deidara comes home excited to get slurpees. wc1027
modern au, summer slice of life. established relationship; cuddling; fluff (he just seems like he would be such a baby with his partner i can’t help it); slight angst/unrest; kissing; some light/familiar touching; age difference suggested but undefined
7/11 does this everywhere right? (nearly forgot to post!) for @unknees
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“Yn- yn-y-”
“What, Dei?” You ask, your annoyance overpowered by the thick, sleepy tone in your voice. “Some of us work in the morning, babe.”
“I miss you.”
You groan, pulling the blanket over your head as you quickly think through how to deal with him. He knows that he gets what he wants when he pulls that card; but you also know he doesn’t say it unless he means it. And you can’t fault him for it. Both of your schedules have kept you apart for the past few days- and, in all honesty, you’ve missed him, too.
A sigh escapes you and his smug smile is nearly tangible, especially when you reach out and wrap your arms around him. He laughs as you quickly drag him into your chest, the sound drawing a smile to your lips when he cuddles into you.
“You’re so annoying.”
“You like it.”
“Gross,” you murmur, no bite in your tone as he sneaks his arms around you and slips under your shirt. You attempt to squirm away from him, but he squeezes at your love handles in a gesture equal parts childish and familiar as you admit, “I missed you, too.”
“Wanna do something?”
“Like what?”
He buries his face in your collar, arms tightening around you as he presses himself impossibly closer. But, he doesn’t say or do anything more so you don’t either, letting silence fill the room as you begin to doze back off. His fingers trace patterns across your skin, his breath drawing wet against your chest in the heat of the night, and you can’t find it in you to complain despite it very nearly being uncomfortable.
“Do you know what today is?”
“Barely Monday?”
He laughs, short and lazy, his nose running the length of your throat before he leans away enough to look at you. “Seven eleven.”
“Ah. Yeah.”
“Let’s go get slurpees.”
It’s your turn to laugh, letting him pull away from you as he moves to sit on his knees. You sit up on your elbows, a smile playing on your lips at the earnest expression on his face. Usually, when he returns to you he’s an uncomfortable mixture cold and aloof and spun up from doing God-knows-what with the Akatsuki.
So, tonight it feels somewhat like a treat, getting to see him so unguarded.
“Ok.”
He blinks.
“Did you think I was going to say no?”
“Yeah…I was already ready for my consolation cuddles.”
“For your consol-” You break off to laugh, shaking your head as you ignore the color drawing to his cheeks even in the dark of your bedroom. “You can have regular cuddles when we get back.”
“Bet.”
You’re still smiling as you get out of bed to pull up on some pants. Deidara comes to stand behind you when you attempt to right yourself in the mirror, his eyes meeting yours before he rests his forehead on the curve of your shoulder. There’s a sudden somberness in him you aren’t accustomed to as he wraps his arms around your chest, spurring you to reach up to rub his forearms comfortingly.
“I did something bad.”
You swallow thickly at the unexpected confession. Everything he does for the Akatsuki is bad- you never imagined that his normal tasks could get any worse.
“On purpose…I did something bad on purpose…went too far.”
You almost jokingly ask if he’d hit a child, just to ease the tension, but think better of it before the question can leave your lips. The fact that he’s confessing something to you now reminds you that he’s younger. That part of your dynamic revolves around the fact that you provide him with a stability he’s never had before.
“I forgive you.”
His arms tighten around you before he smiles against your shoulder. “Made it better,” he murmurs, eyes meeting yours again in the mirror.
Deidara draws his thumb across your breastbone, his touch hot even through your tshirt as he ghosts the chain on the necklace hidden l beneath. You turn in his arms, drawing him into a kiss that he deepens immediately. He pulls your hips into his as his tongue strokes yours, his kiss languorously greedy and hungry; and you moan into it, gasping when he pulls away to kiss down your jaw and throat.
“Really missed you,” he breathes into your skin, fingertips edging back under your shirt and digging into your soft skin.
“I know,” you say, fingers dipping into his shirt collar to reveal a necklace he hasn’t taken off since you all started dating.
It’d been a gift, a part of a set he’d made before offering you the corresponding piece. They lock into each other, the strange, bone-like shapes somehow coming together despite seeming whole on their own. You’d been surprised the first time he showed you, months after he’d given it to you on a strand of metal as thin and gold as his hair: he’d crowded you against the kitchen counter and murmured something like this is how you make me feel.
(In truth, you’d expected him to grind a hard-on into your hip, but he’d surprised you, easily locking your pendants together and pressing the softest of kisses to your lips. You can still remember how he smelt -your detergent noticeable on his clothing for the first time- as he patiently separated the pieces, the unsealing more complicated than the union. It was only then that you realized that he wasn’t fucking around, not like you thought he was, and your relationship shifted from what you thought had been good, disposable fun into what it is today.)
“I hope they have [fav flavor],” you admit, stroking his pendant before tucking it back in.
He kisses your forehead, his gaze a little clearer when he meets yours head on. “Gross…mission accepted, though.”
You lean in to kiss the base of his throat, nuzzling into his hand when he brings it up to cup your face. “Or you can give me consolation cuddles when we get home.”
He grins, the look in his eyes edged with trouble that leaves you laughing through your nose. “Ok, bet.”
