Chapter 2
Uchiha Ino; as a vain woman, as well as habitual shopper; believed in looking her best no matter the state of her body, so when her clothes started stretching around her middle and her breasts outgrew their normal cup-size it meant shop. Uchiha Sasuke; as her husband, and off-duty ninja ( read: had nothing to do and therefor no excuse); was dragged into this shopping spree. Normally she would go with Sakura, sometimes all of her female friends, and make a girls' day out of it; but Sakura was busy, and even if not she doesn't carry her bags for her and pay for everything, and when she allowed a break; at a bench in the least busy street of the market; she most certainly wouldn't entertain a request to massage her feet. Sasuke isn't ecstatic about it either, he scowls at the cream tube. " Please". She bats her eyelashes, brushing her bare foot coyly against the side of his hip. She's at one end of the bench and he the other, her long legs stretched between them; she had kicked off her heels, and they lay carelessly on the ground next to her numerous shopping bags. "Please. My feet hurt sooo bad." She wiggles her toes; trying to tickle him through his shirt; they were a little red and swollen, and if it were a cartoon she imagined they'd pulse like a heartbeat. There wasn't a clothing store in the market they didn't go into, and she had been walking in shoes that weren't for comfort -while heavily pregnant- it was understandable that her feet would be sore, yet Sasuke looks at her like she made an unreasonable request. " Just a quick massage, nothing difficult for the woman who's going to bare your HEIR..." She flags the tube casually in the air, in his direction, and her stomach region. With an irritated 'hn' he snatches it from her and ignores her smirk as he places her feet on his lap and obliges. His hands are hard and calloused but sleek with oily cool cream; he seemed to find the act demeaning ( they were out in public where everyone would see the scary and strong elite Ninja submitting to the whims of a woman) yet massaged her thoughly- because Uchiha's don't do things in half's. His hand traces the stamped shape of the shoe on the top of her foot, he says with disapproving worry, " You shouldn't have worn those things", when she hisses. "Sleepers and flops from now on." She rolls her eyes, " but sleepers are for sleep time and I don't do FLOPS." They were unfashionable and un-elevated. And Sasuke was just getting worked up because shes carrying his legacy. Sasuke stops his ministration and gives her a sharp look, moving his hands away even as she points her toes and tries to work herself on them. She rolls her eyes again- He was rubbing off on her in more than one sense it would appear. "Okay, no heels." He continues the foot massage, and she sighs and leans against the rise of the wooden bench, eyes closed. "But you're buying me flops, I don't have any.... No, you're buying me pumps. I haven't had them since I was like NINE. And I want another pair of Bunny slippers. Two, I have to have at least three..." Sasuke 'hn's again but she doesn't mind it, thinking of new outfits to go with her newly founded flat-shoe trend... She did see a cute rabbit designed nightie that would go with the slippers... And really, comfort and fashion is TWISE the retail therapy. MORE SHOPPING!!!!