Title: Gift
Rating: M - language
Prompt: 15. "Take. It. Off." / 34. "Come and make me."
Words: 1855
Warning: Modern AU
Romance/Humour

Summary: It's Naruto's birthday, but Sasuke gets a gift too.

If there is one thing Sasuke Uchiha hates more than birthday parties, it's giving presents to their patrons.

It has nothing to do with money – he doesn't care about that – and more to do with the actual shopping.

If it's a good friend or a family member, he'd have to find a thoughtful gift. And if it's an acquaintance, the problem can escalate; most times he ends up buying gift cards, which opens a brand new plethora of options.

Really, why are there so many gift card options? How can he choose just one?

There's also the fact that the whole thing would take a good chunk of his free time – which is already limited these days with college and all.

And don't get him started with malls, because if he couldn't order online, he'd have to get his ass to one of those hell-on-earth locations, find a store with potential goods for the occasion, and then survive the crowds, the parking, the drive to and fro. It's a nightmare.

To his dismay, today is one of those days; one that he has to get a last minute present because he dicked around and forgot to shop online beforehand.

When he woke up this morning (one hour ago), the first thing he noticed was the red numbers of the alarm clock, bright and angry. His tired eyes stared until the minute number turned and the blaring sound ended, then he did a double take, seeing the date for the first time.

It's his best friend's birthday.

And he completely forgot about it.

Naruto is turning twenty and expecting his presence later that evening. He could go to the nearest gas station, buy his friend any Ramen's Shop Gift Card, and the problem is solved. But then again, despite his over the top behaviour, Naruto had given him exactly what he needed that year, and the year before too.

Sighing soundly, Sasuke leaves the parking lot and walks towards the entrance, already dreading the next hours of his life. When he passes the angle in the concourse – after trying the game store, the music store and a bunch of others – he sees what can be the answer for all his prayers: sports.

Naruto is an easygoing person that likes pretty much everything. Although, jumpsuits, jerseys, and any sports swag are kind of his obsession. Sasuke is sure the blonde set his preference for sportswear over regular clothes long before he knew of their purpose.

As he turns and walks towards his new goal, determined and fast steps leading him to the Sports store, Sasuke runs the last interaction he had with Naruto in his head. Promptly, he remembers something about the NBA and a limited edition jersey for that season.

And just like that, Sasuke is a man on a mission; it's like a beacon is guiding him through the busy store, taking him exactly to where he needs to be. He doesn't even notice that he's standing right in front of a pile of NBA merchandise until he sees a hand appearing on his peripheral vision, grabbing one folded shirt.

His eyes follow the movement and when he sees there's nothing underneath the item that was just removed from the shelf, he frowns. That's probably the last one... Wait a second, that is his (Naruto's) jersey!

Quickly, he snatches the shirt's hem between two fingers and turns to see the source of his annoyance, a few strings of words ready to leave his mouth—

There's nothing.

He has to move his eyes down to finally find it, and when his eyes notice pink and then focus on green, they narrow. You gotta be kidding me, he thinks, because she is the last person he wants to see holding the other end of that limited edition jersey.

"Sakura," he hisses, tugging the fabric in his hold. "What are you doing here?"

"The same as you, it seems," she replies through gritted teeth, "buying Naruto's birthday gift." She fists her end of the jersey for emphasis and narrows her eyes at him, mirroring his own scowl.

Sakura Haruno is their other best friend – Naruto's and his. They've been an inseparable trio since kindergarten or sometime before that, nobody is really sure anymore. They were young – pretty young – when they met.

Like himself, Sakura knows Naruto like the back of her hand (and is also looking for his gift at the last minute). Despite not being a sports person, she knows that this item, of all merchandise in this entire store, is the one the blonde wants – much to his annoyance.

"Let go, Sasuke," she commands, heat lacing her tone.

"I had my eyes set on this long before—"

"And I had hands on it!"

"—you put your tiny hands on it."

"What's wrong with my hands?" She looks down, pouting, brows knitting together in faux worry. One of her hands releases the shirt's fabric to move between them, she turns it over, spreads her fingers, and plays with the manicured, green tips. "They are pretty cute!"

Gods, she's so distract—annoying.

He takes advantage of the fact that she's holding the item with only one hand and still looking at her nails to give the fabric a harsh tug. It's no use; her hold is pretty strong for her size, and she ends up falling against him, her fist still clutching the jersey.

"Hey!" She scoffs, affronted.

