So….I'm rather new to this whole fanfic-writing thing. But I do adore reading, and this way, I can write whatever I want to read. (Sneaky, aren't I?) Well, hopefully I can write more of this stuff.

THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, BAILEY.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Nor make money off of this story. (Or anything else, for that matter.) Peace!

Luhve pluhsauce :D

"Hey Sasuke, I got a question for you," Sakura exclaimed, sitting next to him at Iricharu's ramen shop since Naruto had yet to arrive.

"Hn."

"Well, there's this guy that keeps coming in the hospital…"

"-I know nothing of medical advice, if that's what you're asking," Sasuke snorted, his eyes scanning the menu.

"It's not that," Sakura frowned. "Anyways, he always asks for me, with even the simplest problems, like a headache."

Sasuke twitched slightly, though not visible to any bystander. Who the hell is doing that?

"What ranking is he?" he asked, surprising her by actually paying attention.

"Umm…Jonin, I think," she responded. "Anyway, he gave me this card today , but I can't figure out what it means."

What kind of old man is preying on an 18 year old? "Can I see it?"

"Sure here it is," she replied, handing him a flowery card that smelled of heavy cologne.

Dear Sakura-chan,

Two days from now, 7pm

Room 13: Konoha Inn

Damn. "What does this guy look like?"

"Well…," Sakura stammered, a light blush covering her cheeks. "He has long blonde hair and blue eyes. Oh, and he's pretty tall."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed. He grabbed Sakura's arm with a tight grip and walked them both out of the restaurant. They walked down the street in silence, until Sakura spoke up.

"Umm…Sasuke? What are you doing? Naruto's counting on us being there," she asked, looking confused at his sudden bursts of moodiness. Without talking, Sasuke pulled them into a random alley way, the narrow path fairly dark, considering it was midday. Before Sakura could respond, Sasuke looked at her with a pained expression, his head only a few inches above her own. She blushed slightly at their close proximity.

"Sakura," he growled. "Promise me you will never talk to this man again."

Saukra's mouth practically dropped open.

"W-Wait, why?" she asked, her reaction a bit slow.

"Because," he insisted, irritation spiraling around him in invisible tendrils.

"Sasuke, I can't refuse treatment to someone who needs it-umph!"

He had pushed her back to the wall, and in one quick motion, enveloped her soft lips in a passionate kiss. He kissed her with all his pent-up anger, with all the emotions he had buried thickly underneath a cold façade for so long. She returned his physical affection, kissing him like she was drowning, and he was her air. After a few minutes, they slowly broke apart, Sakura's hands fisted in Sasuke's shirt.

"Umm…" she stammered, her face bright crimson. Sasuke's cheeks were tinted slight pink, which was impossible to see in the dim alleyway lighting.

"Yeah. So. You're mine," he muttered, sheepish sounding, despite his composed Uchiha reputation. All of his earlier hints of his zeal were gone, replaced by his usual demeanor. Sakura shot him a sly smile.

"Are you saying you like me, Sasuke~?" she practically purred. For once, she felt like she had the upper hand.

"No," he frowned, earning a devastated slump of her shoulders. He brought his hand to her face, brushing an errant piece of her cherry-blossom colored hair gingerly to the side. Her breath hitched yet again.

"It means I love you," he whispered, and captured her lips once again.

As a true AkaSaku nerd, I totes snuck in a little Deidara reference, no big deal. ;D

Review, please! It's the only way I get better~!