You and Sasuke were in his car, mainly driving around the city because you both were bored out of your minds. He was driving, and you were reading a book. He eventually came to a stop near a lake. It was quiet, and the view was pretty. He parked the car, and you both just sat in the car, looking at the view, his hand in his thigh, like it normally was. But suddenly, Sasuke got an idea. A suggestive one, but an idea no less.

“Baby, you wanna go to the backseat?” he asked, gesturing to the backseats of the car.

“Okay,” you replied, not thinking anything of it and just going to the backseat.

“So who’s sitting in the front?” You’d ask, thinking he asked you to go back there because he was expecting someone.

“I meant,” he reached back, his fingertip gently teaching your knee, “physical touch.”

“You wanna hold hands?” You replied, reaching out to hold the hand that was tracing your knee.

“No, I meant, something more..” his voice lowered slightly, as he waited for you to get what he meant.

“It’s hard for me to hug you from here, you know.” You said, still not getting it.

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(He’s now sitting in the backseat with you, remembering just how dense you could be when it came to intimacy and suggestive stuff.)*

“Is someone else driving?” You asked.

“N-no, but,” he reached over, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “you got protection?”

“I always have protection,” You replied, pulling out your phone to show the picture of holy water.