Idk. You can decide to hate me. This is what I felt like writing. I still have 12 requests done in my drafts and 33 requests in my inbox. But I’ve been struggling to get up the will to write again. I’m usually so tired after work and I just wanted to write something sad and lovey. This is the result… Drabble: The Morning Coming
Your soft gaze trailed over the sight of your beloved who laid beside you in bed. You admired the smooth contours of his face of his perfectly unblemished skin. You never knew someone could look so perfect. So, handsome. He was even more lovely to behold when he was relaxed, the way he was now.
The morning had woken you up through its brilliant rays of light that shone through your tan colored drapes. You had stirred from your slumber and quickly realized there was a body lying beside you. You had opened your eyes immediately remembering last night’s events were not a dream. Your lover had come home after many months of being absent.
A feeling of contentedness filled you as you laid perfectly still by your lover. You knew he could be easily waken even by the slightest movement or smallest sound. You did not want to disturb him. You wanted him to get as much rest as possible as you knew he slept little on his own.
Sleep usually did not bring him peace or comfort like it does for most people. Some nights were worse than others as he has woken up in freight or anger within minutes or hours of shutting his eyes. Those nights he would barely get any rest as his nightmares would haunt him. Yet there were other nights that he slept like a babe. Where he had whist dreams that swept him away from his woes.
You were glad that one of those peaceful nights was last night, especially after he had been gone for so long. You were happy to wake up beside him while he was at peace.
It wasn’t long until your lover’s dark coal eyes fluttered opened. His tired gaze traveled down to you, noticing you watching him. You had no doubt that he might have felt your lingering stare earlier, but you were not ashamed by it. You held his gaze while your face was thoughtful, feeling slightly guilty for perhaps waking him up.
He eventually moved in one swift motion as he turned onto his side and squeezed an arm up from under you. He brought you closer to him. His own expression unreadable as his dark hair hung over his eyes.
“Did you sleep well?” you inquired, gently.
“Hmmm,” Sasuke responded as he was not overly fond of mornings. It took him a moment to repeat the question back to you as he analyzed your mood. “You?”
“I’m better now… that you’re here,” you replied kindly, worming your hands around him.
Sasuke’s eyes drooped at that. He knew he had been gone way longer than expected. He felt crummy for leaving you but he knew he couldn’t bring you on his travels. He needed to do this on his own, even though he missed you in every way. He couldn’t be at home with you every day. He had a personal mission he had to fulfill.
Sasuke’s thoughts snapped back to the present as he felt your fingertips gliding along the raised skin on his chest.
“This scar is new. I guess I didn’t see it last night,” you mentioned, vaguely.
Sasuke shut his eyes, knowing exactly which scar you were referring to. That was another reason why he left you at home. He wanted to keep you safe. The path he sought was too dangerous.
Your hands patted his chest, feeling the steadiness of his heartbeat. You weren’t looking for an explanation on the new scar. You knew he would tell you when he was ready and willing to.
Sasuke inclined his head towards yours, opening his eyes to meet yours. He held a tender and regretful look in his eye for you before slowly kissing the top of your head. You were all that was left of what mattered to him.
The warmth of his kiss left goosebumps on your skin as his arm tightened around you. His face then fell into your hair as he took in a deep breath. You relished in the closeness of him, pulling yourself up against his chest. Your heartrate quickening and suddenly all you could think about was how bad you didn’t want him to leave again and how much you’ll miss him.
“Please… hold me longer,” you begged softly against him, maybe even too quietly for him to hear.
When the following morning came, you were left with empty sheets and a promise of until next time.
