Pucker Up
Pucker Up
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto
Theme: pucker up
Blue eyes closed, the boy sucked in a slow breath as blonde eyebrows drew together in the center of his forehead, lips pursing as he concentrated for a moment before his face twisted into an even more irritated scowl.
No! That's not... not like that!”
Heaving a sigh, Naruto flopped back onto his back on the bed, the spring of the matress buffering the impact of his teenage form with it's sheeted bulk. Folding his arms behind his head, the blonde genin -- still a genin, even after all his training - stared up at his ceiling, cornflower-hued eyes following the tracery of cracks in the dingy plaster overhead.
Why the hell was this so difficult? It wasn't like it was something odd, so it didn't make sense why he couldn't get it right in his head. Rolling over onto his stomach with a grumbled curse he'd learned from Jiraiya, Naruto propped his chin up in his hands with another sigh.
It just wasn't fair. If it wasn't bad enough that he was still a genin, he was fifteen years old and hadn't ever even kissed a girl. Scowling, he punched a fist into the pillow. It wasn't as though there was something wrong with him, he just... well, he was a late bloomer. Yeah. That had to be it.
Only... if that was the case, then why couldn't he make it work in his head?
Sitting up, he ran a hand through his unruly blonde hair, his mind turning back to the most frustrating of all facts. Not the fact that he'd never kissed anyone - technically he had, he just didn't want that to count -- but more to the fact that it was that particular kiss that he just couldn't get his mind off of.
Sasuke-teme...
Pounding fists into his head with a groan of aggravation, Naruto shook his head again, pushing the recurrent memory from his head. NO. He did NOT like that stubborn, cold, bastard of an Uchiha that way. Sasuke was... well, he was just his friend, wasn't he? He was... like a brother. Wasn't he?
Sighing, he stood up and crossed the room to pick up the framed photo on the dresser. Studying it, he let his eyes linger over the sullen figure of the black-haired boy, dark eyes glaring out from the picture, in stark contrast to Kakashi's aloof demeanor and Sakura's airy and sunshiny attitude. Setting the frame back down, he mulled the situation over in his head. It... made sense, he supposed. Since he'd never had a real kiss, then of course it would make sense that he'd have a harder time picturing that. That.... it'd be easier to picture the way Sasuke's lips had felt against his, than Sakura's.
Shaking his head, Naruto simply nodded to himself. Of course. That had to be the reason. And once he'd had the chance to share the wonderful first kiss - because any kiss with Uchiha Sasuke most certainly didn't count - then his stomach would stop trying to do backflips when he thought about it, and he'd stop picturing it in his dreams at night. And maybe... he'd be able to practice how to properly kiss Sakura without Sasuke's face blurring it's way through hers. Sucking in another breath, he closed his eyes and puckered his lips again. He'd just have to keep practicing.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto
Theme: pucker up
Blue eyes closed, the boy sucked in a slow breath as blonde eyebrows drew together in the center of his forehead, lips pursing as he concentrated for a moment before his face twisted into an even more irritated scowl.
No! That's not... not like that!”
Heaving a sigh, Naruto flopped back onto his back on the bed, the spring of the matress buffering the impact of his teenage form with it's sheeted bulk. Folding his arms behind his head, the blonde genin -- still a genin, even after all his training - stared up at his ceiling, cornflower-hued eyes following the tracery of cracks in the dingy plaster overhead.
Why the hell was this so difficult? It wasn't like it was something odd, so it didn't make sense why he couldn't get it right in his head. Rolling over onto his stomach with a grumbled curse he'd learned from Jiraiya, Naruto propped his chin up in his hands with another sigh.
It just wasn't fair. If it wasn't bad enough that he was still a genin, he was fifteen years old and hadn't ever even kissed a girl. Scowling, he punched a fist into the pillow. It wasn't as though there was something wrong with him, he just... well, he was a late bloomer. Yeah. That had to be it.
Only... if that was the case, then why couldn't he make it work in his head?
Sitting up, he ran a hand through his unruly blonde hair, his mind turning back to the most frustrating of all facts. Not the fact that he'd never kissed anyone - technically he had, he just didn't want that to count -- but more to the fact that it was that particular kiss that he just couldn't get his mind off of.
Sasuke-teme...
Pounding fists into his head with a groan of aggravation, Naruto shook his head again, pushing the recurrent memory from his head. NO. He did NOT like that stubborn, cold, bastard of an Uchiha that way. Sasuke was... well, he was just his friend, wasn't he? He was... like a brother. Wasn't he?
Sighing, he stood up and crossed the room to pick up the framed photo on the dresser. Studying it, he let his eyes linger over the sullen figure of the black-haired boy, dark eyes glaring out from the picture, in stark contrast to Kakashi's aloof demeanor and Sakura's airy and sunshiny attitude. Setting the frame back down, he mulled the situation over in his head. It... made sense, he supposed. Since he'd never had a real kiss, then of course it would make sense that he'd have a harder time picturing that. That.... it'd be easier to picture the way Sasuke's lips had felt against his, than Sakura's.
Shaking his head, Naruto simply nodded to himself. Of course. That had to be the reason. And once he'd had the chance to share the wonderful first kiss - because any kiss with Uchiha Sasuke most certainly didn't count - then his stomach would stop trying to do backflips when he thought about it, and he'd stop picturing it in his dreams at night. And maybe... he'd be able to practice how to properly kiss Sakura without Sasuke's face blurring it's way through hers. Sucking in another breath, he closed his eyes and puckered his lips again. He'd just have to keep practicing.