“You clearly heard me the first time. I don’t need to repeat myself.”
“Sa-Sasuke-kun…Why do you always say things like that?” A pout on her lip and pink coloring…
“YOU SEEM JUST FINE WITH IT.”
HE’S HOLDING A CIGARETTE WHILE MAKING A FEW PASSES ON SAKURA. HER REACTION AMUSES HIM, AND HE COULDN’T /JUST/ PICK ON NARUTO ALL THE TIME.
“I MERELY ASKED YOU A QUESTION, SAKURA. YOU’RE FREE TO SAY YES, OR NO, AS YOU WISH.”
A mixture of embarrassment and somewhat pleasure crossed up and down her body, leaving chills along her skin. She jerked her chin away from him, her eyes anywhere but his smug face. She composed herself and turned back to him, avoiding his slate eyes.
“I–I can’t do that Sasuke-kun.” Her blush found a way to continue poisoning her complexion longer than she wanted. “Asking me to do that…It’s..It’s too much.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt.