So here's the deal. My poor sorry ass is late to this party, but I'm joining it nonetheless. There's just a very low (imo anyway) quantity of shikasaku fanfic in this world and I've decided to give this fandom my two cents. I'm turning the internet upside down looking for fanfics and fanart. The last time I've done it was back when I started shipping TP Zelink, so yeah, it's been a very long while.
This is a collection of drabbles and oneshot of varying lenghts and themes and ratings so buckle up. Will be updated randomly. Eeennnnjoy!
i: sleep
When she returns from a graveyard shift and kicks her shoes away by the front door, dragging her feet across de floor, hand on her face to stifle a yawn, Sakura wants nothing more than to just hop in bed with work clothes and all and sleep the day away. She drops her bag on the couch on her way to the hallway, struggles to take off her lab coat that needs washing and leaves it lying haphazardly on the ground in her wake.
Silently twisting the doorknob and pushing the door to the bedroom open, she closes it with a soft click and takes a moment to look at him lying in bed, face buried between two pillows as the rising sun casts light on his features. His brown hair sticks to odd directions and angles, his hand is fisted around the bedsheets that cover up to his lower back, gracing her with a vision of his bare torso and strong arms. Smiling, she pushes away from the door, fingers working on the fly of her pants and tugging at her shirt. She leaves her clothes draped over the back of a chair, and picks up a sweater that lies in a heap on top of her vanity.
It reaches past her mid-thighs, conceals her hands completely from sight, still smells like him, and she racks nimble fingers through her pale pink hair as she walks to the window, pulling the curtains closed. She notices that the muscles of his face relax, the line of stress between his eyebrows disappear and he sighs against the cotton of the white pillowcase. Sakura gets in bed, slips under the covers and brushes locks of hair away from his face, placing a kiss on his forehead before lowering herself down to the mattress.
Instinctively, his arm falls around her waist, pulls her closer, his palm is hot on her back and his nose nuzzles the crown of her head as her own presses against the column of his neck. He greets her sleepily, lazily, not fully awake, but aware of her presence only enough to acknowledge her, and together they fall asleep.
He comes home from a short mission at the crack of dawn, covered in grime, sweat and dried blood, very tempted to just fall in bed the way he is, but he would rather not mess her sheets and have to deal with a very enraged, very troublesome girlfriend later. Besides, it is that kind of night, and he would like very much to sleep on a bed with her than sleeping on the ground or couch, so he makes a bee-line to the bathroom, passing by the open door of the bedroom, and leaves the dirtied clothes in a pile on the corner of the tiled floor.
The shower he takes does not leave him sparkling clean, but it does get rid of all the dirt that cakes his skin and hair, and he watches the last of the brown water swirl down the drain as he dries himself with a soft towel. He goes, naked and all, to the bedroom and pulls open a drawer, taking out a pair of dark boxers and slipping them on, feeling the cool breeze brush across his exposed skin and play with the curtains of the open window.
Shikamaru turns to the bed. In nights like this when it is warm, his girlfriend sleeps in only a thin shirt and her panties, and he is glad to see that she is dressed in only that as he had predicted. The shirt has ridden up to her ribs, leaving her stomach uncovered for him to see, and he wastes no time to claim the space next to hers.
The scene tempts him to do more than just sleeping – literally – with her, but he knows she needs to be well rested for another shift in the hospital in a few hours. Still, it does not stop his hand from squeezing the side of her hips and travelling up her waist, where his fingers grasp a little more firmly as he dips his head down to kiss her nose. She sighs, eyelashes fluttering, and her arms come up to his neck, wrapping around it and pulling his face to her chest.
Her chin rests on top of his head and his arms wrap around her midsection, he breathes in the sweet scent of her body lotion and allows the sound of her steady breathing to lull him to sleep.
In hotter days, it is nearly impossible to sleep together. They kick away the thin sheets and turn on the fan, later to be replaced by a very much needed and welcomed A/C, and toss and turn until they managed to fall unconscious. Cuddling is never an option and if one tries, the other will be very vocal and physical about it, resorting to annoyed voices, glares and hands pushing away.
Summer is by far the worst season to sleep. It is restless and Shikamaru has woken up once or twice to find Sakura lying on top of his back, completely dead to the world, sweaty hairline touching his shoulder and tickling his skin, the heat of her body burning him alive. Sheets and pillows are left stained with sweat, and no matter how thin they are, they are still as much of a hindrance as one of her thicker winter comforters.
Still, when asleep, they find ways to stay in touch, even it is just keeping their fingers laced together. And when they awake, they take a shower, usually together to make up for the lack of contact the night before, which leads to a lot more activities than planned.
During winter, under heavy layers of wool and cotton, they snuggle together, trying to keep every inch of their bodies pressed against the other in an attempt to keep warm. His favorite position is having her back pressed to his chest. It gives him lots of space to touch and gives his lips the freedom to roam over the nape of her neck and her shoulder when her shirt slips down. It also protects his back from her cold fingers and occasionally her feet, which she loves to press against his spine when he is being particularly stubborn.
Sakura likes playing with the band around his finger, running her fingertips across the back of his hand, tugging his palm up to place a kiss on it when she awakes. She cranes her face towards him sleepily, eyes open to show only a sliver of her green irises, and smiles when he complies and brushes his lips across her own. She turns her body to him, throws a leg around his hips and kisses his chin, fingers getting lost in his hair, and he returns in kind, playing with her pink tresses, squeezing her waist, letting his hand wander to her stomach and keeping his palm on it for long moments.
She notices his pinched eyebrows and smiles knowingly. "They're still sleeping."
He hums, affectionately rubbing his hand over her growing belly, and allows his frown to fade away to nothingness.