Fanfiction : Naruto - NaruIno in 30 Kisses #27
Title: Drowning.
Type: Fanfiction : Naruto.
Prompt: Themes taken from 30_kisses. #27 Overflow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Kishimoto does, but he sucks at it.
Rating: PG15. For language.
Word Count: 312 words.
Summary: Sometimes, when he is with Ino, Naruto feels like drowning. [ NaruIno ]. On-going.
Author's Note: Finally, the fifth installation! This thing is more draining that it should be. Enjoy nonetheless. And comments are so much love!!
drowning
The shadows had started their intricate dance on the cream-painted wall, the few last slivers of dusk-golden sunlight filtering into the room to further accentuate rough wooden edges of framed portraits and myriad gleaming weapons hung neatly from pegs on the wall. The fading glow lapped against a pool of dark violet duvet at the foot of the bed, shying away almost knowingly from wiry, naked limbs half-drowned by thick comforter and downy pillows.
He raked his fingers absently through silky, pale blonde hair, breathing in the scent of summer and flower and sweat and sex that mingled and coiled in the darkening room like entwined invisible serpents. He glanced down at his peacefully sleeping companion, and allowed his lips to curve into a small smile. His skin felt comfortably warm where he was pressed against her, and the brush of her hair -spilling like precious liquid gold around them - comforted his earlier-frayed nerves.
He enjoyed their playful banters, but he loved these rare moments of silence.
She stirred slightly, shifting even closer to him. Her fingers curled around his forearm, beautiful head rested against his chest, and she stilled again.
He loved these moments where he could fully immerse himself in her presence.
He loved these moments when he was not her superior, her equal.
He loved these moments because he could freely admire her. Hold her.
His fingers fluttered over the curve of her exposed hip.
Love her.
He pressed his lips on her forehead, threading his fingers through her slender ones.
Her lips were soft and pliant under his, and he took his time to savour the taste uniquely hers.
Want her. Possess her. Love her.
One day, Naruto ruminated silently as shadows cloaked them in its endless embrace and he sunk back into Ino’s welcoming warmth, I’ll drown. And no one can save me when that time comes.
TBC
I have a weird fetish towards drowning... Edit PLZ!
Type: Fanfiction : Naruto.
Prompt: Themes taken from 30_kisses. #27 Overflow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Kishimoto does, but he sucks at it.
Rating: PG15. For language.
Word Count: 312 words.
Summary: Sometimes, when he is with Ino, Naruto feels like drowning. [ NaruIno ]. On-going.
Author's Note: Finally, the fifth installation! This thing is more draining that it should be. Enjoy nonetheless. And comments are so much love!!
drowning
The shadows had started their intricate dance on the cream-painted wall, the few last slivers of dusk-golden sunlight filtering into the room to further accentuate rough wooden edges of framed portraits and myriad gleaming weapons hung neatly from pegs on the wall. The fading glow lapped against a pool of dark violet duvet at the foot of the bed, shying away almost knowingly from wiry, naked limbs half-drowned by thick comforter and downy pillows.
He raked his fingers absently through silky, pale blonde hair, breathing in the scent of summer and flower and sweat and sex that mingled and coiled in the darkening room like entwined invisible serpents. He glanced down at his peacefully sleeping companion, and allowed his lips to curve into a small smile. His skin felt comfortably warm where he was pressed against her, and the brush of her hair -spilling like precious liquid gold around them - comforted his earlier-frayed nerves.
He enjoyed their playful banters, but he loved these rare moments of silence.
She stirred slightly, shifting even closer to him. Her fingers curled around his forearm, beautiful head rested against his chest, and she stilled again.
He loved these moments where he could fully immerse himself in her presence.
He loved these moments when he was not her superior, her equal.
He loved these moments because he could freely admire her. Hold her.
His fingers fluttered over the curve of her exposed hip.
Love her.
He pressed his lips on her forehead, threading his fingers through her slender ones.
Her lips were soft and pliant under his, and he took his time to savour the taste uniquely hers.
Want her. Possess her. Love her.
One day, Naruto ruminated silently as shadows cloaked them in its endless embrace and he sunk back into Ino’s welcoming warmth, I’ll drown. And no one can save me when that time comes.
TBC
I have a weird fetish towards drowning... Edit PLZ!