Disclaimer: if I owned these characters Naruto would have a lot more smex in it but I don't
Everyday Sasuke would climb into bed after sparing with Orochimaru. He always slept on the side closest to the door and would face the empty half of his bed.
The raven haired man would wait like that for minutes, hours sometimes, but always waiting for that person to materialise next to him. Sasuke would watch as tanned skin appeared, blonde hair, closed lids hiding azure eyes.
Everyday the figure would change slightly. More baby fat would disappear, the body would grow longer, or even the muscles on the toned chest would become slightly more defined. Somehow, even with all of the gradual changes, after three years the person still looked the same, felt the same.
Sasuke stared at the sleeping figure and allowed his hand to travel to the slightly parted lips. His finger's never reached the soft skin but he was content in feeling the breath being rhythmically exhaled, his only proof that this was not a dream.
The same hand moved towards darkened blonde hair, millimetres away, yet it retracted sharply. Instead the hand was guided down tanned scarred cheeks, so close but never touching.
Sasuke would never touch in fear of the body before him dissipating, vanishing before his eyes. In fear of Naruto leaving him as he had left the other.
Sasuke always looked forward to the evenings. He would train diligently and hope the day would end quickly so he could spend those short bittersweet moment before sleep with the dobe, the only person he had ever cared about, his most precious person.
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Lazeee: I feel as though this fic was seriously lacking something.
Demented: Yep I agree It needed one great big fat lemon scene nodds
Lazeee: ¬-¬' don't make me go burn your Gaara plushie again I was being serious
Demented: your so mean, yay next one I writes guna have lemons yay cos Yaoi is the meaning of life
Lazeee: sigh I really think this is missing something so please review and tell me what it is 'cos its starting to bug me. Oh and all demons love flames so bring it on.
Demented: eh but I wrote this too…ohh well. So What what was this fiction about? I don't know. Is it Naruto's ghost? I don't know but I hope it isn't otherwise a second chapter might be hard. Do I write a load of bull? Most definitely yes.
Lazeee: Well you can interpret it however but I think it was supposed to be Sasuke's imagination, cos he's lonely blah blah blah you get the idea, and its not like he'd have any other chance to daydream.