Only Gets Better With Time (1/1)
Every time I try to write what I plan to write, I get sidetracked with other stuff. Totally new stuff. Like this. Got 99 problems and finishing old fic is still one of them. And then I done did lost some of my notes for EM.
｡:ﾟ*+;(;*´Д`)ﾉ ・゜゜・． It doesn't work if it's not a NaruSasuIta triangle!
Anyway, so yeah, another fluff thing to dump in the domestic series. Unfortunately. In general, except when I write gen, maybe, I can sum up their relationship in four little f-words, but in this one, all these two do here is flirt. (_ _,)/~~白旗〜
Smize, Sasuke. *~snap~snap~* Smize like you mean it. ~~**jazz fingers**~~
(*-_-)y~~~
I should probably retract this at some point in the near future
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Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1833
Summary: “Well, yeah. Even without the face, it’s still supposed to remind you of a panda. Mr. Panda.”
“...what’d I do this time?”
“I didn’t say you did anything.”
“No, Sasuke. I know that look. It’s the same one you give me when you won’t admit that I did something you can’t say you don’t like, so I know I did something. Not that I know what that something I did is, but I do know I didn’t not do something, especially when-why are you still looking at me like that?”
“The same reason you’re still backing away from me.”
“Because it looks like you’re going to inflict some kind of pain on me. And not the good kind of pain that leads to the really good kinds of things we both like doing, either. I’m talking the really-”
“Make it easier on yourself and stop moving.”
“Always so rough with me,” Naruto grumbles, left to squirm with one last step bringing his back against the wall. “Would it really hurt you to be a little gentle for once?”
“If you didn’t whine so much then maybe I’d actually start to care.”
“You’re messing it up now. Nothing was wrong with it. Stop trying to-it’s fine the way it is.”
“It’s crooked.”
“That was my ear, you goddamn anal retentive bast-the hell was that for, you asshole-pull a little harder next time, why don’t y-”
“I’m going to pull these tassels around your neck if you don’t hold still. You’re the one who keeps moving. I barely even touched you.”
With a last ditch effort to escape immediately made futile by an impatient gaze, Naruto exaggerates a sigh, resigned to his fate at Sasuke’s cruel and unsympathetic touch. “...it’s just a hat,” he mumbles.
“A stupid character hat you’re too old to be wearing.”
“Since when does being twenty make me an old man like you?”
“You’ll be twenty-one next month.”
“But Mr. Panda’s cute.”
And really, it is. Nowhere near as bad as Sasuke’s trying to make it out to be, although he knows it’s more or less Sasuke not being able to admit liking the hat.
Something he bought on impulse, which can only be blamed on the fact winter decided to show up two months too early this year, it’s a simple knit cap, mostly white but trimmed black around the edges, with small black ears sitting on top and two braided tassels each a cord black intertwining white along large ear flaps that keep him comfortably warm. As flashy as his style tends to be, all in all, considering the distinct lack of eyes and nose that would’ve really made it look like a panda made itself at home on his head, for someone like him, the hat’s pretty darn subtle.
Besides, he’s seen guy idols wear more cutesy stuff than this all the time. Guys older than him, too. Especially those Korean idols from the music Sasuke sometimes listens to. Girls like to go crazy over guys wearing that kind of stuff, so it’s not like he’s the only one who does it. And he can’t say he minds the extra attention wearing the hat gets him sometimes.
Any excuse to justify his need to stand out, Sasuke would probably say, which he can’t exactly deny, because, yeah, okay, maybe it’s nice to be noticed every now and then, especially when it’s Sasuke doing the noticing-except the time they ran into Karin and Suigetsu last week, when Karin almost knocked him over with an unexpected attack hug, then called him something in Korean that just made Suigetsu say something else Naruto didn’t understand, not even trying to hide how hilarious he thought the whole thing was, since apparently that’s the only sensible way to react after seeing your girlfriend hanging off another guy’s arm (not that Suigetsu’s ever been that sensible in the first place, anyway).
But he really can do without going through that again.
