High Expectations (sasunaru)

9.

"You are...my fire," I sang ever so smoothly, sitting beside the blond as I delicately pressed my chin against his shoulder.

"Sasuke stop," he warned, turning my way.

"The one...desired," I smiled.

"Sasuke," he mumbled through gritted teeth.

"Believe..." I hummed, wrapping my tender arms around his torso. The frustrated blond sat with his arms extended behind him, holding him up as his lanky legs were spread across the large chalky towel. I laid beside him with my chin resting above his broad shoulder as my legs were overtopping his thighs. A chill ran down my spine as the warm wind ran past us, lifting the particles of sand in soft swirls before it simultaneously brushed our textured skin. The ocean waves chimed through my ears as the wings of tired seagulls flapped their way past the horizon. The sky was somber while tiny rays of green and blue cut past the unwanted massacre of the night. The towel was useless and failed to be our harbor when large patches of sand were scattered across the old piece of fabric. My feet were buried past the white contaminated rocks while my toes meshed between them.

When meeting his eyes, I felt goosebumps rise from my wrists to my shoulders. His soft, sapphire irises beamed so fiercely, that I could've mistaken them for the rings of Saturn. The wind blew his hair towards the south as a few platinum locks tickled my forehead. The longer we looked into each other's eyes, the more my heart began to melt. His sultry lips curved into a grin as my smile grew behind his.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"Those aren't the lyrics," I spoke softly, glancing at his lips, "wanna choke on sand?" I threatened, maneuvering my hand off his torso to grasp a large fist of divine rocks.

"You wouldn't dare," he grinned.

I raised my arm and watched as he slowly surrendered and laid flat against the towel. I positioned myself above him and chuckled wholeheartedly as his eyes were shut in fear. He pressed his hands over his face in an attempt to shield him from my power as he peeked an eye through a tiny space between his fingers.

"You give up so fast," I laughed, trapping him below me as I laid my sanded fist against the ground.

He narrowed his vision as reality knocked him speechless, furrowing his brows in predicament, "you just wanted an excuse to get on top of me, huh?"

"And what if I did?"

"You horny bastard," he mumbled, shutting his eyes with a sigh.

"I love you too," I whispered sincerely, lowering my eyelids with a kind smile before I pressed my lips against his.

I subconsciously tightened my grip around the soft object I held as it tickled my skin, nuzzling into the dainty fabric as I felt my lips tug into a smile. I shifted my legs and felt a chilly cloth graze my frame, flopping and curling as I bent my knees to my chest. I slowly blinked my eyes open, unblurring my vision as I immediately laid my eyes upon an exasperated figure, who was sleeping soundly, on a mattress two feet away from me. I parted my mouth for a breath of air and squinted my eyes. My lips were chapped and my palms grew sweaty while four raven locks tickled my forehead.

I looked down at the object I found within my hold, resting my elbows against it in disbelief as the violet pillow caught my sight. I inhaled through my nose and scrunched my face as I felt my nostrils sting from the lack of air I received. Nonchalantly shutting my eyes, I took a moment to appreciate the silence before I abruptly dug my face into the pillow. Goddammit.

Why in the world was I having such dreams? I wanted them to be real in such ways that I could feel the texture of his skin against my fingers, smell the citrus from his detergent and feel my face begin to burn from the placement of my forehead against the crook of his neck. There was no one in this world I wanted more than him. I had never found myself falling for an individual at such extremes. If any one moment in time anchored my soul, creating a tether to this plane of reality, it was the moment I first laid my eyes upon him, realizing that our connection was far from nothing. How could I not love who he is? A charming and charismatic being who appreciated me, how in the world can I possibly sustain myself?