One Night Stand
There was something about having a smoke after an anonymous one night stand that Kakashi couldn't help but appreciate. The woman, having finally been fully satisfied after their third go, was passed out in her bed. She had actually lost consciousness on the couch, curled into Kakashi's lap with him still inside her, and he carried her into her room and tucked her in as any gentleman should. He wasn't nearly as exhausted as she, his ninja trained body offering him much better stamina, so he decided to take his cigarette out on the balcony so as not to disturb her in any way.
The fresh air was relaxing, brisk but it was only a light breeze on this quiet night. Occasionally he would feel the wind ruffle his hair and chill his sweat soaked skin, a gentle reminder of his evening activities. The smoke from the cigarette hanging from his mouth would tickle his nose, so he'd puff hard and take it out for a minute, trying to ignore all of his good sense screaming at him how bad the habit was. Though he always kept a pack and a lighter in his hip pouch, it was only nights like this that he would smoke. If he put too much thought into it he could offer blame for the habit to his father, having caught him in the same position more than once with a different woman in his room every time. Kakashi didn't think it really mattered though, so he chose not to think about it.
The brilliant orange glow was dying out, telling him it was time to head back in and collect his things. With one last strong puff, he tossed the butt over the balcony railing and walked back inside. Glancing over her small living room to find all his clothes, he remembered how their night started. She was fumbling with her keys, giggling as he stroked her thigh from behind her and whispered naughty things into her ear. Once through the door, their clothing didn't last long, and her hands seemed to be quicker than even his; he had smiled into her lips when he noticed she was already roaming his exposed chest while he still worked on the buttons holding her top closed.
They had moved about the room as they removed pieces of clothing one right after another, resulting in their evening wardrobes being spread across the entire room. Though he had to admit, he wasn't entirely sure how her panties had ended up hanging on the rack by the door he assumed was for her keys, but mentally patted himself on the back for such good aim in that regard. Once he collected each item of clothing he believed he walked in with and put on just about everything, save his gloves which instead were stuffed in his pockets, he wrote a small note of thanks with no signature on the white board in her kitchen and quietly left to return home.
Kakashi was sure he wouldn't see this woman again, and if so it would be only by chance encounter, but he hoped she might remember him fondly. Such a strange thing to hope for, but he always did in these situations. He was sure that there was no woman alive that he'd be able to settle down with as most ninja do, and if he did it would only be to pass on his genetics considering he was the last of his namesake. But he was lucky, being the last alive meant he didn't have any relatives bugging him to marry and have children. So he took these sort of nights as his only legacy outside of ninja duties. Of course he had already made a name for himself in that regard, or better yet simply carried on the Hatake legacy, but no one would remember him for anything else. Maybe this woman would, maybe the last one would, or maybe the next.
Anyone want me to do this from the girl's perspective? Anyone? We'll see.