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Teamwork 3 - chapter, uh, I forget, ten? scene THREE.
Scene 1.
Scene 2.
Woohoo utter silliness.
"Who the hell washed this top?! It doesn't fit anymore!"
Naruto sat up, bleary-eyed and not quite awake yet. "Ngh. Sakura-chan, 's early," he complained. The bedroom was gray with muted dawn light; he could have slept another hour or three. (He could have forced himself up too but being on light duty and training restrictions was just that boring.)
A pillow landed on his face. He let himself fall back with the light impact, listened to her pace around the small bedroom, tossing the content of her bag all over the foot of the bed.
"Damn it, it's my last clean top--"
"Sakura," said Sasuke from the doorway, in such a peculiar tone that Naruto immediately pushed the pillow off his face to squint at her.
She was still wearing the top, zipper half-done. Naruto would have been happy to see the upper half open -- a plunging neckline was a nice sight to wake up to.
It was the other way around -- the cloth started straining toward her waist, and then fell open from bellybutton to panties.
"... What?" she asked, frowning in confusion.
Naruto somehow teleported from under the blankets to the edge of the bed. His hands pushed up the bottom halves of her top.
He stared for a few seconds. Then he made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged, but not too tight, even though he really wanted to.
"--Naruto! What the hell--"
Naruto rubbed his cheek against her belly and made a strangled little noise of happiness. Behind him Sasuke sighed like he was trying not to laugh.
"Your other shirts are baggier, aren't they?" he asked.
"Well -- yes, but --"
"And you always get dressed in the dark."
"It's that or getting dressed in the common room! Where Kakashi-sensei can walk in on -- Naruto, why are you fondling me?"
Naruto tilted his head back and beamed at her. She stared down, utterly baffled.
"Baby bulge, baby bulge, baby in your tummy~"
"... Are you kidding me?"
Sakura put her hand on his forehead and pushed him back; Naruto obligingly loosened his hold, though he left a hand on her hip. She unzipped the rest of the top, letting it fall open, and looked down. Blinked. Stared.
"Are you kidding me?! That's, I was -- last week it didn't even -- what? Last week I needed to lay down if I wanted to see anything -- how, five days ago -- it can't just appear like that!"
"Apparently it can," Sasuke replied dryly, and took a cautious step toward them.
Naruto leaned and almost fell out of bed to catch his wrist, and dragged him the rest of the way there. "Feel, feel, isn't it awesome!"
Sakura seemed torn, incredulous and flustered; but in the end she heaved a loud sigh and gave up. She dropped her shirt on the bed, and her hand slipped under Sasuke's hand, to feel the lower curve of her belly. It wasn't huge -- would have looked like a bit of flab if she'd been the flabby type, but she really wasn't.
Naruto had known for so long that there was a baby in there, he could smell the way her scent had changed, all full and spicy and promising, he'd touched her belly and felt the tautness that wasn't merely strong abdominal muscles, but seeing it, that was different.
There was barely enough space for all three of their hands on it. He couldn't stop grinning.
"You really didn't notice?" Sasuke asked with a touch of disbelief, as his thumb rubbed a sneaky little circle against her bellybutton. "Didn't... feel anything?"
"Not really," Sakura muttered, embarrassed. "If I had to get a measuring tape every time I feel bloated..."
Naruto rested his cheek against the curve of her breast. Usually he'd be trying to stare right through her bra but right now he couldn't get his eyes away from her belly.
"Hey, you three! Are you ready to... go yeeet... I'll be right back."
Kakashi turned on his heel and started for the open door. Naruto leapt out of bed after him and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Sensei! Touch, touch!"
Kakashi stubbornly refused to turn around, a hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eye closed. Behind them Sakura was yelping something and Sasuke sighing, again. Naruto turned his head to blink his confusion at them, and...
... Oops. Almost-naked students sorta-groping each other. Aheh. Okay, maybe that explained Kakashi's 'to any god listening, I'd appreciate if you would smite me down right now' face.
