[Fan Fiction] Raring to Go
Title: Raring to Go
Author: kaze_and_kiba
Summary: I’ve waited long enough.
Rating: K
Prompt: Festive
Note: Time to get to the good stuff. A happy ending for the last day of S/S month-it’s been fun, guys.
He was standing so close to her that he could see the festive lights of the gala reflected in her expressive green eyes. He could smell the sweet aroma of sugared frosting that clung to the rim of her full, red lips. So close that when the soft breeze blew through the hall they were standing in, wisps of her hair tickled his cheek.
“Let’s go home.”
“Sasuke-kun, the party’s just begun. Don’t you want to-”
“No.”
“But-”
He looked deep into her earnest, green eyes. “All I want is to make love to my wife, Sakura.”
He smirked with satisfaction as a deep blush slowly crept its way up her neck and face.
“Sasuke! When you say stuff like that I-”
“You what?”
“I-get nervous.”
“You were nervous before the ceremony, too.”
“Of course, there were so many people there. Weren’t you?”
“No. I’m doing exactly what I want.”
She smiled at his faith in them-at his fearlessness in most any situation-but most of all, at his loving attention. He’d made her so happy-she was over the moon.
Sasuke tugged her forward. “Come.”
“But our friends-”
“-will understand.”
“Sasuke-kun,” she pouted those pretty, red lips.
“Never mind. We can do it right here in the hallway or the broom closet if you prefer.” He turned to open the closet door and she hung on his arm. “What? Then you can go back to the party after-unless you want to invite them to watch?” His eyebrow drew up questioningly as he fought not to laugh at her dumbfounded expression.
“Oh my god! We can’t do that!”
He swept her off her feet and carried her outside before he jumped to the roof of the next building.
“Like I said, wife. We’re going home now.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
She giggled and hugged his neck.
“Ok, husband.”
~The End~