Disclaimer: I have some sad news: Kankuro and Tenten are not mine.
Author's Note: Wheee, more crack couple goodness. I hope this one makes up for my last KankuTen attempt, which I think turned out pretty crappy. Just a drabble. I was working on third person thought/memories and descriptions. Anywho, enjoy this one and please rewiew. Thankies.
Kankuro awoke to total darkness. He was lying on his side, blankets surrounding him like a protective shell. His muscular arms were wrapped around a petite figure lying in front of him. He could hear her steady breathing. She was still asleep. He pressed his chest against her bare back, closing his eyes.
It was in this room that he felt the most exposed. Devoid of his clothes and makeup, he was vulnerable. The masquerade that he put on to the outside world no longer mattered in this room. Here, he was free. He was a bird, and the door to the birdcage was ajar. He could fly and show the true color of his feathers. He would bare his soul here and not fear rejection or loathing by anyone.
It wasn't the actual room that unchained his soul. It was simple; a queen-sized bed with crimson sheets and white pillows, a large window that was covered with white curtains, a built in closet on the far wall. But he could live in a jail cell and remain indifferent. No, it was not the appearance of the room.
The reason for his carefree existance in this room was the person he shared it with. Before he discovered the beauty that was her love, he didn't even believe he had a soul. He had been stranded in a world of darkness and chaos, and she had become his guiding light. She was his whole world, his reason to think twice before provoking an unneccesary fight. He loved her from the depths of the heart he never thought he posessed. The woman in his arms was what had changed him.
Snuggling closer to her, he took in her enchanting scent. She smelled of honey and roses, but his nose also detected the harsh fragrance of himself coming off her person. Beneath her delicate aroma, the faint odor of cactus flowers and musk lingered. She was his in every way possible, and that made him the happiest he had ever been in his whole life.
She was his wife of seven years, his lover, and the mother of his children. His hand made its way down from her shoulder to her stomach, which was swollen with their third child. His fingertips lazily traced the outside of her belly button as he pressed his face into her unbound dark brunette hair. The locks of her hair his face was buried in were perfect silky ringlets. He sighed in contentment, his breath softly expelled onto her neck.
Feeling her stir against his arm, a smile played on his lips. He waited patiently for her to speak as he stopped the movement of his fingers and softly pressed his palm against her stomach.
Shifting slowly, she rolled onto her back so she could look up at him. His hand still sat on her belly, caressing her soft velvety skin with the rough heel of his palm. Her chocolate eyes were clouded with sleep as she spoke quietly. Her voice was the most exquisite of all melodies to him. "Good morning, Kankuro."
He smiled down at her, his dark brown eyes permeated with eternal affection. "Indeed, my Tenten." He whispered.