The Routine

Authors Notes: Sorry to end this chapter so abruptly. But I have my reasons. The next chapter will complete this one, but may not be what your expecting. Please review, input always appreciated.

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Moiya stuffed the last bite of pancake into her mouth and leaned back against Kakashi’s chest, sighing in contentment. She hadn’t bothered moving to her own seat to eat her specially made breakfast after their little discussion. That would be too far away from him and she rather enjoyed her current seat.

It was warm and comfortable.

Kakashi’s hand was resting gently on her hip, thumb unconsciously rubbing small circles as he read quietly to himself.

It was relaxed, like it usually was between them. Everything felt normal for the first time that morning and she was glad for it. Because she was reassured that even though some things had changed between them, not everything had.

“That was heaven. I was so hungry I think my stomach had a life of its own.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Just don’t expect it every day.” Kakashi smirked, moving his arm around her and continuing to read over the shoulder he was gently nibbling on through the shirt.

His shirt.

There was something very sexy about Moiya wearing his shirt. Maybe it was because he hadn’t forgotten she wasn’t wearing anything else other than his shirt. How could he forget. He could feel her through his thin cotton pants. It had been driving him crazy the moment he pulled her down into his lap.

He would have taken her right there in the kitchen after their conversation if her stomach hadn’t growled so loudly forcing him to wait patiently for her to finish eating. Easier said than done when she shifted around on his lap, leaned forward for another bite, made cute little satisfying noises as she ate.

Kakashi’s hand twitched involuntarily at the thought. His eyes traced over the same sentence for the fifth time he realized, breathing a little deeper and letting it out slowly. She was just too damn distracting.

Moiya grinned knowingly to herself as she moved around until she was satisfactorily comfortable with her position. Kakashi’s hand never once leaving her hip. She couldn’t help herself. There was something about his playfulness that morning that made her feel wickedly spiteful.

Especially since she could feel his reaction to her constant wiggling and vocal appreciation gently pressing against her right butt cheek.

Apparently Kakashi underestimated her ability to be just as perverted as he was rumored to be, reading his damn books all the time. Either he didn’t realize she was there because he was so engrossed in aforementioned book or he was doing his best to ignore her and her intentional teasing.

Whatever the reason, it was making Moiya feel even more spiteful and slightly vindictive towards the book.

“What’s so interesting in this book that you have to read it again and again?” she asked plucking it out of his hand and flipping through it, surprised there weren’t any pictures. But not at all surprised to find certain pages were dog-eared. She stopped on one page that caught her attention.

It had been marked for so long the ear had actually fallen off.

Kakashi grinned and let his fingers gently trace the edge of the shirt on her thigh. Moiya pretended not to notice, her eyes flicking back and forth over the book. She was actually trying to read, but his hand was so distracting she found she had to reread several words over again.

‘How could he ignore me all this time and Im practically a puddle already? All he’s done is move his hand.’ Moiya continued to try and focus enough to keep from tossing the book aside and dragging his lazy hand to all the places she was aching to feel him touch.

Why is his hand moving so damn slow?

“I have another copy if you’re that interested.” Kakashi teased brushing his lips over the soft shell of her ear.

“Shh. Im reading.” Moiya was thankful her voice didn’t betray the tension she was feeling between her legs.

Kakashi grinned and nipped her ear gently, sliding his fingertips up under the edge of the shirt and languidly pushing it up. If she wanted to read while he did a little exploring, he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like she’d be able to ignore him for too long anyway he thought smugly, glancing at the book in her hand. He recognized the scene she was reading by the missing ear.

Moiya squirmed a little but didn’t take her eyes off the page, her index finger poised and ready to turn to the next. She always assumed the book was just straight porn because of the warnings on the cover. She never expected a story line, or heaven forbid, a plot. But the book read more like the male perspective of one of her favorite romance novels.

At least the parts she had managed to actually read.

She quickly turned the page, mentally trying to block out the sensual way Kakashi’s hands were exploring her bare hips. She thought the air in the room felt strangely cooler now that the shirt wasn’t in the way. Her eyes locked on the same word as she forced her breathing to remain even while pretending to be annoyed by his roaming fingers.

Kakashi frowned slightly at the lack of reaction he was getting from the woman who was practically purring for him last night. Between what she was currently reading and his hands caressing the soft skin of her hips, he expected something more than a little wiggle and her hand
distractedly batting at his as if it were an annoying fly.

“People are going to think you’re a hentai.” Kakashi teased and reached for the book.

Moiya smacked his hand playfully, “Im not the one with an erection. Don’t you have any self control?”she said smiling triumphantly when he stiffened slightly at her words, her eyes still glued to the page in front of her.

Kakashi arched his eyebrows in mock surprise, “I have self control. I let you finish eating didn’t I?”

Moiya laughed and pulled the book out of his reach again, “And your calling me a hentai.”

“What’s perverted is you coming out here in nothing but a shirt. My shirt by the way. Don’t you have your own clothes?”

Kakashi’s hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. But Moiya had already switched the book to her other hand and was holding it above her head as she sat forward and turned to look at him over her shoulder.

“No wonder I’m always patching you up. With reflexes that slow it’s amazing you come home at all.”

Moiya smiled sarcastically and watched with satisfaction as Kakashi’s eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth began to curl up into a wolfish grin. Even the very energy he was giving off felt predatory. And she was his prey she realized just as his pupil suddenly widened, but it was already too late.

