Taste


Sometimes when Anko wakes up after a heavy night of drinking, the only thing she has to remember Kakashi by is his taste.

It's in her mouth, you see; the leftover remnants of saliva and sake and sometimes the sticky texture of blood from a kiss gone too far are traced along by the rough edges of her tongue, and she knows he was there. She can taste him. She can taste the kisses he pressed on upon her lips, the subtle hint of alcohol mixed with dango and stale peanuts they picked up from the bar.

In all truths, it's actually rather disgusting. In amusement, she wonders if Kakashi's mouth tastes similar to her own…

Even so, she smiles.

Because as she brushes her teeth and spits the evidence of last night down the drain, she knows that she'll be doing the exact same thing with him tomorrow evening; maybe next time with a little less sake.

She wonders what it will taste like.


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