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First Order of Business
About 400 words
Rating: whatever means "clean" these days
Light fluff

She'd never known him to touch liquor before, and wasn't sure if today was different because it was a celebration, or because the drink came from her hand.

"Would you have seen it coming?" she asked.

Gaara's smiles were slight and rare, and she treasured every one. "Maybe."

"When?" She filled her cup for the second time and sashayed over to his chair.

He shrugged and stared off at the wall, as frustratingly and blandly as possible.

Sakura rolled her eyes and circled around him. "Kakashi said he figured it out when I was twelve." Which wasn't exactly true, but no one would really argue it. Not with her; not now. She paused in the room's center, her untouched cup dangling from her fingertips, examining the familiar corners and angles and stone curves as if seeing them for the first time.

"Maybe you should get used to being here," she grinned over her shoulder. "Relax a little."

"This is relaxed."

She turned her studious gaze in his direction, then quirked an eyebrow at him exasperatedly. Obediently, he lifted his cup to his lips. Sakura felt the ridiculous urge to check his sake's level—she was next to certain he wasn't drinking it.

At least her knowing him this well meant he'd be less capable of pulling one over on her.

"Say it," she commanded, sharply.

"Hm?"

"Say it. I want you to say it."

"Congratulations." He raised his cup and blinked at her, remarkably placid.

"Not that."

"This sake is terrible."

"Not that either," she laughed. It'd taken her years to pick up on his sense of humor; most people remained sure he didn't have one.

He smiled again, she smiled back, and for a second it was enough to keep her happy. But it didn't look like he'd give in without another push.

She approached again, touched his shoulder with her fingertips. "You're gonna have to get used to it anyway."

"I know." He looked up at her, traces of humor still evident in the set of his mouth and around his eyes. "I'm used to it already."

"Then say it."

"Hokage."

She pushed at his shoulder again, smiling so wide that it almost hurt her face. "And do you have anything to declare to the Hokage? Treatises? Intentions?"

His smile this time was significantly toothier. "Intentions?" A teasing fingertip ran over the palm of her hand, sending a little shiver up her spine. "The same. But now I'm especially looking forward to working out treaty agreements."