Haruno Sakura (
medicalpunch) wrote2013-01-05 12:17 pm
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[Luceti] Appointments
[For all those interactions that don't get a whole separate post all to their lonesomes, or for continuing log threads that don't belong on a community post for whatever reason.]
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If you miss school this much, I know this spot under the bleachers...
[He's very much teasing; no good at hiding, she'll no doubt be able to feel the smirk on his lips against her ear.]
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Shikamaru, you're terrible... [Wonderful, really.] Is it going to be Makeout Point next?
[.... actually not a half-bad idea. Hmmm~]
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[He makes a show of looking up and around the room, as if he'll dart off if he spots a familiar face who'd do just that.]
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We'd have to make sure to clean it before we give it back...
[Which is pretty bold, and she blushes to say it -- but those are her intentions! After all, he's her husband...]
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How much longer do they have to stay here, again?]
Huh... That's a lot of work. Maybe we should find a better spot.
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It's still new enough to be exhilarating, being married. It doesn't make her a loose girl to say it. He's her husband. They're supposed to... what was it their vows said? Right, cleave unto each other. Sounds about right, to her.]
I'm sure there are plenty of better spots to be found...
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[Where this kind of calm, but cheeky attitude out of him counts as eager, yes.]
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[Oh yes, it counts. That's just how he is.]
So how much more dancing are you in for, hm?
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As the next song starts up, she rests her cheek against his shoulder and sways with him, deeply content. She's seen her friends that are still in school, she's socialized, and now dancing with her husband...]
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All of their problems, all of the stress in the world; in this moment, he feels so at peace that none of it matters. Not with her heartbeat next to his, knowing through it all he'll have her by his side.]
I love you.
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I love you too. Always.
[Heartbeat to heartbeat, wrapped in each other. This is everything she thinks she could want out of life.]
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Slow songs, he decides, are something he likes. It's as much of a dance as it is an embrace.]
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[A dance and an embrace, it's all just perfect.
They dance a while more, a long while -- they're both eager, but it's a wonderful evening, and they're enjoying Shikamaru's carefully-planned surprise to the utmost. But eventually, it's time to go home -- and the evening is far from over yet, with that.]
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The cab drops them off right at their doorstep. While he pays the driver, Shikamaru insists Sakura stays seated, only to run around to the other side once he's finished to get the door for her.]
Milady.
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Why thank you, m'lord~
[As soon as she's out of the cab, she grabs for his hand again, not wanting to lose the connection for a moment longer than necessary.]
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Did you enjoy yourself?
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[Her voice is dreamy as she says it, and the smile she turns on Shikamaru is blissful.]
You must have done so much planning and work to arrange this... I can't thank you enough. This was an amazing gift.
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[That he hasn't been able to give her everything a husband should.]
But things will get better. We'll have nights like this every week someday.
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It's not perfect. It's hard and hungry and scary. But she wouldn't trade it for a comfortable life without him, not for a moment.]
Nice? I think that's the understatement of the year. [She goes in, then reaches out to pull him in with her, laughing.]
Someday... that'll be a wonderful someday. And we'll get there -- I know we will. [She believes in him, believes in them.]
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We will. [He has to echo it, but it sounds no less impossible. Here, with her; it's a truth to come, not a mantra without hope he repeats for the sake of it.
Feeling giddy with the warmth she brings, he laughs with Sakura and closes the door with a foot. Hands on her hips so he can gently tug her close, he rests his forehead against hers and embellishes the dream.]
White picket fence. Neighborhood barbecues.
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Wine with dinner. Eating out fancy on the weekends. Paintings on the wall.
[She likes leaning into him; he's enough taller than her that she feels sheltered, supported by his strength. Even if she's a pretty tough lady herself.]
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[He loves holding her; having her close like this. It's like the satisfaction of putting together two puzzle pieces, of seeing the picture formed look just right. He feels stronger for it.
Lovingly, hands still on her hips and without thought, he massages her sides with the pads of his thumbs.]
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