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>__> Well. This one is, thankfully, better than the other one. That'll teach me to write on the thirteenth. =X
Title: Memories
Summary: Naruto does, however, remember the important things.
Warnings: Sasunaru. Kisses, morning breath, and long run-on sentances.
Neither of them remembers exactly how they came to be living together, though Naruto is fairly certain it had something to do with a drunken bet and an ill-placed fire jutsu. Sasuke, he is sure, remembers more than he does -- Sasuke is anal about these things, and, to be fair, hadn't been nearly as drunk as Naruto had -- but it's never really mattered to him, so he's never asked. Naruto does, however, remember the important things.
He remembers his hesitation upon hearing that his apartment was ready for him, Sasuke's sly look as he off-handedly suggests that maybe they should offer the apartment to someone else -- after all, his apartment is plenty big enough for the two of them, and it would be easier to pay the rent each month with the two of them -- wouldn't it, Naruto? (Naruto also remembers the loud arguments and the fistfights and the random furniture destruction, but those were never serious, so he doesn't talk about them much.)
He remembers how, in the long hot summer nights, it became easier, more convenient, to leave the futon shoved in the corner of Sasuke's closet and both stretch out on top of the covers laid on Sasuke's large bed. He remembers how they became so used to that arrangement that, on missions, Sasuke would bring a thick blanket to sleep on and Naruto would bring the rest of the bedding and, when they thought about it, it really was simpler that way, wasn't it, Sasuke?
He remembers how he really wasn't as shocked or appalled or disgusted as he should have been upon waking up, legs tangled with Sasuke's legs and fingers wound is Sasuke's hair, hip to hip, with his face buried in Sasuke's chest. He remembers Sasuke's voice, husky with sleep and maybe something more, commenting to the walls (not to a sound-asleep Naruto who most certainly was not listening) that it was the best sleep he'd had in ages.
He remembers the relief that used to (still does) well up when a mission ends and he can turn to Sasuke and, tired and sore and exhilarated, they gently tap fists.
He remembers how utterly right it felt, one lazy Saturday morning, to angle Sasuke's head just right and lean in. He remembers the slow soft brush of lips, and how the horror he felt when Sasuke's eyes blinked blearily open couldn't quite replace the earlier rightness.
But, most vividly, he remembers the laughter and the giddy happiness and the contentment and the thrill and the million other indescribable emotions that sang through his veins as Sasuke wrinkled his nose, insulted Naruto's morning breath, yet caught Naruto's face in his hands and taught him what a real kiss felt like.
Neither of them really remembers how they came to be living together, but neither of them would ever give it up.
... And now I must go pack for camp. Grawrl.
Edit: It's raining. RAINING. It's not supposed to rain.
Title: Memories
Summary: Naruto does, however, remember the important things.
Warnings: Sasunaru. Kisses, morning breath, and long run-on sentances.
Neither of them remembers exactly how they came to be living together, though Naruto is fairly certain it had something to do with a drunken bet and an ill-placed fire jutsu. Sasuke, he is sure, remembers more than he does -- Sasuke is anal about these things, and, to be fair, hadn't been nearly as drunk as Naruto had -- but it's never really mattered to him, so he's never asked. Naruto does, however, remember the important things.
He remembers his hesitation upon hearing that his apartment was ready for him, Sasuke's sly look as he off-handedly suggests that maybe they should offer the apartment to someone else -- after all, his apartment is plenty big enough for the two of them, and it would be easier to pay the rent each month with the two of them -- wouldn't it, Naruto? (Naruto also remembers the loud arguments and the fistfights and the random furniture destruction, but those were never serious, so he doesn't talk about them much.)
He remembers how, in the long hot summer nights, it became easier, more convenient, to leave the futon shoved in the corner of Sasuke's closet and both stretch out on top of the covers laid on Sasuke's large bed. He remembers how they became so used to that arrangement that, on missions, Sasuke would bring a thick blanket to sleep on and Naruto would bring the rest of the bedding and, when they thought about it, it really was simpler that way, wasn't it, Sasuke?
He remembers how he really wasn't as shocked or appalled or disgusted as he should have been upon waking up, legs tangled with Sasuke's legs and fingers wound is Sasuke's hair, hip to hip, with his face buried in Sasuke's chest. He remembers Sasuke's voice, husky with sleep and maybe something more, commenting to the walls (not to a sound-asleep Naruto who most certainly was not listening) that it was the best sleep he'd had in ages.
He remembers the relief that used to (still does) well up when a mission ends and he can turn to Sasuke and, tired and sore and exhilarated, they gently tap fists.
He remembers how utterly right it felt, one lazy Saturday morning, to angle Sasuke's head just right and lean in. He remembers the slow soft brush of lips, and how the horror he felt when Sasuke's eyes blinked blearily open couldn't quite replace the earlier rightness.
But, most vividly, he remembers the laughter and the giddy happiness and the contentment and the thrill and the million other indescribable emotions that sang through his veins as Sasuke wrinkled his nose, insulted Naruto's morning breath, yet caught Naruto's face in his hands and taught him what a real kiss felt like.
Neither of them really remembers how they came to be living together, but neither of them would ever give it up.
... And now I must go pack for camp. Grawrl.
Edit: It's raining. RAINING. It's not supposed to rain.