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Shaping Silhouette	By : Zelha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shaping Silhouette

A soft sigh
signaled her arrival at the building.

She was
beyond tired; a week of nothing but frantic shifts, emergency procedures and
difficult surgeries was finally taking a toll on her. Feet dragged towards the
elevator as she passed by the row of mailboxes, barely glancing at the one that
was assigned to her by habit more than anything else. Nothing was inside, it
seemed.

Sakura
stopped in her tracks for a moment, recalling the date. The electricity bill
was due to arrive anytime that week, so the absence of letters, spam propaganda
and bills after her week-long confinement in the hospital could only mean one
thing.

That her
significant other had finally returned from his tour.

Sakura
shook her head, chastising herself. He wasn�t back, how could he back after
just a month? His line of work was so different from hers that it would be a miracle
for him to come back before the end of the year.

In fact, it
would be surprising if he ever came back at all.

They�d had
a really explosive spat: her penchant to leave the flat they shared when he was
in one of his brooding moods had irked him for so long that the sole view of
her hospital rucksack was enough for him to start arguing with his pink-haired
lover.

Of course,
she had countered readily, throwing in his face all those days in which she had
been ignored by his stress and weird quirks when he locked himself up in his
study, �looking for inspiration�, as he called his brooding periods.

He had all
but shouted angrily that he had a deadline to meet and he could die if he
failed to do so. She had yelled back ruthlessly
that her deadlines really meant death
for others, and if he didn�t understand that, maybe it was time for them to
take separate ways.

True, she
had been hurt by his selfishness; but he chose to bypass her frustrated face,
storming back to his study. But when he came back out ten minutes later...

She was
nowhere to be found.

Well, she
could easily be located at the hospital, but he tended not to enter that place
because he had had a few unpleasant encounters with representatives of her
profession, but the note she had found at the reception desk was clear and
short.

�Tch,� she
let out in annoyance. He wasn�t a man of words, certainly. The note only said
that he was leaving on the promotional tour. He didn�t even leave her an
estimated time of return, so...

It took a
call to her superior and a favor from one of her colleagues to collect several
cloth changes and seclude herself in the hospital, nesting her own office in order
to live there until her heart stopped hurting. She just couldn�t bring herself
to look for another place; she loved that apartment too much.

Therefore,
he was the one that needed to leave. However, she didn�t have the heart to pack
up his belongings and evict him in his absence.

Sakura let
out another sigh. At that very moment, she didn�t care if he was really back,
she just needed to sleep for at least twenty-four hours and recharge her depleted
energy. Until then, and only then, she could deal
with his hot-headed bitching.

The
elevator opened its doors, welcoming her with a soft ding. There had been a
time when her lover had amused her greatly by imitating that chime with a
mocking smirk, stealing a good deal of kisses from her in the period that it took the elevator to rise until their selected floor.
Those kisses invariably led to a frenzied urge, a few broken keys and a lot of
laughs from both of them as they tried to open their flat door while they
pulled their clothes off each other.

Sakura smiled
wistfully at the memories. Those encounters had been so full of passion that
they hadn�t cared that the wooden parquet floor of the large living room was
acting as their chosen location for their intercourses. Picking the correct
key, she swung open the door, finally entering her not so humble abode.

Her eyes
were drooping from general exhaustion and lack of slumber. Tossing the keys
onto the kitchen counter and the rucksack on the sofa, Sakura made her way
towards the bedroom, intent on collapsing on the bed and proceed to fall asleep
readily. She failed to notice the suitcase next to the sofa and the long, black
coat that was carelessly draped over one of the counter chairs. She missed the
set of keys that clinked when hers fell over it.

Also, she
failed to see the figure that turned eagerly to greet her but stayed silent
with it took in how tired she looked. She missed the eyes that followed her longingly
to the bed, detailing how she pulled her coat and her scrubs out as she lowered
her exhausted form into the warm embrace of the bed that a body had just left a
minute ago.

Sakura
missed the tall, lean man that crouched next to her almost unconscious form as
she slipped into deep slumber.

