Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Menagerie – A Collection of Naruto Shorts ❯ More Than Friends: Naruto & Sakura ( Chapter 2 )

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Menagerie - A Collection of Naruto Shorts

Story Two - More Than Friends: Naruto & Sakura

By - Wicked Innuendo

He had been lying in bed, teetering between the last vestiges of consciousness and the beginnings of peaceful sleep when he heard the soft rapping at the door.  He sat up from the futon, tossing aside the faded kumquat hued comforter to see the identity of his late night caller.  He was pretty sure it was her.  Over the past two years since their team had disbanded and reassembled under the tutelage of new teachers, she had grown closer to him, much closer than he had ever hoped of them becoming when they were still rookie Gennins fresh from the academy.  They had developed a bond that had been absent when they were teammates, an unspoken understanding of devoted camaraderie.  They were there for each other no matter what and tonight she needed him.

The door creaked as he opened it; he was unsurprised to see her standing there in her blood speckled medic uniform.  She looked tired, the start of dark half crescents were showing again beneath her sad green eyes. 

She didn't say anything, nor did he, there were no need for words.  He stepped aside and she let herself into his small studio apartment.  She didn't have to tell him about the life loss of that day, he could read it in her disposition.

She shrugged out of her clothes, there was no need for modesty; after all he was only Naruto.  And he unbuttoned and removed the striped pajama shirt, handing her the three sizes too big garment to put on.  He wondered if she'd ever just leave a change of clothes here, instead of always stealing his top to his sleep wear.

"It's warm," she murmured about the shirt, bringing the too long sleeves to her nose, smelling the shirt that smelled him.

He crawled into bed first, the uncomfortable chill in the room getting the better of him and soon she followed.   They lay together like spoons, him behind her with their legs a tangle of warm flesh and his arms encircling her tiny waist, pulling her back securely against his lean chest.

"Good night Naruto," she yawned, adjusting the pillow they shared.

"'Night, Sakura," he mumbled, his face buried between her pastel strawberry locks and the crook of her neck, the faint shadow of dishwater blonde stubble on his face tickled her shoulder and she adjusted herself again one last time. 

Peaceful sleep soon followed the strange bedfellows that were more than friends and less than lovers.