In His Arms
Summary: Feeling his arms around me was like coming home.
Sometimes I forgot the feeling of his arms around me.
Days, weeks, the occasional month or two would pass while I was on a mission. A contingency to me marrying the kazekage was that I was still active on the roster for all missions. He understood the need I had to protect and further our village, trusting in my ability to bring myself back to him each time. A soft sigh moved my pastel locks, arms tightening around me drew my attention away from my thoughts.
"You're home" his sleep laden voice murmured, lips ghosting over my sun kissed shoulder. Sleep was a new concept after his near death experience, nightmares plagued him for years until he could rest easy. His fingers began pulling off the various pouches attached to my person, my coat and shoes were next. Sand carrying them to the proper places, nothing out of place in the pristine room. "It went well."
"As well as an escort mission can go. I swear the next noble escort we get is going to the chunnin. It's always some drama, especially when they bring their friends" I replied, nose scrunching at the memory of the gaggle of women I escorted from our village to their home. Blankets rustled as he enveloped me in there warmth. The familiar scent of the desert and Gaara surrounding me in their comforting familiarity. "They seem to think being the kazehime means I'm nothing but an airhead noble like them."
"Others opinion matter not, Sakura. I love you how you are" was his retort, nuzzling into the nape of my neck. Red clashed with pink, as he cradled his body against mine. A content feeling encompassed me, no one else saw this side of Gaara. It took us many years to get to this point. Surprising both of us at the depth of the bond we shared. Neither of us sure if it was possible. Another sigh passed his lips, gaining my attention, as he started to slip back into the world of slumber.
His lips ghosted across my shoulder once more before his grip slackened. Shallow breaths indicated he had fallen asleep, his arms loosely around my waist. Content, safe, loved. Feeling I thought I once had paled in comparison to this. I moved as close as I could, beginning to feel the familiar tug of sleep overcoming my senses. Content with the feeling of his arms around me, I drift off.
Simple and short. Not sure what I had going on here. I might add too it. I might not. Not sure yet.