Author's Note : trying a new style, and another, yet, medical fic. Could be a spin-off (a peak to the future) of Subclinical Manifestation. I'm having my finals atm, so I can't update my other two fics (SM and Chopin's Ballade No. 1), and although I am late by a day, I still need to update something in regard of my fav character's birthday.
I've uploaded this fic in other site, alas, it's still a tribute to Hinata's birthday in this site XD.
I hope you enjoy!
The Creatures of The Night
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The half moon shone dimly over the old building; matching his mood immaculately.
Dark eyes blinked hard for the umpteenth time; bloodshot. Palms with a slight flakes of epidermis met the gloves for the hundredth time. How he had enough of the gloves; they irritated his hands extensively.
His companion gave him the blade for him to execute their purpose for the night.
Sasuke sighed.
He hoped this body could cooperate until he finish.
In the midst of darker than usual corridor, he locked eyes with pale ones—the same bloodshot. He could notice her long lashes extend helplessly over the dark shadow underneath her lower eyelids.
He unconsciously tugged the sleeve of her coat.
"How many more?" he heard him say. It didn't feel like his voice at all.
The woman beside him shut her eyes. Longer than she should have.
For a moment, they stayed like that, in the middle of the deserted corridor. Him tugging the sleeve of her coat, her shutting her eyes. They lavished the quiet short moment of each other presence, despite knowing any second of their absence mattered.
The woman finally shook her head, eyes still closing.
He was about to urge her to answer when they heard a voice in the distance.
"Uchiha-sensei."
Both looked up.
The girl at the far end of the corridor suddenly felt faint under the scrutinizing stare of her superiors.
"Err, I mean, Hinata-sensei, you are needed."
The woman called Hinata nodded. Eyeing the man, she shook her head again. Lips pursed into a thin line.
She paced lightly, leaving him there to stare at the swaying long midnight she called hair.
They met again inside the dark room at last, sharing the dim light of the moon and feeding off each other presence.
"What time is it?" asked Hinata, sitting on a bunk bed at the corner.
Her colleague sat on the opposite corner, staring at her hungrily. Her only presence apparently wasn't enough.
He glanced at his watch. "Three o'clock."
Hinata nodded. "We still have a lot of time until sunrise."
He nodded. "A lot of time."
Hinata knew better. He needed some.. affectionate touch. He looked tired, sure. A touch from her would clearly elevate his vitality to complete the rest of the night callings.
She glanced nervously at the door. "What if—"
"It's locked."
She nodded again, seemingly unconvinced.
She licked her bottom lip nervously and he couldn't wait patiently enough.
"Sa-Sasuke?" called Hinata cautiously as Sasuke strode to her bunk bed.
"Are you s-sure?" she tried again now that he stood tall in front of her.
"Stand," Sasuke demanded, unperturbed.
Biting her lip, Hinata meekly obeyed.
She slowly traced his sides and rested both hands on his broad shoulders. A hand reached further to his cheek.
"Do you need me that bad?" she murmured fondly.
To answer, Sasuke encircled her waist and pulled her closer against him.
Hinata chuckled. "Alright."
She tilted up her head and leaning in, Sasuke helped and leaning in himself. Their lips met slowly, only brushing at first. The spark they knew would come, unexpectedly struck them tremendously, sending nervous signal all over their body. His kisses turned into more demanding, her hands made their way to his dark locks desperately. He pulled her harder against him, she parted her lips to be invaded by him willingly.
His hand creeping lower to the waistband of her pants, tugging—
A knock. "Uchiha-sensei, are you inside?"
Hinata instantly withdrew her hands from his hair and pulled away.
Sasuke escaped a shuddering long breath, jaw clenched painfully. His hand grudgingly left her waistband.
"What?" he snapped at the door.
A nervous answer was heard behind the door. "A-ano, we got a call."
Sighing the second time, he shouted back, "I'll be there in a moment. Now leave."
Hinata caressed his cheek. "Let's go. They need us."
He turned to look at her, his face softened. "Let's go."
Tossing his last gloves of the night to the obnoxious yellow container nearby, Sasuke breathed the fresh air of dawn. At last.
The door closing behind him, masking the eerie sound of machines.
Pocketing a hand, he strode down set of corridors and found her at the building entrance.
"Sasuke?" she called to his approaching figure.
He quickened his pace.
The petite woman glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes before sunrise. They still had time.
Looking at the woman glancing at the clock, he reflexively glanced at his own watch. Thirty minutes before sunrise.
He glared at the woman. Don't you dare.
"Are you done?"
Sasuke froze. He looked around to see if anyone approaching him. No one.
He smirked triumphantly.
"Uchiha-sensei." Someone called.
Both held their breaths.
"Err, Sasuke-sensei, we got a call and they'll be here in ten minutes."
The woman exhaled.
Sasuke wasn't budging.
Despite obviously irritated, that someone reassured him. "You can standby only until your shift ends."
Sasuke sighed and walked passing the informant.
The informant nodded to the woman. "Hinata-sensei."
Hinata smiled.
Pulling his scrub top off his head, Sasuke felt slender arms encircled his bare torso from behind. He felt the steady breaths against his back and relaxed.
One hand holding the garment and the other caressed the arm, he murmured, "You owe me."
His wife chuckled against his back. "I know."
Sasuke turned to face her, gazing at her on the eyes.
"Hinata," he called.
Hinata snuggled to his chest. "Hmm?"
Sasuke sighed. How many times should he sigh?
"Let's just sleep."
The head on his chest snapped up, eyes searching the depth of his own.
Her husband looked awfully tired. She was tired too, but she was determined to loosen him up. That morning wasn't the right time, she concluded.
Smiling, she said. "Let's."
Author's Note : OK, so there is this superstitious belief (?), when you're in shift in the ER (particularly at night, cuz night shift sucks), you just can't say "Ah, the ER is pretty loose tonight" because the hell will break loose and god knows how many patients were coming.
I twisted them up a bit into asking "Are you done?" and.. you know how that went.
Why the title? Surgeons are nocturnals! You gotta admit that ;)
And if you like this kind of fic (medical setting, light read with a lot of fluff, some drama, and more impending drama), give my other fic a try!
Subclinical Manifestation is the closest to my heart, writing this fic is so fun and so easy and kinda therapeutic to me, lol. So, if you happen to read and like it, I'll really appreciate it if you would be so kind enough to give a feedback or two.
At last, thank you for coming by and reading this fic!