Kisame rolled over in his bed, preparing to wrap his arms around the petite figure that was usually right next to him at this time in the morning.
When all his hands met were sheets and a pillow, he cracked a sleepy eye open and looked around the small apartment.
Clothes were scattered over the floor from the night before, and the curtains were letting in a small stream of sunlight that fell over the small electric blue top that did not belong to Kisame.
He smirked as the memory of pulling the top off of the girl resurfaced and his gaze wandered the rest of the room.
He didn't realize that the shower had been running until the water turned off, causing his eye to flash to the bathroom door connected to the room.
The door opened and out walked a girl with long brown hair and yellow eyes in extremely baggy sweats and a tight tank top.
Kiri walked across the room in a sleepy stupor, swaying her hips unconsciously.
Kisame eyed the girl as she walked into the kitchen, which was still visible from his position.
He noticed that her hair was already half dry, giving the milk chocolate colored hair a wavy look that he was not used to. Her sweats were riding dangerously low on her hips, and the tank top had, unbeknownst to her, rolled up quite a bit, revealing a very large portion of her stomach and back.
Kisame smirked and licked his lips.
He wondered what she was doing up so early. Normally, after a night like that they laid in bed in the morning, enjoying each other's company.
He watched her get the milk from the refrigerator and the chocolate mix from the pantry along with a spoon from the drawer.
Naughty thoughts ran through his mind as she stood on her toes to reach a glass from the cupboard. The tank had rolled up even higher than her belly button by now.
Kisame wanted to growl, chuckle, purr; but that would alert Kiri to his awareness and he was enjoying the show immensely.
She poured the milk into the glass and then added the chocolate mix and stirred with the spoon.
Chocolate milk, hm? That's why she got up early?
She removed the spoon from the mix and picked up the glass in both hands; she turned around and leaned against the counter. She then raised the glass to her lips and began to drink.
Kisame couldn't take any more. As soon as the glass was empty and Kiri had turned around to set the glass down, Kisame was suddenly and silently behind the girl, wrapping his arms around her extremely exposed stomach.
He heard and felt her sharp intake of breath and he smirked as he lowered his head to her ear. He nuzzled it gently before whispering, "Now, why aren't you in bed, Kiri-chan?"
She relaxed in his grip and pointed to the empty glass.
"I was thirsty and craving chocolate milk," Kiri said.
"Craving?" Kisame asked.
Kiri shivered as his lips brushed against her bare shoulder and followed an unmarked trail up her neck and to her ear.
"Craving," he murmured in her ear.
She stood very still, even though she very much wanted to turn around and let the shark man taste for himself the chocolate milk that she had yet to lick off her lips.
"Do you know what I'm craving, Kiri-chan?" he asked as his sharp teeth nibbled on her ear gently.
"N-no," Kiri breathed and suddenly she was turned around, staring at Kisame's bare chest.
She squeaked as he lifted her up onto the countertop in a sitting position, her head against the cupboard from earlier.
He moved very close to her, so close that their noses touched, and if each of them breathed in air, their chests would touch as well.
His fingers trailed up the outside of her calves, and her eyes widened. His fingers reached her thigh, and then it was his hands that were moving along her hips. She gasped when his freezing cold hands touched the bare, but warm skin of her waist.
"I'm craving you, Kiri-chan," Kisame whispered before he pressed his lips against hers. She lifted her hands and let them rest against his chest. He smirked against her lips as her hands moved upward slowly, eventually wrapping around his neck.
He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around him. She held on tight as he held her bare waist again and lifted her off the countertop. Kisame walked into the bedroom and they continued where they had left off the night before, only this time with the taste of chocolate milk on their lips.