Even weirder still, was when she forced her pink and white knit hat on a bored looking Sasuke, who’s actually used to her behaviour, claiming she didn’t want his ears to get cold, then rambling off about spoonfeeding, the importance of a hundred percent synchronisation, chocolate abs, and some other strange shit-whatever she said, like he never fails to tell Sasuke, he chalked it all up to Karin and Suigetsu just being plain weird.
“You actually named that thing,” Sasuke says, lowering his hands and taking a step back to inspect his attempt to make Naruto look somewhat casual presentable, which they both know is way beyond a lost cause at this point.
The sigh that follows is kind of inevitable, too. Less out of exasperation and more of a faint hum by now, when Sasuke gives him one of these soft looks, one of those fond expressions hidden beneath the smile that doesn’t reach his lips yet somehow still so wholly apparent in his eyes, and Naruto can’t shake this sort of mad crazy hypnotic feeling that makes it seem impossible to pull himself away.
“Well, yeah. Even without the face, it’s still supposed to remind you of a panda. Mr. Panda.”
“It’s a hat.”
“If you’re jealous, I’ll buy one for you, too. Maybe a Rilakkuma one? Or even a Korilakkuma one. You could pull that off. A Kiiroritori one would probably be better, though. That seems like it’d suit you more. Yeah, with that unfortunate thing you call a hairstyle going on in the back, definitely Kiirori-”
“Naruto.”
“Oh, come on.” A low noise building from his chest rising in the back of his throat, Naruto doesn’t fight the laughter that spills over at Sasuke’s annoyed stare. “You can’t tell me you don’t think it’s cute.”
“I don’t think it’s cute.”
“Whatever you say, Sasuke, but you know you like Mr. Panda. See?” Smile wide, Naruto pulls on both ear flaps, slight motions shifting the hat from side to side. “Who wouldn’t want to kiss the face of the guy wearing a hat this cute?”
“I’d rather squish it.”
Gloved fingers reach to pull the knit cap over Naruto’s face, intercepted by the hand that grabs Sasuke’s wrist instead. Unfazed by the sharp movement, Sasuke allows his body to be carried forward with the momentum, all but held against Naruto.
A knowing grin fills in the beginnings of a leer. “...you really don’t like my hat?”
Free hand raised, tassel caught with his finger and thumb, Sasuke watches him from beneath lowered eyelids that don’t fully close.
In small circles the tassel begins to coil, rubbed between his fingers meticulously slow chasing along the corded length. He pauses when his fingers slide over the knot, hand curling around the loose fringe at the tail end he then gives a light tug.
There’s a slight upturn of his chin, the reveal of a sly glint in dark eyes luring Naruto further in. Gradually, the hold on Sasuke’s wrist becomes lax, turns slack with an offer of a not quite kiss, the whisper of I don’t a shallow breath barely a tingle brushed on Naruto’s lips.
Then just like that, Sasuke decides to pull away.
Looking far too pleased for his own good, he drops the tassel from his hand, letting it fall against Naruto’s chest. He turns on his heel, carrying with him this look, one last glance at Naruto this very specific brand of understated haughty smug that’s just so, so unbelievably him.
With a low chuckle, Naruto breaks out into a slow grin, thumb wiping at the corner of his mouth. “You’re still taking me to that ramen place you found, right?”
“If you still want to go,” Sasuke says, snagging the keys from the kitchen counter and putting them in the side pocket of his fitted pea coat. “But I’m not paying for you if you plan on taking all day.”
“Like I’d ever jeopardise the chance to get free ramen from you.” Letting out a light snort, Naruto goes after Sasuke, catching up with him at the entryway. He pats his back pocket once, then two more times. “Hey, you got my wal-”
“Mm.” Sasuke lowers his head, looking down near the top of his coat to fasten a large grey button that’d come undone, fingers then moving up to carefully adjust the broad, folded flaps. Eyes slightly narrowed, wearing an almost thoughtful frown, with both hands, he reaches behind his neck to straighten the wide collar, looking up to meet Naruto’s steady gaze, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “What?”
