A/N: HOLY SHIT ON A STICK! AN UPDATE! Since this story has spanned at least 2 years time, if not more, you will notice a change in my writing style, but the story is still the same. The plot bunny hit me head-on in the nuts the other day so be proud I didn't die. Damned bugger…
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"Dei…" Sasori's voice came again. The blonde wouldn't look at him. He felt a finger hook itself under his chin and turn his face. Staring into the deep red eyes of his lover, his lip trembled.
"Dei, tell me, please." Sasori pleaded in that quiet tone he used when he was upset.
Deidara sniffled.
"It's just… I forgive you so easily… a-and it scares me… I mean… what if you did something really bad… would I just f-forgive you? I don't know what to think anymore, danna…" He started crying again.
A pained look crossed Sasori's face when he realized why Deidara was thinking like this.
It wasn't the first time he had cheated on Deidara; unintentionally of course. He could never hurt the artist on purpose. Sometimes his… habits… got the best of him and all sense of judgment went out the window. He hated that about himself and he feared that there was little he could do about it.
Turning his attention back to the blonde beneath him, he wiped Deidara's tears away with his thumb. Shifting so he could hold him in his lap, Sasori held Deidara tight to his chest.
"Tell me, Deidara," a sniffle. "Why do you feel like you always forgive me? I'm sure I don't deserve it. Can you tell me that?" Sasori said with quiet urgency.
Deidara sniffled again and shrugged.
"Because I love you danna."
He squeaked when his chin was gripped tightly; not so tight that it hurt, but it was uncomfortable. He came in contact with blazing red eyes.
"That's why I would never leave you. I love you more than you could ever imagine. Don't you dare think otherwise." Sasori's harsh voice made Deidara's eyes widen, but he nodded.
"I've made mistakes before; some of them were unforgivable in my opinion. But you forgave me anyways. I don't understand why but I'm glad you do. If I had to have one reason to stay in this world and not end my life here and now, it would be you. You keep me anchored to reality, Dei."
The puppeteer stared into the dark blue eyes of his lover and offered a small smile.
"I wouldn't trade you for anything; not even for my old body and soul." He kissed Deidara's nose, making the blonde smile softly. He pulled him into a giant hug, placing little kisses all over his neck and cheeks. A sigh of contentment came from the artist.
"Danna?"
"Hmm…"
"I wouldn't trade you for anything either." Sasori smiled wider and held Deidara tighter to his chest.
"I'm glad. Know what you need Dei?" He felt Deidara shake his head.
"We need to go out and do something. I owe it to you." He smiled when Deidara pouted a little.
"Why can't we just continue from where we left off before my mental breakdown?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively. Sasori chuckled and kissed his forehead.
"You wanna?"
A little purr was all the response he got. He smiled and nuzzled the blonde.
"Maybe later, dear heart. Right now, we just need to be calm. Especially you." Deidara frowned slightly but snuggled closer to the puppeteer. He closed his eyes and imagined he could hear Sasori's heart and feel his warmth. He smiled small, and a sigh of contentment escaped his lips. Sasori tightened his grip on his love.
"Dei?" He said softly. The blonde tucked under his chin shifted and looked up at him.
"Where would you like to go?" The artist thought carefully before breaking out into a smile.
"The museum. I hear they have an awesome new pottery section."
Sasori smiled and kissed his forehead again.
"Anything you want, love."
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A/N: Ehh, kinda short, but HEY I UPDATED! –does victory dance- So anyway review. Do it… do it now… NOW!