My Next Door Neighbour (Kakashi x OC)

8 // Dinner

.:Kakashi's POV:.

At around six o'clock, I decide to go over to Mariko's to make dinner. I knock on the back door and wait.

When she opens the door I am surprised to see her dressed up. She has on a short and tight black dress with tights and her hair isn't tied up for once. I also notice that she's wearing a lot of makeup, which is unusual. As I look her over, I can't help but think of how pretty she looks.

"If I had known this was going to be a fancy dinner, I would've dressed more appropriately," I say designating my sweats and sleeveless black shirt.

"I almost forgot I was wearing this," she states, her cheeks blushing pink. "I'll get changed and then we can make dinner," she declares quickly.

"No need to change when you're looking that good," I reply with an underlying flirtatious tone to my voice, hoping she'll catch on. Although I feel a pang of guilt for having acted the same way with Mara in front of Mariko.

I step inside and close the door behind me before turning back to her and reaching gently for her hand.

"How about giving me a spin," I remark, holding her hand above her and twirling her. She giggles and follows my lead, letting me spin her and gaze at her.

"Very lovely," I say as I intertwine our fingers and catch her by the waist pulling her towards me. Her face is very flushed now.

"Oh, stop flattering me!" she responds, glancing away from me and letting go of my hand, although she can't seem to get rid of her smile and the look of absolute delight on her face.

"It's not flattery if it's true, Mariko," I reply. "Or should I say... Haricotte." I smirk as she flinches at the nickname.

"Seriously?" she asks exasperated.

"What? it's cute."

Just like you, I think to myself.

We head into the kitchen and I go through Mariko's fridge and cupboards.

"Is this seriously all you have?" I question, a bit taken aback by the contents of her kitchen, half of which seems to be expired.

"It's enough for me," she answers stubbornly.

"I guess we're gonna make a vegetable stir-fry. . ." I reply, taking out some vegetables from the fridge. "Could you start cooking some rice?" I ask her as I shuffle through the kitchen some more and come across quite a large bottle of red wine.

"Nothing better than a little wine," I say as I hold up the bottle in a prompting manner. I place the bottle on the counter and get two wine glasses from one of the cupboards. As I go to open the bottle, Mariko interrupts me.

"Shouldn't we wait until we eat for that?" she inquires, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Why wait when we can have a little fun now?" I reply slyly as I pour us each a large glass. I hand her one of them.

"Cheers," she declares as our glasses clink. I take a large gulp, before putting my glass down on the counter and beginning to chop some peppers.

"You know what's missing?" She says suddenly after putting the rice on the stove. I glance at her and raise an eyebrow, but rather than replying she heads into the living room. A minute later, smooth jazz starts playing.

"Music," she states as she sits down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. She takes a large sip of wine, I can almost already see her cheeks becoming more pink.

I put some oil in a skillet and start adding vegetables to it as it heats up.

"If I'm supposed to be teaching you to cook, you shouldn't just be lounging around..." I say, hinting that she should stop relaxing and sipping her glass of wine. "Come watch the pan."