“Didn’t think it was that cold outside,” Naruto says, stuffing his feet into bright red sneakers already tied while Sasuke opens the door leading to the outside balcony. “It’s only September and you already look so bundled up.”
“Not everyone has your abnormal body heat.”
“Maybe, but...” Following Sasuke through the doorway, stopped beside him, Naruto leans a little closer, raising a hand to push away the longer strands of dark hair visible beneath an off-white knit hat. “There.”
Sasuke blinks, gaze expectant paired with another near frown.
“It was covering your eyes.”
“That make the front of my hair an unfortunate style, too?”
“Only when it doesn’t let me see you.”
Taking the keys out of his pocket, Sasuke locks the door, ducking his head turned to the side but unable to hide this shy little embarrassed smile that puts the stupidest, most hopelessly idiotic look on Naruto’s face.
“Out of all the things you could’ve come up with, out of all things you have come up with, I’m really starting to think you’re losing your touch, Sasuke.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
An arm around Sasuke keeps him from walking away, holds him close, and Naruto grins, forehead resting against Sasuke’s, fingers sneaking beneath Sasuke’s collar, flittering across the back of his neck and pressing gently into skin. “I seriously can’t believe me saying that kind of thing still gets to you.”
“Because it’s awful. And you’re an idiot for trying to get away with it.”
“But that’s thing, isn’t it,” Naruto murmurs, head bowed, mouth a light pressure trailing alongside Sasuke’s jaw. His other hand on Sasuke’s hip slides underneath the grey coat, reaching to lift the hem of Sasuke’s shirt gathered in his palm. “...you do let me get away with it.”
“Try again.” Slipping out from the arms around him, Sasuke snorts, this time not trying to hide the small traces of a smile. He heads towards the stairs on the other side of the balcony, readjusting the back of his collar and the front folds of his coat. “You coming or what?”
For a moment Naruto just stands there, hasty fingers tapping out a slapdash rhythm on the metal railing. It’s doesn’t last more than half a second of two before he starts to grin, feet quick to take him right back to Sasuke. He lets out a warm laugh, placing both hands on Sasuke’s shoulders and steering him in a straight line. “You had me at ramen.”
｡:ﾟ*+;(;*´Д`)ﾉ ・゜゜・． It doesn't work if it's not a NaruSasuIta triangle!
Anyway, so yeah, another fluff thing to dump in the domestic series. Unfortunately. In general, except when I write gen, maybe, I can sum up their relationship in four little f-words, but in this one, all these two do here is flirt. (_ _,)/~~白旗〜
Smize, Sasuke. *~snap~snap~* Smize like you mean it. ~~**jazz fingers**~~
(*-_-)y~~~
I should probably retract this at some point in the near future
***
Characters: Naruto/Sasuke
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1833
Summary: “Well, yeah. Even without the face, it’s still supposed to remind you of a panda. Mr. Panda.”
“...what’d I do this time?”
“I didn’t say you did anything.”
“No, Sasuke. I know that look. It’s the same one you give me when you won’t admit that I did something you can’t say you don’t like, so I know I did something. Not that I know what that something I did is, but I do know I didn’t not do something, especially when-why are you still looking at me like that?”
“The same reason you’re still backing away from me.”
“Because it looks like you’re going to inflict some kind of pain on me. And not the good kind of pain that leads to the really good kinds of things we both like doing, either. I’m talking the really-”
“Make it easier on yourself and stop moving.”
“Always so rough with me,” Naruto grumbles, left to squirm with one last step bringing his back against the wall. “Would it really hurt you to be a little gentle for once?”
“If you didn’t whine so much then maybe I’d actually start to care.”
“You’re messing it up now. Nothing was wrong with it. Stop trying to-it’s fine the way it is.”
“It’s crooked.”
“That was my ear, you goddamn anal retentive bast-the hell was that for, you asshole-pull a little harder next time, why don’t y-”
“I’m going to pull these tassels around your neck if you don’t hold still. You’re the one who keeps moving. I barely even touched you.”
