Theme #11: Lazy Day
Neji relaxed back against the wall, studying the heat waves shimmering off the rocks in the garden. The door was open to catch any crossbreeze that was unfortunate enough to be kicked up in the middle of the day. It was the last fling of an autumn heat wave, Itachi's head was in his lap, and Neji's pale fingers were threading idly through the black strands.
The Uchiha was sprawled across the futon on his belly. On the tray at the edge, two glasses half-full of chilled tea dripped beads of condensation down their sides.
"When it cools down a bit, we can go to the lake for a swim," he said quietly. Itachi mumbled something, and his possessive grip on Neji's leg tightened.
"Yeah, I understand," the Hyuuga said. The gentle sifting through Itachi's hair never ceased.