"Sorry," he said, laughing nervously, and let go.
Sasuke pulled off his shirt and handed it to Sakura, who hurriedly put it on. Naruto felt a little pinch of jealousy. He should have thought of that first -- then again, since he slept shirtless the only shirt of his in their immediate vicinity was his old dirty one from yesterday and, uh, the day before, which he'd dropped on the floor, and she wasn't gonna want to wear that.
She yanked the sleeveless, baggy shirt down to her thighs and laughed a little, nervously. "You can turn around, Sensei."
Kakashi didn't, though he did incline his head toward them in acknowledgement. "I think I'll wait outside. And Naruto, get dressed."
Grumbling, Naruto went to put on pants and a t-shirt over his boxers. Sasuke put another shirt on and waited by the door, watching them. Sakura put on biker shorts, grimacing a little when she had to tug on the waistband to get it where it should be. "Okay, if it keeps digging in like that it's going to get distracting," she muttered. Naruto tried not to grin; he could tell she found it frustrating, but baby bulge.
He burst out of the bedroom first, and bounced his way to Kakashi, who was leaning against the edge of the window and looking long-suffering and kinda headachy.
"Sensei, sensei, baby bulge!"
"Ah." Kakashi looked at Sakura, who had just emerged. In the lit room it was impossible to miss how hard she was blushing. "...Congratulations?"
Sakura mumbled something that might have been a thank you, and burrowed the lower half of her face in the high collar of Sasuke's shirt.
"Will you be able to train in that?" Kakashi asked after a slightly too-long, awkward second.
"Um. For today, I guess -- and my other tops are a bit looser..."
"That'll only delay the issue by a few days."
Naruto grinned, even though Sakura glared at him for it. More real estate for his hands! He couldn't wait.
Kakashi let out a little sigh. "Well. Since I doubt you planned for that, I suppose we can allot some money from the month's budget to new clothes."
Sakura squealed. "Yes! Water Country fashion!" She bounced on her toes, as if about to pounce on their teacher and hug him. Naruto was sure he was really thankful when she stopped herself and made do with a blinding grin.
"We'll have to make it up somewhere else," he warned, eyeing Sakura warily. "No more fast food. Home cooked stuff only."
Sasuke only shrugged; he liked home-cooked stuff better anyway, and Sakura didn't seem to care, too busy muttering something that sounded like 'hah, take that, Ino'. Naruto laughed at her a bit, and then -- oh. "That doesn't mean ramen ... does it?"
"It's ramen or Sakura going shirtless."
"I don't mind that!" Naruto retorted, and drew himself up.
"I do," Sasuke replied, throwing him a sidelong glare.
Sakura huffed and glared at them both, though at Naruto more. She burrowed in Sasuke's collar some more, as if she had the vague thought that Naruto might attempt to take it off her. "Hey. It's not up for debate."
"Okay... Not in public, but in the bedroom?"
"Will you stop being a pervert two seconds?!"
"I'm not being a pervert! It's -- dude, baby bulge! It's not perverted! It's just -- Sasuke, you get it, right?" He turned a pleading look on his teammate. Sasuke sniffed and looked away, the traitor. "Oi, bastard--"
"You know, I've noticed your arm strength could be better," Kakashi mused. "All three of you."
"... Huh?"
He rubbed his chin through his mask, smiled genially. "I think we'll go to the training grounds walking on our hands today."
Naruto and Sakura spluttered; and if Uchihas spluttered Sasuke would have too.
"And by 'we' of course I mean you guys. Hop to it, hop to it!"
"But that's -- down the street?" Sakura protested, blushing.
"You're right, it'll be a better workout across rooftops." He waved them toward the door. Team Seven shared a loud sigh and collectively gave in.
This being a ninja outpost, rooftops were pretty much just as busy as the streets, on top of being, well, rooftops. As in, not flat, and full of story-high divides. When he thought about it, Naruto didn't actually mind. It would be kinda funny. Of course, also potentially very embarrassing.
