AN: This is really short unfortunately. I'm sorry for the delay, but I have been experiencing severe writer's block. I hope that I have not lost interest for this story, but I have left it at a bad moment…

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Be Careful What You Wish For

By: Poison Ivy

If Sakura had made a list of things that she thought she would be doing that Christmas, it would have consisted of spending time with friends, snowball fights (she still hadn't managed to nail Lee or TenTen) and shopping. Followed by eggnog and/or chocolate.

Making out with Uchiha Sasuke on his couch didn't exactly top the list.

But, she thought hopefully, one kiss doesn't count as making out. She watched Sasuke, who was smirking at her. There's still time before—

"I knot that relationships born like this don't usually work out," Sasuke informed her, sounding wry. Yet Sakura thought that she could detect some hope in his voice. She found suddenly that she didn't mind her thoughts being interrupted. "But I can assure you that this is not a spur-of-the-moment thing. Wouldn't you like to give it a try?"

Well. It was too late. Sasuke, who saw her watching him carefully, used the Uchiha Puppy Eyes. The same technique he had used to wheedle most things out of his parents. In fact, (though he did not reflect on this) the last time he had used it was on the way home late from kunai practice. He was practicing in case his parents became angry. He had thought that he was prepared for any eventuality. To come home to see his parents in a pool of blood with his own brother standing over them, he was not prepared for. And it brought trouble that not even the Uchiha Puppy Eyes could get out of.

But for Sakura, it was definitely too late. When she saw the eyes, something in her melted. Some sort of ice immunity she had built up after many years, and many many rejections.

She put her arms around him. "Of course Sasuke."

His eyes were bright as they twinkled at her. If anyone had told her that Sasuke's eyes could twinkle before today, she would have laughed, thrown a kunai at them, and asked them who the hell they were. In that order.

"Sasuke-kun." He corrected.

"Sasuke-kun." She repeated numbly. She had not even thought that he had noticed. His earlier words repeated in her head. I can assure you that this is not a spur-of-the-moment thing…

She wondered how long he had been thinking of her. But before she could ponder further, he kissed her again, and for awhile, that was all that mattered.

But reality caught up to her when she yawned right in the middle of one.

They pulled apart, and he laughed huskily, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Maybe it's time we went to bed." He informed her, tracing her cheek with a finer.

She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. "Don't wanna, Sasuke-kun." She yawned.

By the sounds of that yawn, it doesn't seem as if you have any choice," he informed her, picking her up and carrying her.

"My parents used to do that when I was little." She told him sleepily, her guards falling down. If she had been truly awake, she never would have said it.

Sasuke's arms tightened. "…so did mine."

He laid her on her bed, and looked down at her, smiling kindly. "I'd undress you," he said with a smirk, "but I don't think either of us really want to go down that road yet."

She laughed loudly.

He leaned down and kissed her. "Goodnight Sakura."

"Goodnight Sasuke-kun."


AN: Well that's it. The plot is officially dead. It's buried in the exact spot that the fluff used to lay, but it no longer needs. Because it is resurrected! Mwuah-hah-hah!

Ahem. Well, anyways, I was being serious. There's most likely nothing but cheesy romance scenes heading our favoutrite couples' way.

And people wonder why I have writer's block…