| [Jan. 31st, 2012|06:47 am] |
The oatmeal was thickening. Ryouma stole a brief mental-health moment to stir it, while the stupid heat in his ears faded. Of course Kakashi was winding him up. The problem was that he’d let himself be wound, rather than teasing right back. If he’d just shut up and thought for a moment, instead of letting his idiot mouth run him right into trouble--
But Kakashi was still relaxed on the floor, easy and comfortable, as if it were a dog he was playing with and not a woman whose life he was trying to save. And Katsuko had laughed til she cried, so maybe a little embarrassment wasn’t too much of a price to pay.
“You’d miss my luminous presence here, admit it,” Katsuko informed Kakashi solemnly. “You’d pine.”
“I’d have no one around to traumatize me with breasts,” Kakashi drawled. “How would I cope?”
Ryouma found bowls, divided oatmeal into three roughly equal portions, and turned to ask Kakashi if he wanted blueberries, too. He was just in time to catch Katsuko pulling up the hem of her over-large shirt.
“Don’t you dare,” Kakashi said, horrified. There was a brief moment of wrestling--Kakashi didn’t seem sure whether to pull her shirt back down or escape to the furthest corner of the room, and Katsuko was laughing too hard to put up an effective fight.
Ryouma decided Kakashi could just deal with the blueberries, and added sugar and spoons. He came back, balancing three bowls carefully in his hands, and toed the two apart so he could settle between them. They sat up reluctantly, and he plopped bowls in their laps. “Both of you have already been naked today. It’s my turn now, and I want breakfast first.”
Katsuko cradled her bowl in both hands and gazed sweetly over its rim at Kakashi. “Kakashi votes you get naked first, since my nakedness was unsatisfactory.” She spared one hand to flap the hem of her shirt at him again.
If Kakashi did twitch, he managed to suppress it well. He gave Katsuko a level look and pulled Ryouma against him, arm around his waist, chin on his shoulder. “Kakashi votes you don’t make a show out of his boyfriend, because you don’t need the encouragement.”
Boyfriend.
Ryouma sat still.
Katsuko had used the word before, wary or teasing, and neither of them had contradicted her. Hell, Ryouma had thought it. But he hadn’t dared put the thought into words, because words meant something, and it had been hard enough getting Kakashi to agree to even the label of ‘friend’...
I want everything of you.
Maybe he didn’t have to be so careful.
He set his bowl on the floor and wriggled down through the warm circle of Kakashi’s arm, until he was comfortable on the floor with his head in Kakashi’s lap and his legs stretched out almost to the wall. Then he retrieved the bowl, and balanced it on his chest.
“Naked later,” he said, around a mouthful of oatmeal and brown sugar and blueberries. “When you’re gone. I’ve reconsidered my earlier wild ways an’ become a one-man man now. You can just look forward to your date an’ hope you’ll get lucky.” |
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