... then again, that would mean an easily provoked Sasuke for that extra bit of spice in their spars, and two flushed lovers with their hair in disarray. Hmm.
"Gai will be delighted to know you like his training methods so much," Sasuke said like a threat as he stalked by their teacher and out of the suite into the hotel corridor.
Kakashi smiled back a 'nice threat, kid'. "He will, won't he. We might as well apply ourselves and start right now to make him truly proud. Go ahead, Sasuke."
Naruto was feeling charitable, so he swung onto his hands a half-second behind him, so he wouldn't have to be upside down in public all alone. It was kinda funny, the way Sasuke's bangs were swept up, when the back of his hair barely budged. With a long sigh Sakura joined them, frowning a little as she shifted from hand to hand, testing the arm that had been broken. Naruto could only see the back of her head; her back was turned toward Sasuke and him, but she didn't say anything about it, so he concluded that it worked well enough. The bone was supposed to be healed by now, anyway, and after the cast a bout of arm strength exercise couldn't hurt.
Kakashi locked the door and turned to face them. "Don't make such faces, children. This is more than just an exercise, it's also good for team-building!"
"Through shared public embarrassment?" Sasuke retorted.
"Yeah, yeah! You're just being a sadist for your own personal amusement, sensei."
"Don't be silly, Naruto. A good ninja knows how to strike several targets with one throw."
Naruto thought about pointing out that they handled the bonding part just fine on their own. Then again, seeing them bonding a bit too much was what had prompted Kakashi's current bout of sadism. ... then again, Kakashi might make another funny face. He opened his mouth.
"Hm, I wonder how far you'd get walking only on two fingers."
Naruto closed his mouth.
"Onward, children. Oh, and Sakura?"
Sakura growled halfheartedly under her breath and craned her neck to look at him. "Yes?"
"Tuck your shirt in."
Naruto spent the rest of the trip to the trying to lag behind enough to catch a glimpse of her stomach. Sasuke wouldn't admit afterwards that he'd only won their spar because of the crick in Naruto's neck.
Scene 2.
Woohoo utter silliness.
"Who the hell washed this top?! It doesn't fit anymore!"
Naruto sat up, bleary-eyed and not quite awake yet. "Ngh. Sakura-chan, 's early," he complained. The bedroom was gray with muted dawn light; he could have slept another hour or three. (He could have forced himself up too but being on light duty and training restrictions was just that boring.)
A pillow landed on his face. He let himself fall back with the light impact, listened to her pace around the small bedroom, tossing the content of her bag all over the foot of the bed.
"Damn it, it's my last clean top--"
"Sakura," said Sasuke from the doorway, in such a peculiar tone that Naruto immediately pushed the pillow off his face to squint at her.
She was still wearing the top, zipper half-done. Naruto would have been happy to see the upper half open -- a plunging neckline was a nice sight to wake up to.
It was the other way around -- the cloth started straining toward her waist, and then fell open from bellybutton to panties.
"... What?" she asked, frowning in confusion.
Naruto somehow teleported from under the blankets to the edge of the bed. His hands pushed up the bottom halves of her top.
He stared for a few seconds. Then he made an embarrassingly high-pitched noise and wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged, but not too tight, even though he really wanted to.
"--Naruto! What the hell--"
Naruto rubbed his cheek against her belly and made a strangled little noise of happiness. Behind him Sasuke sighed like he was trying not to laugh.
"Your other shirts are baggier, aren't they?" he asked.
"Well -- yes, but --"
"And you always get dressed in the dark."
"It's that or getting dressed in the common room! Where Kakashi-sensei can walk in on -- Naruto, why are you fondling me?"
Naruto tilted his head back and beamed at her. She stared down, utterly baffled.
"Baby bulge, baby bulge, baby in your tummy~"
"... Are you kidding me?"
Sakura put her hand on his forehead and pushed him back; Naruto obligingly loosened his hold, though he left a hand on her hip. She unzipped the rest of the top, letting it fall open, and looked down. Blinked. Stared.
