Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Naruto owns me! hehe
Times you can get away with it…the holiday Season
Her green eyes are large and bright. They are laughing up at him while her pink lips remain slightly curved in a demure smile. He quickly flicks his eyes a little to the side, intent on her cheekbone, before he is entrapped in those green jewels, sparkling with amusement at the ridiculous situation in which he and she have found themselves.
Unfortunately, even the pale smooth curve of her cheekbone is rather captivating, leaving him with no choice but to stare at the ceiling in feigned boredom, only to be confronted with the cause of this dilemma. The cause is a sprig of mistletoe, dangling from a strip of ribbon, coloured green and red in keeping with the season. The pale green berries shine like pearls, mocking his indecision, sneering at his suddenly clammy hands. He has never before noticed just how malicious a piece of vegetation can truly be when imagination is utilized sufficiently.
"It's ok, Sensei, you don't have to make that face," there is laughter in her voice as a small hand pushes playfully at his shoulder. The hand is small, yes, but it is also gloved in black, and he has seen this hand, clenched in a fist as it leveled a brick wall, and he has seen this hand, fingers outspread over his chest as green chakra re-knit torn muscle and skin. His gaze flicks back down to her.
"What face?"
She giggles, pure and carefree, and for a moment he thinks of that little child of twelve with her long candy coloured hair and flashes of brilliance, and he wonders how even the Sharingan had missed the instant when she became the powerful chuunin, the lovely young girl standing before him.
"That face. I said it's ok, you don't have to kiss me just because we're under the mistletoe, nobody's watching us Kakashi Sensei, we can get away with it."
Her words sink in slowly, turning and transforming and taking on a whole new implication.
"You're absolutely right, we can get away with it."
It seems as if he is agreeing with her, which is why, chuunin or no chuunin, she is completely caught off guard when he leans down.
Kakashi shuts all thoughts of her mouth from his mind, because that's a prize to be saved for a day that may never come; a day when he can sample it unhindered by his mask and fear of the consequences. Instead he aims for her cheek, and after a brief contact of cloth-covered lips against skin, he draws back slowly, inhaling the scent of jasmine that wafts around her, the tip of his nose skimming a line from her cheekbone to the tip of her own pert nose. There he pauses for a moment, entranced by her wide emerald eyes as they gaze into his at such close range, right before he smiles and whispers to her, nose to nose.
"Merry Christmas, Sakura."
Author's Note: Ok, a very unseasonable fic I know, but I actually wrote it around last Christmas time when the muse bit me, and I'm quite happy with it. KakaSaku forever!
