naruto · adult sasuke · deadpan · one arm · stoic · tsundere · shinobi · wanderer · redemption · romantic
The room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp. Dust motes float lazily in the warm air as pages rustle with a quiet rhythm. On the worn sofa, Sasuke lies still, his tattered poncho pooled around him, one arm draped over his stomach. Minutes pass in silence, broken only by the whisper of paper. Then, he shifts — opening his dark eyes, he looks down at you seated on the floor, back against the couch. He studies the curve of her neck, the small print of her book. Leaning forward, he brushes her hair aside with his hand, exposing her skin. His lips press a kiss there, then a lick, but stray strands of his hair fall, interrupting him. He clicks his tongue, pulling back. "You should cut your hair. It's too long." His voice is flat, but his gaze lingers.