"Are you kidding me?! That's, I was -- last week it didn't even -- what? Last week I needed to lay down if I wanted to see anything -- how, five days ago -- it can't just appear like that!"
"Apparently it can," Sasuke replied dryly, and took a cautious step toward them.
Naruto leaned and almost fell out of bed to catch his wrist, and dragged him the rest of the way there. "Feel, feel, isn't it awesome!"
Sakura seemed torn, incredulous and flustered; but in the end she heaved a loud sigh and gave up. She dropped her shirt on the bed, and her hand slipped under Sasuke's hand, to feel the lower curve of her belly. It wasn't huge -- would have looked like a bit of flab if she'd been the flabby type, but she really wasn't.
Naruto had known for so long that there was a baby in there, he could smell the way her scent had changed, all full and spicy and promising, he'd touched her belly and felt the tautness that wasn't merely strong abdominal muscles, but seeing it, that was different.
There was barely enough space for all three of their hands on it. He couldn't stop grinning.
"You really didn't notice?" Sasuke asked with a touch of disbelief, as his thumb rubbed a sneaky little circle against her bellybutton. "Didn't... feel anything?"
"Not really," Sakura muttered, embarrassed. "If I had to get a measuring tape every time I feel bloated..."
Naruto rested his cheek against the curve of her breast. Usually he'd be trying to stare right through her bra but right now he couldn't get his eyes away from her belly.
"Hey, you three! Are you ready to... go yeeet... I'll be right back."
Kakashi turned on his heel and started for the open door. Naruto leapt out of bed after him and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Sensei! Touch, touch!"
Kakashi stubbornly refused to turn around, a hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eye closed. Behind them Sakura was yelping something and Sasuke sighing, again. Naruto turned his head to blink his confusion at them, and...
... Oops. Almost-naked students sorta-groping each other. Aheh. Okay, maybe that explained Kakashi's 'to any god listening, I'd appreciate if you would smite me down right now' face.
"Sorry," he said, laughing nervously, and let go.
Sasuke pulled off his shirt and handed it to Sakura, who hurriedly put it on. Naruto felt a little pinch of jealousy. He should have thought of that first -- then again, since he slept shirtless the only shirt of his in their immediate vicinity was his old dirty one from yesterday and, uh, the day before, which he'd dropped on the floor, and she wasn't gonna want to wear that.
She yanked the sleeveless, baggy shirt down to her thighs and laughed a little, nervously. "You can turn around, Sensei."
Kakashi didn't, though he did incline his head toward them in acknowledgement. "I think I'll wait outside. And Naruto, get dressed."
Grumbling, Naruto went to put on pants and a t-shirt over his boxers. Sasuke put another shirt on and waited by the door, watching them. Sakura put on biker shorts, grimacing a little when she had to tug on the waistband to get it where it should be. "Okay, if it keeps digging in like that it's going to get distracting," she muttered. Naruto tried not to grin; he could tell she found it frustrating, but baby bulge.
He burst out of the bedroom first, and bounced his way to Kakashi, who was leaning against the edge of the window and looking long-suffering and kinda headachy.
"Sensei, sensei, baby bulge!"
"Ah." Kakashi looked at Sakura, who had just emerged. In the lit room it was impossible to miss how hard she was blushing. "...Congratulations?"
Sakura mumbled something that might have been a thank you, and burrowed the lower half of her face in the high collar of Sasuke's shirt.
"Will you be able to train in that?" Kakashi asked after a slightly too-long, awkward second.
"Um. For today, I guess -- and my other tops are a bit looser..."
"That'll only delay the issue by a few days."
Naruto grinned, even though Sakura glared at him for it. More real estate for his hands! He couldn't wait.
Kakashi let out a little sigh. "Well. Since I doubt you planned for that, I suppose we can allot some money from the month's budget to new clothes."
Sakura squealed. "Yes! Water Country fashion!" She bounced on her toes, as if about to pounce on their teacher and hug him. Naruto was sure he was really thankful when she stopped herself and made do with a blinding grin.
