When he wakes, it's to find soft fingers running through his hair and a warm weight on his body.
As his eyes open, the first thing Sasuke sees is blonde hair and blue eyes, and a pretty face that words can't begin to describe.
'Ino,' his brain supplies, as he has to take the time to catch up on what he remembers.
"Hey, there, sleepy head," Ino says to him, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Did you have a nice nap?"
"Nap?" Sasuke repeats.
She's on top of him, cocooned rather comfortably atop his naked body. She's clad in green pajamas and he can't help but notice that the world outside is dark and ominous, almost like his dream.
Yet, the cottage itself is bustling with life. A torch illuminates the well kept interior and a bubbling pot in the corner signals that dinner is near ready. Then there's Ino, who is so beautiful and radiant that the goosebumps on Sasuke's arms are eased away with every second she spends on top of him.
"Ri-right," says Sasuke. "I must have…taken a nap. I apologize."
"There's nothing to apologize for," Ino chirps. "I must have really worn you out, didn't I?"
"I suppose so." She succeeds in bringing a smile to his face. "How was your—" He racks his brain—why had she left in the first place? "How was your village meeting?"
Ino laughs.
Finally she hops off of him, landing on her feet in one deft movement. She crosses over to the bubbling pot in the corner and ladles it to eyeball the consistency. It isn't quite done yet, or so he figures when she turns her back to it and devotes her attention back to the only man in existence.
"How do you think my village meeting went, Sasuke?" she asks. "Go ahead and take a good guess."
"My guess is that it was boring," Sasuke says, smiling.
"Who knew that men could be so shrewd," Ino muses. After a beat, she flashes him a wink. "You know, everyone at the meeting kept asking why I was in such a good mood."
"Did you tell them the truth?"
"That I'd just come from having the time of my life? That the only man any of us have ever seen had just finished—" She pauses. "What's it called?"
"What's what called?" he echoes.
Her face turns pink. She tugs at the collar of her pajamas and whirls back around to the pot.
"Are you hungry?" she asks.
Right on cue, his stomach growls.
"Most definitely," he says, heaving himself off of the bed.
There's a small table in the corner, right by the window. Thankfully it's dark—nobody would be able to see inside unless their face was quite literally pressed against the shutters.
Sasuke takes a seat and Ino brings the dinner to him. It's a bowl of some kind of stew with tender chunks of meat and fluffy greens floating inside.
The smell wants into his nose and he has to admit, it seems absolutely delicious.
Ino takes the seat opposite him. She's all smiles, playing with her hair.
"B-back to what I was saying…"
"Back to what you were saying," he repeats, somewhat teasingly.
She continues to play with her hair, looking out of the window. Outside, a pair of middle-aged women walk past the Yamanaka cottage, bathed in the light of a torch that one of them was holding. They chat away, not at all concerned with Ino's domicile.
"What's that called? When you finish inside of me?" Ino murmurs.
"A creampie," his mouth supplies before his brain can catch up.
"A creampie," she repeats. "Cream-pie. Creaaampie." Finally, she giggles. Ino reaches over and clutches one of his hands, squeezing it tightly. "I hope I"ll be getting another one of those tonight," the blonde purrs.
He grins.
"I'm sure that can be arranged," Sasuke says. "After dinner."
"Good," Ino murmurs.
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