Drabble: Plan
Title: Plan
Author: treur
Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto
Rating: PG
Word Count: 313 words
Summary: AU Valentine's Day drabble
His long, pale fingers tap impatiently on the smooth mahogany desk, his dark eyes locking onto the slowly ticking clock as if it were the target and he were the sniper. A pile of papers is stacked neatly in the corner of his desk; his pens and pencils carefully lie parallel to one another in another corner; his Mac lies in the horizontal center of his desk; his sticky-note-reminders are placed in a checkerboard pattern on the right side of the desk; his phone is set parallel to his desklight which is parallel to the sides of his desk. His mousepad, though, is at an angle. Who says he was OCD?
His lips draw a thin line as the clock ticks past 12:00PM. He deftly flips open his iMac pro to resume work. His fingers fly across the keyboard as he types and types.
The clock hits 12:10PM and the office door swings open, clanging against the wall as a panting blond stumbles in.
“You’re late,” Sasuke comments, obsidian-blue gaze leaving the document-spammed screen to rest expectantly on the unkempt figure.
“Traffic,” Naruto replies sheepishly, hand casually reaching upwards to scratch the back of his head. He offers his boyfriend his wide grin, eyes crinkling at the edges, “But look on the bright side, I bet you got some more work done!”
Sasuke scowls, but all the same, he stands up, pushes his chair in, grabs his briefcase (after delicately placing his laptop into it), tells his secretary that he’s off for the day, and follows Naruto out of the building and onto the sidewalk.
As they walk down the skyscraper-framed street towards the nearby sushi restaurant under the bright glare of the afternoon sun, Sasuke grumbles, “You threw my brilliant Valentine’s Day plan out of schedule.” Naruto just grins and wraps his tanned hand around Sasuke’s long fingers, insisting, "You still love me anyways."
Author: treur
Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto
Rating: PG
Word Count: 313 words
Summary: AU Valentine's Day drabble
His long, pale fingers tap impatiently on the smooth mahogany desk, his dark eyes locking onto the slowly ticking clock as if it were the target and he were the sniper. A pile of papers is stacked neatly in the corner of his desk; his pens and pencils carefully lie parallel to one another in another corner; his Mac lies in the horizontal center of his desk; his sticky-note-reminders are placed in a checkerboard pattern on the right side of the desk; his phone is set parallel to his desklight which is parallel to the sides of his desk. His mousepad, though, is at an angle. Who says he was OCD?
His lips draw a thin line as the clock ticks past 12:00PM. He deftly flips open his iMac pro to resume work. His fingers fly across the keyboard as he types and types.
The clock hits 12:10PM and the office door swings open, clanging against the wall as a panting blond stumbles in.
“You’re late,” Sasuke comments, obsidian-blue gaze leaving the document-spammed screen to rest expectantly on the unkempt figure.
“Traffic,” Naruto replies sheepishly, hand casually reaching upwards to scratch the back of his head. He offers his boyfriend his wide grin, eyes crinkling at the edges, “But look on the bright side, I bet you got some more work done!”
Sasuke scowls, but all the same, he stands up, pushes his chair in, grabs his briefcase (after delicately placing his laptop into it), tells his secretary that he’s off for the day, and follows Naruto out of the building and onto the sidewalk.
As they walk down the skyscraper-framed street towards the nearby sushi restaurant under the bright glare of the afternoon sun, Sasuke grumbles, “You threw my brilliant Valentine’s Day plan out of schedule.” Naruto just grins and wraps his tanned hand around Sasuke’s long fingers, insisting, "You still love me anyways."