everyday life.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Hyuuga Neji & Haruno Sakura & Nara Shikamaru
Prompt: table 3, 01. caught
Word Count: 388
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes: Written for 3 way. Prompt table is here.
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The humour danced light-heartedly in her twin emeralds, the grin barely suppressed on her dainty features. It was a sight she had never dreamed of seeing - never thought of, never cared to think of, really, before now. But this was her life now, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You ate the last of the strawberry ice-cream,” the Hyuuga deadpanned, his gaze pinned on the other occupant of their kitchen. “Again.”
The sigh that replied to the aristocratic man was impeccable with its timing as usual, and the Nara man popped his elbows on to the small kitchen bar for support. His head followed, as with his gaze, and the amusement skirted lightly in his eyes. “Troublesome.”
The slight eyebrow twitch on Neji’s patrician face was barely perceptible, but Sakura caught it. This time, a small giggle escaped her mouth at the absurd scene. This was Neji and Shikamaru, fighting over strawberry ice-cream like it was the most natural thing for two highly respected and feared Konoha ANBU to be doing.
“What’s so amusing?”
“Oh, nothing at all,” the pinkette replied, the corners of her lips quirking into small smirk.
Something flickered in his pale orbs, and the Hyuuga exchanged an unreadable look with Shikamaru. In a flash, the two men had vanished from their previous spot in the kitchen. Sakura blinked at their sudden appearance, the confusion clear in her vibrant emerald orbs. “What-”
“Strawberry ice-cream, eh,” Neji smirked down at the pinkette.
“Sharing is caring, huh?” Shikamaru piped in, the mischievous gleam apparent in his usually bored eyes.
Sakura backed up, in conjunction to their slow advance on her. Aw crap, she thought, but the amused smile never wavered from her face. “You know, Sakura,” Neji whispered huskily, his body pressed dangerously close to hers, effectively sandwiching her between him and the wall. “If I didn’t know better, I would’ve said you were the one that ate the ice-cream.”
Shikamaru sandwiched the other side of her body. “But you don’t like strawberry ice-cream, right?”
Sakura wasn’t given the chance to answer, as Neji’s mouth had smothered her own in a smouldering kiss. His playful tongue licked away the little remnant of a pink stain on the corner of her mouth, and Sakura almost giggled in mirth at being caught.
Oh, life was good, indeed.
Characters: Hyuuga Neji & Haruno Sakura & Nara Shikamaru
Prompt: table 3, 01. caught
Word Count: 388
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes: Written for 3 way. Prompt table is here.
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The humour danced light-heartedly in her twin emeralds, the grin barely suppressed on her dainty features. It was a sight she had never dreamed of seeing - never thought of, never cared to think of, really, before now. But this was her life now, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You ate the last of the strawberry ice-cream,” the Hyuuga deadpanned, his gaze pinned on the other occupant of their kitchen. “Again.”
The sigh that replied to the aristocratic man was impeccable with its timing as usual, and the Nara man popped his elbows on to the small kitchen bar for support. His head followed, as with his gaze, and the amusement skirted lightly in his eyes. “Troublesome.”
The slight eyebrow twitch on Neji’s patrician face was barely perceptible, but Sakura caught it. This time, a small giggle escaped her mouth at the absurd scene. This was Neji and Shikamaru, fighting over strawberry ice-cream like it was the most natural thing for two highly respected and feared Konoha ANBU to be doing.
“What’s so amusing?”
“Oh, nothing at all,” the pinkette replied, the corners of her lips quirking into small smirk.
Something flickered in his pale orbs, and the Hyuuga exchanged an unreadable look with Shikamaru. In a flash, the two men had vanished from their previous spot in the kitchen. Sakura blinked at their sudden appearance, the confusion clear in her vibrant emerald orbs. “What-”
“Strawberry ice-cream, eh,” Neji smirked down at the pinkette.
“Sharing is caring, huh?” Shikamaru piped in, the mischievous gleam apparent in his usually bored eyes.
Sakura backed up, in conjunction to their slow advance on her. Aw crap, she thought, but the amused smile never wavered from her face. “You know, Sakura,” Neji whispered huskily, his body pressed dangerously close to hers, effectively sandwiching her between him and the wall. “If I didn’t know better, I would’ve said you were the one that ate the ice-cream.”
Shikamaru sandwiched the other side of her body. “But you don’t like strawberry ice-cream, right?”
Sakura wasn’t given the chance to answer, as Neji’s mouth had smothered her own in a smouldering kiss. His playful tongue licked away the little remnant of a pink stain on the corner of her mouth, and Sakura almost giggled in mirth at being caught.
Oh, life was good, indeed.