[FIC] Why
Here's what I did today when I should have been working. Just a short piece, no plot, all fluff as usual. And it wasn't even written for the prompt. I just assigned a prompt word to it because oh my god, I have to write 98 more, why did I do this to myself?!
Title: Why?
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Summary: Iruka makes the first move.
AN: Not beta-ed because it's incredibly short (and I know you're swamped, don_amoeba) so let me know if you spot any mistakes, please.
Disclaimer: As always, Naruto does not belong to me. Pooh.
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“You kissed me.”
“Yup,” Iruka says cheekily, ridiculously pleased with himself and promptly sits back down to finish writing his lesson plan.
Kakashi slips his hands into his pockets, tells his muscles to unlock, and casually (he's not fooling anyone) says, “Why?”
“I got tired of waiting.” He glances up, eyebrow raised, and Kakashi shouldn't be surprised by Iruka anymore but cocky and smirking is a startlingly good look for Iruka. “Gonna kiss me back?”
“No.”
For about two seconds, Iruka looks absolutely crushed. Then he sets his pen aside and stands with a determined air. “Gonna run if I kiss you again?”
Kakashi snorts, but he feels his body tensing to do just that and scowls at himself. He's not nervous, damnit. “Like you're fast enough to catch me,” he mutters. If he wants, he can be out the window and three rooftops away before Iruka even realizes he's gone.
The corner of Iruka's mouth lifts in a tiny smile as he leans slowly and deliberately across the width of the desk separating them and pauses with his lips not quite brushing Kakashi's through the mask. Kakashi feels warm breath and smells clean skin and suddenly wants so much that he can't think, can't breathe, and has to take a step back so he won't do something embarrassing.
Iruka's hand circles his wrist, calloused fingers holding him in a loose, undemanding grip. “Gotcha,” he says, grinning like he's won a prize, and Kakashi closes his eyes in surrender.
And yanks the mask down, and pushes Iruka hard against the wall but kisses him harder, and embarrasses them both by not even bothering to check the incriminating babble that sneaks out between kisses (you've wanted me for how long?) because yeah, Iruka's right. He has caught him.
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Ugh, I swear, some day I will write something with a plot. Or, at least a semblance of a plot.
Title: Why?
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Summary: Iruka makes the first move.
AN: Not beta-ed because it's incredibly short (and I know you're swamped, don_amoeba) so let me know if you spot any mistakes, please.
Disclaimer: As always, Naruto does not belong to me. Pooh.
* * *
“You kissed me.”
“Yup,” Iruka says cheekily, ridiculously pleased with himself and promptly sits back down to finish writing his lesson plan.
Kakashi slips his hands into his pockets, tells his muscles to unlock, and casually (he's not fooling anyone) says, “Why?”
“I got tired of waiting.” He glances up, eyebrow raised, and Kakashi shouldn't be surprised by Iruka anymore but cocky and smirking is a startlingly good look for Iruka. “Gonna kiss me back?”
“No.”
For about two seconds, Iruka looks absolutely crushed. Then he sets his pen aside and stands with a determined air. “Gonna run if I kiss you again?”
Kakashi snorts, but he feels his body tensing to do just that and scowls at himself. He's not nervous, damnit. “Like you're fast enough to catch me,” he mutters. If he wants, he can be out the window and three rooftops away before Iruka even realizes he's gone.
The corner of Iruka's mouth lifts in a tiny smile as he leans slowly and deliberately across the width of the desk separating them and pauses with his lips not quite brushing Kakashi's through the mask. Kakashi feels warm breath and smells clean skin and suddenly wants so much that he can't think, can't breathe, and has to take a step back so he won't do something embarrassing.
Iruka's hand circles his wrist, calloused fingers holding him in a loose, undemanding grip. “Gotcha,” he says, grinning like he's won a prize, and Kakashi closes his eyes in surrender.
And yanks the mask down, and pushes Iruka hard against the wall but kisses him harder, and embarrasses them both by not even bothering to check the incriminating babble that sneaks out between kisses (you've wanted me for how long?) because yeah, Iruka's right. He has caught him.
* * *
Ugh, I swear, some day I will write something with a plot. Or, at least a semblance of a plot.