Tomatoes are Pink

He had never noticed how entirely pink she was. Sure, there was the obvious petal-pink of her hair, but there was also the subtle sprinkle of sunburn on her forehead, the way her cheeks flushed with exertion. There were the darkened scars where shinobi sandals rubbed blisters that had long ago turned into calluses, the angry hue circling bruising knuckles—she was, after all, a kunoichi; strength did not come without a price.

But above all other pinks, there was the deep, smooth, velvet rose of her mouth. A mouth which--Kami help him--had never looked more beautiful or more tempting than at this exact moment in time.

He watched intently as her green eyes closed in satisfaction. Delicately, she bit into the luscious red fruit, a gentle sucking noise drifting through the clearing as she savoured the treat. He swallowed hard past the lump at the back of his throat, eyes fixated on the oblivious kunoichi.

Kami.

Another bite, another swallow, and he couldn't have torn his eyes away even if he wanted to. A soft hum of contentment slipped past her rosy lips, and he found himself leaning forward, eyes fixed, burning, as he focused intently on the scene before him. Her eyelashes fluttered softly against her cheeks: his breath hitched. Her small tongue darting out to catch a wayward trickle of juice had him nearly toppling out of the tree he was perched in.

Knuckles turned white as he gripped the branch. Sasuke knew she was trouble, had always known it. She was annoying, and loud and shrill and violent and

Kamikamikami!

He watched with glazed eyes as she zealously scooped the insides of the fruit with her tongue, sucking enthusiastically as she went. The Uchiha swallowed hard, brain on halt for an indefinable amount of time as all his thoughts ran together in a long, incomprehensible... He blinked, shook himself. Tch. Annoying. She was…. annoying, yes. Loud and violent and…

Her teeth sank into the fruit once more, agonisingly slow in their progress. Like a glorious…something, her hair (pink!) caught the sunlight as she tossed her head, eyes bright and green and alive, nose small and pert, lips glossed and sparkling and kami! So terribly, wickedly inviting and smooth and slick with juice and saliva and

Kamikamikami

She would be the end of him. That was all there was to it. He had survived so much—Itachi, Dobe, Orochimaru—And she was killing him without even having the decency to realise it. Her, a kunoichi. And not just any kunoichi: Haruno Sakura. Sakura!

He was bordering on hysteria, and he knew it, and he found he didn't care because she was here and she was beautiful and she was fascinating and pink! and…

And Sasuke knew, knew in the depths of his entirely deep, entirely dramatic and dark avenger's heart, that life couldn't get much better than this. Itachi was overrated. Dobe was overrated. And Sakura eating a tomato was just about the most erotic and alluring thing he had ever seen.

:fin:

AN: Because fluff makes the world go round... (along with good ol' angst!)