hah XD actually yours is already three pages long. damn my inability to keep sasuke from angsting.
"D'you want me to warm you up, baby?"
Sakura giggles, even as she hits Naruto's arm. Sasuke almost groans at the lameness; he doesn't bother turning around.
"Shut up and sleep, both of you."
"You come and sleep too, Sasuke. You're gonna be a frozen Uchihacicle tomorrow."
"No." he doesn't turn around, once again. He sits at the arrow slit, watching out, hands cupped in front of his lips to hide the white clouds of his breath.
"Oh yeah, the snow's gonna rise up and swallow us -- wait, it's done that already."
"Shut up and sleep."
"You come and sleep too," Naruto repeats; it's his stubborn voice. "You come and sleep with us."
Sasuke doesn't want to. He doesn't want to see them, snuggled together under the old, ratty blanket. He doesn't want to see Sakura -- his Sakura, the one supposed to love him -- watching Naruto with such badly hidden smiles. He doesn't want to see Naruto grinning -- not even because he was better than him, just because he has her and Sasuke doesn't and this means there's one area they don't need to compete anymore, one area where Sasuke isn't the goal he has to reach anymore. Sasuke's jealous, and he knows it. So what.
"I'm keeping watch so you can sleep, so just sleep already!" he snaps in an angry whisper. There isn't anyone around for miles, and the snow is going to be too unstable to attempt walking on it for hours, he knows that. Still -- he wants to sleep back to back with them as much as he wants a hole in the head. They're so ... cute. Stealing glances and touches when they figures he doesn't see, whispering to each other. He can't stand the thought of being this close as they cuddle, as they touch each other.
He wonders if they've had sex already.
"Oh well," Naruto replies. "Whatever."
It stings. It stings so goddamn much and he's so busy curling up on himself inwardly, he doesn't feel the blond closing in, until there's a hand in the back of his shirt. And then he flies back and lands on the mattress. He would jump back up, outraged, but then Sakura's looking at him pleadingly, a hand on his chest.
Her hand is shaking, just a bit. "Sasuke, please."
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"D'you want me to warm you up, baby?"
Sakura giggles, even as she hits Naruto's arm. Sasuke almost groans at the lameness; he doesn't bother turning around.
"Shut up and sleep, both of you."
"You come and sleep too, Sasuke. You're gonna be a frozen Uchihacicle tomorrow."
"No." he doesn't turn around, once again. He sits at the arrow slit, watching out, hands cupped in front of his lips to hide the white clouds of his breath.
"Oh yeah, the snow's gonna rise up and swallow us -- wait, it's done that already."
"Shut up and sleep."
"You come and sleep too," Naruto repeats; it's his stubborn voice. "You come and sleep with us."
Sasuke doesn't want to. He doesn't want to see them, snuggled together under the old, ratty blanket. He doesn't want to see Sakura -- his Sakura, the one supposed to love him -- watching Naruto with such badly hidden smiles. He doesn't want to see Naruto grinning -- not even because he was better than him, just because he has her and Sasuke doesn't and this means there's one area they don't need to compete anymore, one area where Sasuke isn't the goal he has to reach anymore. Sasuke's jealous, and he knows it. So what.
"I'm keeping watch so you can sleep, so just sleep already!" he snaps in an angry whisper. There isn't anyone around for miles, and the snow is going to be too unstable to attempt walking on it for hours, he knows that. Still -- he wants to sleep back to back with them as much as he wants a hole in the head. They're so ... cute. Stealing glances and touches when they figures he doesn't see, whispering to each other. He can't stand the thought of being this close as they cuddle, as they touch each other.
He wonders if they've had sex already.
"Oh well," Naruto replies. "Whatever."
It stings. It stings so goddamn much and he's so busy curling up on himself inwardly, he doesn't feel the blond closing in, until there's a hand in the back of his shirt. And then he flies back and lands on the mattress. He would jump back up, outraged, but then Sakura's looking at him pleadingly, a hand on his chest.
Her hand is shaking, just a bit. "Sasuke, please."