This is a short one, and I apologise. Sasori is massively out of character too, for which I am sorry. This entire fic is based off the song "fingerprints and photographs" by Kevin Devine. I've wanted to write something for it for a while, as it's one of my favourite songs ever. It's very beautiful and I recommend listening to it while you read this (but you don't have to). Also thought I'd change things up a little, and wrote in first person. Anyway, I hope someone likes this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the characters Deidara and Sasori, Nor do I own the song Fingerprints and Photographs.
Chapter One: I'm Looking At You Through A Wine Glass
I set down the pencil and leant back in my chair sighing. The clock read two thirty. Had it really gotten to that time already? I really must have been absorbed in my work. Deciding I'd like another glass of wine before I went to sleep, I stood and made my way to our kitchen.
There was half a bottle of chardonnay left. The golden liquid swirled pleasantly around the sides of my glass as I helped myself to a liberal volume of the alcohol. I made my way back to the bedroom, lifting my now full glass to my lips. There was a reflection across its curved surface that caught my eye. The distorted image of the bed disappeared as I lowered the glass and smiled slightly at the sight before me.
He'd left a candle burning, and the dying flame was flickering away. The light across his face danced and jumped around his distinctive features. Burgundy sheets of satin barely covered his slender form, collecting in delicate ripples around his waist. Soft saffron hair splayed around him and across his torso in a beautiful contrast to the dark bedding. The blonde turned slightly in his sleep. It revealed the familiar tattoo on his chest. I noticed something was clutched in his hand.
Stripping myself of my shirt, I made my way to the bed and perched next to him. Photographs, I observed, were the objects in my lover's hands. I gently pried them from his light grasp and began to glance through them. I could remember these times, despite them being so long ago.
The first was from the night we had met. I recall being so drunk that night I could barely remember his face, let alone his name. All that stuck with me was the confident smile, and luscious gold hair. The second was almost as old, a picture from one of our first dates. There was a fingerprint smudged across the corner of the paper. It looked suspiciously like the clay he favoured. The last one was more recent. Some else had taken this. The pair of us dancing together in the snow. That was just a few days ago. I'd been reluctant to dance, as usual, but he had this odd way of getting me to join him in such activities.
Looking to our windows I could see the snow was falling once again, each delicate flake collecting around the panes of glass. Somehow at this late hour, the photographs and the snow seemed more poignant. I smoothed out the photographs and placed them on the bedside table. Finally I blew out the struggling candle and felt a shift behind me. He must have been woken by my movements.
Seconds later a pair of long slim arms made their way around my waist, pulling me close. He nuzzled his warm face into the back of my neck, giving my body a gentle squeeze.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. Taking his hands in mine I stood once more, pulling him with me. I turned around, and pressed my lips to his shyly.
"Deidara, dance with me?" I requested timidly. I pressed my head to his chest rather than watch that cocky smile of his spread about his face.
"Of course Sasori," came his reply, "anything you ask, yeah."