As she places her free hand on his chest, he feels her warmth seeping through his clothes, and he momentarily freezes, taking in the soothing feeling. Sasuke looks down, curious to see what she's doing still perched on him, when she uses all her strength to push herself away.

It's not a surprise by now how strong this tiny devil is. Sasuke has been involved in several fights with the pinkette through the years (mostly during his childhood), and a few brawlings that he's not proud of (he wasn't always the winner).

Although he's stronger, strength is not the problem here. What's keeping her on the winning side is her most frustrating weapon, one that she doesn't even know she possesses: her ability to make him focus on random things when she's around – most of these things, related to her.

Sakura looks very distracting today, with her bare shoulders on display and short shorts hugging her thighs. Her pretty, bright eyes looking up at him through thick, long lashes and...

See? What is she doing to him?

Distracting.

He might have issues showing and dealing with his emotions, but he's not a blind man. And he knows this is the only reason she's still holding his (Naruto's!) gift right now.

By the time he finds her gaze again, Sakura is a good few feet away, the jersey pressed tightly to her chest. He mentally shakes his head and moves slowly, one step after the other, as if he's approaching a scared animal.

"Sakura…"

Her name is a warning, she knows. As he gets closer, she steps backwards, trying to keep the distance between them.

"Yes?" She replies, stopping short of entering one of the changing stalls, her voice is meek, barely a whisper.

That's it, he thinks, there's no place to run. He wins, he'll get the jersey from her and— but then, the little witch bites her lip, and in a swift motion, tosses the jersey over her head.

She's… she's wearing it!

The thing is so big that it covers her own clothes and from where he stands, it looks like she's wearing only that. Although Sasuke is aware this is not true, his brain is having a hard time trying to keep up.

"Take it off," he tells her.

"Huh?" She asks, twirling a pink lock around her finger, one hand resting on her hip. He narrows his eyes when he sees the glint of challenge flashing on hers.

"I said: Take. It. Off," he snarls.

Sasuke watches as she tilts her head up, looks him right in the eyes, and smirks. Smirks! He's sure she got that from him.

"Come and make me!"

He doesn't realize he starts moving again until he's right in front of her, so close that they share the same breath. Sasuke has always kept his distance, especially in cases like this where their close proximity is confusing, and can blur some lines. But now, it seems he's had enough.

"Sasuke, what are you..." she swallows, eyes wide, her soft pink lips parting to suck in a deep breath.

"Making you," he says, stepping further into her space.

Each step forces her backwards until her back hits the wall. Sasuke's hand finds the hem of the jersey easily, knuckles brushing on the skin of her smooth thighs as he bunches the fabric up.

"What..." she breathes.

"Mine," he growls, and he's not sure he's talking about the stupid jersey anymore.

The air between them shifts, turning thick and heavy. She flails her tiny fists on his chest, trying to push him away, but fails miserably this time. Annoyed, Sasuke grabs one of her hands and pins it above her head.

He gets the shirt over her hip and up her waist when he finds bare skin again, and goddammit, she's so warm and soft and…

Without thinking, Sasuke releases the shirt to grab at her waist, fingers digging into her flesh. Her breathing hitches, and he watches as she struggles under his heavy gaze, her own clouding with confusion and something else.

"Sasuke."

Shut up, he thinks, because he's trying to figure out something and she won't stop squirming. He pins her body with his hips and lowers his head, bringing them face to face. Sakura starts to thrash, eyes burning with anger, and he suspects he's said the words out loud.

"Sasuke Uchiha," her soft lips move, and his gaze follows them, her tongue darting out to swipe across her bottom lip. "You—"

Annoying woman.

Any thread of control he has left snaps, his mouth crashing down on hers as he moves a hand through her pink locks and presses them against the wall.

Sakura's hands stop pushing him away, they go slack for a second and then grip his shirt, pulling him closer.

The taste of her lips on his is heady, the way his tongue slides against hers consumes Sasuke until he's drowning in nothing but Sakura Haruno.

He doesn't know how long they kiss, but it doesn't seem enough. It goes from desperate, making up for all the lost time, to lazy and seductive.

"You know," she says between kisses, and he moves to explore her neck, giving them both some air. "We could buy this jersey and a basketball or something, and give them to Naruto together."

"Can we do that?" His voice is muffled against her skin, and she shivers when he finds her pulse point and gives it a hard suck.

"Yesss, uh, like a couple's gift."

He hums in response, enjoying her explanation for more than one reason.

He got the gift.

And the girl.

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this, hope you all like it :D