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Mornings with Kakashi were always a sluggish experience and leisurely at best. They usually began once you awoke from your deep slumber, after which your eyes fluttered open the moment a yawn pushed past your lips. If possible, you would stretch your limbs to slowly but surely get the gears in your head turning again, ready for another day. Maybe a muscle would feel tight or tension ran through them, but barely anything could deter you from starting your day.
If it wasn’t for the silver-haired with whom you shared your bed, that was.
On most days, you found yourself entangled in a mess of limbs holding you impossibly close. Not to the point of suffocation, but to the point that moving became a tricky task for you. His lean legs were entangled with your own, the occasional barely visible hair of his tickling you when either of you moved. The biggest problem in his morning death grip was his arms, without a doubt. Similar to his legs, they were lean yet could not be described as wry. The muscles he had gained over his many years as a Shinobi definitely showed, and were also the reason why leaving bed in the morning had become more and more difficult throughout your relationship.
It came as no surprise to you that, as soon as you moved one muscle away from his warm hold, that a soft groan rang through your ear. At the sound of his rough voice, you shivered. His death grip on you tightened, pulling you further into his chest.
“ Stay .” He murmured into your ear, his soft breath fanning over your skin. Butterfly kisses litter one side of your face and a pair of soft lips nibble at your ear before he repeated himself.
You hum in acknowledgment, allowing yourself to relax into his grip for a moment longer. It was then that a warm kiss was placed on the nape of your neck. Another followed onto your jaw and again onto your neck.
You squirmed a little. " Kakashi …"
Kakashi said nothing and instead continued his onslaught of affection. Each kiss he placed against your uncovered skin left a shiver behind, but did not deter him from his mission. His lips latched onto your neck, first pressing wet kisses over one spot before he focused on it entirely, nibbling at it with his canine teeth.
A gasp pushed past your lips. "W- what are you doing?"
From the silver-haired, you received no verbal response. Instead, he pressed another kiss to your neck, this time a spot away from the newly created bruise. With your hand, you reached behind yourself and pushed your clingy boyfriend lightly away from you. Despite your efforts, his grip only tightened again.
“Come on, I need to get up.” You whined with a flush blooming on your cheeks. You forbade yourself to get hot and heavy so early in the morning, or you wouldn’t be getting up at all today.
Kakashi pressed yet another kiss to your jaw, adding to the countless others. “Only five more minutes …” He mumbled into your skin, his lips brushing over it as they moved.
Those who were not lucky enough to know the famed Copy-Nin privately mostly feared the man with gravity-defying silver hair and a pair of mismatched eyes so infamous to have given him yet another moniker. His Sharingan eye swirled lazily and allowed for dread to bloom in the face of his enemies. You, however, knew him to be quite affectionate within the walls of his own home, away from the watchful eyes of the public. Instead of intimidating you with the captivating crimson of one of his eyes, he used it to capture the moments of your lives together, to store the memory forever.
So it had been no surprise for you that after the pair of muscular arms turned you in his grip, without as much of a protest from you that was, you came face to face with the crimson eye and its swirling tomoe taking you in. Moments in which you got to see his face bare were scarce and took your breath away time and time again. The way his lips tugged into a smile and simultaneously his eyes crinkled the tiniest bit was always a sight you got immersed in.
“Hi.” His rough voice sent a shiver down your spine, you could listen to it on repeat and never get tired of hearing it. It made you smile immediately.
“Hi.”
There was no sight as lovely as Kakashi’s gaze fixated on you, shining with undiluted delight. Especially with the way wisps of broken sun rays illuminated his most prominent features, such as his silver hair getting a new yet faint glow, appearing almost ghostly. The mole underneath his lip appeared lighter, almost highlighted by the way the light shone.
He was a sight you could drink in every day.
“You’re beautiful,” You breathed out without much thought, your lips tugging into a smile of your own. “So, so beautiful .”
In an instant, a flush flared up on Kakashi’s cheeks.
You moved forward to press a kiss on his uncovered cheek. Underneath your lips, they felt warm. “And adorable ,” Another kiss followed to his other cheek which, too, felt warm. “And cute ,” Again, this time you peppered a kiss onto his jaw. “And charming ,” Your destination was now his forehead. “ very gorgeous,” Your lips traveled down to peck the beginning of the scar marking his eye. “and of course absolutely breathtaking .” The last words you spoke ended at the end of his scar, pressing one last kiss there before you moved away with a smile.
The embarrassment he felt quickly became evident from the way his eyes had widened to stare at you and how his lips parted into the shape of an o .
For a moment, silence reigned between the two of you while you took the sight of each other in, saying nothing. The saying that actions speak more than a thousand words always rang true for the two of you. While there were sometimes days and conversations filled with many words, where either of you babbled on to no end about whatever topic, there sometimes also were moments of tranquility.
Kakashi was the one to break the silence between the two of you. “Have I ever told you about how much I love you ?”
Now it was your turn to blush. “ Eh? "
You were aware of the fact that these specific three words did not always come easy to him. His past was no secret to you, and neither was his reluctance at admissions of affection. To hear him speak the words, no matter how long it took for him to do so, always made your heartbeat increase a thousandfold and feel like at any moment, it might explode from all the emotions the words got you feeling.
“I said I love you .”
You were pretty sure that your brain just stopped working. To you, it felt like a fever dream was playing out in front of you. Or even worse: a genjutsu. Though, when you made an attempt to dispel it by using the proper hand signs and words, nothing happened. In front of you remained Kakashi’s flushed and yet pale skin, his lips still tugged into a smile that became wider with each of your attempts.
“I love you too.” You knew that for certain.
Kakashi pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, allowing for his forehead to lean against yours as soon as the two of you departed. His lips still ghosted against yours as he spoke in a hushed whisper: “ I’m glad .”
Mornings with Kakashi were always slow and leisurely at best, but they were also the time you enjoyed the most during the day. When you went to sleep at night, your mornings with the silver-haired were the time you looked forward to. Whether it was waking up in his arms or pressing a kiss to his lips once you started your day. As long as you awoke with Kakashi by your side, your morning could only be wonderful.