With a last ditch effort to escape immediately made futile by an impatient gaze, Naruto exaggerates a sigh, resigned to his fate at Sasuke’s cruel and unsympathetic touch. “...it’s just a hat,” he mumbles.
“A stupid character hat you’re too old to be wearing.”
“Since when does being twenty make me an old man like you?”
“You’ll be twenty-one next month.”
“But Mr. Panda’s cute.”
And really, it is. Nowhere near as bad as Sasuke’s trying to make it out to be, although he knows it’s more or less Sasuke not being able to admit liking the hat.
Something he bought on impulse, which can only be blamed on the fact winter decided to show up two months too early this year, it’s a simple knit cap, mostly white but trimmed black around the edges, with small black ears sitting on top and two braided tassels each a cord black intertwining white along large ear flaps that keep him comfortably warm. As flashy as his style tends to be, all in all, considering the distinct lack of eyes and nose that would’ve really made it look like a panda made itself at home on his head, for someone like him, the hat’s pretty darn subtle.
Besides, he’s seen guy idols wear more cutesy stuff than this all the time. Guys older than him, too. Especially those Korean idols from the music Sasuke sometimes listens to. Girls like to go crazy over guys wearing that kind of stuff, so it’s not like he’s the only one who does it. And he can’t say he minds the extra attention wearing the hat gets him sometimes.
Any excuse to justify his need to stand out, Sasuke would probably say, which he can’t exactly deny, because, yeah, okay, maybe it’s nice to be noticed every now and then, especially when it’s Sasuke doing the noticing-except the time they ran into Karin and Suigetsu last week, when Karin almost knocked him over with an unexpected attack hug, then called him something in Korean that just made Suigetsu say something else Naruto didn’t understand, not even trying to hide how hilarious he thought the whole thing was, since apparently that’s the only sensible way to react after seeing your girlfriend hanging off another guy’s arm (not that Suigetsu’s ever been that sensible in the first place, anyway).
But he really can do without going through that again.
Even weirder still, was when she forced her pink and white knit hat on a bored looking Sasuke, who’s actually used to her behaviour, claiming she didn’t want his ears to get cold, then rambling off about spoonfeeding, the importance of a hundred percent synchronisation, chocolate abs, and some other strange shit-whatever she said, like he never fails to tell Sasuke, he chalked it all up to Karin and Suigetsu just being plain weird.
“You actually named that thing,” Sasuke says, lowering his hands and taking a step back to inspect his attempt to make Naruto look somewhat casual presentable, which they both know is way beyond a lost cause at this point.
The sigh that follows is kind of inevitable, too. Less out of exasperation and more of a faint hum by now, when Sasuke gives him one of these soft looks, one of those fond expressions hidden beneath the smile that doesn’t reach his lips yet somehow still so wholly apparent in his eyes, and Naruto can’t shake this sort of mad crazy hypnotic feeling that makes it seem impossible to pull himself away.
“Well, yeah. Even without the face, it’s still supposed to remind you of a panda. Mr. Panda.”
“It’s a hat.”
“If you’re jealous, I’ll buy one for you, too. Maybe a Rilakkuma one? Or even a Korilakkuma one. You could pull that off. A Kiiroritori one would probably be better, though. That seems like it’d suit you more. Yeah, with that unfortunate thing you call a hairstyle going on in the back, definitely Kiirori-”
“Naruto.”
“Oh, come on.” A low noise building from his chest rising in the back of his throat, Naruto doesn’t fight the laughter that spills over at Sasuke’s annoyed stare. “You can’t tell me you don’t think it’s cute.”
“I don’t think it’s cute.”
“Whatever you say, Sasuke, but you know you like Mr. Panda. See?” Smile wide, Naruto pulls on both ear flaps, slight motions shifting the hat from side to side. “Who wouldn’t want to kiss the face of the guy wearing a hat this cute?”
“I’d rather squish it.”
Gloved fingers reach to pull the knit cap over Naruto’s face, intercepted by the hand that grabs Sasuke’s wrist instead. Unfazed by the sharp movement, Sasuke allows his body to be carried forward with the momentum, all but held against Naruto.
