Just a kind of lazy drabble on romance, because it was a nice day out.
Just Something by Redex
Shikamaru would love this day, she thought to herself, rushing through the dunes of The Sand with her brothers, heading towards the forest on the horizon. He will be lying down in the grass, staring at the sky with a vacant expression on his face, and watch the clouds float by on this wonderful breeze. And think of her, maybe, hopefully, probably. He'd better.
She regretted creating more corpses on a day like this, where the forest seemed greener and the sky bluer.
But the wind had whispered to her of an enemy on the horizon, and she dutifully scattered her brothers and started in on the mission.
She marveled at the reflected blue of the stream where they paused to wash off before going home.
Kankuro teases her for being so spacey and who is she thinking about? So she thwacks him with her closed fan. Got to maintain order.
When Gaara says, Let's go for a visit to the Leaf, she is startled. She had just been thinking about that, but as far as she knows, her brother is not capable of reading minds.
She agrees and Kankuro is overruled, being the practical one, wanting to go back to leadership duties.
So she finds him, lying with abandon on the hill she always found him on, ignoring her until she blocks his sun accidentally-on-purpose. He invites her to lie with him; she jokes at the hidden meanings and lets him crawl on top of her with a lazy smile.
She ignores her brother until he 'ahem's rather loudly.
Time passed pleasently.
Yes, she glowers at him over Shikamaru's shoulder, who is doing a very good job of ignoring as well.
Gaara wants to stay for a day or two. Naruto, you know... You'll stay with this one, then?
What do you think, she says scathingly as Shikamaru's teeth do a rather nice little thing with her neck.
He rolls his eyes and waves and leaves again, a black mark against the green and blue. She gives herself over again to the sensations and the beautiful breeze running through the trees, and the warm air...
Glad you came, he says, a bit of a question and a bit of a statement.
Mmhmm, she replies to both, getting his vest off and sliding her hands under his shirt.
She'd never admit to how much she missed him when they weren't together, but she figured he knew.
After all, three times in one night, and then another two times the next day seemed like something that loving couples who missed each other did.
Yeah, I didn't use quotation marks on purpose. It works when it's an introverted piece like at the start, but the end fucked it up. Ah well. Expirementation. Review me.