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“Could you, uh, play with my hair, un?” the blonde asked you, his blue eye shifting over to you as he bit his lip gently. He lied beside you, something that the two of you rarely managed to get time to do as of late. Though his slender arm had been wrapped around you, the male could not help missing you, missing your touch. His blue eyes pleaded with you, the two of you already nearing slumber.
Though you felt the desire to chuckle, you simply allowed your lips to curl upwards as you moved your fingers to his tied up hair. Pulling the hair tie out of his hair, you allowed the long, flowing locks to fall messily against the pillow, before your fingers gently ran through the silky locks. Once you received a soft hum in reply, you found your lips curling upwards more.
“You know, I missed you, too,” you murmured softly as you closed your own eyes, focusing on the sensation of your boyfriend’s long blonde locks.
You gently wove the blonde locks over your fingertips, as gentle as possible as to not cause any knots. With each longer stroke you made through his hair, you could hear his simple hums, something that truly warmed your heart. As much as you wanted to shower your lover in kisses, this was something you could relish in while the two of you felt slumber overtaking you.
His slender arm pulled you closer as you continued, a gentle smile against his lips as he relished in your delicate movements. Barely above a whisper, Deidara breathed the words out to you, as if you would simply disappear. “I love you,” he whispered, “so much, un.”
You found your lips curling upwards more at his words, though your fingers did not stop their movement through his hair. As you knew he needed your touch as much as you needed the security of his arms, you relished in each and every stroke of his long locks. Neither of you felt too much for words at the moment, but the simple comfort of knowing you were there, at the same time, was something the two of you desperately desired.
“I love you, too, Dei,” you murmured, barely above a whisper as you continued to play with his hair.
The two of you both wondered how long it would be until one of you slipped off into slumber. Comfort surrounding the two of you, the desperate need for one another, fueled your tired hearts. Neither of you would speak of the last mission, nor the mission prior, simply glad to have one another in between it.
It was a waiting game for the two of you, both drifting off to slumber as you drifted into one another’s touch. Deidara’s blue eye closed, hums escaping his lips in approval as you stroked his hair gently. He had almost been like a cat, but as the two of you had not slept beside one another in months, it was to be expected. The blonde was someone who relished in every bit of affection the two of you could shower upon one another, and this was something you understood after over a year of dating him. During the day, he may have been the most explosive man you had ever met, but once the two of you could fall into one another’s arms, the two of you would fall in love again and again.
Exhaustion had been quickly taking your mind away as you still mindlessly allowed your touch to soothe your boyfriend, each stroke of his plush hair careful and gentle. It was something you had committed to muscle memory, almost as familiar to you as the love you shared. You listened as his breaths fell gently, his chest only lightly heaving as he melted at your comfort. Each soft hum that escaped his lips lulled you more, nothing but peace against your expression as you exhausted.
Sometimes, as you would lie beside him, you would wonder when the next time you would get this opportunity would be. Your relationship with the explosive blonde had gotten difficult over the span that the two of you would be away from one another, but you could not help loving the man with every fiber of your being. Often, you would push those thoughts away, simply reveling in the time that you had with him. As fleeting as it had always been, you had to grasp upon every last moment.
Criminals in love, the cliche had been so difficult for you to grasp. The two of you risked losing one another so often, every last mission risking one or another’s life. On top of the wondering, sometimes you would wonder if the blonde would hold you ever again. As you felt your mind slipping away from you more, you thought you would be the one to lose the battle to slumber this evening. Your strokes had gotten longer upon his silky locks, clearly tiring as you lied in his arms. Too comfortable to even open your eyes once more, you were willing to lose this battle if it would be in your lover’s arms.
With time, your fingers had simply been tangled in his silky blonde locks, shallow breaths as your mind blackened for the evening. Messily composed in a pile of comfort, the two of you had both fallen into slumber, neither knowing which of you had actually lost the battle first. A gentle smile still stretched against both of your faces as you slept in a perfect mess. Until the alarm was to rise the two of you, the two of you would be at peace in one another’s arms. As criminals, or simply as humans, the two of you would fall asleep knowing that this was where both of you belonged. The safety of one another’s arms was something you would look forward to until the next time you could feel this same comfort once more.