"We'll have to make it up somewhere else," he warned, eyeing Sakura warily. "No more fast food. Home cooked stuff only."
Sasuke only shrugged; he liked home-cooked stuff better anyway, and Sakura didn't seem to care, too busy muttering something that sounded like 'hah, take that, Ino'. Naruto laughed at her a bit, and then -- oh. "That doesn't mean ramen ... does it?"
"It's ramen or Sakura going shirtless."
"I don't mind that!" Naruto retorted, and drew himself up.
"I do," Sasuke replied, throwing him a sidelong glare.
Sakura huffed and glared at them both, though at Naruto more. She burrowed in Sasuke's collar some more, as if she had the vague thought that Naruto might attempt to take it off her. "Hey. It's not up for debate."
"Okay... Not in public, but in the bedroom?"
"Will you stop being a pervert two seconds?!"
"I'm not being a pervert! It's -- dude, baby bulge! It's not perverted! It's just -- Sasuke, you get it, right?" He turned a pleading look on his teammate. Sasuke sniffed and looked away, the traitor. "Oi, bastard--"
"You know, I've noticed your arm strength could be better," Kakashi mused. "All three of you."
"... Huh?"
He rubbed his chin through his mask, smiled genially. "I think we'll go to the training grounds walking on our hands today."
Naruto and Sakura spluttered; and if Uchihas spluttered Sasuke would have too.
"And by 'we' of course I mean you guys. Hop to it, hop to it!"
"But that's -- down the street?" Sakura protested, blushing.
"You're right, it'll be a better workout across rooftops." He waved them toward the door. Team Seven shared a loud sigh and collectively gave in.
This being a ninja outpost, rooftops were pretty much just as busy as the streets, on top of being, well, rooftops. As in, not flat, and full of story-high divides. When he thought about it, Naruto didn't actually mind. It would be kinda funny. Of course, also potentially very embarrassing.
... then again, that would mean an easily provoked Sasuke for that extra bit of spice in their spars, and two flushed lovers with their hair in disarray. Hmm.
"Gai will be delighted to know you like his training methods so much," Sasuke said like a threat as he stalked by their teacher and out of the suite into the hotel corridor.
Kakashi smiled back a 'nice threat, kid'. "He will, won't he. We might as well apply ourselves and start right now to make him truly proud. Go ahead, Sasuke."
Naruto was feeling charitable, so he swung onto his hands a half-second behind him, so he wouldn't have to be upside down in public all alone. It was kinda funny, the way Sasuke's bangs were swept up, when the back of his hair barely budged. With a long sigh Sakura joined them, frowning a little as she shifted from hand to hand, testing the arm that had been broken. Naruto could only see the back of her head; her back was turned toward Sasuke and him, but she didn't say anything about it, so he concluded that it worked well enough. The bone was supposed to be healed by now, anyway, and after the cast a bout of arm strength exercise couldn't hurt.
Kakashi locked the door and turned to face them. "Don't make such faces, children. This is more than just an exercise, it's also good for team-building!"
"Through shared public embarrassment?" Sasuke retorted.
"Yeah, yeah! You're just being a sadist for your own personal amusement, sensei."
"Don't be silly, Naruto. A good ninja knows how to strike several targets with one throw."
Naruto thought about pointing out that they handled the bonding part just fine on their own. Then again, seeing them bonding a bit too much was what had prompted Kakashi's current bout of sadism. ... then again, Kakashi might make another funny face. He opened his mouth.
"Hm, I wonder how far you'd get walking only on two fingers."
Naruto closed his mouth.
"Onward, children. Oh, and Sakura?"
Sakura growled halfheartedly under her breath and craned her neck to look at him. "Yes?"
"Tuck your shirt in."
Naruto spent the rest of the trip to the trying to lag behind enough to catch a glimpse of her stomach. Sasuke wouldn't admit afterwards that he'd only won their spar because of the crick in Naruto's neck.