Summary: fluff + weed

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Flashback

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"Hi! Welcome to Taco Bell may I take your order?" a high-pitched, overly excited voice asked as Kiba rolled up to the drive-through rolled down his window even more and leaned in closer to the box.

"Hey, yeah I'll have a Dr. Pepper, two bean burittos, some quesadillas, and one Crunch Wrap Supreme."

"Anything else, sir?"

Akamaru jumped across the seat onto his lap and barked into the receiver. "Make that two Crunch Wraps."

He pulled up to the next window to pay for his food, this time greeted by an employee who didn't seem to share the same exuberance for his job as the girl who took his order. He handed Kiba his change and extra packets of hot sauce whith out looking away from a fixed point in the distance, his facial expression dripping with boredom. Kiba pulled away and parked in a parking spot to enjoy his food and think about the night's previous around 5pm on a regular school day, he had received a not-so-regular text from Ten-Ten, a girl he went to school with. He picked her and her friend up around seven and three of them smoked together in his car.

"I can't believe I was this close to kissing Sakura. This close, Akamaru." He pinched his fingers together in emphasis. Akamaru's stomach groaned before he passed rolled down his windows. "Gross, buddy. I guess those burritos weren't a good idea." He took a sip of his drink.

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Earlier That Day

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"Just hit it, Sakura! Don't be such a baby. Don't knock it till you try it."

Sakura glanced around nervously. "I don't know Ten-Ten."

"You want to be a nurse right? Medical Marijuana is prescribed every day to patients. It can't be that bad then. Don't you want to know what the thing you're prescribing them is like?"

"I doubt I'll be giving out marijuana prescriptions. You have to be a licensed doctor in a state where medicinal marijuana has been legalized."

Kiba laughed from the front seat as he met her eyes in the rear view mirror. "It's okay, you don't have to if you don't want to."

Sakura blushed. She didn't want to feel like such a square but she normally didn't do things like this.

"More for us then," Ten-Ten giggled, taking another hit before passing the joint to Kiba. They talked a while more and watched the starts move across the sky through the sunroof of Kiba's Jetta. When the joint burn down to the last few hits, Ten-Ten turned to her friend once more.

"Come on, Sakura, last chance to try."

"I don't think so…"

"Hey I have an idea! What if one of us gives you a shotty?"

"A what?"

"It's still smoking, Ten-Ten, she doesn't want to," Kiba said softly.

"You give it to her Kiba! It'll be fun Sakura, don't be such a baby." Ten-Ten glared at both of them.

"O…kay." Sakura was not sure what she had just agreed to.

"Um, okay," Kiba took a hit and leaned toward Sakura hesitantly. Sakura watched his face move closer and closer until she was sure he was going to kiss her. When his face was just inches from her she pulled away and squealed in -Ten's laughter filled the car and Kiba joined in after moment. Sakura gaped at both of them.

"What just happened here?"

Ten-Ten was choking on her laughter. "Oh, nothing, nothing. You should have seen the look on your face. Priceless, right Kiba?" Kiba coughed from the smoke and laughing too hard.

Sakura decided that she had had enough embarrassment for one night. She grabbed the joint between Kiba's lips and put it to her own, inhaling sharply. Her two friends stared at her as she continued to inhale. When she finally released, Ten-Ten hooted and Kiba clapped, impressed. She coughed and exhaled, watching the smoke fill the car and rise out through the open sunroof and into the starry sky.

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present

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A branch scraped at the window. The seconds struck by loudly. Sakura's pencil scratched at the looseleaf in her notebook. Akamaru snorted and his claws scratched the hardwood floor as he chased something in his sleep. Kiba groaned and dropped his head onto the keyboard of his computer."We've been at this for three hours." He complained.

"Is it break time yet?"

"We're almost finished. Are you done typing up the answers to those questions yet?" Sakura asked, sending him a sharp look over her shoulder.

"Almost," he lied.

"I don't believe you." The pink-haired girl rose from her seat and stepped toward the Kiba at the computer. "Kiba! We've been here all night and you've barely typed out half the answers. I even wrote them out for you."

"He-he… oops" he muttered, suddenly becoming fascinated by a dusty old snow globe on his groaned.

"Kiba."

"I hate typing. I'm no good at it. You're much faster than me, let's switch."

"You know it doesn't matter if we switch, I'm still going to be doing all the work anyways."

"That's not true, I'm sure Sasuke's at home working diligently on all his part of the project right now," he replied slyly. Sakura didn't seem to care."Here," Kiba continued, wheeling his cushioned computer chair away from the desk just enough so that he had room to pull Sakura into his lap. "I'll stay here, and you can help me finish typing." His mouth was right next to her ear, and he could feel her skin prickle as he tucked a pink lock of hair behind her ear.

"…Fine then." She tried to sound resilient but he could see in the reflection of the computer screen that she was grinning.

