Happy Spooky Season!

Ok, I couldn't resist! I love witches and Halloween! I had this idea of swimming for months. I wanted to just get something out! I haven't decided if I will write this in chronological order or not. This just wouldn't leave my brain. So here she is...

Enjoy - The Redd Queen

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Chapter 1: Bubble Bubble

Relationship Status: Married

Kakashi quietly opened the sliding door to his home after a long mission, his shoulders slightly slumped with exhaustion but his face calm. The cold night guided him towards the secluded entrance to his home. The musical from the nighttime orchestra made of frogs and grasshoppers excitedly rang in the open yard of various trees, herbs, and plants. The bag he carried felt like bricks in his hands. His mission report…like a boulder. He would normally crawl through the window or find another way into his home but tonight was different. He was tired. Kakashi's exhaustion ran deep, a weight that clung to every muscle and thought. The mission had been a grueling number of days spent tracking elusive targets through rough terrain, nights without proper sleep, and always on edge. His body ached from the relentless pace he set for the team. The pace was only arduous because of his selfish desire to come home. His mind, usually sharp and alert, now felt clouded, like a fog had settled over it, making even basic thoughts sluggish. But now…he was home.

Home.

The quiet comfort of home is the only thing that kept him standing. It was quite a contrast to how he felt in his early years. This house was once a reminder of his losses. Of love snatched from him before he knew what it was. Before he understood the ramifications of war and ninja life. The blood that soaked the floors and stained the wood taunted him. He vowed to never come back to the grounds. It's cold empty rooms and empty grounds serve as a long chamber echo of disparity and misfortune that followed the Hatake Clan. Now, that was no longer the case.

His eyes looked about his ancestral Clan home. It was now filled with joy. The stains of blood and melancholy gone and replaced with enchantment. The house he had originally abandoned and callously offered to the woman now occupying his kitchen. Hardwood floors covered in various fur rugs were everywhere. Several couches and lounge chairs made up the family den. Odd baubles and ninja-related gear were tucked neatly between books on the shelves. The scent of his pack and mate served as a balm to his soul. Throw pillows were stacked neatly about the space. Photos of their precious people and pack were framed and draped across every wall in the cozy den. Smiling faces of his old and new teams. Of milestones and birthdays. Of silly moments and ridiculous experiences captured in film and framed meticulously so. His eyes came and rested on a big photo in the middle of them all. He and his wife sitting outside surrounded by his dogs.

The faint smell of his favorite meal permeated the air. Grilled fish with herbs and steamed rice drifted from the kitchen, pulling a soft smile to his lips. Spices and other ingredients drifted through the house welcoming him as he drifted closer. His eyes wandered around the front room seeing how tidy the large room was. His favorite things conveniently set out in arms reach. The familiar orange cover of his favorite book from his beloved Icha Icha Series was left next to the soft heather grey blanket they shared on the worn couch. Next to it sat another bright red book with a bow on top. He leaned over and grew excited to see an addition to a new series he was exploring. On the refurbished coffee table sat a glowing purple orb floating in the air next to a massive open spell book. He shrugged off his green flak jacket and mask, hanging them up in their usual spot, his weariness starting to melt away. His eyes flickered on the open page before him.

As he stepped towards the kitchen, he could practically hear the gentle hum of magic in the air. It was now familiar and comforting. Before it gave him heart palpitations. His mind reeling about what crazy new experience he was going to encounter. One never knew with his wife and students. Rounding the corner, he spotted her, her back to him as she stood at the stove, stirring a pot. Her curly dark pink hair seemingly floated around her frame. The color caught the flicker of candlelight she'd conjured to set a cozy ambiance. The fish sat on the heated surface next to a pot of rice. A few herbs float lazily in midair above the pot, occasionally dropping into the dish as she directs them with a flick of her wrist. The sink was washing itself literally as a brush and soap swirled around the dirty dishes. Another rounded black pot sat bubbling that was covered on one of the back burners. Its lid clanked loudly while releasing steam.

Kakashi leans against the doorframe for a moment, watching her with quiet admiration. A book floated just out of reach. A cookbook it seemed. A book safe and made for human and ninja kitchens. The last time she was in the kitchen with a book, a dragon had been birthed between the curry and savory scallion pancakes. She was now humming a soft tune, something calming that he couldn't quite place, but it soothed him just the same. One of his old black shirts hugged her frame and left to skirt the tops of her thighs. His scent marked her as his. Her feet tapped the floor in restlessness as she read the instructions out loud. The gentle purple glow of her magic gave the kitchen a warm, ethereal feel.

