A/N: Teeny little drabble, written for the Pinkcrack drabble-thon on LJ. It's probably my favorite of my fanfiction to date. I love this pairing, I know it's complete crack but I don't care. So I hope you like this.

The story is mine, but Naruto is not.

Breathe

Her eyes track a deliberate, inexorable path from the tips of his stretching fingers, over the curves (and lips) of his open palm, along his forearm, lingering for the briefest moment on the harsh scar that bisects his bicep. It's a scar for which she has a story but not a memory, and that's true of most of the scars on his body. He tells her their tales, when she asks, but she can never be completely sure he's told the truth. Her gaze flicks to his collarbone and a scar she does remember, because she put it there.

Apparently Deidara likes it when she bites him.

Finally her eyes travel up his strong neck to his face, and his expression freezes her thoroughly.

His eyes—blue like the sky behind his head—are more open than she can remember. They are wide and bright and suddenly the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. She thinks, momentarily, that he is more of an open book at this moment than any intelligent S-class criminal should ever allow himself to be. His lips are curved, just slightly, just a little bit at the corners, and this too is a revelation. It's neither an arrogant smirk nor a sadistic grin nor a maniacal leer, though his mouth is well versed in all of these expressions.

It's a small, simple smile, and it speaks without moving to form the unnecessary words.

Come away with me.

Sakura breathes in. She breathes out. She finds she has to do so again.

Then her gaze drops into his reaching palm and sees the extra mouth grinning up at her, and suddenly she can't help but grin too.

She ignores the hand completely and launches herself directly onto his clay construct. He catches her around the waist easily and laughs, loud and free as the bird lurches into the air. Sakura's stomach wrenches down in a sensation like falling up, but the vertigo is nothing compared with Deidara's lips on hers and his hand in her hair and her heart tumbling into his.

A/N: Please let me know what you think.