Thank you @thechaoscryptid for the tag! I rarely share snippets on here, so this is always a fun time for me 🥰 from my ShiSaku fic, NFR, here's a bit from the next chap that's taking me forever to write!
Nodding to himself at a job well done, Shisui pushed up the sleeve of his cashmere sweater to note the time on his watch. Sakura had texted him that she was stuck in traffic, so he’d wanted to make the place as relaxing as possible. Dinner was being kept warm in the oven, and an open bottle of wine was breathing on the table. He figured she probably hadn’t gotten a chance to grab something on the way home.
Blowing a breath out between his lips, he rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if this was all too much. But before he could determine whether or not to change anything, the sound of the lock turning in the front door had him turning in time to see Sakura step into their apartment.
“Hey, I’m home!” she called out, and Shisui felt his heart stop as he watched her set her bags down, take off a red beanie and run her fingers through her hair before taking off her coat and toeing off her shoes. She was wearing simple black leggings with a loose sweater dress, the neckline an asymmetrical fit that showed off one creamy shoulder. He wanted to walk up to her and press her against the door and lay claim to her, but he resisted.
The tip of her nose and the apples of her cheeks were red from the cold, and her green eyes brightened as she finally spotted him staring at her.
God, she was so fucking beautiful.
He cleared his throat, his cheeks hot at being caught. “Hey, welcome home.”
She smiled at him, and there his heart went again, trying to beat out of his fucking chest as she glanced around the room. “What’s all this?”
Shisui shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked around. “Ah, well, I figured we still had some hours before Christmas was over, so might as well keep the holiday spirit alive as we exchange gifts. I also made us dinner. It’s in the oven.”
Sakura bit her lip, trying to hold back her smile, but she couldn’t hide the appreciation in her eyes as she made her way towards him. She stopped in front of him, and before he could say anything else, she pulled him into her arms for a hug. She smelled like apples and wild blossoms mixed with fresh snow, and her warm embrace had Shisui burying his face into her neck.
“Hi,” she laughed, pulling back to look at him. “This was all very sweet of you. Thank you.”
“Of course,” he said, slowly pulling back to resist kissing her pretty lips. Up close they were pink too, and he wanted nothing more than to say fuck dinner and gift exchanging and ravish her right then and there.
But he had a plan, damn it. And he was going to stick to it. Dinner, then gifts, then confessing.
“Come on, I’m starving,” Sakura murmured, reaching for one his hand and tugging him toward the kitchen. “I’m curious to see what you made!”
Shisui laughed as he poured them both glasses of wine as she grabbed the food out of the oven, and her delighted squeal of seeing her favorite meal had him smiling even further as they made themselves a plate.
Tagging @tipsyraconteur @mrssakurahatake @rosebrided and anyone else who wants to play!!! And you don't have to participate if you don't want to! 🥰
