Prompt: #3 (Inflatable Snow Globes)
Genre: Shameless fluff
Rated: K+ for snuggling
Warnings: Two boys doing romantic stuff.
Word Count: 384
Disclaimer: I profit not. If I profited, I wouldn't be stuck going to a community college, would I? Seriously, it's probably better that I don't own the series. (cough)
"I hate those things," Shikamaru mumbles, squirming away from the window through which he sees the offending objects. Neji doesn't mind; they are pretty creepy, he thinks, and since the boys are sitting next to each other and Shikamaru has the window seat, in order to get further from the disgustingly tacky holiday decorations, he has no choice but to nuzzle into Neji's side. In fact, Neji notes smugly, Shikamaru does so quite willingly, with a darling pout and a little 'hn', his hands wrapping around Neji's bicep to draw himself closer (well, further from the window, really, but Neji is in love, and so allows himself to ever-so-slightly skew his perception).
He laughs indulgently and lets his arm slide around Shikamaru's shoulders. "They are pretty frightening," he agrees, his heart thudding with carefully-disguised excitement at the physical contact. He isn't looking outside the bus at the bloated, lit-up plastic monstrosities that he's talking about, or the still-snowless yards that house them; his gaze is on the boy curled against his side, clutching his arm for dear life. The small strand of hair that has sprung free from the messy, thick ponytail is particularly distracting, so Neji reaches up to tuck it back behind Shikamaru's ear, little shocks coursing from his fingertips through his whole arm at the feel of slightly coarse hair against his hand.
Shikamaru makes a small, happy noise and shifts, and something in Neji squirms happily as the other boy's movement brings them closer. Shikamaru lays his head on Neji's shoulder then, and his fingers play restlessly with Neji's sleeve. Neji just about has a heart attack; even now, he still can't get over the little things that make Shikamaru who he is, the little quirks and ticks that he doesn't show anyone else.
"Let me know when we've passed most of them," he yawns, and his hand slips down to twine with Neji's. "I'm gonna take a nap."
As Shikamaru curls up into a more comfortable position on the seat, lazy and sleepy and loose (except for the tight grip he has on Neji's fingers), Neji can't help but be struck with wonder, again, at the simple fact that Shikamaru Nara chose him.
He smiles, warmth spreading through him from a spot near his belly, and draws Shikamaru close.
A/N: Here I am again, guys. Let's see if I can actually finish something this time, eh? –sweatdrop- Well, I'm hoping that won't be a problem this time, as I'm between classes and have nothing to do except write myself silly. xD
The concept behind this series is twenty winter/holiday-themed AU drabbles about Neji and Shikamaru, or, specifically, about NejiShikamaru. They'll vary in rating, genre, and length, and this will be updated as I complete each drabble. That means 1) unbeta'd except for a quick once-over by my sister, and 2) most likely several updates a day. I want to get all twenty of these babies out by New Year's. 8D I am going to die….but sacrifices must be made for the writing.