Stargazers
A/N// This is ridiculously short and kind of strange. It's also rather pointless but oh, well. R&R, peoples.
Hinata lay on her back in the sand and looked up at the starlit sky. Her short black hair was a little messy, a little wind-tangled, but that didn't matter to her, nor to the boy who lay in the sand beside her. Two sets of eyes stayed locked on the skies, two Shinobi breathed in and out perfectly in sync. Both minds were locked on the other, both knew that the other thought of them. It was electrifying.
Gaara slowly lifted one arm and pointed out a constellation to Hinata, murmuring to her which one it was, and what it was called. She commented in a soft stutter that the stars were different out here in the desert. He said that that was because they were further across the world from where Konoha was. She smiled and they resumed silence.
Time passed and the two of them somehow ended up leaning up against each other, Gaara's arm wrapped around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder. They stared at the stars, silently, loving, staring at pinpricks of light so far away, neither quite brave enough to look at the other as they lay within each others' arms.
Finally tiredness pulled at them around four o'clock in the morning and they crept back to the edge of the campfire, where their friends and comrades lay sleeping. They barely glanced at Temari, who was on watch, she gave them a smile and shook her head. They slid under the shelter that had been formed against the unmerciful heat of the day and curled up together in one corner. They fell asleep, wrapped in one another's arms, feeling safe and secure for one of the few times in their life, knowing that when they awoke they'd be facing the Spanish Inquisition as to where they'd been all night.
They would say that they'd been stargazing.