In one fluid movement Moiya found herself sitting on the edge of the table. Kakashi pressed firmly between her legs as he leaned over her, forcing her to brace herself with her free hand to keep from falling back as she stared up into his mismatched eyes.

“You were saying?” he breathed out over her lips, making her own breath hitch at the husky tone in his voice and the warm tingling sensation that seemed to spread throughout her entire body. The tension that had slipped away when his hands had left her hips returned with a vengeance.

Moiya closed her eyes and swallowed, trying to clear the fog that seemed to surround her mind like thick cotton. But it was hard to concentrate with his lips ghosting over her jaw and down her neck, careful not to let her feel them against her skin.

“Mmmmm.” she hummed involuntarily.

Kakashi stopped and grinned even wider, “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

Moiya opened her mouth, but found her words trapped in her throat as Kakashi pressed his lips against her throbbing pulse, his mouth slowly massaging and sucking lightly on her already sensitive skin. His now throbbing member twitch at the reactions he was finally eliciting from his lover.

‘That’s more like it.’ he thought trying to keep his hands planted firmly on the table so he wouldn’t lose what little control he had left. He definitely didn’t want to rush something that felt so good. But Moiya arching her back slightly to press into his gentle touches nearly broke him as he sucked more fervently on the patch of hot skin until she hissed in mixed pain and pleasure.

Kakashi jerked his head back just far enough to look into her lust hazed eyes as he grabbed her outer thighs, pausing just long enough to gain some sense of control over himself. Slowly releasing his grip, he dipped his head down as if to kiss her but shied away at the last moment. Pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth instead and leaving her barely parted lips aching for his own.

He loved having this effect on her. Loved the way she whimpered, sighed, hummed and even moaned in pleasure for him.

In fact, he loved everything about her.

From the blush that crept out over her beautiful pink skin when she was embarrassed to the annoying way she compulsively organized everything. The way she moved, laughed, spoke, thought, lived, breathed. She was amazing and perfect and now she was his lover and his best friend.

Kakashi marveled at how she had not only healed his wounds but his very soul with such simple things like her bright smiles and expressive green eyes or her obviously endless patience and selflessness.

Moiya decided she was becoming addicted to his touches when his hands brushed gently over her thighs and slowly made a path up under the shirt already bunched at her hips. Secretly patting herself on the back for not wearing anything that would prevent them from continuing their journey over the twitching muscles of her lower abdomen.

Kakashi’s thumb brushed lightly over the patch of curls making her hips jerk slightly before his hand retraced its path back to her hip and continued moving around to her lower back.

It was driving her crazy that he was intentionally avoiding all the parts he knew she needed him to touch to satisfy the aching that made her skin insanely sensitive. But everything he was doing was so agonizingly slow and delicate she wanted to grab his hand and force him to do more than just tease her.

And yet....

There was something about the way he was taking his time that made her heart beat a little faster. Not just from the passionate fire that was slowly building deep inside her, but the overwhelming love that made her want to protectively wrap herself around him like a soft blanket and kiss away all the pain he had ever felt.

It’s all she had ever wanted to do for him.

All coherent thought suddenly vanished as Kakashi slowly moved his hips, dragging the length of his already painful erection over her swollen bundle of nerves.

Moiya barely registered the sound of the book hitting the table, then the floor, as her fingers tangled in the hairs at the back of his head. Hers eyes meeting his as he smiled smugly back at her. She suddenly had the urge to slap away the alpha male pride that he so arrogantly displayed, knowing that he was doing a damn good job of seducing her.

This was all so different from the night before it almost made her nervous.

Almost.....

Kakashi was enjoying turning her into a puddle of sexual desire. His own self control close to snapping as he listened to her soft sighs and moans of pleasure mixed in with the slight whimpers of disappointment whenever he didn’t quite touch her where he knew she needed him to.

But now....

Moiya had that fiery defiant look in her eyes that he recognized from times they had trained together as she pulled herself closer to his lips. Somewhere in the back of his mind a warning bell was ringing loudly.

Maybe I shouldn’t have....

His thought was cut short by the sound of the chair skidding across the floor behind him. But he didn’t have time to wonder why as his back hit the floor and lips crashed over his own in a desperate attempt to devour him whole.

Moiya smiled brightly when they finally broke away in favor of breathing, “You should be kicked out of ANBU. Im appalled they even let you take missions.”

Kakashi frowned and tugged her back down into another passionate kiss, clearly avoiding her attempts to insult his shinobi abilities.

Wrapping an arm around the back of his neck, Moiya gently pulled him into a sitting position causing Kakashi to groan appreciatively into her mouth as she ground against him. All playfulness burned away by the heated desire between them.

It didn’t take much effort for Kakashi to lift them both off the floor and make his way up the hall, Moiya still wrapped possessively around him. It wasn’t until he stopped next to the bed that she finally released her death grip around his neck and waist, setting both feet on the floor and breaking the kiss.

Both of them breathing heavily, Moiya looked up into his mismatched eyes and smiled softly, raising her hand and gently covering the sharingan. Closing his eyes, Kakashi took a slow, deep breath, running his finger tips up her arm and covering her hand with his own before pulling it away and leaning down to capture her lips again.

This time it was gentle, as if he was savoring even the simplest action as pressing ones lips to another’s. His hands moving up until they cradled her face, his thumbs gently brushing over her cheeks.

It was the longest kiss they had shared and the most passionate and when they finally pulled away from each other all Kakashi could think to say was “I love you.”