Short Note: Well I'm sad to say this is the last drabble I have written. I have a short orientation tomorrow and then classes start up again Friday. I hope you enjoy this one (I'd say it is one of my favorites) and give me lots of feedback!
I think I'm going to leave this story open, in case the muse strikes.
Stranger Than Fiction
By Socially Suicidal
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Drabble # 9
She wasn't trying to disturb him, in fact, it was curiosity that had finally convinced Sakura to rise from bed and approach the pale silhouette of the man on her small balcony. After tugging the sheet rather crudely from the bed they had shared and wrapping it securely around her, the pink haired doctor was carefully padding across the room, trying in vain to silence her movements as to not alert the redhead man of her state of consciousness.
It was a rare occurrence, indeed, for Sakura to be blessed enough to witness Gaara in such a relaxed state of serenity.
The moon provided just enough light for her to make out the blank expression on his stony face. She could just make out his profile as he inhaled yet another drag from what she had deemed his cancer sticks, his bare shoulders slouched slightly as he leaned forward on the railing. A particularly cold, spring breeze passed them by and Sakura could only help but wonder how his exposed chest could stand the brisk air.
Sakura felt her lips involuntary purse as her eyes traveled down his half-naked form, noting the navy sweatpants that hung low on him were the only garment obstructing her view of his skin.
She failed to notice when he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. His gravelly voice startled her before he took another, rather long, drag from his cigarette, "Staring is rude." The doctor glanced abashedly away from him and toward the quiet city he had been staring at, embarrassed at being caught in one of her less dignified moments.
"You're wearing my sweatpants, you know," Sakura murmured indignantly as she moved from the doorway to stand at his side, now offering a short glance up at his face.
Gaara leaned his head back, cloudy sea foam eyes seemingly focused on the moon, causing some of his spikey stresses to grant her vision of the multiple piercings decorating his ear, and slowly exhaled the deep grey smoke into the night. She swallowed thickly, eyes falling across the strong line of his pale, unmarred neck.
His head fell forward and he turned to her with his usual intense, enigmatic stare that revealed nothing. She thought she would be used to it by now, but the shivers that wracked her frame could hardly be attributed to the cold night air. Regardless, Sakura pulled the sheet tighter around her form. It was a moment before he spoke, "Would you prefer I wore nothing?"
Blush returning with a vengeance, Sakura avoided his gaze and stared out at the infinite sky again, as if her face wasn't producing enough heat to warm them both and then some, "I didn't say that."
The redhead snorted arrogantly, though offered no retort.