I smiled to her back, while she enthusiastic was busying herself around a small fir which would become our Christmas tree.
I shake my head, practically gigging, so she turned to me with an air of pure reproach.
«You are not funny» Ino zapped me, her lips frowning in a lovely pout. She used to hate that I mocked her and sometimes I tried to do my best to not give her troubles; but I actually didn't be able to do it, it was stronger than me: watching at her with her arms folded, a foot which knock on the floor, her long ponytail shaken by her nervous movements, her full and fleshy lips that yell at me to go to hell... it was a drug for me.
«You are a fool, instead» so I replied, arching elegantly an eyebrow «decorating Christmas tree in September... it's like celebrate Feast of the Assumption in January!»
«I organise myself early!» she uphold, blushed «I don't like be late» she illustrated in acid tone, looking at me askance.
I sighed: also if three years had passed, she couldn't forgive me for being late at our first date.
«I was just gone back from a mission, you know» I explained for the nth time, getting up from the comfortable armchair in which I sank.
She grumbled scornful and turned her back on me. I saw her bend over again to the garnishment crate to elicit some nasty little angles in china, then trying to anchor them at the top of the fir.
I couldn't stop myself from helping her; I wasn't able to stand if she hurt herself or she toil in vain.
«Everything is better in two, isn't it» I described, putting the garnish where she pointed. My voice pealed in the spare apartment. Our apartment.
«Also love is?» she whispered, naughty, before steal me a kiss, rose on her tiptoe. That was the only circumstance I allowed her to struggle.
«Especially» I laughed, kissing her more deeply.
She encircled my shoulders with her arms and got near to me, while I was pulling her closer.
It was ridiculous, the way she fitted entirely together with my shoulder blades, chest, legs, neckline, lips form, which had always pin for her.
She pinched from me with a smile and watched at me, her hands on my cheeks.
«Happy birthday, Shika» she blown on my lips. I laughed, watching her sceptically.
«You remember it just because tomorrow is yours» I retorted and she, shameless, nodded.
«Now I'm going to give you a present so gorgeous then you will inevitably buy me a ring!» she shouted out, taking off her violet t-shirt.
«What about a wedding dress?»
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