I DON'T OWN NARUTO
This will be a series of one-shots of days between my OTP, Sasuke and Sakura. Inspired by Maroon 5's "Sunday Morning". This is called Realism, meaning there really won't be any plot, just daily lives between my two favorite characters.
Just letting some of the creative juices flow while I have about 30 minutes of down time. And then I will have to throw myself into my work again until I die…. Stupid school.
..::Rain Is Fallin'::..
There is a nip in the air. The wind is unusually lazy for a Konoha summer storm. Rain falls gently and steadily from the skies in the early morning. The clouds too are affected by the day of rest, rumbling quietly in their banter.
It is early morning, in the distance the sun is rising, casting morning colors on the clouds from beyond their shadow. What can be seen of the sky is a pastel blue, filled with wisps of cloud, with the rain clouds outlined in pale gold. A couple rays of sunshine filter through, casting beams of light to mottle the ground is a few spots.
Shhhhhhhh…. The world whispers. It is a morning of peace, to relax and enjoy the life that pulses easily through all things. Konoha is beautiful in the unusual stillness. The flowers are blooming gradually in the garden, the smell of moist vegetation and flowers in the air, the smell of a living earth. The wind picks up again, making her shiver, but then dies once more as if it is too much effort for such a morning as this.
"You shouldn't be out here. It's too cold."
His voice is chocolate, dark blue velvet, a sweet melody flowing from a jazzy piano. There is an edge to it, husky with the morning.
She feels him place a soft, fuzzy blanket on her shoulders, wrapping the blanket and his arms around her body. The scent of him wafts from the crème colored fabric that matches their bedroom set. The muscles of his arms are relaxed, and she feels his chin rest on her right shoulder, burying his nose in her neck, his raven hair tangling with hers, and he yawns.
A smile finds its way to her face as she leans into him, feeling the contours of his muscled chest through the blanket. In her hands she hold her morning tea, and on the side table there is a plate of half eaten toast and fruit, a chair sits next to it, previously occupied. She had decided to lean against the porch railing after satisfying her hunger in the early hours before her husband awoke.
As if sensing her mind wandering, said man lets out a low groan, his morning rumble matching the clouds above. It is a rare day that her man lets his guard down and relaxes as he is this morning. He inhales her scent from her pink strands before placing a sweet greeting on her cheek.
"Good morning to you too, sleepyhead." She teases him.
He grunts. She chuckles, knowing his usually quiet self is even more socially stunted without morning coffee.
"Coffee will be done soon." Sakura assures him.
He nuzzles her neck again. "Hm, good."
His hands drift to her hips and turn her in the direction of the back door, which led into the kitchen. He guides her wordlessly through the door. Holding her hand, he helps her lower herself into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He refills her tea mug with hot water and a new tea bag, setting it before her, and then leaving to make his own cup of coffee and a plate of toast.
After the first sip of coffee, the handsome man seems to come alive.
"What were you doing outside this morning?" He murmurs. There is something she can't place about his voice that tells her he is moody today.
She shrugs. "The rain always looks pretty with the sunshine in the background. And the morning smells clean after the storm. It's… peace." She smiles gently at him.
He stares at her for a long minute before standing up to put the empty plate in the sink, dusting the crumbs off his sweatpants.
"Peace huh?" he murmurs as he walks back to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to embrace her.
"There isn't enough in this world." She says softly.
He draws back to kiss her lips, sweetly, lovingly, with an aftertaste of coffee. "The peace you bring is enough for me." A man such as him did not deserve a woman so perfect, the only woman whose harmony stilled the rage and violence of a warrior. She was his heaven.
"Yours is enough." He repeats, his hand drifting to her slightly round stomach, caressing the womb and the precious soul within it. A warmth filled his heart at the thought, a happiness that he had once thought had been killed by sword and blood and battle.
Her smile matches his as she lays her hand on top of his own. "I love you, Sasuke." The words burst form her lips without any conscious thought, and they are true, and they are right, and they are the most perfect and holy words to ever grace the world.
His arms wrap around her torso and pull her flush against him, gently pressing her warm tummy against his, a heartbeat shared between them. "Sakura…" he sighs, content with the world for the first time since he can remember.
"I love you more."