�Damn it,
yeah.�

She also missed the low curse that was charged with
frustration, worry and sadness.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-

But Sakura
certainly did miss the arm that wasn�t wrapped snugly around her waist when she
woke up and the warm body attached to it. She yawned and sighed again.

She was a
fool for thinking he had returned to her.

That was
why she had been lodging in the hospital in the first place; the flat was too
big for her and all the memories that were held within its walls were too
painful to remember when he wasn�t there, mainly because of the current situation.
She had admitted to her mentor that living with a hot-tempered artist was
anything but easy, especially when he pitched those frustrated fits when his
creations weren�t going the way he wanted.

Clad in
only her underwear, she padded to the bathroom as she stretched, hearing and
feeling her spinal cord cracking with the pressure. Satisfied, she entered the
bathroom, glad that she could take a bath in the large tub, relaxing and
pampering her body after a week full of stress and barely thorough showers taken
at the medic�s quarters.

Filling the
tub with hot water, she discarded her clothing and sank in the water, moaning
in bliss at the sensation of soaking warmth engulfing her body.

So
distracted she was with herself that she missed the smirk and clear blue eyes
that observed every detail as she leaned back against the tub, her eyes closed
in pleasure, finally relaxed and off-guard.

Truth be
told, he didn�t want to leave before working out the disgruntlement that had
transpired between the two of them, but his master and manager had been
adamant. His presence was required in the artistic tour in order for it to
succeed. That original gig had ensured an alternative advertising of his
creations, goading the media to his talent and finally making the critics acknowledge
him.

He had no
choice but to follow his master�s grumpy instructions, but he managed to go to
the hospital before going to the airport in order to see his pink-haired
surgeon for a minute, apologize for his stupidity and steal a deep kiss from
her.

His plans
were trampled, though, when he walked into the Emergency Section and encounter
quite an astonishing sight: Sakura with her white coat splattered with crimson blood,
her hands working frantically on a little girl�s body while she shouted firm
commands to her colleagues.

He could only watch her in her element as she tended to that victim
of a car crash: her little but sure hands, handling the needle and the scalpel
with such mastery that his eyes followed in blatant awe. Her hair was pulled
back into a long ponytail, pretty much like his own, while her eyes only showed
concentration and dedication. He saw passion, a very different passion than the
one she showed him when they made love, but passion nonetheless.

He had been
entranced with her performance, watching her grasp the pallets with such
certainty as she yelled the order for her team to back away while she dealt the
shock that triggered the little girl�s heart back into lively motion. A blur of
hands prepared the girl while her assistants whooped her welcome back to
clinical life, as his lover gathered the necessary tools to secure her
patient�s stay in this world.

Only when
she saw the gurney wheeling down towards the Surgery Rooms did she allow herself
a smile, before snapping her plastic gloves out of her hands, grabbing another
set of scrubs and trudging down the hall with one of her colleagues while she
joked briefly about little bangs that were miracles in their field.

His back leaned
against the wall as she walked away, unaware of his presence. That smile she
offered to her team spoke volumes of her passion. That smile showed gentleness
and happiness to the little girl she had just saved, showed that feisty
stubbornness that had held his attention since the first time they bumped into
each other on the campus, showed her caring side as well as the gruff and proud
affection she had towards her team.

It was
surprising how much emotions her smile could show, but his eyes were trained to
locate and identify all the myriad of sentiments that she could exhibit
unintentionally, so in tune he was with her.

After all,
that was a trait only couples that had been together for a long time possessed.

He couldn�t
wait for her to get out of the surgery, so he walked up
to the desk and waved to one of her assistants, asking for a piece of
paper. His hands had ached to write her a letter explaining his feelings; he
had wanted to express all the emotions he could see when she wasn�t unaware of
others, only focused on what she knew best: saving lives, dealing closely with all
death�s faces, healing and giving care without asking anything in return.

