Chapter 14
Jasmine Honey
"Itachi?"
He was quiet in his movements though not completely in control. White runners patted softly on his carpet, leaving dirt for the future. He tumbled onto the pulled out sofa, not questioning its readiness nor the lump seated on it. Reeking of strong alcohol and residual smoke he pulled the blanket over his head shivering slightly as he came in contact with skin.
The soft, supple nature of it was a welcoming escape from the roughness of the bar. He nuzzled his nose into the fabric of her back. Arm wrapping protectively over the lump that was Hinata. He breathed in her smell, once, twice, the soothing smell of something sweet yet calming, jasmine honey, maybe, tickled his nose pulling him to sleep.
A loud squeal fashioned as an untimely alarm when his head landed close to her nether regions. He clutched his head in annoyance, a strained gruff before rolling over, with a pillow over his head.
Finally able to still her confused heart, Hinata went to the kitchen to grab a towel and some water. Endless nights she had done this with Gaara. And she found herself wondering how he was yet again. Placing the damp cloth and water on the floor, she shook the sleeping Uchiha and wiggled his head into her lap. The smell of alcohol weirdly nostalgic of her last two years. Lifting his head, she aided him to gulp some water, slipping in a little pill to help ease his morning placing the towel on his head, she raked her fingers softly through his locs.