The Cop and the Doc

"How many times are you going to injure yourself on the job? You're a cop! Not a stunt double!" Sakura gripes as she adds another layer of bandages to Sasuke's arm.

Sasuke shrugs as he watches Sakura's slender fingers work its magic in tying up a neat knot for the bandages. His eyes continue to follow her every move as she sits down and opens up a first aid kit on her desk. She has an eye on the computer screen in front of her as her hands expertly move around the kit with an accurate memory of where everything in the kit is located.

Quickly, she picks up a swab and gestures towards him with a finger to move closer. He leans forward and watches as she dabs the swab in a jar of medication. With her free hand, she pushes back the bangs of his forehead as she examines the wound on the side of his head.

"You really—" she begins to scold before stopping herself and then giving a sigh. "How is your insurance still going? I would have cut you off after the last scuffle you got into," she mutters.

He tries to shrug again but Sakura forcefully holds onto his head. "Don't move," she orders. "This will sting."

Sasuke winces as she applies the swab on his forehead and he feels the cold substance hit the wound. It does sting but he grits his teeth and clenches his hands around the arm rest of his chair.

"You know…" Sakura starts. "Naruto dropped by earlier to say hello and he didn't mention you getting hurt on the case. In fact, it seemed as if the other party received the brunt of the injuries."

Sasuke says nothing as Sakura continues on. "It's almost as if you purposely ran into a wall and then fell down a flight of stairs."

He winces as Sakura gives another dab at his wound. He was sure that she was purposely poking at the wound with the swab now. He gives a low growl and then scoffs. "What? You think I got myself injured on purpose? Why would I do that?"

Sakura puts down the swab at her desk and sticks a bandaid over his wound. "Good question. You tell me. It's not like you're getting injured just to have me take time off my busy schedule to fix you up."

He raises his hand to rub at the bandaid on his forehead but Sakura swats his hand down. "Don't touch," she orders.

"I wouldn't spend so much effort to purposely fall down the stairs so that I'll injure my good arm just so that I can take up thirty minutes of your time in you fixing and bandaging my arm up," he states.

Sakura shoots him a distrusting look. "Good. Then I won't be seeing you tomorrow or the next day or the day after that, correct?"

"Check up tomorrow. Then you have to take off my bandages the next day. And the day after that is my fitness exam for the police force," he informs her.

"I should fail you for your fitness for reckless endangerment to yourself," she scolds him.

"Go ahead," he responds back, his face unwavering at her threat. "That won't keep me from showing up here, Doctor. In fact, without a job, I might just be loitering outside your office 24/7."

"I'm only in the office nine hours a day," she smirks.

"And what do you do for the other fifteen hours of the day?" he asks with a smirk to match hers.

"I sleep, you know, to take care of my health and body, unlike someone here,and sometimes I cook dinner, and sometimes I—"

"Sometimes you what?" he repeats.

Sakura rolls her eyes. "Sometimes… I make sweet love to my husband."

Sasuke's face fell. "Sweet love?" he echoes.

"Yes," Sakura nods.

"It's anything but sweet," he murmurs. A lopsided grin crosses his face as he pulls Sakura down so that she fell on his lap. He nuzzles his head against her shoulder. "More like rough and wild like a—"

"Shush!" Sakura exclaims as she clamps a hand over his mouth. "I don't need to listen to your sex life."

"Our sex life," he corrects.

"Don't you have like people to arrest or something?" Sakura asks as she jumps off of Sasuke's lap.

Sasuke stands up as he grabs his jacket. With a smirk, he tosses the jacket over his shoulder. "I'll see you at home tonight," he whispers as he leans in for a goodbye kiss from his wife.

Sakura nods as she tiptoes to give Sasuke a peck on the cheek. "I'll make you your favorite dish so come home early."

"And dessert?" he asks back.

Sakura grins. "Sweet love."

He grins back.

"But too bad you injured your arm so guess we have to postpone that until your arm heals," Sakura continues.

A pout crosses Sasuke's face as Sakura ushers him out of her office and shuts the door in front of him.

"Sakura! Sakura!" he calls through the door. "Wait! I think my arm is better now. Really! Check it! You can take off the bandages now! Sakura?"