Food Play

By: Sneaky Cat

Disclaimer: Own Naruto? Heh... I wish...

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Anko

Warnings: OOCness, no plot, random sillyness, drabbles and suggestive uses of food.

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A soft thunk.

Another wooden spike hit the post and Anko grinned in amusement. Smiling triumphantly to herself, she slid another dango off its stick with her teeth, thoroughly enjoying the taste.

Kurenai had once asked her why she liked dango so much.

Well, for one, they were delicious. Portable, warm, tasty and even useful at times. Those sharpened wooden picks could be downright deadly if used just right.

Anko smirked to herself, a truly satisfying memory popping into her head.

Sometimes they even invited some interesting attention. It was a pity that so few people noticed.

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