cream
by vernajast

sasuke and naruto

...and then there's you...

~*~

...good morning...

You're always quietest in the morning when your hands are moving across my body, carefully clearing away the mess you made of me in the night. You trail glowing fingertips across my neck, far gentler than anyone would ever suspect, and the evidence vanishes too easily.

It's like this because I still remember, and the weight of your sincerity is heavy and lurid in my chest, is like dying. I know that it's fear--of your love, of your disappointment. I fear the day you change your mind.

It's like this, only not, when I think too much. You accuse me of just that before yawning and muttering incoherent promises into my skin, and how am I supposed to say it again without sounding like the fool you've reduced me to with a mere grin.

It's like this only...not...when nothing and everything are clear in the way you push up on your hands, lips poking out in a pout, and you bang around my kitchen like it was your own.

I wish it was, and I nearly say as much before stifling the impulse with another flung insult. And then, you're back, two cups, spoons, the bag of marshmallows. And a whipped cream mustache.

Idiot.