REVIEW! Please. It would make me a very happy person.

--(my kinda smiley)

Bump. Grind.

Never thought I would be doing something like this in a place like this. My very first time I'm in a gay bar and I'm dancing. I never dance, unless you count in the shower. I have a love for dancing in the shower.

Kiba recommended it to me; don't know how he would know though. I bet it had something to do with Shino. Kiba hangs out with him all the time and they always seem to leave parties at the best time for… a little alone time.

Well anyways, people keep on staring at me while I'm dancing. I hope it isn't 'cause of what I'm wearing or how I'm dancing. Now that would be horrible. Oh well. Everybody can just deal with it, including me.

The lights turn out. A nice rhythm starts to flow and everybody turns to the stage. Ooh! A show. I wonder what kind.

I get the idea it's not what I was thinking of when a leg steps out with another close behind. Glossy black hair and piercing black is all I can focus on, until a well sculpted chest catches my eyes. Then arms and legs.

The black eyes focus on my blue ones and something clicks. I know those eyes. I see them in my room and my classes and everywhere else.

The man steps off the stage. I wonder if he's supposed to do this. I mean if this is part of the show. I don't think it is, by the way all the regulars, I'm guessing, are frantically whispering, wondering if the man, no, the god would come toward them.

Their answer comes with the man coming closer. To me. He presses up close and my breath goes away. I wonder if that's supposed to happen.

"Hello."

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?" A slow bump. A slow grind. My breath hitches.

"I could ask you the same question."

He gives me that stare.

"Kiba said it would be fun."

The small hiss of Kiba's name comes from his lips.

Faster bump. Faster grind.

"How long have you worked here?"

"About 3 years."

I stop for a second. "3 years. But that means that you were only 16 when you started!"

"I know."

"Why? It's not like you need the money. You're rich."

"For fun, I guess."

Faster bump. Faster grind.

"Why didn't you tell me? We've known each other for over 10 years."

"I don't know." A small pause. "Maybe I thought that you wouldn't want to stay with me anymore."

A flicker of black looks up at me.

"How could I not like you? Sure, you're a bastard most of the time, but don't you think I would have left a while ago if I didn't like you?"

"I guess."

A hitch of breath and more bumps. More grinds. It's unbearable.

I can feel people staring at us, but I don't think they can hear us talking. More people are starting to dance and the beats of music fill the room.

Oh so good.

"Naruto."

I quickly look down. I think I'm actually concentrating on dancing. Not dancing really but more: bumps… grinds.

"Huh?"

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you. I just told you that."

"That's not what I meant."

I stop. "Then what do you mean?"

He takes a quick breath. He stops and stutters quickly, "never mind."

I pick up the pace, hoping that he doesn't stop again.

"Tell me."

He looks up. He takes an inhale of air and slowly exhales.

"Do you love me?"

It's my turn to stop. I have to think. We've been through so much together and we always somehow pull through.

And I thought he would be the one leaving me. A too cheerful street rat that can't shut his mouth for a minute. Somebody that needs somewhere new to sleep every other week.

But he put up with it all and still gave me the rare view of his smiles.

"Yeah. I think I do."

He gives me a smile that actually reaches his eyes and there's only one thing I can think of to say.

"You know I really like dancing with you, but I think we would have more fun in bed, Sasuke."

--(my kinda smiley)

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