Thunder and tea
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Shikamaru/Neji
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,262
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Thunder and tea
[I've actually never been a huge fan of this couple, but what the heck ;)
Major FLUFF/WAFF warning, which-ever is the correct term.
Please review, comment, rate, what ever it is that you people do that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.]
This fic has been placed in the caring hands of my wonderful Beta; a heart-felt thank you for her hard work.
'Kimba LionHeart': http://anime2.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296868044.
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Thunder and tea
The hiss that resounded through the kitchen told him that the water was boiling.
He poured the boiling water into the teapot and put the tea cosy over it. Slim fingers carefully gripped the correct places, as not to burn himself, and carried his scolding treasure 4 meters to the other end, his eating/sitting-area of the room.
The room was briefly illuminated from the outside then everything was dark again. He counted ‘1…2…3 …’ before he heard the tell-tale crash, and smiled a small smile.
The teapot was cautiously sat on the low stool, and he situated himself next to it on the floor with pillows and blankets. He knew the window was open, so he kicked it, and it slowly swung open with a slight, but fairly annoying creak.
‘The hinges need to be greased. Troublesome..’
Shikamaru sighed at the prospect of more work to add to his list. The list was getting long. Almost all of his chores had something to do with his apartment, which was a small, old one.
The apartment consists of this room; the kitchen/eating/sitting-area, a bathroom; not bigger than two people could stand very close together inside, his room; which could barely contain his bed, closet and desk with chair and a short hall which was the center of all the rooms, connecting them. Never the less, he loved his apartment. He loved this place of opportunity, this golden place of peace; his sanctuary. He had moved away from home at the age of 18. He did love his parents, but his mother was this crazy bossy woman, and he had developed a burning desire to live on his own. (A.N: the kid is crazy; his mother is a perfectly nice woman).
He shuffled around on the pillows, and ended up sitting half indian-style on them, with a blanket around him, and one foot sticking out of his window. The window reached from floor to ceiling, no wider than one meter, and had old glass in it, which had cracked at the top left corner. Water sometimes leaked through it.
There was another streak of lightning. Gosh, how he loved this kind of weather. The air was heavy, warm, and humid. The sky was incredible; mixes of gray, black and dark-bluish colors rolling amongst each other, occasionally lit up by a flash of lightning. The sound of the rain’s pitter-patter against his window as well as every flat surface out there, could always make him relax.
He sighed. Then looked to his right and saw the teapot. ‘oh yeah, tea!’. He removed the tea cosy and poured some tea into his small cup which stood next to the stool. The teapot was placed on the stool and was clad in its protector once again.
He sipped his tea, but quickly gave up. It was still too hot. He leaned back on the chair he had placed behind his pillows as a backrest.
He stiffened. There was someone sitting in the chair. Hands descended onto his shoulders and used him as a leverage-point to keep the balance of their owner. A body sat down behind him, and he briefly saw dark brown hair flash at the corner of his eye.
He relaxed again
“Neji, could you please stop doing that? You always freak me out.” He said with a quiet sigh.
A deep chuckle was heard behind him.
“But Shika, it is so tempting when you merely sit there when I enter the room. You should pay greater attention to your surroundings. You’re an ANBU-Jounin.”
“.. Troublesome ..”
He kept mumbling about troublesome ranks, troublesome boyfriends, troublesome people who couldn’t announce their arrival or respect other people's wishes about behavior in their house. But it wasn’t long before he stopped. The mumbling became too troublesome as well.
Neji pulled his boyfriend towards him, and Shikamaru followed, leaning fully on the broad chest behind him. He was held there, while Neji pressed light kisses on the side of his neck.
“What,” another kiss to his neck, “no ‘welcome home?’”
Shikamaru sighed again.
He twisted so that he could kiss Neji. It was long and intense, and when he pulled back, he couldn’t help but smile at the look on the pale face.
They sat there, watching the weather outside, drinking tea. Just holding onto each other, enjoying the time they had, before one of them got sent out on another mission and another possible fatality.
Neji and Shikamaru kissed again, taking in the humid air, everything playing with their senses, re-confirming their love and need for one-another.
Lightning flashed outside.
They lazily undressed each other with the occasional flash of nature’s wonder of electricity from the outside as the only source of light to illuminate their bodies. Their passion wasn’t the same fire as there had been in the beginning, but the love and care in every movement made up for the lack of aggressiveness that they usually showed when having sex. Besides, neither of them was in the mood to aggressively ravish each other.
Afterwards they laid on the slightly cold wooden floor, holding each other, breathing deeply and listening to the weather outside.
Shikamaru pressed a kiss to Neji’s mouth.
