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Eri was, as always, faithfully working and writing up a letter that Naruto had -some what- dictated to her when the door to the office was thrown open and her lover cockily strode in, a wide grin on his face that immediately put her on guard. He came up and leaned against her desk, plopping a plain white box down in front of her on top of all her neatly written out and tidy paperwork, and smirked.
"Soooo... Do you know what today is?" He asked her, and after sending him a perfectly blank look Eri merely proceeded to work around her new obstructions, managing to ignore the box sitting before as if it weren't even there.
"Yes, Kiba, I believe I do. It is Thursday." She answered simply, not even bothering to look up from one of the mission rosters she was now cataloging.
"And...?" He prompted, Akamaru beside him now thumping his tail in their joined excitement.
"...And it is sub-sandwich day in the cafeteria." She said after a moment of prompting. "I believe I'm going to have the turkey with tomato, ranch, and spinach, if you're interested."
Kiba rolled his eyes at her and pulled the papers out of her hand -a dangerous act, but one that needed to be done if he had any chance of her actually paying attention to him.
"No," He said, figuring that it would be best to stop beating around the bush now that he had her attention and before she decided to stab him in the leg with an ink pen for interrupting her work. "It's Valentine's Day. You know, hearts and roses and all that shit? So here," He said, shoving the box towards her. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Eri snatched her paperwork back and stared at him a moment, unmoved, before turning her attention to the box. It was to big to be flowers or "all that shit", as Kiba had so eloquently put it, and she didn't have any hints to go by since it was just a plain white box, so with a sigh she pulled the lid off.
She had expected what all of her past "loves" had gotten her on the Valentine's Days she had participated in; stuff like perfume or chocolates, sparkly jewelry, lingerie, and even a purse once, but this was none of those things. These were sex embodied in the form of two black slim heeled platform stilettos, thin straps criss-crossing and joining together just before the toes and going all the way up to the ankle.
She knew without asking that he had got them from the shop that had always made the clothes for her clan, and just like all the other heels she owned she knew that these would have a compartment hidden beneath the toes and that with little prompting from her chakra a deadly and unseen blade would flick out from her heel, coated with poison.
"How did you know where to find these?" She asked, knowing that the woman who made them was a closely guarded secret her family kept and allowed very few to find out about.
"I didn't. I asked Shino for some help and somehow -I don't ask questions anymore- he knew about that little old lady's shop."
"What did he get in return?" She asked, seeing from the grimace on his face that it hadn't been a purely selfless act.
"He wanted to know some stuff about my sister and things she... likes." He scowled and muttered something about traitorous best friends trying to get into his sister's pants, but Eri ignored him.
She hadn't really expected him to participate in the little lover's holiday -other than the special sex part that was usually expected- but then he had to ruin it and get her a present when she didn't have anything for him. Not only that though, he had gotten her shoes.
The bastard.
Carefully replacing the lid Eri stood up wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him soundly stupid. He tried to move closer but was hindered by the desk, and when Eri finally pulled back they were both breathless.
"I didn't get you a present," She finally managed after a few moments, "But I can give you one, if you'd like." Seeing the grin and the glint in his eyes Eri pulled back and gave him a hard glare. "Not in my office, Kiba."
"I could make Akamaru stand guard."
"No."
"But-"
"No. Now are you going to listen to me or not?" He sighed and nodded, obviously pouting at the thought of not getting any office sex.
"Now, go to my apartment and go into the second bedroom closet. Pick out whatever you want." Kiba stared at her for a moment, puzzled.
"Why do you want me to go into your closet and pick out one of your suits?" He finally asked, and Eri shook her head.
"The closet in the other bedroom. The really tiny one." Seeing that he still wasn't understanding, Eri decided to add the rest, even though she had wanted to surprise him. "Kiba, do you really think that after twelve years of being a seductress I didn't pick up any outfits or special lingerie of the like? I couldn't just throw all of that away, so I just kept it all separate from my regular clothes since everything I owned wouldn't fit in one closet."
Seeing his eyes light up in understanding and an almost childlike joy and wonder -like a kid at Christmas- Eri nodded.
"Right. You can pick out one, do you hear me? One. And it's only for special occasions or when I think you deserve it, so don't expect me to do this all the time."
She had barely gotten the last word out before he was hurrying out the door, obviously eager to see what she had hidden in this second closet of hers.
Eri chuckled in amusement and sat down to finish her paperwork, wanting to get done before Kiba got too carried away.
A quick shout out to Sumiku Agaishi who made my day with his (or her, I'm bad at assigning gender rolls to my readers, so if I got it wrong I appologize) review by calling me Goddess-san (so happy! I love this!), calling himself a lurker of the dark and playing with his beard. You keep rocking your rad self, you sexy beast you!