θ.1 - promises, promises
~ sometime in the future ~
"I'm not sure why this always happens to me," Kakashi grumbled suddenly while lying on their shared bed, knee recently wrapped by Ino (Kakashi had refused to go to the hospital and Sakura was still on a mission). Icha Icha Violence lay spread open and covered the sulking jōnin's face, as if he'd read the novel so many times he'd progressed to the point of somehow being able to absorb the erotica's content through osmosis.
"Old age?" Naruto remarked cheekily from the doorway, leaning on the frame as she wiped her hands on a towel.
Kakashi eyed her from above the book, both eyebrows raised in affront. "Pardon?"
"I mean, you're forty, which is like, basically ancient." Naruto waggled her eyebrows and stuck out her tongue. "You already have the white hair."
At this, Kakashi deigned to move the book off his face and sit up. "Excuse you, I am thirty-eight and in the prime of my life." He squinted at Naruto, muttering "also it's silver, thank you very much."
Naruto let out a laugh at the old gripe as she wandered over to bend down and gently place a kiss on Kakashi's uncovered nose. "Dinner's ready."
Kakashi sniffed the air. "You put eggplant in the soup?"
"Just for you," Naruto smiled.
Kakashi looked at the bedroom door, which (in his current overwhelmingly comfortable position) seemed oh-so-far away, and then back at his partner. "Can we eat in bed tonight?" He asked hopefully, a touch of a whine bleeding into his tone.
"You just don't want to move, you big baby," Naruto laughed.
"Hey," Kakashi complained with a put-upon hurt voice. "I can't be a baby and an old man at the same time."
"Of course you can, you big old man baby," Naruto said as she headed towards the door, picking up the towel she had put aside during the course of their conversation. Before she got very far, however, Kakashi's hand shot out to grab a hold of her wrist, tugging her towards him so that she fell onto the bed besides him. He maneuvered her under him so that he straddled her, his face looming over hers close enough that his hair tickled her forehead.
Their breaths intermingled.
"And what does that say about you, hmm?" Kakashi murmured. "Considering you married this old man baby."
Naruto smirked as she brought her arms around Kakashi's neck, pulling him closer. "It says that I have terrible, terrible taste." Kakashi's hands crept under her shirt, running up and down Naruto's sides as she bridged the gap between their lips, kissing him thoroughly for a brief moment before pulling back, leaning her forehead against his. "Also, that you obviously have enough energy to eat dinner properly." Naruto flipped them both around so that she sat on top, being sure not to jostle Kakashi's still-sore knee. She then leaned down to give Kakashi one last kiss, cheekily swiping a lick across his bottom lip before getting up, offering Kakashi a hand after having done so.
Kakashi looked at the hand forlornly. "Aw, I liked where that was going."
Naruto pulled Kakashi up forcibly. "We'll see about after dinner, but I didn't slave over a meal just for it to go cold."
"After dinner?" Kakashi inquired hopefully as Naruto lead him out of the bedroom.
"Sure," Naruto winked. "It's a promise."
prompt: you could stretch it.
notes: okay so I actually had this written/typed a while ago.
but I try to have the chapter after the next fully written before posting the next one.
except the next one just keeps growing... so I'm posting this now to motivate me to finish it haha
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extra notes this time because I was too lazy to last time lol. honestly, check it out if you have questions about the numbering system, my plans for this fic, sneak peaks of the next chapter, shit like that. although I don't write this for reviews, reviews are love! (and they definitely get me motivated to write faster ;])