"Yay." He leaned back in his chair triumphantly. Sensing that there was now more space behind her back, Sakura took the opportunity to make herself more comfortable and shifted her weight on his lap. Oh shit, Kiba thought. If his nether regions weren't aware that their was a girl in his lap before, they definitely were now. He sat back up and rested his head on her shoulder, brushing her hair to the side."You know, this project isn't due until the end of the week…"

"Really? I had no idea." Sakura murmured, paying more attention to the words she was typing rather than the husky voice in her ear.

Grrr. Kiba hated being ignored. He stopped her typing by placing his hands on hers and pulling her closer to him.

"I think we've done enough work for tonight."

Sakura remained persistent. "I really think we haven't. I want to get this finished tonight." She swatted his hands away and went back to her work. "Why don't you just take a break and do something else for a little."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, take a nap with Akamaru, knit a sweater, smoke a bowl, anything."

Kiba lit up. "What was last thing?"

"Knit a sweater," she said flatly.

"What a marvelous idea." He got up from the chair and walked about his room. From is sock drawer he pulled out a tiny pipe, retrieved a jar from the top highest of his closet, and a blue lighter from the pocket of a pair of pants from his hamper.

"Are you seriously doing that right now?" Sakura asked once she heard him first exhale and noticed the skunky smell wafting about the room.

"Yup." He exhaled once more.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"What, are you concerned about me? You have nothing to worry about." Sakura remained silent.

"What about your mom? Won't she find out?"

"Don't worry, your it's not like your clothes will smell like anything," Kiba continued. (Actually, that was exactly what Sakura was worried about.) "And my mom knows, she doesn't really care."

"But she cares a little bit?"

"She doesn't like it, but she realizes it's not that bad and she's not going to be able to stop me. It's fine." He lit up once more."If you keep typing away over there like a little secretary you'll be fine," he reiterated. "Unless you can't stay away from me, in which case I have some Febreeze right here." He held up a blue spray bottle on the floor next to his bed and winked, presenting it to her like one would for a product on a late-night infomercial.

"I'm not sure how I'll ever manage," she said sarcastically, turning back to the computer flipped on the Tv while he toked into the night. Akamaru snored quietly at his feet and Sakura typed away on the an hour of typing, Sakura's fingers began to hurt. They were starting to cramp and her eyes were getting heavy from staring at the screen for so long. She glanced over at Kiba, who looked like he was half asleep, watching some clock on the cable box read 10:30. Sakura flexed her back and stretched her arms above her head, a low yawn escaping from her mouth. Kiba noticed and looked up. sakura laughed.

"Wow, you look so high right now."A sheepish grin erupted across his face.

"I look so hot? Why thank you."

"No! High, you idiot!" She couldn't help but laugh along with finished laughing and for a brief moment the room was silent apart from the low hum of the television.

"Come here," Kiba beckoned toward his bed. Sakura wasn't sure this was such a good idea but Kiba's down comforter and cushiony pillows look so inviting to her tired eyes. She laid down next to him and awkwardly placed her head on his shoulder. His arm came down beside her and secured her in place. On the Tv screen and cartoon blue jay was wrestling with a raccoon. They watched Tv for awhile, the silence occasionally broken by Kiba's stoned giggles, which would in turn make Sakura giggle. She looked up at him. He looked so content.

"Is there any left?"

He glanced down at her. "What?"

"You know.."

He laughed. "The pink princess wants to smoke?"

"Maybe." She grinned.

"No." He returned his attention to the cartoon.

"What! Why not? You did."

"I know."

"So you can do it but I can't?"

"Yep." She scoffed.

"See, unlike me, you still have your undefiled innocence and a future ahead of you."

"You are such a hypocrite! And I'm not that innocent… I just want to see what it's like."

"You know what it's like, we smoked together before remem-" Kiba stopped mid sentence.

"I know! See you know I'm not so innocent after all." She crossed her arms and glared at thought for a moment.

"Oh alright, I think there's one hit left."

She grinned happily as Kiba retrieved his pipe and lit it. "Wait! What are you doing?" She exclaimed when Kiba held it to his mouth and started to inhale. "No fair."

After Kiba sucked in the last of the smoke he suddenly leaned in dangerously close to her. Smoke burned her eyes as he parted his lips.

"Remember?" He asked, before placing his mouth on hers and exhaling into it. She coughed a bit, and when he leaned back he saw that she was blushing. He couldn't resist. He bent down and kissed her allowed herself several moments of bliss where they inhaled and exhaled each other's essence before she was snapped back to reality.

"It's getting late."

"Mhmm," Kiba trailed kisses from the corner of her lips, across her jaw line, and down her neck.

"My parents…"

"Won't realize a thing."

"They'll smell it on my clothes."

"I know how to fix that…"

Sakura melted against Kiba's warm tongue on her neck and smiled as she watched her pale blouse fall to the floor.