Gracie Abrams is eking out a solitary existence, fighting day-in, day-out against the drain of working customer service and nursing two newborn kittens in her off time. Out on her own ever since her sister moved in with her boyfriend, the burden of...
A/N: For those who are still reading this, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took about 80k to reach this point. This is my first try at fanfiction, so I know the pacing is terrible. I really hope this chapter makes up for some of my shortcomings. Thank you!
Written: 5/24/24
Word Count: 1,554
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As we rehashed the same things again and again, I found my head falling onto an impressive bicep. The kittens curled between our thighs on the couch like glue connecting us together. Sintar was a vocal sleeper. She snortled every so often, twitching out one of her feet with full flex, until her little footsie transformed into a chicken's clawed talons. Watching these little movements, I was lulled against Kakashi's chest, breathing in his masculine scent that always smelled faintly wild like how I imagined the trees around the Hidden Leaf Village to be. His warmth beckoned something in me, and apparently you turned drunk when tired because all of my inhibitors checked out for the day.
The sheer coziness of it all was better than sleep. Was better than I imagined sex would be, but maybe I was biased in that regard. After years of feeling like an alien for being entirely uninterested in physical touch, I'd come to something of a realization.
Maybe I was...asexual.
Maybe there wasn't anything...wrong...with me. I was just unlovable.
Each time Kakashi breathed, his arm pillowing my head moved upwards just slightly. I felt like I was a baby being lulled to sleep by the vibrations of a car ride.
This. This was nice.
This was what I would miss when Kakashi was gone. Not the eye candy, not the uncomfortable, frightening feelings he gave me that turned my stomach inside out. Those things I didn't understand and didn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole.
I knew, without a doubt, I would never find this comfort with anyone ever again. It wasn't because I thought everyone was destined to meet one person, or even that soul mates existed. I didn't believe in romance in real life or had any grandiose ideas about love and marriage.
I just knew myself. At the end of the day, I knew myself. And if Kakashi wasn't there to pull me under his arm, to hold my hand, to cook me breakfast, I just wouldn't do those things again. I didn't fathom all these small things meant as much to Kakashi as they did to me. Of course not. I wasn't a fool.
But why would I ever want to do them with anyone else after I'd felt Kakashi's warmth?
Then, my phone rang, unearthing me from a beautiful, sweet dream. Flinching, I sat up quickly. Kakashi moved, too, steadying me.
My nose brushed his chin, his lips stopping right at the place between my eyes.
I sprang fully off my dark green couch, the move flinging one orange kitten one way and the gray kitten a different way.
