Day 10: Gloves; SmokerHinaDrake
Hehehe kissing.
"You think she'll like these?" Drake gnawed his bottom lip. Smoker cracked an eye open from the bed on the other side of their shared room.
"Did you get Hina two pairs of gloves?" he raised a pale eyebrow at Drake holding up a pair of black gloves and another pair of deep red gloves.
"Well, yeah, one's from me and the other is from you," Drake stated matter-of-factly. Smoker blinked and sat up. It was common for Drake to cover crap for him, ordering dinner, writing notes, and other dumb shit but seriously?
"I got her a present," Smoker grumbled, looking affronted as Drake raised an eyebrow. "I did!" he glared.
"Really? What is it?" the knowing smirk on the red head's face was far too pompous. It was the same smirk he liked to give Zephyr-sensei when he knew he had done exactly what he had been told to and not an ounce more. And unlike Smoker, he could get away with it.
"Yeah, and I got you something too, maybe I won't give you yours though," Smoker reached for a cigar, snow falling outside the window. As he brought it to his mouth, the bed dipped under Drake's knee. In the light of the lantern on the dresser in the corner, his hair looked like a sunset.
"C'mon, don't be grumpy," he said, blue eyes sparkling as he climbed over Smoker's lap, sliding his knee between Smoker's thighs.
"You'll have to do better than that," Smoker murmured as Drake plucked the unlit cigar from between his lips.
"Is that so?" he whispered, brushing his lips over Smoker's ear. Smoker grinned and turned his head, capturing Drake's lips with his own, sliding a hand along his lower back. Drake hummed in appreciation, gliding his tongue along Smoker's lower lip.
The turning of the door handle made them freeze. Hina poked her head around the door and raised a delicate eyebrow as Drake flushed pretty pink right across his nose.
"Hina likes this," she said simply, stepped into the room and closed the door.
Notes:
What do you think Smoker got them for the holidays?