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Day 9 – On Opposite Sides

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He should scoff at her attempts to appear intimidating. Such an attempt is foolish, how exactly is Sakura to assume that she would get the better of him when she is a foot shorter with pink hair. Sasuke smirks, “you’re not getting the last dumpling”.

Sakura blinks her eyes in a mockery of some sort of flirting technique that has never worked on him – never. “Sasuke-kun,” she begins, sweetly, “I’m your wife”.

Now, he scoffs, “I’m well aware”.

She continues to smile, “please can I have the last dumpling?”

He holds his glare, “no”. Sasuke raises his chopsticks, and hovers it over the prized dumpling.

Sakura frowns, all traces of her sweetness disappearing from her expression. She too raises her chopsticks to hover over the dumpling.

A few of the other patrons of the restaurant glance at the couple.

Sasuke’s left eye twitches – he’ll be able to grab the dumpling now if he goes for it, he is faster than her, surely. His resolve is made, the corner of his lip moves. But before Sasuke can even move his chopsticks forward, he feels a slow, yet gentle stroke against his inner thigh.

His eyes widen – Sakura.

His wife, as conniving as he should have expected her to be. She has removed her left shoe, and runs her silk covered foot along the inside of his leg.

The table cloth hides the action from the view of the other restaurant-goers. Sasuke narrows his gaze, then widens them once more as Sakura’s toes creep higher still. She brushes along an area, perhaps a little to sensitive to be touched in public. Sasuke’s chopsticks wobble in his grasp – Sakura takes this lapse in concentration to grab the last dumpling.

She plops it in her mouth, and smiles.

Sasuke grits his jaw, “foul-play”.

Sakura smirks, “says the loser”.

The other patrons continue to glance over towards the table in confusion.