Day 12 – Mittens and Scarfs:

Their love making was slow and sensual. The touch of warm hands on sensitised skin, the press of sweat slicked chests, the glide of muscles as they strained and bucked against each other.

It was sweet in its sensuality, and the time they could spend enjoying each other in front of the flickering fire in the comfort of Iruka's flat.

Iruka sighed softly, hand clasped together with Kakashi's as they lay side by side. The other man panting quietly. Iruka couldn't stop the contented grin from splitting his lips as he rolled over to face the other man, running a lone finger down his now exposed nose, lips and chin.

"I have something else for you."

Iruka watched that eyebrow arch again and smiled at the lazy smirk that tilted Kakashi's lips.

"Oh, more of that?

Iruka chuckled, swatting Kakashi's arm lightly before rolling up to sit, reaching around the end of the sofa once more. He caught hold of what he was looking for and with a triumphant chuckled he presented Kakashi with the other part of his present.

"Mittens, sensei?"

Iruka smiled and watched as Kakashi's eyes curved and his lips pulled into a smile before that sultry gleam filled his gazer once more.

"What?"

Iruka couldn't help but question, always amused by the Jounin's ingenuity when it came to mundane things in their bedroom.

"I'm sure I could think of something we could do with these…sensei."

Iruka laughed loudly, before clamping his hand over his mouth to keep the sound in. He leant in and nipped Kakashi lip quickly withdrawing.

"I'm sure you can Kakashi. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Iruka."