching for a new piece of paper. There was a
thick sheaf of papers beside him already, all covered in his painstakingly neat
script.

“Only you can say ‘only’
after the words ‘three hours’.” He grumbled. “I’m hungry!”

“You’ve been eating candy
non-stop since we got here. You’ll keep me up all night again with your sugar
rush.”

The blond purred and
pushed his nose into the soft dark hair. “You’re complaining?”

He had to stifle a
chuckle and gently brushed his fingers over the whiskered cheek in response.

His lover sat back and
stretched. “I don’t see what’s so interesting about a bunch of mist-based
jutsus anyway.”

“Defense, makes it easier
for stealthy attacks, some of these are like Haku’s and turns the mist into
invisible weapons, easily disguises the smell and feel of poison, can gather in
compress if thick enough, can suffocate, can-”

“Alright, alright
already!”

They left again after
another four hours, because Naruto couldn’t shut his stomach up anymore. It was
nearly dusk and people were already going home. They headed for Ichiraku’s,
with Sasuke leafing through his notes and the blond munching on his nth
chocolate bar.

The brunette looked up
when he spied the welcoming lights of the restaurant. He turned to his partner
to ask him if he wanted take-out and had to muffle his laugh. The blond noticed
and raised an eyebrow, and that made him want to laugh even more.

“You…you’ve got some
chocolate on your…here let me get it…” He smiled and reached forward, fingers
grazing over the corner of petal-soft lips before drawing back with
chocolate-stained fingertips. Then he slid them in his own mouth and sucked it
off unthinkingly.

Naruto grinned. “Cute,
Sasuke.”

They had dinner, with the
brunette mulling over that incident. Was it so unusual? It wasn’t like he
wasn’t affectionate with the blond. They were actually quite comfortable with
each other, and touched frequently. But he never knew what the difference was
between his type of affection and Naruto’s. There was a difference, no
doubt about it, since Sasuke was more reserved, and Naruto was more outgoing
but…was the blond satisfied with that? Maybe he wanted a more open lover…

“You’ve got dessert on
your chin, Sasuke.”

“Huh?” He looked up from
his chocolate pudding to the smiling, open face.

“On your chin.” The blond
said, gesturing to his own.

He tried, ineffectually,
to remove it, but failed.

Then Naruto moved forward
and he felt a warm, wet tongue rasp over his skin, gently licking it all off.
His lover drew back a bit. “Don’t think about unnecessary things, stupid.”

And then he was kissed, a
long, sweet, gentle kiss, with the feel of gently whispered words lingering on
his lips.

“All I need is you.”