Hatake Kakashi was a very lucky man.
At this particular point in time, much of his luck lay in the fact that his wife wore next to nothing in bed. He watched Masako fling aside that blankets she had stolen from his side of the bed – silently, of course, as can only be expected from a kunoichi as skilled as she was – as she turned to burrow her face in his shoulder.
"Hmmm?," she murmured.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were thinking something, and interrupted my sleep." There it was, that light, teasing tone that used to so irritate him in their childhood days. Shifting so that he could wrap his free arm around her, he only smiled in response, choosing instead to gently trace patterns on the small of her back.
Just as she lifted her head, interested in seeing just exactly how he wanted to continue his careful exploration of her body, he decided to answer.
"I was just thinking," he said, mimicking her teasing tone, "that I have to meet my new genin team today. I'm sure that there's an old lady who needs help crossing the whole of Konoha before I do so."
"Does the old lady, by any chance, need to navigate the road of life? You're going to need new excuses soon, or people will stop pretending to believe you. For example, maybe you could say that your harpy of a wife demanded you stay and have a proper breakfast for once."
She kissed the corner of his mouth, moving to get up, only to feel Kakashi's arms tighten around her.
"Only if I make it. Don't think I forgot the laxative incident. If I had been anyone else I would've completely fallen for it."
"Jerk," she huffed as she fell back into bed. "I was twelve. How many ways do I have to apologize before you agree to never bring it up again?"
He gave her a smile, that smile, the one that he knew was her weakness, and all pretense of annoyance vanished from her face.
"When it stops being fun, of course."
At that, she grinned and pulled him in for a proper kiss.
It was only several hours later, when he was strolling to meet the three unlucky genin that he was probably about to fail, that he remembered something of middling importance.
Ah. We never did get round to eating breakfast.
Checking the time, he shrugged and made his way back to the town.
I wonder if Masako's in the mood for strawberries.