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endless_scrolls) wrote2008-12-19 10:15 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2008-12-19 10:15 pm
Midnight Whispers
Title: Midnight Whispers
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 056. No Regrets [Word count: 345]
Character(s): OC: Sarutobi Mei, Shirou
Pairing(s): Shirou/Mei
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history; implications of sexual situations
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficlets100.
Dedicated to: -squees- Mei, Shirou, and his adorable, adorable dimples. o^^o
A soft click of the door and they were thrown into perpetual darkness, forced to shuffle -- stumble -- through it towards the bed with some amount of effort to keep quiet and unnoticed. Because in a house full of shinobi, it was hard not to alert them to what was happening under the roof of the shop. And the last thing that Mei and Shirou wanted was for either Minato or Kushina especially to hear their activities. Especially now when Shirou's body seemed so warm and inviting. When his lips were so enticingly pressed against her own.
A mere whisper of clothing. A rustle of their burdens being unloaded along the way, and Mei was falling onto the mattress with a soft thud. She gave a gentle sigh as Shirou rejoined the kunoichi in the circle of her arms, placing a trail of feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
"Are you sure about this, Mei?" the blacksmith mumbled against her skin.
To which the kunoichi could only scoff offhandedly before answering sarcastically between heated breaths, "Better you than some nameless guy on a mission, right?"
The comment had been made in playful jest, the both of them knowing that it was a common fate for many kunoichi in the field. Particularly for those who were less qualified for the more actively offensive missions. But rather than chuckle along with her, Shirou paused in his attentive gestures -- his intimately lustful efforts -- to gaze up at her with a look of all seriousness.
"Mei..."
Sighing, she cupped his face in her tiny hands and met the intensity of his gaze. And together they settled in the silence a moment, relished in the warm touch of each other's embrace until finally, she gave him her whispered response.
"...Yes, Shirou," Mei rasped out, carefully brushing a thumb over the curve of his cheek, "I'm sure."
And with a simple kiss, she sealed both their fates, peeling away the layers of nervousness and doubt, tossing them aside to lay forgotten along with their discarded clothing.
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 056. No Regrets [Word count: 345]
Character(s): OC: Sarutobi Mei, Shirou
Pairing(s): Shirou/Mei
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history; implications of sexual situations
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from
ficlets100. Dedicated to: -squees- Mei, Shirou, and his adorable, adorable dimples. o^^o
A soft click of the door and they were thrown into perpetual darkness, forced to shuffle -- stumble -- through it towards the bed with some amount of effort to keep quiet and unnoticed. Because in a house full of shinobi, it was hard not to alert them to what was happening under the roof of the shop. And the last thing that Mei and Shirou wanted was for either Minato or Kushina especially to hear their activities. Especially now when Shirou's body seemed so warm and inviting. When his lips were so enticingly pressed against her own.
A mere whisper of clothing. A rustle of their burdens being unloaded along the way, and Mei was falling onto the mattress with a soft thud. She gave a gentle sigh as Shirou rejoined the kunoichi in the circle of her arms, placing a trail of feather-light kisses along the column of her neck.
"Are you sure about this, Mei?" the blacksmith mumbled against her skin.
To which the kunoichi could only scoff offhandedly before answering sarcastically between heated breaths, "Better you than some nameless guy on a mission, right?"
The comment had been made in playful jest, the both of them knowing that it was a common fate for many kunoichi in the field. Particularly for those who were less qualified for the more actively offensive missions. But rather than chuckle along with her, Shirou paused in his attentive gestures -- his intimately lustful efforts -- to gaze up at her with a look of all seriousness.
"Mei..."
Sighing, she cupped his face in her tiny hands and met the intensity of his gaze. And together they settled in the silence a moment, relished in the warm touch of each other's embrace until finally, she gave him her whispered response.
"...Yes, Shirou," Mei rasped out, carefully brushing a thumb over the curve of his cheek, "I'm sure."
And with a simple kiss, she sealed both their fates, peeling away the layers of nervousness and doubt, tossing them aside to lay forgotten along with their discarded clothing.