Prologue:
"We shouldn't be doing this."
She whispers softly, around feverish gasps for air as his lips trail small kisses down her chin, to the hollow of her throat -suckling and nibbling hungrily. He ignores her entirely; he knows she wants this just as much as he does. Her mouth drops open and her thought process begins to scatter into a jumbled mess of nothing. She struggles to voice her disaproval once again -at least before her reluctance vanishes.
However, her next words of protest turn into a low, drawn out moan as his roughly calloused hands slip beneath the pleats of her skirt, stroking the tops of her thighs with a feather-light carress.
"Kakashi."