Instead of
pouring his feelings into that post-it that the nurse had given him, he just
scrawled where he was going to be for the next two months... deeply regretting
the curtness that seemed to radiate from the note when he re-read it, but his
time was short and his master�s angry screaming on the cellphone left him with
little choice.

His head
had banged against the desk in the hotel room in utter frustration when he
finally linked her nature to all the behaviors she adopted when dealing with
him. She had been nothing but patient with his angry outbursts since the very
beginning of their relationship, working his frustrations with a sweet, gentle
voice as he vented his ire at the professors and the critics of his works but
also shouting at him when his rants were beyond reason. Thanks to her
unorthodox therapy, he managed to cool down his temper enough to present his
final piece in the Art
Academy without a hitch,
eliciting whispers of admiration from the jury and ensuring him the ambitioned
first place on the contest that narrowed his path to success in the artistic
field.

Her own
graduation had been a complete accomplishment as well, but he only had had eyes
for the pink-haired Class President that pronounced a speech that left him
breathless. She was such a sweet, caring person who held a side of inner power
and determination, declaring a war against pain and decease and taking the
Hippocratic Oath on her Class� behalf under the waves of enthusiastic applauses
from family and friends.

She had
been magnificent, and he was nothing but eager to enjoy her giddiness and
happiness, observing all the changes in her expressive face while she laughed,
pouted or talked animatedly to her friends and parents.

It didn�t
take long for them to move in together, both professionals and successful in
their own fields. He opened a gallery and she joined the ranks of her mentor�s
hospital.

But routine
had taken possession of her life and his lack of recognition from the personalities
in his circle while she was acknowledged as a medical prodigy by her colleagues
had thrown them into a downward spiral that had exploded
with that awful argument, both ending up hurt and sad for all the words said
without thinking.

As he mused
all this, his hands went about preparing breakfast for the medic in the
bathtub, who had been seemingly napping by the time he finished gathering the
toasts, the scrambled eggs and started to prepare the black substance that both
of them loved dearly.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-

A pleasant
aroma filled her numbed senses, awakening her from
her leisurely nap. Raising her hand to her face, she noted with a grimace that
her fingertips had wrinkled because of her submersion in the tub water.

She just
didn�t want to get out of the tub, but that subtle aroma had picked her
curiosity... and the water had gotten cold.

Finally she
rose and dried her body and hair thoroughly, wrapping a towel around her
well-shaped form before sauntering out of the bathroom...

...and
promptly freezing at the sight that greeted her.

There he was, pouring two cups of beloved and praised black
coffee without spilling a single drop on the counter.

Sakura
blinked. Of course, this could only be a hallucination, she told herself
shaking her head. She had to be dreaming still; she had to be still submerged
in the tub... or the bunk she had in her office. Now she would wake up and find
herself shaken by a nurse because another emergency had hit the room and they
needed her presence as soon as possible!

�Good
morning, yeah,� he spoke, startling her and shattering all her pretenses of it
all being just a dream with his real existence
in her vicinity.

�Dei...
Deidara?� she whispered, eyes wide with surprise.

�Yo,� he
answered with that infuriating but sexy smirk of his. �I�m glad you remember
me, yeah.�

Finally
setting the cups on their respective places in their dining counter, he looked
up and stared back at her. She was only clad with that little white towel,
showcasing that lithe and soft body that he was obsessed with claiming since he
left. Her emerald-colored orbs were large with her surprise, as he had
envisioned they would be when she finally noticed his presence within the
spacious and luminous flat.

�...What
are you doing?� she blurted out, making obvious to him how off-guard he had
caught her.

�Breakfast,�
he replied, rounding the counter and allowing her to see his apparel: his
favorite black and red drawstring pants and no shirt on. �Hungry?�

She was
shocked into silence, but her brilliant mind started to kick back into gear
quickly.

�No,� she
said, still blinking but regaining focus fast enough.

But once
again he beat her to the punch. �So you�re not hungry, hmm?�

She drew a
deep breath, now completely awake. �Yes, but that was not what I meant. What
are you doing here?� she asked.

