Prompt #4
You wiped the dirt off your hands, pushing your palms down into your already soiled skirt. With a content sigh, you looked around the outskirts of the Mist village where you mission had been located. At your feet laid the man you were assigned to assassinate as inconspicuously as possible.
“Let’s get rid of the body,” you heard a voice behind you. Turning, you saw Kakashi standing a few feet away, his clothing equally as dirty as yours. The VIPs bodyguards had been a harder feat than anticipated. You nodded your head, grabbing the man’s body by his ankles and pushing him across the dirt floor.
Twenty minutes later, the body was buried a few miles out from where he was assassinated and the two of you were on your way back to the Leaf village. You looked over at him, smiling at his profile.
“I’m pleased that Lady Tsunade has allowed us to continue having missions together,” you smiled, jumping from tree to tree in the dark forest.
“Hm,” Kakashi agreed quietly.
“Everything okay?”
“Just ready to get home,” he responded.
“Me too,” you frowned.
Finally, after a few hours of sprinting over the treetops to return to the Land of Fire, you and Kakashi arrived back at the gates of Konoha. The two of you trudged your feet up the steps to Lady Tsunade’s office, both feeling exhausted as you knocked on the Hokage’s oak door.
“Come in,” you heard her say. Kakashi opened the door, his already relaxed composure somehow even more so right now at such a late hour of the night. You were surprised to see the Hokage so awake at such a time.
“Ah,” she let an uncharacteristic smile slip over her lips. “The newlyweds.”
The two of you gave her a small bow and stood up straight, reporting your missions outcome back to her.
“Good,” she nodded, her fingers laced together at her chin. “I’m happy to hear everything went well. Your payments will be processed and distributed to you by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thank you, m’lady,” you bowed again.
“You are dismissed,” she said, looking back down at her paperwork. You both turned and walked back down out into the dark streets of Konoha. You sighed, relieved that it was over.
“Your first high-rank mission,” Kakashi pointed out, his hands deep in his pockets as the two of you walked back to your home. “I’m happy with the way you performed. You did great.”
You smiled, lifting your eyebrows, “Boy, I’m sure glad I have my husband’s approval.”
Kakashi leaned over and nudged you with his elbow, “Well, I just thought I should tell you. Just a habit. I’m proud of the shinobi you’ve become over the past few years.”
You felt yourself grow red as you smiled, looking down. “Thank you, Kashi-kun.”
Carefully, he lifted an arm out from his pocket and wrapped it around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him until you reached your apartment. You relished in these moments because, even if it were late like it currently was, Kakashi never showed signs of affection in public. Some villagers and shinobi knew the two of you were recently married, but you never really showed signs that you were married other than the wedding bands you wore occasionally.
This, of course, was something you both agreed on for your safety. Kakashi was a favorable target on missions due to his excellent skills and highly desirable Sharingan. He fiercely protected you, and he wanted to make sure that you were not a new target because of him.
You unlocked the door, stepping into your dimly lit apartment as you slid your hand across the wall to find the switch.
Kakashi was behind you and a moment later you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his lips on your skin and immediately realized he removed his mask. You found the switch on the wall and turned it on as he began placing careful kisses on your collarbone. Quickly, his hand was over yours on the switch, turning it back off.
“Shh, no,” you attempted to protest but couldn’t resist smiling under his feather light kisses. “I need to shower.”
“I don’t care,” he groaned into your skin. “Do you know how difficult it is for a man to keep his hands off his new wife for a week?”
You tilted your head back, letting him kiss your throat as you rested your neck on his shoulder. You reached up, his lips like electricity on your skin as you slid your fingers through his hair.
“Not now,” you whispered, trying to object. You swallowed, feeling your skin crawl with desire. “I need to shower. Please.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he pulled your waist closer to him.
“Come shower with me,” you whispered to him, smiling at such a risque idea.
“No,” he shook his head, his hand snaking up your shirt. His calloused fingers left trails of fire on skin as he cupped your breast. “Now.”
You turned around quickly, your eyes adjusting to the dark as you looked up at him. It took every fiber in your being to resist his hand on your chest. He stared down at you with a sultry gaze, his hand sliding out of your shirt and gripping your waist. You reached up, taking his headband off and dropping it to the floor. His left eye carefully opened, his mismatched eyes staring down at you. You loved the look of him without his forehead protector on.
You leaned into his chest, his hands sliding down over the back of your skirt as you ran your fingers through his silver hair.
“Yes,” you smiled. “Come with me.”
“No,” he leaned down and kissed you. “Bed. Now”
“Please?” you smiled against his lips, pulling away and looking up at him. “It’ll be fun.”
“You’re so cute when you pout like that,” he said, pulling you closer to him as he gripped your bottom. He leaned down again, bringing you into a deep kiss and wiping the quirky smirk off your face.
You pushed him up against the wall, feeling him against your thigh as you smiled against his lips. Behind him, you turned the doorknob to the bathroom and pushed him through. He grabbed your thighs, pushing you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist, giggling and pushing your hair from your eyes.
He looked up at you, pursing his lips with happiness as he shut the bathroom door and locked it, the sounds of water coming from behind the door.