Facial Ticks
Title: Facial Ticks
Pairing(s): SasuNaru
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any respective partners
Summary: A moment passed.
Word count: 263
Naruto traced the texture of the wall with his index finger, feeling every little bump and nook under a scarred fingertip. His breath was warm on the back of his hand; a contrast to the cold, thick white plaster. A clock ticked, iTunes played a song in the background, tinny through the default laptop speakers, Sasuke's foot shifted on the sheet, the whisper of cloth on skin barely stirring Naruto from his trance. The only indication he gave of hearing such a noise was his other hand, pressed hard into the mattress, twitching.
Dark eyes, trained to even pick up the slightest of facial ticks, flickered and lingered on the hand, away from the book perched in one hands. The index finger tracing the wall came dangerously close to a strand of dark hair before stopping. Blue orbs stay put on its position, a dark eyebrow twitched at Naruto's behaviour.
“Is something wrong?” The voice was husky, rusty from lack of use over the last few hours. Naruto nodded.
With a sigh a ribbon was pulled taught over a page and a book snapped shut. Eyes closed behind lenses of rimless glasses before they were removed and a hand circled around a thick muscular neck.
“You shouldn't dwell on the past.” Sasuke reprimanded, though he himself admitted that it sounded a little rich coming from him.
Distant blue eyes wandered over a pale face before it drew closer and a swift brushing of lips passed over both men.
“You're scaring me.” Sasuke whispered.
“Sorry...”
Naruto stopped tracing the wall.
Pairing(s): SasuNaru
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any respective partners
Summary: A moment passed.
Word count: 263
Naruto traced the texture of the wall with his index finger, feeling every little bump and nook under a scarred fingertip. His breath was warm on the back of his hand; a contrast to the cold, thick white plaster. A clock ticked, iTunes played a song in the background, tinny through the default laptop speakers, Sasuke's foot shifted on the sheet, the whisper of cloth on skin barely stirring Naruto from his trance. The only indication he gave of hearing such a noise was his other hand, pressed hard into the mattress, twitching.
Dark eyes, trained to even pick up the slightest of facial ticks, flickered and lingered on the hand, away from the book perched in one hands. The index finger tracing the wall came dangerously close to a strand of dark hair before stopping. Blue orbs stay put on its position, a dark eyebrow twitched at Naruto's behaviour.
“Is something wrong?” The voice was husky, rusty from lack of use over the last few hours. Naruto nodded.
With a sigh a ribbon was pulled taught over a page and a book snapped shut. Eyes closed behind lenses of rimless glasses before they were removed and a hand circled around a thick muscular neck.
“You shouldn't dwell on the past.” Sasuke reprimanded, though he himself admitted that it sounded a little rich coming from him.
Distant blue eyes wandered over a pale face before it drew closer and a swift brushing of lips passed over both men.
“You're scaring me.” Sasuke whispered.
“Sorry...”
Naruto stopped tracing the wall.