Notes: So, angst and extreme fluff are my next goals. Hmm.. So, how much exactly is 'extreme' fluff? Like, gagging on sugar-type fluff, where Sasuke makes googly-eyes and Naruto's uber-uke? Hah…I kinda like that expression. Anyway! Yes! You can request anything you'd like to see me try, and no, it doesn't have to deal with the "welcome home" theme directly. These have become just random stories that pop into my head and don't necessarily concern themselves with them. Thank you for reading and listening to me make my silly author comments. Here we go!
He pushed the door open, listening for movement within the sleeping house as he slipped inside and shut it again behind him. He clicked the lock into place, feeling the other presence emanating from the bedroom. He was asleep. Being very careful, he toed his shoes off, untied the white leg and arm guards from the respective limbs, and leaned them and his black-hilted sword against the foyer wall. Then he passed through the living room and into the hall, tip-toeing past the open bedroom door and down to the bathroom where a change of clothes lay waiting for him on the counter top. He smiled gently and rid himself of the filthy Anbu costume, turned on the water, then stepped into the shower. As he ran his fingers back through his hair, cleansing it of blood and sweat and dirt, he saw something move in the corner of his vision.
"You didn't wake me up."
"I'm sorry I wasn't quiet enough," he smiled softly to himself. The shower curtain was pulled back and his lover joined him under the cascading water. Half-dry arms encircled his slick waist, tugging him back, into the other man's body. He fell wordlessly into the arms that waited for him.
"How did it go?"
"Same as always."
"Were you hurt?"
"I'm fine. I promised, remember?" He turned in the embrace, coming face to face with his companion. His own arms slid up around his shoulders, holding them close beneath the hot rain. "Did you miss me?"
In response, lips were pressed gently to his and he sighed in contentment, holding his lover tighter. A small, pleading tongue lapped against his mouth and he parted his lips compliantly, welcoming the familiar slick caress that made him shiver each time it ran across the curve of his mouth. Wet hands slipped clumsily between their bodies and ghosted across flesh long-missed by one another, breathless moans escalating to cries of names under the pounding water as they quickly lost themselves to time and lust. The kiss continued to engulf them both, the need for one mirrored in the other; he growled pleasantly as the other man finally started to succumb to him.
"Mm..?" his eyes were hazy and unfocused.
"Come on, I'm not having you fall in the shower."
"Don't… please don't stop," the blush overrode cheeks already tinged red with longing. "I missed you so much…"
"Oh, I won't stop," he turned off the now-cold water. "I've just started, actually…"
They lay together in the bed they shared for the first time in a long time. His lover was trying not to fall asleep against him. He stroked the slightly-damp hair that tickled his chest and smiled at nothing in particular: It's good to be--
"Hey…"
He blinked and looked down at the sleepy face. "Yeah?"
"Welcome home."
--home. He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms tightly around the other man's shoulders, breathing in his scent, suddenly on the verge of both laughter and tears. He kissed his neck, kissed his cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, kissed his eyes, kissed his lips and held his companion tight.
"Thank you."