First Impressions
Chapter One
Kakashi/OC
The first time she met him, she was at work.
She sat at her desk, filing, as usual. Her short black hair was spiked and tinged blue, staying out of her face like good hair did. Her eyes had gold contacts in today and she had a black surgeons mask over her face, with little metal plates on it. Silver necklaces swung around her neck. She wore a bright blue tanktop, a white unbuttoned dress shirt, black baggy jeans and emergency orange high-top converse.
Kakashi walked up too her, ignorant too her strange appearance as he hid behind his manga. When she noticed him, she looked up, eyes wide in surprise.
"Good book, though not many would choose too read it public," she commented. Kakashi looked up over the edge of his book at her, and couldn't help quirking a brow at her… striking… appearance.
"Yes, well, I happen to be one person, not many," he retorted good-naturally, noting too himself that she had just openly admitted she read the book.
"Good point," she said, nodding, not sure how too argue with that. "Now may I ask: what do you want?"
"Yes."
She sighed. She had work too do. "And will you answer?"
"Maybe," he replied. She rolled her eyes, decided too ignore him, and returned too her filing. He leaned down on the desk, stuffing the little orange book in his pocket.
"So what's your favorite issue?" He questioned. She ignored him. He rolled his eyes. "Favorite character?" A little blush crept along the edge of her ears and he chuckled.
Kakashi decided that since she was going too ignore him, he was going too make it as hard as possible. He leaned forward a little farther and with his forefinger traced a line along a muscle in her neck that led too her collar bone. She was slender, a pretty kind of natural slender, not the kind that ninja get. For some reason, Kakashi loved this. He reveled in the… well, not normalcy, but non-ninjaness of this girl. He'd been watching her for weeks now, since the first time he had noticed the new employee Tsunade had put into the jounin offices.
He'd never spoken too her until now, but he knew well enough a few things about her. She ate teriyaki chicken-stuffed onigiri everyday for lunch. She worked late until all her work for the day was done, and never fell asleep. Her favorite colors were blue and purple, and she had a thing for jewelry. She wore a lot of tank tops, and always managed too dress modestly. Not a slut. She was tougher than she looked, since he'd seen her and Ibiki discuss an ANBU mission's report once, and she hadn't even flinched. She carried daggers in ankle sheaths, and knew how too use them as she proved when Genma had tried too shove his hand down the front of her shirt when he came in drunk. Unfortunately, he'd never caught her name, having watched her from the other side of the room.
She shivered at the sensation of his finger down her neck, but continued filing as if he hadn't done anything. There was a gigantic stack of paperwork for her too file, and a larger one of stuff for her too type into the computer. She would be working for a long time, and Kakashi had nothing better too do. Yay.
After spending at least fifteen minutes tracing his finger along her neck, almost touching her, but not quite, he decided he'd lick his finger, then trace it up her neck. He did so, and she squeaked in response. Kakashi chuckled in satisfaction, but stopped, frowning, when she continued on filing. The frown quickly morphed too a grin, as he blew hot air right where he'd just laid a wet trail, all the way too that special spot where the ear and neck meet in a tender depression in the skin. She jumped, and squeaked, hands flying too her ears.
He caught one of her hands, and started playing with the lines in it, occasionally licking it, long and slowly, causing her to shiver. Her hands were soft, but the depression of calluses was obvious. He glanced at the bottle of lotion on her desk.
Smart girl.
He had been teasing her for at least an hour now, and she was proving almost painfully stubborn too both of his minds, the ones up and below, when Asuma walked in. She didn't even glance at Kakashi, and turned a bright smile too Asuma that begged "save me". Asuma quirked a brow, puffing his cigarette with it still in his mouth. He glanced at Kakashi. Kakashi just grinned, and sucked on her middle finger. She shivered, eyes closing for a second, before turning back too Asuma.
"C-Can I help you, Asuma-s-sensei?" She forced out, holding her voice together remarkably well. Kakashi was surprised. Most woman did not have her endurance.
Asuma shook his head. Kakashi's antics were crazy, too say the least. He was probably torturing the poor girl.
"Yeah. I need help with the mission paperwork for my squad. Never had a chunin before."
"A-Ah!" Her voice quicky went from controlled too a half shout when Kakashi bit down on her neck. She pressed a hand too the bite mark, and whirled in her chair too glare at Kakashi like he was the scum of the Earth.
"What in the world do you want?!" She snapped, yanking her hand from him. He let it go, getting what he wanted. He smiled like a Cheshire Cat.
"You're attention."
That stopped her for a second. Her rage flare quieted down from her confusion.
She brought up her glare again. She had too practice. It was too good a glare for casual. Though, this was far from casual for her, Kakashi mused.
"Why?" She practically growled out.
Asuma waited by the desk, completely at peace, and enjoying the show. He had a feeling that Kakashi had been going at this a while.
Kakashi shrugged. He personally had no idea, except that she fascinated him as much, if not more than, his book. He decided on the easiest one too understand that most likely wouldn't scare her, or make her kill him. "I had nothing better too do."
She rolled her eyes.
"Touch me again, and you will regret it." Kakashi quirked a brow.
"You'd take on a full-fledged Special Jounin after seeing our paperwork for four weeks?" He was mildly surprised, and excited.
She grinned. "You really think Tsunade would put me in here if I didn't know how too defend myself? I'm an X-jounin, thank you very much." She smirked, deviously. "Besides, woman always hold power over men." Asuma spluttered, but Kakashi smiled playfully.
"Really? Prove it." She shrugged, as if too say "you asked for it", and climbed over the desk in a fluid swinging motion that made Kakashi want too see what else she could do with those hips.
She swaggered up too him, hips swinging suggestively. She pressed her front against his, and slid one hand up his shirt. He backed into a wall, not caring Asuma was watching. She buried her face in his neck, breathing low and hard, and then surprised the fuck out of him.
She slid her other hand down his pants faster than he had time too react too, and gripped him, not hard enough too hurt, but enough for him too throw his head back and moan, knees buckling in the surprised pleasure. She pulled away, grinning, proud of herself. She dusted her hands off and looked too Asuma, as if completely unaware Kakashi was on his hands and knees, panting, face flushed with embarrassment and other things.
"So let's start on that paperwork, shall we?" She said, turning to smile oh-so-pleasantly at Asuma.
Asuma nodded, licking his lips.
"Remind me never too cross you." She smiled wider.
"You won't need reminding, trust me."
"Yes ma'am." She smiled casually.
"Call me Claire."
Kakashi did a little victory dance in his head. They hadn't even gone on a first date yet, and he got her name, and her too touch him down there, no matter how unexpected.
Claire turned her head and winked at him, as if she knew.
Kakashi looked away, groaning. He needed an ice bath.