�Well, I
live here, for starters, yeah,� he drawled with an amused smirk. For the life
of him he just couldn�t picture how she could take over an emergency while she
looked so oddly off and incredibly cute in that moment if he hadn�t seen it
with his very own eyes. �My flight was canceled due to bad weather, so I had to
wait until they opened the airport again, yeah.�

�Deidara,�
she breathed, evidencing that she was back on her mental track. �What are you
doing here? I thought you weren�t
coming back.�

�Why
wouldn�t I?� he shot back, blue eyes widening slightly in surprise. �The
tour--�

�Yes, the
tour,� she cut him off sharply. �You were supposed to travel until New Year�s.
I thought that Sasori-san had you restrained.�

�Figuratively
speaking, he had,� he grumbled quite audibly. �But I couldn�t take it
anymore... I had to go back, yeah.�

Her bare
feet padded softly on the wooden floor, approaching him cautiously and finally
responding to the coffee�s call.

Climbing
awkwardly to the high stool without losing the towel, she promptly gathered her
hands on the warm cup as he sat next to her.

�So...�
Sakura began, not daring to look at those piercing blue eyes of his. �The tour
was canceled?�

The blond
man shook his head before swallowing the mouthful he had been chewing. �No,
they�re presenting in Hokkaido
tomorrow.�

She looked
up, stunned. �Then why are you here? You should be presenting with them.�

�I got
bored of all the presentations, yeah,� he waved his hand dismissively.
�Besides, I sold all my pieces already. There wasn�t much for me to do there
without a sample of my work.�

She let out
a little, strained smile. �You sold them all? That�s great, Deidara...
congratulations.�

�Thanks,�
he said with a fond but embarrassed smile of his own. He wasn�t oblivious of
the tenseness in her posture, the squaring of her shoulders, and the fidgeting
of her fingers on the coffee mug. She was still mad at him, whether she
acknowledged it or not. �When does your shift start?�

She seemed
at loss of words for a moment. �Uh... I have two days off,� she murmured,
somewhat disgruntled. And he knew why she was.

Deidara had
received a phone call from her mentor, Tsunade, telling him in no sugar-coated
polite terms that his significant other was camping in her office and refusing
to go home and rest properly. This had distressed him because he knew now how
Sakura worked; risking everything she had to save her patients, even if it
meant driving herself into severe burnout.

Therefore,
the blond artist had to gather all his pleading skills �which they were akin to
none� to ask Tsunade to order her home, because he was already at the airport
but he was stuck because of the snow.

The
matron�s voice softened when he told her that, proceeding to inform him of her
plan to drive her most prized student and medic away from the hospital, while
he agreed eagerly, asking for her to send the rest of the plan via mail. He was
completely sure he would be the one receiving the envelope, so he boarded the
plane mulling the scheme in his head, adding several details of his own.

And one of
those details was this breakfast.

Deidara
chose not to comment on her growing frustration of being kicked out of her
duties by her own boss, preferring to hide his smile behind the cup of coffee
and watch her steeling herself for the impending spat.

�Deidara, I
think...�

�Aren�t you
hungry?� he cut her off easily, rising from his stool. �I have something to
show you.�

The
knitting of her roseate eyebrows told him that she was about to snap.

�No,� she
said pointedly. �We need to talk,
Deidara.�

He lowered
his gaze to hers, taking in the smooth expanse of milky skin that covered her lean
limbs. Tsunade was right; she had been missing her meals more often than not.

And the
hospital food was anything but nutritious, despite what doctors said.

�Well talk,
yeah,� he finally conceded with a nod. �But first, let me show you something.�

Sakura
sighed exasperatedly, standing up from the stool. �Fine.�

The sudden
coldness in her voice almost made him wince. Walking to the secluded flat area
he called his study, he didn�t feel her following him. Turning his head, he saw
her under the sunlight of the panoramic windows, the white towel barely
covering her body while her arms were crossed on her chest.

