15
I owe Nami86 from DeviantArt a huge thank you. She has given me permission to write drabbles using her pictures as inspiration. The pictures I'm using aren't from DeviantArt, they're too risqué. She has another beautiful gallery in her LiveJournal. The number at the beginning of each chapter is which picture I have used. I'm not going in order. Just with what ever hits me first. These are drabbles, not connected in anyway, unless otherwise stated.
The rating is going to change here and there, but expect, mostly M. There's a very good reason a lot of these pictures aren't on DeviantArt. As beautiful as they are!
So thank you Nami86, this is a huge honor for me. Onto number 15.
15
pics./ nami86/ pic/001zfssr/ g79 (take the spaces out)
It was hot out. Summer was here and so were the white cotton sheets. It was too hot for anything else. He was away, and she was exhausted from the hospital.
After slipping out of her clothing and into a cool shower, she sat on the edge of her bed and braided her hair. She'd began to allow it to grow again when he came back after meeting the goals he set in place for himself. She swung around and covered herself, snuggling down into the bed. Closing her eyes for a moment, thought and then sighed. She uncovered herself and stripped off the tank top and shorts she'd attempted to go to bed in. Nodding her approval to the cooling night air on her skin, she sank into bed much more easily this time. That was all it took for her to fall asleep.
He was traveling faster than he should have been in the heat, but night was coming and it was beginning to slowly cool off. He was drenched in sweat, the bandage on his left arm uncomfortable and sticky against his skin. He at least had the sense to take off his jounin vest and stuff it into his pack. His button down shirt was open allowing his scarred skin to breathe, but he was still hot. He'd be home soon, and a cool shower would take care of that so it didn't bother him too much. He almost smiled at the thought of what else was waiting for him at home.
He'd been doing that a lot since he got back, almost smiling. He blamed it on the pink haired woman. She laughed when he told her that. And that almost made him smile.
She wasn't expecting him back tonight. He wasn't supposed to get back from his mission until two days from now. Even he hadn't suspected he'd be this early. Not that it mattered. When you finished a mission early you got those days to yourself. Two free days. That was a lot for a shinobi. He almost smiled at how he might spend them as he hit the gate to his village.
She was having a wonderful dream, her husband was working wonders on her body, touching, kissing, licking her into bliss, when she awoke to the shower running. She blinked sleepily, and gave a small smile. He came out a few minutes later, with a new bandage on his left arm, even though she was groggy with sleep she noted that fact, and nothing else on. He almost smiled when he saw her half open eyes.
"Hey." She said simply. She was on her front, and as he climbed into bed she was facing away from him. He worked his way under the covers and then over to her, placing an arm gently over her back. She sighed, he was home. Leaning down, he placed a kiss in the small of her back, and the arm he had placed over her gently moved its way from her hip to her breast where it rested, kneading every now and then. She sighed again, his other hand reached under the pillow she rested against and found her hand there too. Lacing his fingers with hers, he brought his head to her shoulder where it stayed.
"Hey." Sasuke whispered in Sakura's ear. "I'm home." And he almost smiled as they both went to sleep.
