So, I come with porn... I think.

[indira14]

So I just handed in my sn_exchange assignment a little before last week, and have been on a break from LJ ever since. It's refreshing, to say the least. Anyway, I discovered that lately I've been failing quite miserably at writing porn.

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[flowerflute]

Team 7 OT3 fic, please! There's never enough NaruSasuSaku!

[indira14]

Coming right up! I've been dying to write some team seven-ness for ages.

[flowerflute]

Gnee!~ <3

NaruSakuSaku - Part One

[indira14]

Naruto and Sakura had taken to camping out on the front porch of the compound again, just to makes sure that Sasuke, being the dramatic bastard he was, didn’t try to pull a disappearing act on them again, on a whim.

Naruto’s nose had crinkled up with distaste at the words when Sakura had mentioned them, and they had thought long and hard about a solution to their current dilemma - something that would be solved if only they would take Sasuke’s word for it and believe that he was, in fact, staying for good this time.

But unfortunately, Sasuke had made the mistake of asking, in utter frustration, “You idiots! Do you want me to leave again?” after being stalked to the shower, of all places, by his rather paranoid teammates, who had been suffering under the delusion that Sasuke was far gone, to the point of cutting his wrists with a rusty razor if left alone.

Naruto and Sakura felt justified in being concerned for the Uchiha’s state of mind - he must have suffered irreparable mental trauma under Orochimaru’s tutelage, and it saddened

NaruSasuSaku - Part Two

[indira14]

Sasuke is less than enthusiastic when an ecstatic Sakura shoves a broom in his hand, and tells him to clean up. Then she cheerfully declares she’s going to pick up the vegetables (and ramen) from the convenience store down the street and is gone before he can blink. He glares at the broom in his hand (it can’t glare back, bastard! chimes a suspiciously Naruto-like voice inside his head) and sighs, before starting to attack dust with all the vehemence of someone who’s been stalked to the ends of the earth by two obsessed morons who apparently have nothing better to do. He sometimes wonders why they’d go that far, for someone like him (someone who’s never regarded them with anything but apathy and cold disdain for them, or at least, that’s what he tells himself) and quickly redirects that train of thought to the dust on Sakura’s carpet and looks forward to an evening of monotonous cleaning and blissful quiet-

“Wow, dude. Where’d you learn to sweep like that

NaruSasuSaku - Part Two (continued)

[indira14]

Sasuke feels heavy with exhaustion in the aftermath of their impromptu brawl. He pants, sucking in more air to appease his lungs, and when the soft thud of footsteps announces that Sakura’s back, Sasuke slaps a hand over his eyes (he’s still experiencing a mild case of vertigo from how much rolling around they’ve done) and prepares to get an earful