[ Objectively Sasuke knows it must have been impossible for Naruto, who reaches for people so easily, to be as stilted as Sasuke is in a situation like this. Naruto, whose light has pulled so many people out of the dark, just like Sasuke himself. It isn't often he is reminded so sharply of what those few years apart did to the three of them: that where Sasuke ran away these two only grew closer.
He can see the color rise in Sakura's cheeks when Naruto's profile vanishes into her hair, telling her something Sasuke can't hear from his separate position. He watches the way Naruto's thigh fits snugly between Sakura's legs and the way her grip tightens on him so she won't fall over when Naruto takes most of her weight.
Sasuke exhales shallowly, a tremble of heat on the tip of his tongue that makes him cinch his jaw and swallow before it can morph into a sound. He has the fleeting thought that this kind if intimate, sensual dance between his wife and best friend is something that should make him jealous as an outside observer. Instead, he is too aware of his heartbeat and the warmth pooling low in his body, of the painfully slow grind of the mural sliding aside behind him. ]
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He can see the color rise in Sakura's cheeks when Naruto's profile vanishes into her hair, telling her something Sasuke can't hear from his separate position. He watches the way Naruto's thigh fits snugly between Sakura's legs and the way her grip tightens on him so she won't fall over when Naruto takes most of her weight.
Sasuke exhales shallowly, a tremble of heat on the tip of his tongue that makes him cinch his jaw and swallow before it can morph into a sound. He has the fleeting thought that this kind if intimate, sensual dance between his wife and best friend is something that should make him jealous as an outside observer. Instead, he is too aware of his heartbeat and the warmth pooling low in his body, of the painfully slow grind of the mural sliding aside behind him. ]