03. tossing a coin

"If it's heads," he says calmly, the coin lying gently in his palm, "We go do something productive. If it's tails, we sit here and watch the clouds."

Couldn't argue with that logic, she supposes, and watches the coin with lethargic amusement as it comes down, heads first.

He swears like a sailor, but begrudgingly stands, stretching like a cat who laid all day in the sun.

"Where are you going?" She asks him curiously, her legs crossed comfortably on the grass.

He stares at her with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

She grins widely before pulling him down by his Chuunin vest, her lips meshing with his.

"There are plenty of productive things we can do sitting right here." She smiles into his mouth, before pulling him down into another kiss.

Perhaps they should be productive more often.