Hello, readers! Yes, I see you! I want to keep this at a T rating, so M chapters will now be posted in a companion story Hearts After Dark - the first chapter is now up on my page! It's a follow on from this one, so if you like, go check it out!
Enjoy!
Cigarettes
She doesn't even realise she is home until she bumps in to her husband on the front doorstep. He is smoking.
He grabs her before she falls, raising an eyebrow with his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. They stay like that for a moment, both shocked at the sudden contact. A thousand thoughts are rushing through her mind. She can only focus on one; a cigarette.
I haven't smoked since the war, she thinks. Watching the soft white whips curl upward and dissipate in to the chill air. She takes it from his mouth; ice cold fingers brush against his cheek. He pulls her against him with a sudden whirlwind of force, causing his cloak to partially wrap itself around her.
"You're freezing! How long have you been out in this weather?" He looks down at her, she spots a look in his eyes that she doesn't quite expect... worry.
She tuts and rolls her eyes, placing her head against his chest as if she is familiar with him as she is with Naruto or Sasuke. She looks at the burning stick in her hand, pondering the glow of the embers, and takes a puff.
He emits a small humph and rolls his eyes too, reaching in to his pocket for another cigarette and his stand on the doorstop of their marital home for a small while; smoking and holding each other as if they're marriage was more than politics and signed papers. As if they were lovers.
Neither knows that the other finds themselves with the same fleeting thought; what if we were.