Be There (1/1)
I reckon I can get a couple more fics out of this song, which I don’t normally try to do, but this idea just came to me (like they all do when I'm actually trying to finish something else), and Janice’s cover of this song is just that gorgeous.
Here there be some serious and utter sap. So please forgive me, because sleepy!Sasuke lowers my already dreadfully low inhibitions. I've no excuse for Naruto, though. Never do.
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Words: 507
Summary: “Didn’t know you had a thing for soap.”
Slowly, the front door begins to open, prolonged with a low creak that resonates throughout the small apartment, compelling bleary eyes open in a dark room, and groggy, Sasuke begins to wake.
He blinks at the dim light from the sitting room tapering a line leading into the hallway. Closing his eyes, vaguely, he picks up on a low patter of footsteps. There’s a soft thud of something heavy hitting the floor, followed by another quick shuffle of steps that comes to an abrupt stop.
Bright light spills into the room, poorly filtered through his eyelids, and he groans, turns in the bed away from the light and towards the wall with his cheek smushed against his forearm resting on top of a pillow.
Another door opens then closes. Not too long after, he can hear the sound of running water from the bathroom across the hall. There’s a sharp clanging noise trailed by a stream of muffled curses, but Sasuke just curls his fingers around the blanket in his grip, gradually nodding off.
The bed suddenly dips beneath an added weight, and Sasuke stills, startled eyes met with the dark. An arm wraps around him from behind, and he relaxes, closes his eyes with a slow exhale at the warm breath he feels at the nape of his neck.
“Sasuke...”
With a grunt, Sasuke leans into the chest pressed against his back. “...I was trying to sleep.”
“Sorry,” Naruto murmurs into his shoulder. “For waking you up, that is. Didn’t mean to come home so late. Go back to sleep.”
“...it’s fine.”
Naruto’s chest rises with a steady inhale. “You don’t smell like that new ink you bought anymore,” he says softly. “You smell nice. Like soap.”
“Didn’t know you had a thing for soap.”
“I have a thing for you.”
Sasuke hums when Naruto starts to shift against him, making room for the knee trying to fit its way between his legs. “Comfortable?”
Naruto nods against his shoulder. “Now I am.”
Sasuke snorts. “Throwing yourself all over me like this, you’re shameless.”
“Just think of me as a blanket.”
“A blanket?”
“Well, a human blanket at least. So if you’re my human pillow, I’ll be your human blanket.”
“I’m pretty sure my regular blanket doesn’t have a habit of poking me in the back with his erection in the morning.”
The sheets rustle when Naruto lifts his head from Sasuke’s shoulder. “It better not.”
With another snort, Sasuke pinches the back of Naruto’s hand, ignoring the exaggerated hiss of pain that follows.
“I can’t believe you’re still so mean to me, Sasuke,” Naruto mutters into his skin, not bothering to hide the petulance coming through his words. “You know I wasn’t being serious.”
“You idiot,” Sasuke whispers, soft and nearly lost through a yawn displacing a tiny smile the slightest upturn at the corner of his mouth. His fingers curl around Naruto’s wrist, pulling tighter around him Naruto’s arm he holds close to his chest as his voice begins to drift away. “...go to sleep.”
Here there be some serious and utter sap. So please forgive me, because sleepy!Sasuke lowers my already dreadfully low inhibitions. I've no excuse for Naruto, though. Never do.
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Words: 507
Summary: “Didn’t know you had a thing for soap.”
Slowly, the front door begins to open, prolonged with a low creak that resonates throughout the small apartment, compelling bleary eyes open in a dark room, and groggy, Sasuke begins to wake.
He blinks at the dim light from the sitting room tapering a line leading into the hallway. Closing his eyes, vaguely, he picks up on a low patter of footsteps. There’s a soft thud of something heavy hitting the floor, followed by another quick shuffle of steps that comes to an abrupt stop.
Bright light spills into the room, poorly filtered through his eyelids, and he groans, turns in the bed away from the light and towards the wall with his cheek smushed against his forearm resting on top of a pillow.
Another door opens then closes. Not too long after, he can hear the sound of running water from the bathroom across the hall. There’s a sharp clanging noise trailed by a stream of muffled curses, but Sasuke just curls his fingers around the blanket in his grip, gradually nodding off.
The bed suddenly dips beneath an added weight, and Sasuke stills, startled eyes met with the dark. An arm wraps around him from behind, and he relaxes, closes his eyes with a slow exhale at the warm breath he feels at the nape of his neck.
“Sasuke...”
With a grunt, Sasuke leans into the chest pressed against his back. “...I was trying to sleep.”
“Sorry,” Naruto murmurs into his shoulder. “For waking you up, that is. Didn’t mean to come home so late. Go back to sleep.”
“...it’s fine.”
Naruto’s chest rises with a steady inhale. “You don’t smell like that new ink you bought anymore,” he says softly. “You smell nice. Like soap.”
“Didn’t know you had a thing for soap.”
“I have a thing for you.”
Sasuke hums when Naruto starts to shift against him, making room for the knee trying to fit its way between his legs. “Comfortable?”
Naruto nods against his shoulder. “Now I am.”
Sasuke snorts. “Throwing yourself all over me like this, you’re shameless.”
“Just think of me as a blanket.”
“A blanket?”
“Well, a human blanket at least. So if you’re my human pillow, I’ll be your human blanket.”
“I’m pretty sure my regular blanket doesn’t have a habit of poking me in the back with his erection in the morning.”
The sheets rustle when Naruto lifts his head from Sasuke’s shoulder. “It better not.”
With another snort, Sasuke pinches the back of Naruto’s hand, ignoring the exaggerated hiss of pain that follows.
“I can’t believe you’re still so mean to me, Sasuke,” Naruto mutters into his skin, not bothering to hide the petulance coming through his words. “You know I wasn’t being serious.”
“You idiot,” Sasuke whispers, soft and nearly lost through a yawn displacing a tiny smile the slightest upturn at the corner of his mouth. His fingers curl around Naruto’s wrist, pulling tighter around him Naruto’s arm he holds close to his chest as his voice begins to drift away. “...go to sleep.”