| [Jan. 18th, 2009|03:39 pm] |
"Yeah, both," Genma agreed. He held his breath when Raidou shifted, leaning into his touch. The tension peaked for a second, then vanished. Suddenly they weren't in a jail cell, and Raidou wasn't on the verge of a break. He was drunk and exhausted, and safe. Genma felt the weight of that trust as heavy as Raidou's head against his hand.
A weight that felt right.
He shifted slightly, leaning back against the wall, stretching lanky legs out in front of him, and reached his bruised right hand across his lap, resting it against Raidou's on his thigh. Fingertips overlapped, nothing more.
"Get some sleep, Rai. I'll keep first watch." It seemed an almost meaningless offer in an otherwise unoccupied Uchiha jail cell, in the heart of Konohagakure. Meaningless but crucial just the same.
A soft, drowsy sigh answered him, warmth and moisture ghosting across his palm from Raidou's parted lips. A booze-scented whisper of breath.
Genma looked down at his friend, his comrade, his partner, and felt the ache in his knuckles ease just a little. It's the heat of Raidou's face, he told himself. It's the heat. |
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