Donquixote Rosinante – Falling (for you)

Holy cow I found the originals for this fic backed up deep in my OneDrive! I had Rosinante at about 300 words and filled in the rest. Well I never did get totally over my crush for this guy so why not post this one? The rest of you all keep sending pairings+prompts in and I´ll see what I can get you :)

AN: To Ai Mikaze's Wife, I still haven´t started on that Law chapter you asked. If you want to suggest a prompt or scenario to help along I´d be open to it.

She had never met someone so accident prone in her life or even career as a nurse. Sure Naruto had his moments, which came in the form of "brilliant" ideas that always tended to land him in a hospital bed with Tsunade or her yelling at him, but constantly tripping over nothing made her wonder just how Donquixote Rosinante had managed to survive into adulthood.

They had met at the hospital due to his natural clumsiness, with him being a regular for bruises, gashes, simple scrapes or, in rarer cases (thank Kami!), broken bones. It was like that man was a walking bad luck charm but only he suffered the consequences. It made her wonder just how she had managed to unwittingly fall in love with him and, two years and a lot of date disasters later, marry Rosinante.

Their wedding could have been considered a disaster to most normal couples, but who said they were normal to begin with? Walking down the aisle had gone fairly smoothly; the vows were recited to perfection and the kiss at the end just out of a fairy tale. It all went downhill from there.

"What are you doing?!" Rosinante exclaimed as his supposed blushing bride made use of her abnormal strength to carry him princess style. The crowd cheered and whistled at the much taller man being carried by his petite bride.

"I´m not taking any chances, I´ll be the one carrying you though the threshold." Sakura answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe right after ´the sky is blue´.

The pink-haired woman had refused to let her husband carry her out of the church, fearing a disaster. She´d also insisted on no candles anywhere on that day, a carpet that was either nailed or near glued to the floor, a bouquet of fake flowers (a stray bee might have been attracted to the real deal), at least five fire extinguishers, no smoking allowed at any point (even during the reception) and three spare tuxedos.

…Rosinante somehow still had managed to trip on her dress while she picked him up and fall on top of her. Don´t ask her how, it was to remain a mystery. Everyone had taken a picture of them like that, including the wedding photographer. Her showing all the bridal hosiery and him with his hands on her breasts. Of course the first to laugh and make a comment had to have been her longtime friend Ino, something along the lines of ´Save it for the honeymoon but Sakura will need to be the top one´.

At a later date Doflamingo would have the pictures framed and put on display on his living room after bribing the wedding photographer and some guests, and no amount of Tsunade style ´coercing´ and ´diplomacy´ had gotten them removed. And yes, the pictures were from multiple angles, allowing for shame in almost 360º every time Sakura and his brother visited. Or when he came over to their house with smaller versions in his wallet. They could imagine him showing their embarrassment on several occasions like a parent showed baby pictures to friends.

Moving on from their first steps as husband and wife it was time to go to their reception and eat alongside their family and friends.

The ride in their limo (courtesy of Doflamingo) had went smoothly…ish. Was that a word? It should have been because as soon as they stepped in and had barely taken in the lavish interior voices called out to them.

"Make me a grandma my little protégé, I´m not getting any younger!"

"Good luck Sakura-chan! Don´t listen to Tsunade-baa-chan, I left you condoms in there, the ultra-strength type!"

"Try not to make much of a mess little brother, that´s my third favorite limo."

Sakura closed the doors and yelled at the driver to get them out of there, a horror-stricken look on her face. There had certainly been several passerby in the vicinity of the church and the reverend may have had half a mind to null their wedding. After he´d woken up of course because she was sure she´d seen him look a little pale and lean on the threshold for support.

During their twenty-minute ride they´d exchanged apologies for the behavior of their guests, blushed profusely, laughed shortly after and had a brief sweet kiss. Then there had been a bump on the road and as they were parting and Rosinante lost balance to fall on top of her once again, that time banging their foreheads together.

"I´m so sorry!" The clumsy ignored his throbbing skull to help his wife sit properly once again on the leather seat. "Are you alright?"

Sakura had her eyes closed in pain for a few brief moments, leaning onto Rosinante for support, slowly breathing in and out. "I´m fine, it´s not the first time this happened. Remember?"

Rosinante let out a small laugh. "How could I forget? I´d just been cleared to go home with a broken leg. You came up to me to help me walk in crutches and when we were almost at the exit I slipped and fell on top of you."

"And you broke your arm."

"And I broke my arm."

The woman reached for her husband´s tie and pulled him down to her eye level. "If I didn´t know you were this clumsy I´d have thought you made the hospital a second home just to see me." She leaned in, letting go of the tie to wrap her arm around his neck. "I love you, Donquixote Rosinante, clumsiness and all."

He mirrored her gesture with his arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. They may never be able to have fine china around the house but he´d be dammed to ever let her be less the loved with all his heart. "And I love you, Sakura Haruno. Please take care of me."

"It would be my honor, dear husband." That devious smile, he knew that. She either wanted triple chocolate brownies or ´alone time´. He prayed to Kami it was the second option.

They attacked each other in their fervor, mouths refusing to part for more than short-lived moments. His frame towered over hers during the third time that day they´d found themselves toppling over, that time on purpose. His hands caressed her stocking-clad legs, taking in the feeling of the smooth garment. Rosinante longed for the touch of her skin so he wasted no time in finding the top of the garment and gently ease one down her leg.

When Sakura felt Rosinante´s hand make its move she used her legs to pull him as close as possible, locking them behind his back. In the back of her mind she thanked Doflamingo for the extra-large seats but was quick to push the thought of the older brother aside, not wanting to remember his last words.

They were so absorbed in their improvised make-out session they hadn´t noticed the door opening or the black-haired man poke his head in. He looked at the pair with a bored expression and cleared his throat. "The idiot wants to know when you two are going to come in so he can eat."

"GET THE HELL OUT, SASUKE!"