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Adult +
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20
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18
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Home Movie 7
A/N: Fluff! Warning! Peligroso! All ye who fear hearts and bunnies and sweetness, flee! The next few will probably be Naruto/Hinata based, so...
Home Movies 7: Laundromat
Character: Sakura, Sasuke
Pairing: yeah. duh.
Summary: What’s a girl like you doing without a man and family?
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She put her last quarter into the dryer, all the while thanking whatever deity ruled her life for not shorting her today. It always pissed her off to have to go home with wet laundry.
She sat in the uncomfortable, orange, plastic chair surrounding the decades old television that was blaring some talk show and picked up her latest patient file, hopefully to get some work done while her whites finished becoming fluffy and pretty. She eyed the sinister-looking teenager across from her with the asymmetrical afro, and wondered what the youth was coming to these days.
You did not just think that. No.
She was only 27! She shouldn’t be thinking in geriatric mode yet! She should be clubbing, drinking, having random free-spirit sexual encounters, not yelling ‘get off my lawn!’
Too bad.
She went back to her file, ignoring the chime when the door to the corner Laundromat opened, trying to track down the elusive symptom that would blow this case wide open. But she did scoot her basket closer to her. She had seen some crazy things in Laundromats, and no one was running off with her underwear today.
She was able to spend a whole ten minutes in bliss before an interruption.
“You wouldn’t happen to have change for a dollar, would you? I seem to be short.”
She checked the small pouch in her basket even though she knew she didn’t. It was always nice to look helpful—
Speak of Looks.
Oh. Hello, gorgeous.
The man in front of her had to have walked out of one of Ino’s dreams because she was sure such a fine specimen of man didn’t exist in this world.
She saw a shadow fall over the Jiza file, and she looked up.
“Are you alright?”
And that voice. She shivered.
And immediately shook her mind free of the bad, bad thoughts concerning the stranger who could be a serial killer but oh what a way to die.
“Sorry. I’m out of change.”
He immediately walked over to the crazy-looking teen across from her, who seemed to have come much more prepared than she. Her eyes snapped down to her file but no words made it past her retinas.
Oh, he was hot. H-O-T hot.
“I’m used to that reaction anyway.”
Her head snapped up, but he was already walking across the lounge area to his basket of laundry.
That asshole!
She fumed silently, glaring at her file. She never noticed him give her a once-over, looking at her basket and her left hand. If she had, she might have been one happy Sakura. Instead, she glared at her file until the last twelve minutes of her dryer cycle were done, got up and folded her whites, and packed everything in her pretty white laundry basket to head up the street and away from arrogant assholes who didn’t need to use her Laundromat anymore.
“What’s your name?”
Her head snapped back to the arrogant asshole with hair like a chicken ass, and she struggled to hold onto her righteous! indignation and still answer.
“Sakura.”
He made some noise, and walked over to her with a card in his hand.
“Sasuke. Would you like to have lunch sometime?”
She stared, then gaped, and slowly focused on the card.
“Do you make a habit of picking up unknown women in Laundromats?”
“Only when I want to.” He smirked.
“I don’t even know you.”
“Do you ever know anyone the first time you meet?”
She looked at him, dumbstruck, before glaring at his oh-so-pretty face.
“Hn?”
She stomped away, stumbling out the door and down the street.
But she took the card with her and smiled all the way.
Home Movies 7: Laundromat
Character: Sakura, Sasuke
Pairing: yeah. duh.
Summary: What’s a girl like you doing without a man and family?
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She put her last quarter into the dryer, all the while thanking whatever deity ruled her life for not shorting her today. It always pissed her off to have to go home with wet laundry.
She sat in the uncomfortable, orange, plastic chair surrounding the decades old television that was blaring some talk show and picked up her latest patient file, hopefully to get some work done while her whites finished becoming fluffy and pretty. She eyed the sinister-looking teenager across from her with the asymmetrical afro, and wondered what the youth was coming to these days.
You did not just think that. No.
She was only 27! She shouldn’t be thinking in geriatric mode yet! She should be clubbing, drinking, having random free-spirit sexual encounters, not yelling ‘get off my lawn!’
Too bad.
She went back to her file, ignoring the chime when the door to the corner Laundromat opened, trying to track down the elusive symptom that would blow this case wide open. But she did scoot her basket closer to her. She had seen some crazy things in Laundromats, and no one was running off with her underwear today.
She was able to spend a whole ten minutes in bliss before an interruption.
“You wouldn’t happen to have change for a dollar, would you? I seem to be short.”
She checked the small pouch in her basket even though she knew she didn’t. It was always nice to look helpful—
Speak of Looks.
Oh. Hello, gorgeous.
The man in front of her had to have walked out of one of Ino’s dreams because she was sure such a fine specimen of man didn’t exist in this world.
She saw a shadow fall over the Jiza file, and she looked up.
“Are you alright?”
And that voice. She shivered.
And immediately shook her mind free of the bad, bad thoughts concerning the stranger who could be a serial killer but oh what a way to die.
“Sorry. I’m out of change.”
He immediately walked over to the crazy-looking teen across from her, who seemed to have come much more prepared than she. Her eyes snapped down to her file but no words made it past her retinas.
Oh, he was hot. H-O-T hot.
“I’m used to that reaction anyway.”
Her head snapped up, but he was already walking across the lounge area to his basket of laundry.
That asshole!
She fumed silently, glaring at her file. She never noticed him give her a once-over, looking at her basket and her left hand. If she had, she might have been one happy Sakura. Instead, she glared at her file until the last twelve minutes of her dryer cycle were done, got up and folded her whites, and packed everything in her pretty white laundry basket to head up the street and away from arrogant assholes who didn’t need to use her Laundromat anymore.
“What’s your name?”
Her head snapped back to the arrogant asshole with hair like a chicken ass, and she struggled to hold onto her righteous! indignation and still answer.
“Sakura.”
He made some noise, and walked over to her with a card in his hand.
“Sasuke. Would you like to have lunch sometime?”
She stared, then gaped, and slowly focused on the card.
“Do you make a habit of picking up unknown women in Laundromats?”
“Only when I want to.” He smirked.
“I don’t even know you.”
“Do you ever know anyone the first time you meet?”
She looked at him, dumbstruck, before glaring at his oh-so-pretty face.
“Hn?”
She stomped away, stumbling out the door and down the street.
But she took the card with her and smiled all the way.