Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto or the characters, plots or settings therein. I just borrow them sometimes.
Author's Note: I wrote this in response to a Kakashi RP partner, OneofUnbendingWill, submitting the theme:Nonsexual acts of Intimacy Meme: sharing a bed. It turned into this. ENJOY!
The Shift
It was something that had happened at least a thousand times before. Through all the missions of Team 7 -and later on as Team Kakashi- it was safer to stay all together. There was no one she trusted more when she was in such a vulnerable state. During those later years, with the wars and the emotional rollercoasters, she was proud to be able to really call Kakashi a friend. Their quips and banter always managed to make her laugh even on her worst days. As such, it had happened several times; mostly when they had collapsed after intense training sessions sprawled out diagonally with heads at opposite ends just talking – well, mostly she talked and he just listened. Even after the disbanding of Team Kakashi once Kakashi had become Hokage, they'd end up like that. Gradually, something shifted.
They'd be on their sides with heads propped up on an up-turned palm, both talking animatedly. Then they weren't laying oppositely, but face-to-face. Then their legs would rest nearer and nearer until they were tangled together giving teasing pokes or kicks.
When she found out that her parents had been caught up in a typhoon during their anniversary trip to the Land of Waves, Kakashi had pulled her across the small distance between them and held her tucked against his side as she cried through the night. He had come back that next night when she had called in for time off at the hospital (she had never called in or taken time off). When she had clutched his shirt that morning in a silent plea, he had arranged for Naruto to play substitute unless there was an emergency (Kakashi had never done such a thing, even when injured if he could help it.)
As Sakura healed, she found that the thought of him not being there to throw her arm and a leg over as she fell asleep or not having his nose burrowed into her hair when she woke was a thought she couldn't bare. Her heart broke when he had disappeared when she finally asked him not to leave –ever. She had curled up in her bed, cringing at how empty it felt.
When his voice cut through, steady and warm, as he asked where he was going to be able to put his books "because they and him were a package deal and she'd have to accept that", she had opened her arms with a smile. Once he had slid in bedside her and tucked her head back into its place under his chin, both realized that this time was different. Because though it had happened at least a thousand times before, this time it meant something different. This time it meant home.
And done!
I hope you liked this one! I thought it was too cute not to share! :3
