Naruto Fanfiction: Peacetime Mornings
Peacetime Mornings.
Summary: A morning in the lives of Iruka and Kakashi.
A/N: Dedicated to the only person who I’d “willingly” write fluff for: unjaundiced.
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Golden sunlight streamed through the window, the air smelling like crisp springtime. Iruka stretched in bed, basking in the warm light and the warmth of the body beside him. Everything had something to say: Kakashi’s deep breathing, the birds outside, the hum of the refrigerator, the calls of people outside, the sound of Iruka’s calm heartbeat. It was better than quiet, because quiet meant something was wrong-that you were hiding. Except they were safe in the village, at home in Iruka’s bed, and they didn’t need to hide.
His hand found its way into Kakashi’s hair, which felt like straw ironically enough, and he was stroking it absentmindedly, watching the sunlight creep along as the day wore on. Iruka felt strangely sleepy, as if he was caught between two worlds. It was a nice feeling however, and he concentrated on watching the dust particles float, illuminated by the golden shafts of light.
As Iruka sat up, Kakashi stirred. The jounin’s arm tightened where it was once curled loosely around Iruka’s waist. Iruka laughed lowly, voice a little dry and raspy. His hand was still stroking Kakashi’s hair, and he felt the bristles scratch gently at his fingertips. The covers were pooling at Iruka’s waist, showing his chest yet hiding Kakashi’s arm.
Kakashi was burrowing his face deeper into his pillow, Iruka catching from the corner of his eye the small upward curve of his lover’s mouth. The sunlight made their skin richer - Iruka’s hands looking a warm olive and Kakashi’s back radiated a soft gold. Unable to help himself, Iruka leaned back briefly to kiss Kakashi underneath his ear, smiling when the jounin started to wriggle a little restlessly.
His skin was soft and tasted like salt. Iruka hummed as he sucked on the sensitive spot and Kakashi drew him in closer with his arm, face still buried in the pillow. The air smelled like springtime, but his lover smelled of crushed pine needles and winter. From his waist, the hand moved to his lower back and started tracing feather light circles, tickling and teasing touches.
Iruka raised his head to look at Kakashi, who had started grumbling at the loss of attention. There was a nice pinkish colour in his cheeks and he’d lost the smell of rust and blood a long time ago. He wasn’t as sharp and angular and he was more relaxed than in any time Iruka had known him. Gently, Iruka placed a hand on Kakashi’s neck, smiling when he didn’t flinch away, and felt at the thrumming pulse; the reminder that he was really with him.
Bleary eyed, Kakashi finally turned his head from the pillow, scarlet Sharingan swirling sluggishly, almost lazily. The other eye was blue and dark under a hooded gaze. He grinned enough to show a flash of teeth before leaning forward to burrow his head in Iruka’s chest, chuckling because the chuunin yelped at the scratchiness of Kakashi’s slight stubble.
“I didn’t know you had red in your hair.” Kakashi was almost drawling, the way he spoke was languid and slow, like he knew they had all the time in the world.
“That’s just the sunlight,” Iruka said, drawing the covers to cocoon their bodies in warmth once again.
With an affirming noise, Kakashi replied, “I like it.”
The entire world seemed hazy in that wonderfully warm way, like the light had worn away all the hard corners and let them fade into brightness. Iruka noticed how slow the sunlight crawled and how the dust particles barely moved but he didn’t care. Beneath him, Kakashi breathed deeply and wrapped his arms around Iruka comfortably, like they’d done a thousand times before.
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Random alternate ending, because I couldn’t help myself:
Iruka smiled and Kakashi twisted them around in bed, making them both laugh. It sounded like the bird calls outside resonated from their laughter. Everything was so warm like the sunlight could somehow touch their hearts and not just their skin.
“We died, didn’t we?” Iruka asked wonderingly.
“Yeah,” Kakashi replied, eyes still drooped with sleep.
“This isn’t so bad.”
“Pretty good, actually.”
“I thought we might have gone to Hell, being killers and all.”
“It can’t be Hell. You’re here with me.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
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A/N: Urgh. Even the alternate ending was fluff. Ick.
The things I do for you, unjaundiced, the things I do...