A knowing grin fills in the beginnings of a leer. “...you really don’t like my hat?”
Free hand raised, tassel caught with his finger and thumb, Sasuke watches him from beneath lowered eyelids that don’t fully close.
In small circles the tassel begins to coil, rubbed between his fingers meticulously slow chasing along the corded length. He pauses when his fingers slide over the knot, hand curling around the loose fringe at the tail end he then gives a light tug.
There’s a slight upturn of his chin, the reveal of a sly glint in dark eyes luring Naruto further in. Gradually, the hold on Sasuke’s wrist becomes lax, turns slack with an offer of a not quite kiss, the whisper of I don’t a shallow breath barely a tingle brushed on Naruto’s lips.
Then just like that, Sasuke decides to pull away.
Looking far too pleased for his own good, he drops the tassel from his hand, letting it fall against Naruto’s chest. He turns on his heel, carrying with him this look, one last glance at Naruto this very specific brand of understated haughty smug that’s just so, so unbelievably him.
With a low chuckle, Naruto breaks out into a slow grin, thumb wiping at the corner of his mouth. “You’re still taking me to that ramen place you found, right?”
“If you still want to go,” Sasuke says, snagging the keys from the kitchen counter and putting them in the side pocket of his fitted pea coat. “But I’m not paying for you if you plan on taking all day.”
“Like I’d ever jeopardise the chance to get free ramen from you.” Letting out a light snort, Naruto goes after Sasuke, catching up with him at the entryway. He pats his back pocket once, then two more times. “Hey, you got my wal-”
“Mm.” Sasuke lowers his head, looking down near the top of his coat to fasten a large grey button that’d come undone, fingers then moving up to carefully adjust the broad, folded flaps. Eyes slightly narrowed, wearing an almost thoughtful frown, with both hands, he reaches behind his neck to straighten the wide collar, looking up to meet Naruto’s steady gaze, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “What?”
“Didn’t think it was that cold outside,” Naruto says, stuffing his feet into bright red sneakers already tied while Sasuke opens the door leading to the outside balcony. “It’s only September and you already look so bundled up.”
“Not everyone has your abnormal body heat.”
“Maybe, but...” Following Sasuke through the doorway, stopped beside him, Naruto leans a little closer, raising a hand to push away the longer strands of dark hair visible beneath an off-white knit hat. “There.”
Sasuke blinks, gaze expectant paired with another near frown.
“It was covering your eyes.”
“That make the front of my hair an unfortunate style, too?”
“Only when it doesn’t let me see you.”
Taking the keys out of his pocket, Sasuke locks the door, ducking his head turned to the side but unable to hide this shy little embarrassed smile that puts the stupidest, most hopelessly idiotic look on Naruto’s face.
“Out of all the things you could’ve come up with, out of all things you have come up with, I’m really starting to think you’re losing your touch, Sasuke.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
An arm around Sasuke keeps him from walking away, holds him close, and Naruto grins, forehead resting against Sasuke’s, fingers sneaking beneath Sasuke’s collar, flittering across the back of his neck and pressing gently into skin. “I seriously can’t believe me saying that kind of thing still gets to you.”
“Because it’s awful. And you’re an idiot for trying to get away with it.”
“But that’s thing, isn’t it,” Naruto murmurs, head bowed, mouth a light pressure trailing alongside Sasuke’s jaw. His other hand on Sasuke’s hip slides underneath the grey coat, reaching to lift the hem of Sasuke’s shirt gathered in his palm. “...you do let me get away with it.”
“Try again.” Slipping out from the arms around him, Sasuke snorts, this time not trying to hide the small traces of a smile. He heads towards the stairs on the other side of the balcony, readjusting the back of his collar and the front folds of his coat. “You coming or what?”
For a moment Naruto just stands there, hasty fingers tapping out a slapdash rhythm on the metal railing. It’s doesn’t last more than half a second of two before he starts to grin, feet quick to take him right back to Sasuke. He lets out a warm laugh, placing both hands on Sasuke’s shoulders and steering him in a straight line. “You had me at ramen.”