Just a very short DeidaraXSakura drabble, oneshot whatever the heck you want to call it


It was just a kiss.

One simple, innocent, unresolved, blazing, passionate, undeniably unbelievable kiss…

Okay, they were kisses.

But that didn't change the fact that they were meaningless.

She snorted in the silence of a black night and cold empty bed.

Even she didn't believe that.

Because the way he looked at her sent shivers running down her spine.

She touched her lips in the dark and wondered when he would come again.

He said he couldn't help himself.

Even as his strong but slender hands held her face and he brushed his lips lightly over hers, he whispered his apologies for being so weak.

And she forgot how to breathe.

So she waited for him, and his kisses. She wouldn't have to wait for long, because true to his word – he couldn't stay away.

He sat, perched on her opened windowsill, and looking just as lost as she was.

There was no greeting.

There was just the sound of his sandals on her wood floor, and the creak of her old bed under his weight.

She could just make out the curve of his lips past the shadows. She thought she'd never seen anything look so real before in her entire life.

Because the way he looked at her as his hands slid up her body and cradled her face was real. The way her body trembled in his arms was real. His long blond bangs tickling her face was real. He was real, and in a moment of spontaneous clarity – she was sure that her fascination with him was real. He was much more than she'd let herself believe.

But the fear of being alone was growing inside… and she was sure he felt it too.

His eyes were so heartbreaking because she recognized them from the mirror each morning.

So she closed her eyes, and let her fears melt into the blazing passion of his lips on hers.

She was shrinking under the weight of his self-imposed prison.

She wondered then, if he could feel the way her heart speed up, and her hands shook.

She wished he did. She wished that he would give more and that they could be together….that he would come for her in the daylight and take her hand so that the whole world could see too.

But tonight, the inky black night brings him to her and their secret rendezvous, so she is stated in her desire for one day more.

She wraps her willing arms around his neck and accepts the meager gesture of infatuation he offers her this night.

Though, she knows that one day, kisses won't be enough. She knows that one day they will discovered…

His lips are distracting.

So she allows herself to fold into his arms and unspoken promise to come again when the pain of singularity becomes too much for him to bear alone.

She will wait for him, and the day that he will bring more than just these empty, useless, addicting kisses.


End