Lazy Love
By: Yami no Ichigo
ShinoxShikamaru, Pg-13
A quickie for Sammi, again.
It's a lazy kind of love, with the two of them. It's Shikamaru watching the clouds roll by with Shino's gentle fingers kneading out the knots in his shoulders, brushing kisses over his skin and tugging at the mesh top he wore, not taking it off, but caressing the skin that peeked in the spaces between. It's the smell of a hot summer afternoon, the dust that rose from the dry ground and the heat that bore down on them, warm air singing lullabies in their ears.
It's a strange kind of love that comes from having green tea and mochi over a game of shougi, with the sun in the horizon, just about to burn out. It's Shikamaru with his eyes closed, concentrating taking his time, Shino watching him from over his dark glasses, thrilled at the thought of being near him.
It's the silence after they had sex, Shino's hands wandering, Shikamaru pretending to be asleep, sneaking a hand behind him to toss Shino's glasses underneath the bed; it'd be too troublesome to have him put them back on, really.
It's Shikamaru with his hair down, during a long bath, the water murky with soap and bubbles, Shino's legs around him, his back to his chest, hands lazily caressing.
It's Shino saying I love you, quietly, softly, in the lazy light of night, his hands holding him close, so close, before they went to sleep at night.