Love-in-idleness
A/N: Expect the new story to be up sometime next year.
"I'd like to think there is something for us better than this, but this isn't it."
Hatake Kakashi is attracted to… Wide hips, a sizeable bust, soft curves, and shy eyes are desirable qualities of any woman-combine all the four with an exciting personality and a way around the kitchen, you'd have the perfect partner. Add a little something about how to make a man's eyes water and an admirable level of stamina and-
He's not sure what he's attracted to, if he were to be honest, which is why he's lying beside a woman intent on boring into the wall with just her eyes. He doesn't take it against her, he believes she could actually do it, seeing as she's all sharp edges and taut muscle, hard bone and harder eyes. He yawns. It's still early in the night. He looks to her imposing form, half-curious at how she manages to keep steady as if nothing has transpired between them minutes before.
"Will you be honest with me?"
Sweet, post-coital silence is broken. He hears her sigh. It's not one of those sighs he'd imagine in a tender post-sex scene in erotica, but it's one of those sighs a teacher would give to an overly-eager student that has kept missing the mark, a sigh that goes hand-in-hand with disappointment, which is why he turns to her and reaches out to touch her; surely her sigh wasn't her true answer.
"Why?"
If her body was a sword, then her curt reply would be a quick cut that rips across his body. He hesitates before returning to lie on his back. He thinks to deny ever hearing her words and persist in his intention to coax a more favorable reply our of her-it's his ego, after all. He thinks to touch her, pull her close, kiss her neck and shiver in the cold welcome of her body.
"Go to sleep already."
Her ungentle answer and narrowed gaze prevents him, makes him think that she would sooner crush his trachea than beg for him to touch her.
This is, after all, just an exercise. No attachments. No intimacies.
He falls asleep without telling her goodnight, and in the morning he wakes to find her lying beside him.
She keeps her eyes closed and her body tense because she knows he's awake. He's gotten all the sheets to himself, after all, and the ruffling doesn't mask the feeling of his body leaning towards her.
"You lied."
She says before the still-warm sheets cover her form. When she shifts to the edge of the bed to stretch, he doesn't move. Instead, he watches. She wonders how his face looks like as he does, frowns; she doesn't like people watching her begin her morning routine. If she could, she would have just told him to leave immediately the night before. But she doesn't, which is why she turns to glance at him and say:
"You're supposed to be gone by morning."
It's almost seven in the morning. His work begins at seven-thirty. Hers begin at a quarter-to-eight. He knows this. She knows he's going to be late-he always is, but he doesn't mind. His concept of time is relative. He appears when he is needed, precisely when he is needed, and there's not much else to say. He values time, his time, and his time alone. He's always been a lone wolf. But that is no excuse to her. She hates to keep people waiting, hates to have wasted time, time that could have been spent on more important things, like getting dressed.
"Cruel." She hears him speak as she gathers his clothes from the armchair.
She replies, "How childish of you to think so."
When she turns to him, she sees him burying himself under her sheets.
She steps closer to the bed. "Please leave."
He doesn't move one bit.
She frowns deeper, a sour taste forming in her mouth, "You made them wait."
"I come when I am needed." She hears from under the sheets.
He is being stubborn. Lazy. Uncooperative. Such unattractive traits.
So she pulls the covers swiftly from his body before dumping his clothes on him.
She breathes in, clears her throat and speaks: "If you wish for me to be honest, then I will say what an unbecoming Hokage you turned out to be."
And when he jolts awake and sits upright with a look of surprise does she feel the relief.
She blinks once. "Leave now."
He hurries out her door, leaves without so much as a word as she immediately shuts the door after him.