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“All I’m saying is that I’ve been t-told I’m a good lay.” Kushina protested, unable to keep the shiver out of her voice.
They were cold, but they just had to wait until morning for extraction. This particular safe haven wasn’t meant to be used in the winter, but with Kumo’s ANBU equivalent chasing them over two countries, they didn’t exactly have much choice.
Mikoto had breathed just enough fire along the seems to loosen the boulder from its icy prison, revealing the cave within. They’d darted in, barely a few seconds to spare, and the makeshift door blocked all light behind them.
With luck, the water and steam would quickly refreeze, covering up all evidence of their presence. To be sure, clones continued on towards Fire, Smoke and Shadow biting out a chunk of their reserves. Well, Mikoto’s, at least—Kushina would be fine.
If only they could have risked a fire.
They couldn’t, though—the heat would melt the ice—and they had nothing to burn, besides. Like all the literal hole-in-the-ground hidey spots procured by ANBU, however, it had the bare essentials: extra kunai, extra shuriken, extra armor, bandages and, clearly as an afterthought, three dusty ration bars buried behind the rest.
Kushina had risked the barest flicker of chakra to unseal two blankets, one of which she now wore draped over shaking shoulders.
“Y-you w-want to f-find out?” She dared, chin high.
Mikoto’s silence wasn’t one of disbelief, though now she draws an eyebrow high in it.
“Really?” Asked Mikoto, moving her chakra under her skin. It was a delicate balance, molding chakra into fire nature internally, but she’d done more difficult trapped with worse companions than Kushina.
It kept her warm.
“What do you mean, ‘really’, dattebane?” And suddenly there was a heaving mass of redhead in her lap, mask long-since thrown to the wayside.
“I’m the-the best lay in all of Fire and half of Wave!” She stuck her nose in Mikoto’s face.
Mikoto’s hands found ice cold hips under the drape of blanket.
“Oh, yeah?” She asked. She channeled her chakra to get her hands hot instead of warm, watching smugly. Kushina’s eyes crossed. She lost some righteous fire.
“Yeah, t-t-‘ttebane!” She insisted seconds later, moving her entire body into Mikoto’s.
Mikoto smiled.
“You just want me for my body.” She huffed, spreading her elbows so Kushina could fit. She edged the blanket on her shoulders forward until it covered Kushina’s as well, double-layering it in places.
Kushina’s cold face rubbed against hers, seeking warmth.
“Mm, yeah. You’re hot, Miko-chan—oof.”
Mikoto pinched her side hard.
She laughed.
“We just have to last until morning.” Mikoto rolled her eyes. “Shikuro’s team will extract us.”
“I know.” Kushina switched cheeks, cozy in their little bubble. The kiss of it was cold, unexpected. “So, I might as well get comfortable.”
She wiggled a little and, this close, Mikoto couldn’t hide the way her breath hitched.
Kushina stilled briefly.
“Or,” She proposed, carefully chipper. “I could… prove it?”
“Prove what.” Mikoto muttered, too flat to be a proper question, and in answer Kushina rolled her hips. Mikoto’s hands went from holding to clutching and guiding in a hot second, embarrassingly eager.
It wasn’t even a good position, but she moaned anyway.
“I’m a great lay.” Kushina said hot in her ear, bearing down with her hips. “We’ve got all night. Don’t you want me to show you?”
“Yes.” Mikoto blurted, shifting. Her arms snaked around Kushina’s back, pulling her flush.
Kushina grinned, barely visible in the dark.
“Come here, you ridiculous creature.” Mikoto angled her head, took her lips in a hungry kiss.
Kushina met her halfway.
By the time Squad C arrived for extraction, they’d been in and out of their clothes thrice over, and they were using one blanket as a bed.
But they were warm.