“Welcome home.”
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[Hope you enjoyed :)
Love Mulle]
Major FLUFF/WAFF warning, which-ever is the correct term.
Please review, comment, rate, what ever it is that you people do that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.]
This fic has been placed in the caring hands of my wonderful Beta; a heart-felt thank you for her hard work.
'Kimba LionHeart': http://anime2.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296868044.
---
Thunder and tea
The hiss that resounded through the kitchen told him that the water was boiling.
He poured the boiling water into the teapot and put the tea cosy over it. Slim fingers carefully gripped the correct places, as not to burn himself, and carried his scolding treasure 4 meters to the other end, his eating/sitting-area of the room.
The room was briefly illuminated from the outside then everything was dark again. He counted ‘1…2…3 …’ before he heard the tell-tale crash, and smiled a small smile.
The teapot was cautiously sat on the low stool, and he situated himself next to it on the floor with pillows and blankets. He knew the window was open, so he kicked it, and it slowly swung open with a slight, but fairly annoying creak.
‘The hinges need to be greased. Troublesome..’
Shikamaru sighed at the prospect of more work to add to his list. The list was getting long. Almost all of his chores had something to do with his apartment, which was a small, old one.
The apartment consists of this room; the kitchen/eating/sitting-area, a bathroom; not bigger than two people could stand very close together inside, his room; which could barely contain his bed, closet and desk with chair and a short hall which was the center of all the rooms, connecting them. Never the less, he loved his apartment. He loved this place of opportunity, this golden place of peace; his sanctuary. He had moved away from home at the age of 18. He did love his parents, but his mother was this crazy bossy woman, and he had developed a burning desire to live on his own. (A.N: the kid is crazy; his mother is a perfectly nice woman).
He shuffled around on the pillows, and ended up sitting half indian-style on them, with a blanket around him, and one foot sticking out of his window. The window reached from floor to ceiling, no wider than one meter, and had old glass in it, which had cracked at the top left corner. Water sometimes leaked through it.
There was another streak of lightning. Gosh, how he loved this kind of weather. The air was heavy, warm, and humid. The sky was incredible; mixes of gray, black and dark-bluish colors rolling amongst each other, occasionally lit up by a flash of lightning. The sound of the rain’s pitter-patter against his window as well as every flat surface out there, could always make him relax.
He sighed. Then looked to his right and saw the teapot. ‘oh yeah, tea!’. He removed the tea cosy and poured some tea into his small cup which stood next to the stool. The teapot was placed on the stool and was clad in its protector once again.
He sipped his tea, but quickly gave up. It was still too hot. He leaned back on the chair he had placed behind his pillows as a backrest.
He stiffened. There was someone sitting in the chair. Hands descended onto his shoulders and used him as a leverage-point to keep the balance of their owner. A body sat down behind him, and he briefly saw dark brown hair flash at the corner of his eye.
He relaxed again
“Neji, could you please stop doing that? You always freak me out.” He said with a quiet sigh.
A deep chuckle was heard behind him.
“But Shika, it is so tempting when you merely sit there when I enter the room. You should pay greater attention to your surroundings. You’re an ANBU-Jounin.”
“.. Troublesome ..”
He kept mumbling about troublesome ranks, troublesome boyfriends, troublesome people who couldn’t announce their arrival or respect other people's wishes about behavior in their house. But it wasn’t long before he stopped. The mumbling became too troublesome as well.
Neji pulled his boyfriend towards him, and Shikamaru followed, leaning fully on the broad chest behind him. He was held there, while Neji pressed light kisses on the side of his neck.
“What,” another kiss to his neck, “no ‘welcome home?’”
Shikamaru sighed again.
He twisted so that he could kiss Neji. It was long and intense, and when he pulled back, he couldn’t help but smile at the look on the pale face.
They sat there, watching the weather outside, drinking tea. Just holding onto each other, enjoying the time they had, before one of them got sent out on another mission and another possible fatality.
Neji and Shikamaru kissed again, taking in the humid air, everything playing with their senses, re-confirming their love and need for one-another.
Lightning flashed outside.
They lazily undressed each other with the occasional flash of nature’s wonder of electricity from the outside as the only source of light to illuminate their bodies. Their passion wasn’t the same fire as there had been in the beginning, but the love and care in every movement made up for the lack of aggressiveness that they usually showed when having sex. Besides, neither of them was in the mood to aggressively ravish each other.
Afterwards they laid on the slightly cold wooden floor, holding each other, breathing deeply and listening to the weather outside.
Shikamaru pressed a kiss to Neji’s mouth.
“Welcome home.”
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[Hope you enjoyed :)
Love Mulle]