The Morning After

Rated: T

Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka

Summary: The morning after is a time to dwell and regret (KakaIru)

Disclaimer: Me no own

A/N: I was sitting in my bed early this morning and this story just popped up, so if you review please be nice

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The morning after is a time where you wake up in a foreign room surrounded by foreign sheets, and a warm foreign object nestled beside you. It's a time where you sit up and try wiping the wet brown hair off your face. You scratch your scarred nose and wonder, 'Where am I?'

The morning after is a time to groan as the headache starts kicking in and you realize that you'll be hung over. It's a time where you look beside you and you see a silver haired god sleeping next to you snoring softly. You look around to see that it is a different apartment.

The morning after is a time when you realize that you don't have any clothes on and neither does the silver haired jounin next to you. It's a time when you realize what you had done last night after you came home from the bar. You also realize you never went home.

The morning after is a time to dwell and regret, because you know that now that you are no longer a virgin. It's even worse when you realize you can't remember your first time. It was supposed to be something special right?

The morning after is a time you regret you wanted to remember because the memory starts flooding into your skull causing an even bigger headache. You groan and fall back onto the soft bed realizing it's even softer and more comfortable then yours.

The morning after is a time where you know you have to let go and get home. Try to forget that everything happened, and if Kakashi remembers you take his rejection easy. You take it easy like everything else because you know that no matter how much you wanted this…he probably did not. Taking it easy was the only way to protect your heart.

The morning after is time to suddenly feel a movement next to you. You feel a strong muscular arm wrap around your waste and something cuddle your side. You look down to see that the Copy nin snuggles against your bare side and whispers, "Love you 'Ruka."

The morning after is a time to smile and think, 'I could get used to this.'

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A/N: Please be nice and send me constructive criticism.