DAY 6: Gluttony
Desert Island Modern AU
Summary: They weren't an ideal couple in the first place with no natural chemistry to boot. Adding to Sasuke and Hinata's marital troubles were Naruto's hijacked yacht on a stormy trip to the Bahamas and getting washed ashore on an uninhabited island.
Characters: Sasuke, Hinata, Naruto, Sakura, Morio
Warnings: Angst, Survival AU, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut
(Huge thanks to my beta readers Gurukant, El Reino and luna marie nott!)
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Stranded With the Bone of His Bones
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PROLOGUE
The coast was peaceful. The taciturn humming from the woods tucking itself to sleep betrayed the disruption happening at dusk.
She reached out for his pointer finger and gently squeezed it.
"You should stop now…"
He slowly rose from where he knelt on the sand, her leg already bruised from where he tried to suck the venom out. Her skin was feverish, her face seeming sheen and swollen red from the heat trapped within, her eyes glazed with her vulnerabilities. She won't make it by morning; no antidote, no doctors, no hospitals, no help for them on this island. Sasuke gulped, the taste of her blood latching at the tiniest crevice in his nostrils and down his throat.
"Hey… Sasuke kun…" He didn't respond so she repeated weakly, "Sasuke kun… I have a last request," she said.
Sasuke found himself mum with no words of comfort off the top of his head. What an unlucky girl, he thought, to have married someone like him and to die here of all places, stuck with him of all people.
"What is it…?"
Truly, how unfortunate she was, to have to rely on him for her dying wish. Nothing between them could substantially ascribe to the sacredness of the child-like trust with which she held his finger.
"Can you…" She paused, her breath trembling as it passed her mouth. "Make love to me?… Have sex like in erotic romance novels, like you're in love with me?"
Slowly, as he held her gaze teary from rising internal temperature, he caressed her face, tracing a line from the bone of her brow to the steaming swell of her cheek, tucking a damp lock of hair behind her ear, admiring her as if she were rare china.
Pretty eyes, pretty lips. All her prettiness in their short marriage which he couldn't savor. Sasuke withdrew his hand. His head fell as though he wilted, raven fringes draping his sullen eyes, shoulders slumped against his knees as he sat crossed-legged. It was the most miserable he had looked in years. He met his young wife's gaze once again, his brows furrowed in confusion, caught between not knowing what to think and why this mattered to him more than he initially thought.
"You don't just make requests like this out of nowhere, Hinata. It's unfair. That's not how you do it," he said. "You really are cold-hearted and a villain to the bone."
It was too late.