“Got something to say to me?” Sakura says bluntly, as Sasuke disappears into the bowels of the party on a beer run, her saccharine demeanor pulling away to reveal the sour nature he encountered from under the bleachers earlier. Take a picture, loser. Maybe it’ll last longer. The way his self-refurbished polaroid film camera hangs off the strap around his torso itches in the urge to pull it out and document such a historic moment as members of the stuck-up goodie-two-shoes Konoha cheer squad party crashing, much the way he snaps records of the highlights of his group of low-life friends, but he refrains. Surmising that there will be plenty of time for that later, with the way Sasuke’s been practically hanging off of her since her arrival.
“Thanks,” Deidara shrugs unapologetically, having regrets for neither having been caught peeping nor the firecrackers. “For not ratting me out earlier.”
“No biggie,” she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder and siddling ever so much further into Deidara’s personal space and dropping her voice. “I thought it was pretty funny actually.”
“Really?” Deidara straightens a bit, thumbing at the camera strap as he fidgets. Girls don’t usually like his pranks—or him really, not that he goes out of his way to try and impress any of them—and he’s never received a compliment on any of his art projects from one of his targets before.
“Yeah, I love that sort of Jackass type stuff. It was the highlight of my night if I’m being honest.” She reaches out, blue painted fingertips brushing down his shirt, stopping to drum lightly just under his navel, adding with a light laugh and a crinkle of her nose, “It’ll be our little secret, okay? We’ll just keep it between you and me.”
“Yeah, okay.” He finds himself nodding along in agreement as her hand dips lower, finding the buckle of his belt and hooking his waistband through his shirt to tug him in intimately.
“Of course, I usually like to be in on the prank,” she says, rising on her tip toes and he nearly goes cross eyed trying to keep his attention on her face. Her expression morphes, that sickly sweet look she’s been giving Sasuke all night back on her features—only this time her green eyes are looking up through her lashes at Deidara. “But you’ll warn me beforehand next time, right?”
“Right,” Deidara agrees hesitantly. Then she’s got her hand flat against his stomach pushing him out of her bubble just as Sasuke breaks through the crowd with a handful of light beer cans that he disperses amongst the three of them.