�I don�t
have anything to look at in there,� she said
tersely. �Deidara, I�ve been thinking about us, and I think it would be better
if--�

In two
large strides, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, effectively
cutting her off. Staring at her angrily, he merely lowered his head and sealed
his lips to hers, shutting her up.

He kissed
her hard, pouring all the frustration he felt in his kiss. His tongue engaged
hers and challenged her senses in a battle for dominance that usually left her
breathless. But now it wasn�t exactly working, because all the tension that had
transpired between them was rapidly converting into heat and passion.

Sakura
moaned into his mouth, disarming her anger and awakening a feverish state she
knew very well. Deidara growled in approval, trailing his hands over her towel-covered
buttocks as he lifted her up and walked back to his study.

She wrapped
her legs around his waist, throwing every single coherent thought out of the
window as she let out all her bottled up feelings. She attacked his mouth
voraciously, her nails dragging trails on his naked back and her fingers
grasping at his long hair in a heated frenzy.

She felt him
placing her on a hard, cold surface, before his hands restrained her own while
he pulled back. Blinking to clear her haze, she locked her darkened gaze with
his.

�I came
back to apologize, yeah,� he said without preamble. �You were right. I�ve been
childish and selfish, but I didn�t know how much I was affecting our
relationship with my search for inspiration.�

�Dei--hmph!�

He dipped
his head and kissed her again, harder than before. She responded eagerly, but
her attempt was cut short when he pulled back again.

�I�m
sorry,� he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. �I had been too wrapped up
in my own work that I missed your own stress. I�m sorry, Sakura-chan.�

Her
shoulders drooped a little, showing that she wasn�t as mad as before.

�It�s fine,�
she said somewhat dejectedly. �I wasn�t exactly open about my stress.�

�You should
have told me, yeah,� he whispered with that deep voice of his, threading his
fingers on her long, roseate mane. �We are in this together, remember?�

She felt a
chill down her spine, the same chill that was the prelude of all their
encounters, but somehow his blue eyes told her that there was more to say, more
to express.

�Deidara...�
she trailed off, not really knowing what to say. He smiled at his little
pink-haired medic slash spitfire as he placed long fingers on her chin, turning
her head to the object that was next to her.

As if on
cue, the sun lighted inside his study, illuminating the little sculpture. It
was a clay figure of herself, dressed in a tunic and holding a caduceus in her
hands. The very epitome of her career and her calling, something she never
thought he would ever mold.

He always
molded birds and other animals, so seeing a sculpture of a human being in his
trademark clay style was... surprising, to say the least. Her breath caught up
when he reached out and turned the figure to her, showing that besides the
caduceus it had wings.

Feathery,
incredibly detailed, gorgeous wings.

�I made
this when I was away,� he murmured next to her ear, proceeding to tell her how
he had felt when he witnessed her passion when saving that little girl. A scrap
of post-it wasn�t enough to tell her how she had looked behind the stress and
the blood and the loud noise of the heart monitor. She had been magnificent, a
true warrioress, just like she had looked when she had when she pronounced that
speech that pulled at his heartstrings. He was such a sucker for the epic.

And now,
for the grand finale, soft emerald eyes looked back at him.

�It�s
gorgeous...� she said, offering him a shy smile. She would never know he had
lied, for this piece had been sitting on his study for a long time. The little
clay female had been molded after the first night they spent together when they
moved into the apartment.

But until
now, the piece had been incomplete. The caduceus had been added earlier during the
night, while she was asleep.

�It�s for
you, yeah� he said with that little smirk of his. �Sasori-danna wanted me to
sell it, but I wanted to give it to you. After all, it is you.�

�Thank
you...� she whispered, subdued. �But this doesn�t change anything, Deidara...
our worlds are too different, we knew this from the beginning.�

�I know,
yeah, but that doesn�t mean we can�t create a world of our own,� he replied.
�Your medical world has a lot of artistic insights, now that I think about it;
while my artistic world has certain things that need to be sterilized for sure,
yeah.�

His
long-fingered hands trailed around her waist, while his eyes stared fixedly at
hers. �And those two worlds combined make them one world. Our world. I love
you, Sakura-chan.�

The
emotional part of herself melted at those words. He was behaving like he did
back in college, when he had pulled all of those elaborated pick up lines that
seemed copied from Shakespeare or whatever author they read in the Art Academy.
And the worse part of the whole ordeal was that she always fell for his honeyed
tongue.

