In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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- KIBA -
DESPITE everything that has happened, I've still slept like a baby.
The alarm I had set up on my phone stirs me awake at six in the morning. While I smash the damn thing into snooze, I am more than happy to sink back under the heavy covers with my love for a few more minutes. Her bare skin is warm as it presses against my own; her hair a complete mess as it falls like the most delicate curtain over her cheek and eyelids.
She still looks absolutely perfect in my eyes. Always.
I've spent the whole night holding her close as we slept; running my rough hands all over her naked spine and stomach lovingly. The fact that she likes to sleep naked is seen as a total win for me. The pretty panties she's wearing now are the only exception, as well as the only thing stopping me from exploring every inch of her supple body.
She'll be wearing them to bed for only a few more days. And after that, I'll be more than eager to worship her entirely - as she deserves to be treated, for the beautiful goddess that she is.
"Wake up, sweetheart." I whisper, running my fingers through her hair gently. I tuck a rather stubborn strand behind her ear as I carefully continue to nudge her awake, "We gotta get ready for work."
"Mhm." she hums, but doesn't even try to open her eyes.
"C'mon," I mutter, pulling myself to sit up. My eyelids feel so pleasantly heavy from sleep when I try to rub away the last remnants of it with my hands, "Up you go."
"Just five more minutes." she groans, and her voice is barely above an incoherent mumble. She's so crabby when she's sleepy, damn.
"C'mon, grumpy," I chuckle, running my hand down the middle of her back. When I reach the soft curve of her tempting booty, I make sure to pat it affectionately, "Shikamaru is going to kill me if I'm late for work because of a pretty thing like you. And I've still gotta drop you off at the diner."
"Who's Shika...maru?" she yawns lazily, and now I see the pretty colour of her eyes when she finally cracks open her eyelids for just a little bit. She stirs, the duvet twisting with the movement.
"My boss," I reply, "And my worst nightmare if I'm not a good little detective."
"What's on your schedule today?" she asks with a tired sigh.
"Uh... We're investigating a crime scene, and questioning a possible suspect for a homicide that happened not too long ago." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. She might as well know what kind of dark things I face at my job, right? It plays a rather important part in my life, after all.
"We as in; you and Naruto?" she says, lifting her head to look up at me.
"Mhm." I hum quietly, smiling at her, "It takes two to play good cop, bad cop... Obviously."
