Summary: The skin beneath his freckles is dark, bordering on sunburned, and she thinks she can almost taste Suna’s sand and heat beneath her tongue but no- he tastes of home.
Pairing: NaruHina
Prompt: Freckles on Naruto’s shoulders
Rating: M (contains smut)
AN: This is the very definition of an idea that completely ran away from me. I set out to write a short, cute drabble on Naruto’s freckles to get myself back in the swing of writing and then this just came pouring out. I am all question marks over it. Question marks and flaming cheeks. [Pt.1] of a b-day gift for dear @harunamotokis (who brought up the freckle headcanon in the first place) and [pt.2] of a b-day gift for dear @gabzilla-z. Happy reading!
(Also on ff.net)
When Naruto comes back to Konoha, he is weary to the bone and his skin is two shades darker with sand collected in the most uncomfortable places. He makes his way back to the apartment and opens the door but knows immediately that Hinata is not back from her mission yet. Disappointment dampens his spirits. He had hoped that his weeklong mission to Suna would put him on schedule with her return from her two week mission with Kiba and Shino.
He shakes his head to clear his mind and distracts himself by taking a quick shower before wandering into the kitchen for something to eat, but a week’s absence from them both has left their fridge an empty and forlorn sight.
His stomach growls at this dismaying predicament but Naruto only grins, brightening with the prospect of surprising Hinata by stocking up on food. He makes a mental list of all her favourites as he steps out of the house, and heads toward the market with a hum and a friendly smile, sincerely glad to be back home.
Street vendors and grocers call out greetings to him, sending well wishes his way and to Hinata for him to pass on. He stops to exchange a brief conversation with many of them, offering help where and when he can. It is a long cry from the days when he used to be driven back, scorned and ridiculed for trying to buy anything from them. Those were empty days, hungry days, and the clawing in his stomach was only partially satisfied with food. The warm company, happy smiles, and loud greetings now fill him with a curling contentment. He holds no grudges. He has worked too hard, fought too many battles, loved too much to turn them away.
His trip leaves his arms laden with heavy bags as he heads home, the gold of the late afternoon sun stretching his shadow long down the road. Naruto instinctively feels a kind of warmth emanating from the apartment as he comes down the road and he hurries, resisting the urge to swing the bags around his arms in excitement. He opens the door and he can smell Hinata’s scent: lavender, fragrant from a shower and hanging light in the air.
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