And there
was the fact of those three little words she had been expecting since he�d said
them the first time when he pulled her into a tight embrace, after their
graduation. She thought him too elated with his own accomplishment to take them
seriously. He had never told her about his feelings for her, because he
preferred to show her how much he cared for her by preparing breakfast, warming
the flat by lighting the fireplace... and apparently, molding a statue of her
as the female representation of the Rod of Asclepius.

Her eyes
suddenly stung with emotion.

�I... I
love you too, Deidara...� was all she managed to say before he brought his face
to hers for another stolen kiss, pouring all his feelings into the masterful
way of sweeping his tongue on her lips, his coveted way to ask for a response
from her.

A sigh
parted her lips as her hands went around his neck again, tangling her fingers
in his long golden hair as she kissed him back desperately, showing him how
much he had been missed, how much he had been yearned by her.

Heat was
suddenly coursing through their veins. His hand went up to cup the back of her
head, slipping his fingers between soft pink tresses as he deepened the kiss,
his other hand rising to the knot that secured the towel. Her hands weren�t
idle either; as one of them played with his hair the other one went straight
ahead for his sweatpants, rubbing him through the fabric and his hips came
alive on their own volition, responding to her presence and her motions.

Pulling the
towel and spreading it on the marble of his work table, pushing her down on her back to take a good look at his lover, Deidara
let out a hiss.

�You
haven�t been eating well,� he chastised her as his pants dropped to the floor
and his hips grounded her center, reveling in her warmth and moistness. �I can
see your ribs, yeah.�

�You�re
going to be the death of me,� she gasped feverishly, as his fingers and hands
started the random trail that she never seemed to get enough of. His hands were
so skilled, bringing her pleasure with merely a subtle touch. It was only
comparable to his tongue, and she found herself wondering what would happen if
his hands had mouths, snickering at her own perverted thought.

�Then I�ll
sculpt our mausoleum later, yeah,� he shot back, one of his hands finding her
center as his other served as support for his leaning body. He smirked into her
breast when he heard her cry out, celebrating his lapping and nipping
ministrations.

�Be
careful, the statue--!� she managed to say before arching to receive him.

�I�ll make
you another one, yeah,� he rasped before sliding into her body. She pressed her
hips back, absorbing the force of his thrusts. His long golden hair strayed unto
the table, mingling with hers as their mouths never left one another, kissing
and eating each other.

Her peaking
was as magnificent as ever, he thought with his
incensed eyes trained on her face as she shouted his name as she climaxed. This
was the ultimate form of art, an expression of the fleetingness of life. She
was the only one that matched his passion.

While he
hissed her name while joining her beyond the edge, he came to terms with the
steadiness and the everlastingness of what she wanted. She wanted certain
stability, something she knew he wasn�t able to give her.

Feeling her
hands around his own body, Deidara knew that she wasn�t expecting him to settle
for a steadier relationship that the one they had, but as he responded to her
subtle caresses and kissing her deeply, he found himself not minding a little
unchanging thing in his life.

�The
caduceus isn�t really a symbol of medicine, you know,� she murmured in an
amused, panting tone.

�Meh,� he
said, leaning back and bringing her with him into a sitting position, his hands
sliding and outlining her shape lovingly. �Too bad you didn�t choose being a
lawyer, because you would have made a beautiful Lady Justice, yeah.�

Well, he
wasn�t above to prove her wrong and surprise her again, he concluded mentally
as he saw the white-golden band with a green emerald hanging from the wrist of
the little statue.

After all,
Sakura always had said she loved surprises.

~ Tenna'
ento lye omenta ~
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