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"Chicken."
Kakashi had never been goaded by any insult, much less one as unimaginative as "chicken", but the derisive snort and snooty upturned nose was a little more grating.
Still, he shrugged and went back to his book. He understood her.
People like her needed attention. They needed reaction. All her huffing and puffing was just for the sake of garnering an audience.
Except that he was the only person around, and all the times he'd seen her huff and puff and blow through the campsite, she had seemed generally unconcerned with who was or wasn't watching.
Except him. Something about his indifference seemed to get under her skin. Fair; everything about her sort of got under his, too.
She had a stupid habit of being the favoured counsellor, regardless of which activity she was running. She also had a smattering of freckles on her nose, and there was one solid red patch of skin on her back that was constantly sunburned because she refused to let anyone help her, and also had a nasty habit of wearing tiny clothes.
Or no clothes.
"Don't be lame, Hatake."
"Your powers of persuasion need work," he pointed out, flipping the page of his book despite having absorbed none of the words on the page, having been fully absorbed by her and her sun damage, instead. Annoying.
"Promise I won't make fun of you," she offered with a smirk.
Kakashi threw her an unamused glance over his book.
He wouldn't pretend he wasn't intrigued. She may have been strange, and loud, and obnoxious, but she was still sort of cute. In a weird way. In a we're stuck here for the whole summer and she's begging me to get naked way.
"Take off your clothes," she said.
Her body was blocked by his book, but he could see the sharp angles of her elbows sticking out as she placed her hands on her hips. He'd seen her take a similar stance with one of the more unruly campers. He sort of understood why the kid had fallen in line immediately.
"Scared of a little skinny dip?" she taunted.
"Scared that you'll lure me to the bottom of the lake and swallow me whole," he corrected, crinkling his eyes at her from over the pages in a false smile.
"I think you'd like that, honestly."
She was probably right.
"Why are you so eager to get me naked?" he asked, trying not to watch her blush travel down her neck and then continue down beyond his book.
"Just trying to break you out of your shell," she said with a haughty sniff.
"I'm not a camper. I'm doing fine."
"You slump around this campsite, hiding in every bit of shade you can find, covered from head to toe," she pointed out, her lip curling in disdain.
"And you stomp around looking like a lobster. Which of us is more ridiculous?"
He had a feeling they were equals in that regard.
"Will you, or will you not skinny dip with me?" she finally snapped.
He considered her for a long moment. She had been very forthright with her goal here; get him naked and in the lake. But as yet, she hadn't said it plainly, and something about that with me made him pause.
Still...
"Not," he decided, intent on returning his attention fully back to the book in his hands. Despite his efforts, he caught the surprised part of her lips, and the angry red flush of her face and neck (and beyond) that indicated more embarrassment than anger.
Interesting.
Kakashi sighed as her footsteps retreated, the soft scrunching of grass beneath her feet turning to soft padding against the wooden dock a few metres away.
So annoying.
"Fine," he called out, seeing her silhouette pause in her diving stance. If nothing else, he could watch her eat her words, he told himself.
He left his clothes in a pile on the dock, stalking past her, grateful that it was not a full moon as he took up the space beside her. He pretended not to feel her eyes on him as he dove into the lake.
When he broke the surface, she was still standing on the dock, staring at him with her mouth agape.
"What? You chicken or something?"
"Pfft! As if!" She rolled her eyes and scoffed, but kept glancing at him before averting her eyes, her lips twitching. "You're just in my way."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I get out?" he taunted.
"No!" she shouted, eyes wide and alarmed, and completely hilarious. "I-I mean—just—"
"D-don't!" she warned as he swam for the dock, grabbing hold of the ladder to pull himself up. "K-Kakashi, stay in the water!"
"But you said you needed space," he repeated calmly, already stepping up onto the dock. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared over her shoulder at the lake.
She was almost cuter, now that she was furious and flustered. Her eyebrows drew together as he approached her.
Yep, definitely cuter.
He leaned in closer, letting water drops roll off his chest and onto her shoulder. She gasped and reeled back in surprise. She would have hit the water if he hadn't yanked her back, but that came with a set of its own issues.
Those issues being Sakura's naked body pressed to his.
And then her stupid, annoying, bright eyes locking on his.
And then her infuriating, distracting lips pressed to his.
And then—maybe, unintentionally—his hands on her ass and his teeth on her tongue.
She gasped again, but this time when she reeled back, it was too sudden for him to hold her back. He watched as she screeched, arms flailing as she tipped backwards off the dock.
When he saw her next, she was stomping up onto the shore looking like a beast of the swamp. Maybe he was laughing. She looked ridiculous. She was ridiculous, and every trouble she had was self-inflicted.
She didn't find it all that amusing as she hurled his clothes at his face.
"Put your clothes on!" she demanded before marching away from him, huffing to herself.
The next night he took that same seat by the lake, reading his book dockside.
He heard her footsteps before he saw her, her bare feet entering his field of vision beneath the frame of his book.
"Take your clothes off," she demanded.
He sighed and set aside his book. "Another skinny dip?" he guessed.
"No."
He took his clothes off without delay.