[Maybe it's always been easy to write Naruto off. He never seems to know what he's doing, at least not in the entirety of any one act, and it'd be a simple thing to say that this is no different. But he thinks with his body. He learns by doing- touching, moving, fighting, feeling- they're the best teachers he's had and the lessons he'd been able to commit to memory. Naruto knows, in the abstract, what they're doing. He knows it must look bad because he can feel Sakura not looking at him the same way he can feel Sasuke's gaze pointed nowhere else.
What keeps him together is familiarity. Sakura knows him- she knows him sometimes better than he knows himself. They have spent years as two fixed points, alternating around one another in fractured orbits- tilting hopelessly where Sasuke's gravity was meant to be and where they'd gone so long without. She holds him together. When he'd been too weak to walk, she'd carried him. She'll know he isn't trying to embarrass her or take advantage. That he isn't trying to make a fool out of her. She can't look at him and instead of fighting it, demanding to be seen, he lets her be.
One of Naruto's palms presses flat to the bow of her spine- the dip where it joins her hips, and his touch is like sunlight. There are only a few more poses to move through.]
Roll into me. [He says quietly, against her temple, where she won't have to see his face. His opposite hand rises, smoothing its way down the lean arch of her ribcage and line of her stomach to wrap around her thigh, easing her body towards him.] Lemme take your weight, Sakura-chan.
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What keeps him together is familiarity. Sakura knows him- she knows him sometimes better than he knows himself. They have spent years as two fixed points, alternating around one another in fractured orbits- tilting hopelessly where Sasuke's gravity was meant to be and where they'd gone so long without. She holds him together. When he'd been too weak to walk, she'd carried him. She'll know he isn't trying to embarrass her or take advantage. That he isn't trying to make a fool out of her. She can't look at him and instead of fighting it, demanding to be seen, he lets her be.
One of Naruto's palms presses flat to the bow of her spine- the dip where it joins her hips, and his touch is like sunlight. There are only a few more poses to move through.]
Roll into me. [He says quietly, against her temple, where she won't have to see his face. His opposite hand rises, smoothing its way down the lean arch of her ribcage and line of her stomach to wrap around her thigh, easing her body towards him.] Lemme take your weight, Sakura-chan.