12 Days of Christmas

Christmas Countdown Drabbles
about Sasuke and Sakura's preparations for Christmas
.:: ratings range from K+ to M ::.

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day one
on the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
a shopping trip that really shouldn't be
rated K+
genre: humor & romance

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"Sasuke-kun—"

"No."

Sakura huffed and put down her cup of coffee, pulling down the curtain of newspapers her husband hid behind. "Sasuke-kun, you know that we're hosting Christmas dinner this year."

Sasuke didn't even glance up at her, continuing to read as if she hadn't pulled down the top half of his newspaper wall. "Because you wanted to."

"That's because everyone else already did it!"

Exhaling through his nostrils, Sasuke finally looked up at her and took up the handle of his coffee cup. "Really."

"Yeah!" Sakura said, cupping her hands around her steaming mug. "Naruto and Hinata did it last year, Shikamaru and Ino before that—"

"Christmas dinner isn't until two weeks," Sasuke replied, flicking his newspapers to straighten them.

To his dismay, she took the tops of the leaves of his newspaper to pull them down enough to reveal his face once more.

"Sasuke-kun…"

When he looked up to glare at her, he was met with the sight of her green eyes, wide and watery, her cheeks pink with the cold. Her bottom lip was turned down in a pout, her eyebrows furrowed together. She looked so small in her fluffy turtleneck sweater. One of her hands held onto a lock of long, tangled pink hair, as if she were nervous about asking him again. The sight of her slowly cracked his resolve.

He watched as she swallowed before she spoke. "Please?"

Sasuke stared, mentally cursing her puppy dog eyes and her pout and how cute she was, before he sighed, put down his newspaper, covered his face with a hand and sighed. "Fine."

She smiled at him in a way that made him glad that he had covered his face. "Thanks, sweetheart."

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They had been in the produce department for about fifteen minutes.

Or, if Sasuke had been keeping track properly, fourteen minutes and thirty six seconds.

"Sakura."

"Hm?" Sakura held up a butternut squash and a bag of bean sprouts as if she were weighing either of them individually before she put in the bag of bean sprouts into the shopping cart.

"Why am I here again?"

"Because, Sasuke-kun," Sakura said, smiling up at him as they rolled down towards the fruits section, "the Christmas dinner is in two weeks." She tore a bag from the perforated bag rolls nearby. "Besides, don't you think it's cute grocery shopping together?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, smirking when she punched him softly in the arm before he hovered beside her, watching as she picked up a pineapple. He wrinkled his nose. "Please tell me you aren't cooking with that."

Sakura gave him a cheeky smile. "Why, because it reminds you of Shikamaru's head?" she asked, waving the pineapple in front of her face at him.

The corners of his lips twitched. "More like I'm seriously hoping you aren't planning to recreate that pineapple and caramel mousse monstrosity for dessert ."

Mouth agape, Sakura fake-threw the pineapple at Sasuke before tossing it into the shopping cart, giggling when Sasuke flinched and glared at her. She turned to look over at her shoulder at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She waltzed over to her husband and tip-toed—just so that her lips were just barely touching his.

Before he could even think to lowering his lips to hers to give her a quick peck, she pressed a finger to his lips, winked, and whispered, "Catch me if you can," before taking off at a quick speed-walking pace for the meats department.

Sasuke stood there for a moment, staring after her before he made a dash with the shopping cart.

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He had chased her around the meat department (almost catching her while she looked for duck), circled the rice bag center, nearly caught her at the mini fresh fish market, and finally found her in the second checkout line, waiting for him with a smug smile on her face, her stuff neatly lined up on the conveyer belt.

When he pushed the cart up to her and placed the pineapple onto the belt, Sasuke leaned down towards her, raising her chin up with a finger. "Caught you," he murmured, watching her bite her bottom lip.

With a smile, she tip-toed and pressed a prize-worthy kiss to his lips.

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author's note: happy Christmas drabble! More to come in later chapters. I'm thinking of finishing this over my winter break so that I can get back into writing more for you guys and practice sticking to a time schedule—one a night until I reach twelve.

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