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endless_scrolls) wrote2009-09-03 10:12 am
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Flames of Youth
Title: Flames of Youth
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 052. Battle [Word count: 776]
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
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: ...Shirou and Mei. ♥ And sexy fun tymes~
Battles, like people, came in all forms. A good shinobi would discerned that lesson early on. A smart shinobi learned to accept it and adjust accordingly at a moment's notice. To formulate and reformulate a strategy to deal with the constant change that occurs in the field of warfare. And Mei was one of the brightest kunoichi of her generation. But even she could not prepare herself for everything that came her way.
"Is something wrong, Mei?"
She had always known Shioru to be a very fit young man. A history of being one of the top Chuunin in Uzu and a lifetime as a weapons-smith was telling enough of that. And she had watched him in his element at the forge on a number of occasions. Sometimes with full consent. Others while his attention was too divided to take note or care of her silent vigilance. But never -- never -- had he ever looked so... inviting as he did at that very moment.
"Mei?"
At the sound of his deep voice, the kunoichi was pulled out of her daze. "Uh - No! Nothing's wrong. Just tired, I guess. F-from the mission..."
"Ah, I see."
And in spite of herself as well as any lingering self control that the kunoichi still possessed, Mei could not help but tilt her head just the tiniest bit. For a better view of just how the flickering light of the forge caught the lines and curves of Shirou's bare chest. Then his bare back as the metal-smith turned to tend to the slabs of steel that was already being heated. Sweat misted his skin, making it almost glow under the flames. And time seemed to stretch on forever while every single shadow worked to accentuate every single muscle in the young man's body.
Mei had to fight to keep from staring. "Y-you were... working at the forge? This late at night?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"O-oh... so you thought to... make... weapons?"
Glancing over his shoulder, the young man gave her a light scoff and a small grin of amusement. "Believe it or not, but it calms me."
Mei watched in an odd state of detached euphoria as the grin shifted to a frown while he turned to fully face her, no doubt curious if not concerned about the kunoichi's behavior. Then, after a myriad of emotions flitted across his face -- confusion, worry, revelation, skepticism -- it finally settled on epiphanic mischief. Which was more than enough to break whatever spell that had taken hold of her attention. Especially when the main cause of it started slowly moving towards the back door where she stood rooted in place.
Another breath -- another stretch of time that went unaccounted for -- and his hands were around her. Pulling Mei in close against those very same muscles that she had been admiring only moments before. The same sweat-covered skin that had dulled her senses in the firelight. A cheap attempt. And one she was more than capable of dealing with despite the exhaustion from her last assignment. But as his calloused fingers seemed to cradle her jaw and maneuver the kunoichi's head so that she could look into those deep and dark eyes of his, Mei could hardly bring herself to care.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Her lips parted to respond. But before a single sound could come out, Shirou had closed the gap between them and gently pressed his lips against hers in a soft and sensual kiss. One Mei was more than willing to give in to as she returned the sentiment.
Pulling away with a nip of his lips, she pressed their foreheads together in a moment of tenderness. Which was broken with a playfully hard jab to his ribs. "You suck!"
But rather than be deferred by her actions, the young man only seemed to be encouraged by it, pulling her in even tighter against him. "You have no idea."
A short squeak of laughter was all that managed to come out before his lips were on her once more, along with the force of his intentions slowly nudging them back to sandwich her between himself and the wall. Try as she might to resist, Mei knew that she was in a losing battle. Shirou was normally not one to push matters, or let his own desires guide his actions. But once he held a plan in mind, there was little that could be done to stop his intentions.
"How long were you gone this time?"
"Three months,"
"Mmm, too long..."
Needless to say, it was a fight she was more than happy to lose.
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 052. Battle [Word count: 776]
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
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: ...Shirou and Mei. ♥ And sexy fun tymes~
Battles, like people, came in all forms. A good shinobi would discerned that lesson early on. A smart shinobi learned to accept it and adjust accordingly at a moment's notice. To formulate and reformulate a strategy to deal with the constant change that occurs in the field of warfare. And Mei was one of the brightest kunoichi of her generation. But even she could not prepare herself for everything that came her way.
"Is something wrong, Mei?"
She had always known Shioru to be a very fit young man. A history of being one of the top Chuunin in Uzu and a lifetime as a weapons-smith was telling enough of that. And she had watched him in his element at the forge on a number of occasions. Sometimes with full consent. Others while his attention was too divided to take note or care of her silent vigilance. But never -- never -- had he ever looked so... inviting as he did at that very moment.
"Mei?"
At the sound of his deep voice, the kunoichi was pulled out of her daze. "Uh - No! Nothing's wrong. Just tired, I guess. F-from the mission..."
"Ah, I see."
And in spite of herself as well as any lingering self control that the kunoichi still possessed, Mei could not help but tilt her head just the tiniest bit. For a better view of just how the flickering light of the forge caught the lines and curves of Shirou's bare chest. Then his bare back as the metal-smith turned to tend to the slabs of steel that was already being heated. Sweat misted his skin, making it almost glow under the flames. And time seemed to stretch on forever while every single shadow worked to accentuate every single muscle in the young man's body.
Mei had to fight to keep from staring. "Y-you were... working at the forge? This late at night?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"O-oh... so you thought to... make... weapons?"
Glancing over his shoulder, the young man gave her a light scoff and a small grin of amusement. "Believe it or not, but it calms me."
Mei watched in an odd state of detached euphoria as the grin shifted to a frown while he turned to fully face her, no doubt curious if not concerned about the kunoichi's behavior. Then, after a myriad of emotions flitted across his face -- confusion, worry, revelation, skepticism -- it finally settled on epiphanic mischief. Which was more than enough to break whatever spell that had taken hold of her attention. Especially when the main cause of it started slowly moving towards the back door where she stood rooted in place.
Another breath -- another stretch of time that went unaccounted for -- and his hands were around her. Pulling Mei in close against those very same muscles that she had been admiring only moments before. The same sweat-covered skin that had dulled her senses in the firelight. A cheap attempt. And one she was more than capable of dealing with despite the exhaustion from her last assignment. But as his calloused fingers seemed to cradle her jaw and maneuver the kunoichi's head so that she could look into those deep and dark eyes of his, Mei could hardly bring herself to care.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Her lips parted to respond. But before a single sound could come out, Shirou had closed the gap between them and gently pressed his lips against hers in a soft and sensual kiss. One Mei was more than willing to give in to as she returned the sentiment.
Pulling away with a nip of his lips, she pressed their foreheads together in a moment of tenderness. Which was broken with a playfully hard jab to his ribs. "You suck!"
But rather than be deferred by her actions, the young man only seemed to be encouraged by it, pulling her in even tighter against him. "You have no idea."
A short squeak of laughter was all that managed to come out before his lips were on her once more, along with the force of his intentions slowly nudging them back to sandwich her between himself and the wall. Try as she might to resist, Mei knew that she was in a losing battle. Shirou was normally not one to push matters, or let his own desires guide his actions. But once he held a plan in mind, there was little that could be done to stop his intentions.
"How long were you gone this time?"
"Three months,"
"Mmm, too long..."
Needless to say, it was a fight she was more than happy to lose.