The stiffness in his shoulders was gone. He sauntered into her space like the world-renowned deadly ninja he was. Without a word, he slipped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her close as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Her scent, a mix of herbs, magic, and something distinctly her own, wraps around him like a soothing balm. His arms came about her middle protectively and held her to him. Her back came into his lean frame like a missing puzzle piece. The warmth of her body welcomed him as they stood before the stove. She simply lifted her arms to accommodate him. A smile stretched wide on her face. "Smells amazing," Kakashi finally spoke, his voice low and tender.

Aurora turned her head, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. Her ladle pointed at the current page in the open floating cookbook. "You're back. And on time." Her eyes softened as she set the ladle down and turned down the fire. "I'm trying this miso soup recipe Hinata swears by. Surely, if Naruto inhales it, it must be good."

Kakashi hummed in acknowledgment. He pressed his masked lips to the curve of her neck, a slow, lingering kiss that made her breath catch for a moment. He inhaled deeply before moving along the sides of her throat. His hands held her steady in his arms, taking her in. Something domestic about this scene after coming home from a mission just did something for him. Her head tilted and her smile grew even more.

"Kakashi…" She reached up and pulled the mask down to rest around his neck. Her fingers danced around the warm skin around his lips. Her thump brushed the beauty mark near the corner of his smile and then dragged across his bottom lip in anticipation. His lips made contact with the skin of her clavicle. His heated kisses ended in a slight bite as he nipped her affectionately. His hands held her in place. His fingers scrunched the shirt up feeling her bare thighs press against him. Her arousal for him spiked the air.

It was all magical. Everything about her beyond her abilities was magical. He didn't know if he had a person for him in the world. He had resigned himself to be the protector and provider for his precious people. Who knew his special person would fall from the sky off a broom? And land in his life turning everything upside down and wrong side-right. It was so, so magical.

His hands ran up and danced along her ribcage. His reverence for her was endearing and exhibitionary. He stroked the underside of her breasts through the shirt lightly. Her body immediately leaned into him seeking more of his touch.

A pleasurable mewl came from her lips as she tilted her head and ran her hands over his hold of her. She turned around in his hold and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. They met somewhere in the middle. His lips dominated hers as they caught up on missed affections from his time away. Her hands held onto the front of his standard Anbu shirt.

His hands were all over her and setting her about how he wanted. Her hair, her thighs, her back, and her bottom. One of her legs had come up to rest on the top of his hip encouragingly. The heat of her pressed against his growing need for her. An excited hiss slipped from his lips at the offending material. His hand reached under his shirt-turned nightgown to stroke the supple flesh that rested underneath her thigh before sliding up to trace the pattern in her lacey underwear.

CRASH!

Both of them pulled away from each other to glance at the stove. The cookbook that was floating had fallen onto the black pot lid knocking it off and pushing some of the items around on the counter. Suddenly, a long scaly tentacle climbed out of the pot and slapped the counter in a lazy wiggle. Its long appendaged turned about against the wood.

"Rora…" He asked with a tilt of his head and a heavy sigh. "What was that?"

"Nothing, dear!" Just as quick as he had seen this, Aurora grabbed the ladle and hit the appendage back into the pot and replaced the lid with a forced slam. She looked back at him and smiled brightly. Her face is still red, and her lips were swollen from his attention. "Not another dragon! I swear!"

Kakashi sighed and ran a hand down his face. The heated exchange hadn't completely left him. The shirt she had worn had now risen leaving her supple butt open to his gaze as she leaned over the stove to keep the lid on the pot. Finally, she stood up and released the lid with a triumphant sigh. She pointed to the stove and smiled. "I was just making dinner and…you know…" She dragged with mischief in her tone. "A little bubble, bubble."

"Is that right?" Kakashi asked stepping back towards her. His desire and want for her laid bare before her. His eyes flickered to the suspicious pot. His astute mind did a quick assessment if it was worth the concern or stress to know about. "I know where we keep those." His hands reached out again to hold her. His fingers danced upwards to her curls and rubbed a few away from her face.

With a smirk, Stella stepped forward and waltzed her fingers against his chest. "I am missing quite a few ingredients that I think you can help me with." She stood taller and reached for him. Their lips met again in a slow languish kiss. Their affection and yearning for the other to return spoken through the exchange.

Kakashi smirked against her lips having had heard of this particular spell and ceremony. "Is it the toil or the trouble this time?" His hands pulled her closer and his lips nipped hers, trying to stay focused.

Stella pulled away. Her eyelids were heavy but sharing in the joy of having him home. "Both this time."

Before she could finish, he picked her up and began to carry her towards their room. His fingers slid and gripped her tightly to him as she bounced weightlessly in his hold. Her laughter rang through the home that once used to plague him. His own joy reflected in her eyes as he met her lips with passion and a smile.

He would need to circle back and ask her about the tentacle later.

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