7:12
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“where are you going?”
you were throwing on a shirt cast to the ground last night, after kakashi came home particularly needy. you thought you may have tired him out, yet here he was, grabbing onto your hip, not strong enough to hold you back but oh.
how weak you were for him.
“work, love. something you should be getting ready for too.”
he whined, “five more minutes?”
you rolled your eyes, yet fell back into the bed facing him, “five minutes turns into two hours with you.”
he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer and tucking his face into your chest. not because he wanted to start anything. because, well, mornings were cold, and your shared comforter was nothing compared to your warmth.
“what about thirty minutes?”
“that isn’t how negotiations work, love.”
“i don’t see you resisting, love.”
he mocked…but he was right, your fingers already found themselves threading through his hair.
you sighed, “what excuse are you going to give your students this time?”
he hummed, pretending to think, “traffic?”
predictable answer from a predictable man.
“lame. you could afford to be more creative.”
and when he squeezed your waist you slapped his hand away, “like you could come up with anything better.”
“well,” you pulled kakashi closer, deeply inhaling the scent of his hair, and not having any regrets about letting him pull you back into bed, “i have thirty minutes to think of new excuses, don't i?”