Because there is never enough KakaAnko.
Dedicated to Japan. Deepest condolences from us, Indonesians. You're a strong country and you'll make it through.
Pleasure's a sin,
and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
"So, are we sinning?"
"No one can say so."
"Why?"
"Because no one knows that we are."
She smiled lazily at his standing figure. His game face was on, shirt straightened and vest zipped up.
"What?" he asked her.
"Nothing."
"You're smiling that weird smile of yours."
"I am so not."
"Yes you are,"
He couldn't help himself but to slide back to bed, faces inches away from hers, only to rub his cloth-covered nose along the side of her neck. He stopped at her bare collarbone and traced his way back to her earlobe.
"I told you to stop doing that," she playfully smacked his face away. "It tickles like hell."
"But I love your smell in the morning."
"What, of perspiration and foul morning breath?"
"Nope," he stood up, examining her form up and down, "of womanliness."
"Oh, ewww," she scrunched up her face. "Could you possibly be more disgusting? Seriously, that creeps even me out. You really should lay off the books."
He only shrugged nonchalantly, packing up his bag and carried it over his shoulder.
"So... I'll see you later?"
She propped herself up against the headboard, letting the covers slid down her chest and reveal everything down to her tummy. She noticed the apparent change on his expression.
"You're sure?" she replied, eyebrow raised, smugness radiated from her gleaming eyes. She'd get what she wanted. Always.
Kakashi glanced at the clock. Ah, well, he'd only be late for three hours after all...
end.
Told ya it was shameless. :3
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