Anko rolled over, reaching out for the man sleeping next to her, but her fingers hit thin air. Her still groggy mind wheeled to process this and she shivered. She pulled the covers tighter around her naked body, trying to warm her ice cold blood. Had they been found out? Goosebumps rose all over the woman's skin as she struggled to think logically.

No, they couldn't have been caught; she most certainly would have been woken from her sleep. Anko's mind began to clear as she woke up better, and she calmed herself. 'Well, then where in the hell is he?' she thought, annoyed.

The doorknob turned, the suddenness of the noise making Anko jump. As she turned to look, a man tiptoed quietly into the room and over to the bed. He crawled in under the covers, careful not to jostle Anko's 'sleeping' form. "You awake?" he asked quietly.

Anko opened her eyes to glare at him. "Only 'cause you left," she said.

The man turned over onto his side so that he faced her. "Relax," he said, sweeping her purple locks over her bare shoulder, "I just went to the bathroom."

"Well, from now on, you're not allowed to do that while I'm here," pouted Anko. Then, her look turned feral, "I'll just have to teach you a lesson."

Laughing, the man kissed her lightly on the lips. "You know I'd like that too much for it to be a punishment," he said.

"Nobody ever said that it would be a bad lesson," said Anko as her hands began to wander down his bare chest.

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The two collapsed together onto the mattress, and Anko laid her head on the man's chest, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly. "Konohamaru," she whispered, "When are you turning eighteen?"

Konohamaru drew in a breath, "You know that answer Anko, not for another year yet."

"I know," the woman answered, "But I was hoping that I heard wrong the last time. I can wait for that to happen; it would change things too much."

"It's not a bad thing," he said, "What we're doing wouldn't be illegal anymore."

There was a long silence. This was a conversation that happened often, and both shinobi knew what was going to come next.

Konohamaru wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Anko, when I turn eighteen, will you marry me?" he asked slowly.

Anko bit her lip and buried her face in the younger man's chest. Just this once. She wanted to be able to say yes this time, she wanted it so badly. 'Don't be stupid!' she screamed at herself for the thousandth time, 'Just tell him yes this time!'

"No Konohamaru," she whispered, "We've been over this before." She felt him sigh, and wished again that she was strong enough to let things change, but she wasn't. For now, their awkward, illegal relationship was good enough for her. If things changed now, the woman feared that she would loose the only person that she had allowed herself to get close to since being betrayed by Orochimaru, and she couldn't take that.

For now, things worked. Hey, nobody ever said it was right, in fact, Anko knew it was wrong more than anybody. But then again, she had never been one to do things in a normal way at all.

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This is the next story in my quest to prove that you can write any pairing if you want to badly enough, if you would like to help with that, message me! Reviews please, I smile whenever I get a new one.

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