♔ c h o c o l a t e - 1 | 3
pg13|stand-alone|1000-something words|pairings; kakashi/sakura|warnings; dangerously fluffy, domestic au
Goodness knows I saw it coming, or at least I'll claim I did. But, in truth I'm lost for words.
Originally written: 07/24/2009 | Revamped: 04/25/2011
CHAPTER ONE: CANDY
It was going to rain. It was inevitable at that point in the day, when the clouds gathered and darkened overhead, casting blue-grey over the cold concrete of lonely cul-de-sacs; where individuality was as hard to find as a house without a swimming pool.
In above mentioned cul-de-sac, of course.
Sakura sat on the steps of her back porch, staring at the deceptively clear, blue sky with something akin to boredom etched across her features as a small, plastic stick dangled from her lightly glossed lips. Pulling her knees to her chest, she watched as a neighbor pulled out of their driveway across the street, their brand new convertible crashing into the curbside trash cans for the fourth time that week.
She chuckled, pulling the sweet candy from her mouth; she wasn't planning on choking on it.
Then, the skies opened up, pouring fresh water upon the earth in universe-sized bucketfuls.
Within a minute, the teen felt her rosette hair being weighed down as cool liquid coursed through it and sank into her clothes. She sighed, part bliss-part exasperation, with every drop that landed upon her lightly freckled face. Glancing back at her house, Sakura restrained a smile when her eyes caught the disapproving gaze of her mother, who stood at the picture windows with a mop and towel at the ready.
There was no way in hell her mother was letting her in the door without a lecture now.
Giving the stern woman a cheery salute, Sakura couldn't stop the laugh that shook her as her mother left the window with a visible huff.
"Sakura." A familiar voice called from across the yard, the sound carrying over the pounding rain that mercilessly attacked the sprawling garden; the one that encompassed the very end of the yard.
Turning to the fence-line, Sakura smiled at the boy-man, that stood with his forearms hanging over the fence, his face the picture of tolerant suffering. His silver hair was plastered against his forehead, partially covering the light scar that bisected his left eye.
Without another word, he braced himself against the fence, promptly jumping it. His lean frame caught falling raindrops as he seemingly hovered in the air for a split second, before landing gracefully just in front of a sprawling flowerbed.
Sakura watched the movement closely, still holding the forgotten lollipop in her hand while she tried to keep her jaw from unhinging at the peek of defined abs underneath his soaked t-shirt. After a moment, she willed herself to speak over the rain while he crossed the yard, his lengthened strides making the distance shorter than she knew it was.
"What brings you to this side of the fence, Kakashi?"
He shook his head back and forth lightly, coming to stand on the first and second steps. "Can't I just be visiting?"
Not her infuriatingly, annoyingly sexy next-door-neighbor, no. Kakashi was always after something, be it charming her mother into a free meal, or charming her into sewing up his favorite jeans after wicked cases of wear and tear from his motorcycle.
"You could," Sakura reasoned blithely, her eyes fluttering closed as she caught a glimpse of his knowing smirk. "So, what is it this time? Is that worn spot on your pants back, because I don't think I can find another pair of jeans to maul in order to repair yours."
Distractedly, she gestured this way and that, swinging her abandoned lollipop in the balmy rain air.
"I came for a trade." With a smile, he leaned forward slightly, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
A small quiver shot through Sakura's spine as she watched him smile, and she returned it, her eyes focused on a slightly crooked canine that emphasized the charm that absolutely dripped from him.
Or was that rain?
It was still raining after all.
"Well?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side in a gesture of curiosity. His water-darkened silver locks peeled away from his face to flow lightly in the cool breeze.
"Alright then, what?" Sakura met his attentive gaze, all the while scuffing her shoes lightly on the stairs at her feet.
Pulling his hands from his pockets, he leaned closer. "Close your eyes," He whispered; his voice quiet and smooth and positively entrancing.
Sakura listened without protest, closing her eyes, if only to avoid losing her mind and blurting out things that needed to be kept secret; like her extreme like for watching her next-door-neighbor ride in on his motorcycle and sewing up his favorite jeans, even if the rear end kept unraveling. She liked watching him wolf down her mother's cooking; his smile when he glanced across the table to find her staring with her head in her hands and butterflies in her stomach.
A moment passed, and then she felt the long forsaken lollipop slipping from her fingers, and her other hand being lifted. Her fingers were gently pried open from the fist they were in one by one until her open hand caught cool raindrops on her skin, and something small was placed in her hand.
Lips lightly brushed across the in-discernibly freckled skin of her cheek, and in a second vanished.
Sakura opened her eyes just in time to see Kakashi leaning back, a small, plastic stick between his lips. He smiled as he backed away, giving her a familiar cheery salute as his grabbed his helmet and jumped the fence back into his own yard before disappearing into his father's house.
Speechlessly, the teen stared at her now empty hand, before looking over to the small object in the palm of her other hand with widened eyes.
There laid a peppermint.
At first, Sakura was speechless. Then, she was flattered. And, then reality set in, as it always did. He had traded a cheap peppermint for her tasty and expensive lollipop.
"Some trade, Cheapo." Sakura muttered under her breath, and headed for the door into her mother's waiting towel.
How long had she been standing there again?
She opened the door and let her mother dry her off and lecture her, and direct her worriedly to the bathroom, where fresh clothes were sure to be waiting, with nothing more than a sigh and a nod.
Honestly? Having a crush on the seventeen year old boy-slash-man next door was so exhausting. Really… only the kisses made it worthwhile; even the indirect ones.
