Drabble-licious
Dinner
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This was based off a
laundry detergent ad I saw on tv today. Of course, it isn’t so…blatantly
sexual. I’ll get to the point at the bottom.
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
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“Naruto! Where are you?”
“Kitchen!” He yelled back,
fanning the smoke away from his face.
“You almost done?” Sasuke
entered the room, straightening the cuffs of his polo shirt. He approached the
busily moving blond, careful not to get in the way of the arms grabbing a pinch
of whatever was in the small bowls scattered on the counter, or fishing out a
bottle of unidentifiable sauce form the depths of the cupboard.
“Mhmm…just a little more.
What time is it?” He moved to make space for his lover.
“Nearly seven-thirty.”
The brunette dropped a kiss onto the blond hair. Gesturing to the plain black
muscle shirt and jeans, he said, “Is that what you’re wearing?”
“Yup. I specialize in
undercover missions anyway, so it should be fine.” Biting his lip, he held up a
spoon to the ANBU’s lips. “Taste.”
He did as instructed.
“Good. Steak sauce?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s great. Do I get a
taste?”
“You just did.”
The blond was whirled
around and pressed against a hard body. “I meant of you.”
“You horny pervert.” He
put his arms around his lover’s neck and smiled, brushing his lips against his.
“More later.”
“Spoilsport.” The
brunette let him turn around and gently pressed his wet lips against his neck.
“Be careful, you might start smelling like dinner.”
“What, something you have
every night?” he teased.
“I don’t have it every
night.”
“Yes you do.” The blond
said, hitting him on the arm. “Every morning too, and sometimes in the
afternoon.”
Sasuke bit the rim of his
ear and tugged. “Are you complaining?”
“Never.”
The doorbell rang and he
detached himself reluctantly.
The house was filled
quickly, all the ambassadors from the different villages and their aides, the
heads of the hidden villages including Tsunade, and Sasuke was kept busy
entertaining. Finally, they filed into the dining room just as the blond
finished setting the last platter.
“This looks amazing!” The
Fifth Hokage exclaimed, her eyes sweeping over the varied dishes. “It smells
heavenly. A job well done, Naruto”
The blond smiled in
thanks and then felt Sasuke put his arms around his waist. His lover buried his
nose in the slender column of his throat, regardless of the crowd, and inhaled
deeply.
“You smell better,” he
whispered softly. “I’m starving for you.”
They sat down at the
table, discussing all the little things needed to keep the peace, and Naruto
never took his eyes from his lover’s devilish smile, his heated gaze spanning
the length of the table. Much, much later, he realized that no one had
commented on the very obvious sexual tension.
The night felt extremely
long for the both of them. Then, when the last guest had left, Sasuke took him
upstairs and had his dinner.
- - -Author’s Notes- - - -
can never end these things properly…how anti-climatic…
Anyway, the point was that though Naruto cooked so
much, he still smelled like he just got out of the bath, and not like ‘dinner’.
I don’t know if I put that across properly…whatever…