Love Triangle: Kakashi vs. Genma

4 | So What Is This?

Three rounds later, [Y/N] laid on her couch with Genma's head leaning back in her lap. He sat on the floor in front of the couch, eyes closed and trying to rest. They were both still naked and trying to catch their breath. She looked down at him and he glanced up toward her with his cheeks reddened and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He grinned up at her. "That, baby, was damn good sex."

She laughed at him and rolled her eyes. "You know, it was pretty good."

"Hmm, I think the best I've ever had." He winked at her and stood up, searching for his underwear. "You care if I shower here?"

She shook her head, stretching out across the couch. "No, go ahead. You know where it's at."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Thanks."

He made his way to her bathroom. When she heard the water running, [Y/N] stood up and made her way to her bedroom, pulling on a shirt and some sweatpants. She combed through her hair with her fingers before pulling it back into a high pony tail. She checked her neck for hickeys, where she thankfully found none (though the same could not be said for her breasts or collarbones). She rolled her eyes and sighed, unable to help the small smile that spread on her face. She turned to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she stood leaning against the counter, she realized, she just slept with Genma...

Meanwhile, he stood in the shower, letting the water run over his sore muscles. He tried his best to ignore the slight stinging from where her nails had scratched down his back. It's not like he didn't enjoy knowing that they were there, knowing that he'd made her feel that good. He smiled to himself as he washed the sweat off of his skin. He couldn't believe it. He just slept with [Y/N].

The smirk didn't leave his face through the rest of the shower or while he was drying off. He pulled his underwear and pants back on, but realized he'd left his shirt in the living room somewhere. He made his way toward the living room, hearing her shuffling in the kitchen.

"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked, rounding the corner and leaning against the door frame, grinning at her. He had neglected to put his shirt back on—not that she was complaining. Instead, he held a towel in his hands, drying his hair as he watched her.

She shrugged. "Genma... we just..."

He gave her a small smile. "Ah, yeah, we did."

She smiled and looked down at her cup. "So..."

"So... do you regret it?"

"No."

"Me either. But I understand if you don't ever want to do it again."

"...And if I do?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Well then I think I can make that happen." He grinned.

She returned the smile and took another sip of water. "Uh, there's just one thing I need you to know though."

"What is it?"

"Well, uhm. Please don't take this the wrong way Gen, but I don't feel anything, romantic, here. I don't want you to think this is going to turn into anything serious."

Genma put his hand to his chest and feigned sadness. "What? You're not in love with me? What am I to do?"

[Y/N] sighed and glared at him, which only sent him into a fit of laughter, doubling over and dropping his towel. When he recovered, she stood against the counter, just as unamused as before. He shook his head and grinned, holding his hands up in defense. "Look, you've got nothing to worry about. I don't feel that way either. It's just sex, right?"

"Right."

"So then, what? We're 'friends with benefits?'" He asked cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever you wanna call it."