A small smile tugged at Sakura's lips.
Maybe, that trade was worth it.
Goodness knows I saw it coming, or at least I'll claim I did. But, in truth I'm lost for words.
Originally written: 07/24/2009 | Revamped: 04/25/2011
CHAPTER ONE: CANDY
It was going to rain. It was inevitable at that point in the day, when the clouds gathered and darkened overhead, casting blue-grey over the cold concrete of lonely cul-de-sacs; where individuality was as hard to find as a house without a swimming pool.
In above mentioned cul-de-sac, of course.
Sakura sat on the steps of her back porch, staring at the deceptively clear, blue sky with something akin to boredom etched across her features as a small, plastic stick dangled from her lightly glossed lips. Pulling her knees to her chest, she watched as a neighbor pulled out of their driveway across the street, their brand new convertible crashing into the curbside trash cans for the fourth time that week.
She chuckled, pulling the sweet candy from her mouth; she wasn't planning on choking on it.
Then, the skies opened up, pouring fresh water upon the earth in universe-sized bucketfuls.
Within a minute, the teen felt her rosette hair being weighed down as cool liquid coursed through it and sank into her clothes. She sighed, part bliss-part exasperation, with every drop that landed upon her lightly freckled face. Glancing back at her house, Sakura restrained a smile when her eyes caught the disapproving gaze of her mother, who stood at the picture windows with a mop and towel at the ready.
There was no way in hell her mother was letting her in the door without a lecture now.
Giving the stern woman a cheery salute, Sakura couldn't stop the laugh that shook her as her mother left the window with a visible huff.
"Sakura." A familiar voice called from across the yard, the sound carrying over the pounding rain that mercilessly attacked the sprawling garden; the one that encompassed the very end of the yard.
Turning to the fence-line, Sakura smiled at the boy-man, that stood with his forearms hanging over the fence, his face the picture of tolerant suffering. His silver hair was plastered against his forehead, partially covering the light scar that bisected his left eye.
Without another word, he braced himself against the fence, promptly jumping it. His lean frame caught falling raindrops as he seemingly hovered in the air for a split second, before landing gracefully just in front of a sprawling flowerbed.
Sakura watched the movement closely, still holding the forgotten lollipop in her hand while she tried to keep her jaw from unhinging at the peek of defined abs underneath his soaked t-shirt. After a moment, she willed herself to speak over the rain while he crossed the yard, his lengthened strides making the distance shorter than she knew it was.
"What brings you to this side of the fence, Kakashi?"
He shook his head back and forth lightly, coming to stand on the first and second steps. "Can't I just be visiting?"
Not her infuriatingly, annoyingly sexy next-door-neighbor, no. Kakashi was always after something, be it charming her mother into a free meal, or charming her into sewing up his favorite jeans after wicked cases of wear and tear from his motorcycle.
"You could," Sakura reasoned blithely, her eyes fluttering closed as she caught a glimpse of his knowing smirk. "So, what is it this time? Is that worn spot on your pants back, because I don't think I can find another pair of jeans to maul in order to repair yours."
Distractedly, she gestured this way and that, swinging her abandoned lollipop in the balmy rain air.
"I came for a trade." With a smile, he leaned forward slightly, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
A small quiver shot through Sakura's spine as she watched him smile, and she returned it, her eyes focused on a slightly crooked canine that emphasized the charm that absolutely dripped from him.
Or was that rain?
It was still raining after all.
"Well?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side in a gesture of curiosity. His water-darkened silver locks peeled away from his face to flow lightly in the cool breeze.
"Alright then, what?" Sakura met his attentive gaze, all the while scuffing her shoes lightly on the stairs at her feet.
Pulling his hands from his pockets, he leaned closer. "Close your eyes," He whispered; his voice quiet and smooth and positively entrancing.
Sakura listened without protest, closing her eyes, if only to avoid losing her mind and blurting out things that needed to be kept secret; like her extreme like for watching her next-door-neighbor ride in on his motorcycle and sewing up his favorite jeans, even if the rear end kept unraveling. She liked watching him wolf down her mother's cooking; his smile when he glanced across the table to find her staring with her head in her hands and butterflies in her stomach.
A moment passed, and then she felt the long forsaken lollipop slipping from her fingers, and her other hand being lifted. Her fingers were gently pried open from the fist they were in one by one until her open hand caught cool raindrops on her skin, and something small was placed in her hand.
Lips lightly brushed across the in-discernibly freckled skin of her cheek, and in a second vanished.
Sakura opened her eyes just in time to see Kakashi leaning back, a small, plastic stick between his lips. He smiled as he backed away, giving her a familiar cheery salute as his grabbed his helmet and jumped the fence back into his own yard before disappearing into his father's house.
Speechlessly, the teen stared at her now empty hand, before looking over to the small object in the palm of her other hand with widened eyes.
There laid a peppermint.
At first, Sakura was speechless. Then, she was flattered. And, then reality set in, as it always did. He had traded a cheap peppermint for her tasty and expensive lollipop.
"Some trade, Cheapo." Sakura muttered under her breath, and headed for the door into her mother's waiting towel.
How long had she been standing there again?
She opened the door and let her mother dry her off and lecture her, and direct her worriedly to the bathroom, where fresh clothes were sure to be waiting, with nothing more than a sigh and a nod.
Honestly? Having a crush on the seventeen year old boy-slash-man next door was so exhausting. Really… only the kisses made it worthwhile; even the indirect ones.
A small smile tugged at Sakura's lips.
Maybe, that trade was worth it.