Television

Chapter 3: Waking up to Naruto

It was catching. His way of thinking. He manages to surprise me, and sometimes I end up surprising myself. The way we ended up in this relationship. I blame him, because he was the inspiration for my behaviour – the planning, the sneakiness of it all. Not at all like me, I preferred to be straightforward and controlled and earnest. But he brings out other parts of me, and like now, to have him next to me while he slept was a blissful experience. I realised I was waiting for him to wake up, in my arms. Disgusting, I was turning into a sop like him.

But he felt warm under my hands, the rise and fall of his chest was lulling. I loved him, really. Something tickled my collarbone, Naruto shifting to my chest, clinging to me like a lost puppy. Or, as he'd think to say, making sure I didn't run away by clinging to me possessively. Well. It didn't really matter either way, but it was nice to be wanted.

The alarm clock began to ring, I let it run its course. Naruto attempted to bury himself deeper into me at the disturbance. I braced myself for the cheery-happy music that Naruto usually chose. Any moment now, he'd leap out and start dancing around. It no longer irritated me, in fact, I usually put on a frown just to continue our morning ritual.

The nuzzling turned from a friction of skin on skin, to a brush of lips over skin. The final five rings of the alarm, and then a heavy bass came on. Bump. Ba-bump. Fingers snaked their way down my stomach, resting on my navel and then proceeded to make themselves known somewhere else.

“Naruto?!”

“Shh.” he replied, half-awake. “Let me ravish you.” My first thought was to get bitchy and tell him to wash up before he kissed me, but that thought inexplicably fled my mind when his mouth went there. And then, when I was just about getting used to that and the heavy music and the urgency with which he'd thrown himself over me, and I was about to tell him that I wasn't a frikkin school-girl that needed ravishing when a finger went somewhere else, and to be honest, my mind just about went blank after that.

xxx

“Seriously Sasuke, you're a hot lay.” Naruto threw this out, off-hand. As though it were a completely normal thing to say. I wanted to throttle him. It was the smirk. And it was causing me to want to throttle him. Or at least throw this plate of food into his face. I'd refused to cook. I was now regretting this because hell, Naruto only makes ramen of his own volition. And he was far too amused by my lack of amusement at his constant needling that he hadn't even bothered to add some vegetables or a bit of extra seasoning and by all things why the hell was I living with him?

“Shut up.” It lacked maturity, that response. I internally winced at the knowing smile still hovering on his lips, that smart line of teeth all too evident.

“And your voice. God. Just thinking about it. And that song as the background. Fuck. I oughtta record you and sell it discreetly.” Naruto threw back his head, pondering this.

I interrupted him. “Do you wish to die?” I waved the chopstick in my hand threateningly.

“Oh come on Sasuke, no point in lying about it. I know you enjoyed it. Besides, this is only playing fair. You tied me up and blindfolded me the other day, this in comparison was tame!” I glared at him, though it was waning in intensity. Damn him.

“O.K., allow me to rephrase, do you wish to continue living here?” Naruto laughed heartily. I really hated him at the moment. Mostly because he was laughing at my blushing. Honestly.

Naruto stood up, and I watched him carefully, expecting him to pounce on me again. Instead he grabbed my bowl, and started towards the kitchen. “Let me make you something you like.”

I think my heart just jumped.

Its moments like this that I know that luring him over to watch TV so that I could ravish him back then was the correct choice to make. Remembering that... How uncomfortable he was back then...

A little smile crept over my face, and I had to resist laughing at how evil I felt. I had planned on saving it for a rainy day, or as a gift, but as he said, it was just playing fair.

“Hey Naruto?” The sound frying of vegetables was reassuring.

“Yes?” He called back.

“There's a movie I want to watch with you tonight.” I tried to make myself sound as blasé as possible.

“Oh really? What is it called?” Hm, so much choice. Blindfolded Fishcake. Tied-down whirlpool. Or perhaps...

“Oh, just a little something from an up-and-coming director.” I snickered.

“What's so funny?” Naruto came back with the modified dinner, noodles buried under a mountain of vegetables. Much better. Tucking in, I shook my head.

“I'll tell you later.” I ignored the pleading eyes. Tables turned. Success!

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It was hot in the house. Naruto was barely wearing anything, the shorts halfway down his shapely ass. Following behind him, I reached forward and landed a smack on his butt that had him turn around and give me a saucy wink.

“I see you still can't get enough from this morning.” he leered as we made our way towards the couch. I was mostly disgusted. Damn weekends.

“So this movie is called The Hard Life of a Blond Ninja.” I whisked the movie into the DVD player. I pressed pause before it started playing. I wandered over to the couch and sat myself next to him. We had both grown since then, but it felt much the same, and there was a rush of blood to the head, leaving me grinning. Naruto gave me a look.

“I haven't heard of this one, is it a really new release? Who is in it?” He asked.

I ignored the question, instead I turned to him and crawled into his lap. He smiled, and I smiled with him. A small kiss, before turning away and settling down in his loose embrace.

“This is rather comfortable.” he laughed, head thrown back. I loved that laugh. I loved the sounds he made. And I was going to remind him that he definitely outdid me in one area.

I pressed play.

And there was silence. I was barely keeping my laughter in, shaking hard instead.

And then there was outrage. “What the HELL, Sasuke! You sneaky ass bastard what the hell!”

I turned up the volume. A particularly loud moan of his ended the huffiness I felt underneath me. And then there was laughter from him again.

“You make a lot of beautiful sounds too Naruto. And you're one hot lay too.” I snickered. Naruto didn't respond, rather intently watching the video of our escapades.

What can I say? His way of thinking... it was catching. I'm only glad that Naruto can laugh.

And hell, I enjoyed it. So I think next time I'll let him interrupt our sparring for what he likes to call two-person aerobics without complaint.

If I plan ahead, I can film it too, and sell it discreetly....

The End.

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