The Red String of Fate

Normalcy - Kakashi

After the initial turbulence in Mizuka's homecoming, things began to quiet down. At least, as far as the village was concerned. But, things inside the Hatake household really began heating up. Now that he knew Mizuka was home to stay, because of him, their sex life took a dramatic upswing.

He only thought they were having copious amounts of sex before: now it was almost constant. As soon as he would come in the front door of a mission, Mizuka would be waiting for him. Sometimes she would only be wearing her pink apron while making dinner, sometimes she would have the bedroom staged romantically, but most of the time, as soon as the front door closed, she was ripping his clothes off, inhaling his muskiness from a long day or mission and kissing his tired body all over. He used to dread coming home from missions because of the loneliness, but now it was his favorite part. Even when he was too tired to do much, she would push him down on the couch and ride him until he would cry out in ecstacy, filling her throbbing void with his love. And then, almost like a ritual, she would draw him a warm bath and cleanse him of his mission, using healing herbs and powerful relaxation techniques. Much like how Kakashi meticulously prepared before every mission, Mizuka debriefed him in the most loving of ways. She would also make him an amazing meal and one more long, luxurious lovemaking session before he fell asleep with her curled up against him, her hand on his chest.

Most mornings when he awoke, she would already be gone: he knew she loved to work early so she could see the sunrise and see the plants greet the new day. And, in the morning, he would hug her pillow and inhale her scent deeply, always amazed that such a beautiful, loving person was his soul mate. She would come home in the early afternoon, and Kakashi would meet her at the door this time, kissing her passionately and welcoming her home. And the night was theirs: to go out, to talk, to fuck, whatever they wanted. But their nights usualy ended the same way: another breath taking lovemaking session.

Life was becoming deliciously mundane again, and Kakashi loved it. He looked forward to doing normal married people things with her; things that he had missed since they were newlyweds. He loved to go to the market with her and making household decisions. He even liked being slightly annoyed by her messiness, like when she kicked her clothes on the bathroom floor when she hopped in the shower. He was finally sharing the life with her that he had secretly wanted but never would admit to himself. He craved this newfound stability that he had now in ways that he couldn't have imagined. He hadn't even realized that his jaw was clenched most of the time and his tongue was plastered to the roof of his mouth until it wasn't anymore. It wasn't that he was worried about Mizuka being far away; she was incredbly strong and capable of taking care of herself. Maybe it was that he was worried if she was lonely or scared without him. The distance away from her was hard to bare. He hated knowing that normalcy was so close to his reach, but he didn't know how to reach out and grasp it. Or if it was even possible to grasp. She had insisted that he stay in Konoha after their marriage to continue his work as an Elite Jonin. And he knew she was right: the child genius and prodigy had no business standing in a herb field tending flowers. There was no place for him there. But the decision was still a hard one. Follow his Will of Fire of follow his wife? The arrangement worked when they were younger, but was much harder the older he got. Apparently, she felt the same.

All of these thoughts were on his mind as he entered the front door after his latest mission, greeted by his wife with a wild glint in her eye as she shut the door behind him.  It looked as if it was shaping up to be another steamy night.  He looked forward to another night of married life with the best woman he could have ever hoped for.