Maybe narugaa + cozy + snow, for the requests? OwO
NOT A PROBLEM M’DEAR ohhhmygod writing these two always makes me feel so content and fluffy inside they are too perfect
Gaara’s breath clouded with every soft exhale, momentarily blindinghim, before fading away into the night sky.
He didn’t mind though, it gave him the tiniest respite fromthe wind biting at his face and the way the steam twisted and curled before itdisappeared was strangely fascinating.
And, with his boyfriend moulded firmly against his back, feetnestled in his lap, arms holding the thick blanket they were both nestled intightly closed against the winter chill, Naruto’s slow breaths burning hotagainst the back of his neck … the warmth filling him from the heart outwards wasfar more powerful than any discomfort from the cold.; though he seemed to be startingto drift off just slightly, judging by how deep and relaxed his breathing wasand how heavily he was leaning into him.
He didn’t mind that either.
Watching another cloud of mist melt away before his eyes,Gaara pushed back a little further into Naruto’s body – warm, as it always was,though in weather like this that was probably more a curse than a blessing, it onlymade the wind leech the heat away from him even faster – just enough to nudge athis cheek with his nose.
“Are you alright? We can go home if you’re tired,” hemumbled, almost terrified that raising his voice any higher might somehowshatter this wonderful, comfortable, perfect moment.
The blond hair tickling against his face made him want toflinch away, but that would also mean losing the burning heat of Naruto’s softchuckle into his skin.
It was not a trade worth taking.
Pressing soft, whisper-kisses against his neck with everytwist of lips – sending pleasant shivers through Gaara’s entire body – he mumbled,“No, I can stay up longer. I made a promise.”
“I really don’t mind if you-”
“Nope, I promised, so we’re staying and that’s final!” Itwas amazing how he could make a determined exclamation without actually raisinghis voice above a low mumble. Smiling just slightly, he accepted the answer andthe two settled once more, both silently watching the thick, puffy clouds driftby; it was too cloudy and they weren’t quitefar enough into the countryside to see any stars, but the moon was brightenough to illuminate the hills and fields stretched out before them, castingthe trees as strange, delicate, crystalline structures and glittering off the narrowriver just at the edge of his vision.
It was still a beautiful sight, even if the wind brushedagainst them with fingers of ice, seeping deep into their flesh with everybreeze, even if his legs were starting to go a little dead where Naruto’s wereresting against them, even if the inevitable escape from their comfortablelittle cocoon to trek back to his boyfriend’s tiny, old, beat-up car that wouldundoubtedly be even colder than the air outside it would be a truly hellishexperience.
Just having this time with the one he loved – quiet andpointless as it was – was enough to make the trip out here worth it.
Gaara closed his eyes and snuggled as far into both Narutoand the blanket as he could, his hands gently rubbing at his knees as the blondstarted humming the tune of some cheesy pop song, rocking them both completely off-rhythm.
The gentle movement, warmth surrounding him and low melody beingsung directly in his ear quickly had him on the edge of drifting off, until itfaded away and his boyfriend was gently poking his side under the blanket,giggling with the kind of endearingly childish excitement that only Narutocould pull off.
“Hey, babe, look,” he whispered into Gaara’s neck, nudginghim awake.
Blinking his unwilling eyelids open, he had to blink againjust to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. He’d seen snowfall on tv, in photosbefore, but he’d not understood why it had seemed so important to Naruto thathe see it in person. Until now.
It was only a few flakes, the beginnings of a snowfall thatwasn’t likely to leave even an inch of slush on the ground once it was over,but it was real and close and he’d never though somethingcould fall so slowly. Careful to keepas much of them covered as possible, he carefully reached one arm out from theirmakeshift tent and stared, fascinated as one flake gently drifted onto hispalm, glinting against the black of his glove before melting away into nothing.
He honestly didn’t have any words for it, but that was ok,Naruto would know just by looking at him.
Quickly retreating back into the safety of their cocoon,Gaara just nodded once, leaning his head back against a firm shoulder and watchingthe snow dance across the sky.
