Sasori groans.
God, his head hurt. Had he been drinking? Had he? Because whenever he drank... Oh no, he didn't.
His eyes snap open. He did.
What else would he be doing in bed with Deidara?
His hair flops around his face as he turns to look to the window. He surmises, from the amount of light filtering through the blinds, it's still morning. Around 7 or 8, unusual for him, most of the time he sleeps until noon on days like this.
Speaking of days like this... he really should get out of bed now. Otherwise he and Deidara will have a fight, and this time there's no silencing each other with kisses. And Sasori had really wanted to have a quiet Saturday, without having to leave the house for hours at a time.
Before he can move, though, Deidara begins to turn. He feels something inside of him fall as the blonde turns to face him. He should make a break for it, but he can't make his legs move. His body just freezes.
He recoils as Deidara puts his arms out, he can already feel the blonde pushing him away, the ground rushing up to meet him. Deidara's fingertips touch his chest, he closes his eyes, just waiting for it...
Deidara's eyes open. His mouth tightens as he pulls back his hands. "Oh. Sasori."
Sasori's eyes open. He frowns. "...Deidara."
Deidara reaches up hesitantly, placing a small kiss on the side of Sasori's mouth. He looks away, and Sasori sees a brilliant blush spread across his face, in pink sparkles like the artist was running out of paint and had to use as little as possible. He smiles. Deidara turns away, settling back in and pulling the sheet tight around him.
"Good morning, Danna, un. Now, go make me some breakfast." He waves the redhead away.
A light smile on his face, Sasori slides out of bed. He shakes his head at himself.
See, Deidara was just stretching, he says to himself.
"I really have to stop being so insecure," he mutters, closing the bedroom door behind him.
"What was that, Danna, un?"
"Nothing, Dei."
"Oh, then, I love you, too."