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For all the time that she had known him, he had never been much of a talker. Even when he taught, everything was straight to the point and he didn't use any more words than absolutely necessary. That is unless it had something to do with himself, in which case he was vague and evasive. She had often teased him about it as they had grown closer over the years, complaining that she always supplied most of the conversation. He often replied that it was because he liked the sound of her voice now; it wasn't annoying the way it was when she had been a child. She usually laughed at this. It was comforting to be able to vent when she needed to without anyone interrupting. When she would calm down enough, he would point out any errors in logic or 'a breakdown in logic' as he would call it. Sakura enjoyed that about their friendship, he was her counter-balance.
Kakashi could usually be found on his free evenings at the pub where all the shinobi gathered at during free time. He was usually sitting in a dark corner with a familiar orange book to his face and accompanied by Konoha's number one medic protégé. It was a comfortable companionship that the two shared. Everything else in Konoha could change and Kakashi would still be the same, never changing. Sakura enjoyed that aspect of him, that he was like a steady river. She always thought that no matter how much she changed, he would stay the same. And yet, he still held an air of impregnable mystery about him. He probably knew everything about her, but she knew virtually nothing of him or his past. She talked constantly about the way she thought and felt, but he didn't. She didn't know his thought process, the way he arrived at decisions, the way he spent the time he wasn't with her, his love life, and certainly not the way he felt. Those personal things were off limits to her, but there was still a lot she did know, a lot that others didn't know. She had seen his face for one; she knew that even when he looked like he wasn't paying attention he was. She also knew his favorite foods were broiled saury with salt and miso with eggplant and that he hated tempura and was likely to steal her anko dumplings on occasion. Among the known things about Kakashi was that he was prone to walking close to her while they strolled the streets for whatever reason, sometimes brushing her shoulder with his arm. She never really figured out why, until one night he drunkenly admitted that he liked the way she smelled. She used this now to tease him into pseudo illicit banter, which he always won because she would end up blushing and turning away when things became too sexual. When this happened he would reach over, ruffle her hair and chuckle at her. She also knew that one of his favorite things to say was, 'if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen' (often used in the aforementioned banter).
Unfortunately for the two, things never stayed the same for long. Tension seemed to strain the friendship, something she couldn't quite explain. The silence that had once been comfortable and soothing was now awkward and forced. It was one night when he sat in her apartment at her table while she cooked that she asked the question.
"What's happened to us Kakashi?" she asked quietly.
"You've changed" he sighed.
"Have I changed?" she whispered.
"Yes" he replied, it was a simple and uncomplicated answer.
"How?"
"You've grown up" he replied, staring over his book and out the window.
"What kind of answer is that? I've been an adult for quite awhile now!" she was angry now. She heard him sigh softly again, he was weary.
"I've only just realized Sakura, and twenty two isn't quite so old."
She watched as he stood and walked to where she stood at the counter. She looked up at him as he stood over her. His visible eye was unreadable and she felt the weight of his gaze. She continued to stare at him as he brought an ungloved finger to her face. She gasped as he traced her jaw, in an instant the world had changed. The immensity of realization made her weak and suddenly aware of the space between them. Sakura recognized it the moment he touched her, he was attracted to her. She was no fool; she recognized attraction when she felt it. The most surprising epiphany was that she felt the same attraction. In a single moment in time she realized that maybe it was more than attraction and that possibly, just possibly she was in love with him. She was breathing heavily as his fingertip grazed her lip. All too quickly he was moving away from her and towards the door. Without thinking she followed, the knife she had been holding clattered to the floor forgotten. She reached him as he reached for the door knob. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back to her. Her hands reached to pull the ever present mask down and pull him to her. She kissed him, first tenderly and then with more passion. He pulled away suddenly, breathing shakily.
"Shut up, Kakashi" she whispered before he could say anything. For once she wanted him to stay silent.
She pulled him back again, bringing him down for another kiss. Sakura knew that she wanted him and that was all that mattered. Damn regret, it could wait for tomorrow. She pulled him toward her bedroom, she knew it was a little forward but shinobi had to live in the moment. Her life didn't always allow for propriety when it came to men. Suddenly she found herself against her bedroom door with Kakashi sucking and nibbling on the tender flesh of her neck. She moaned and he rewarded her with a passionate bite that made her stutter and gasp. She reached blindly for the handle on her bedroom door and finally he reached behind her and grasped it. Once he had her in the bedroom he grew frantic trying to get her out of her clothes as quickly as possible.
T he moment his mouth met the heated flesh of her breast, Sakura thought she would die. She was by no means a virgin, but she had never felt desire so fiercely. His tongue was doing things that sent stabbing slivers of desire straight to her core. She felt consumed by him, his hands and his mouth felt like they were everywhere at once. He left nothing unseen, untouched, or un-kissed. Once he had her completely naked he started once more on kissing everything he could see. He had her writhing beneath him, her body thrusting against his as she sought desperately to ease the aching between her legs.
He seemed to realize her plight and took pity on her. He kissed his way down her body, his hands sliding under her. She could feel his rough calloused hands holding her firmly as he stopped at her hips. She looked down at him nervously, leaning up on her hands to see what he was staring at. He was staring at a place none of her previous lovers had stared at. She knew what he was about to do even before his finger slid into her folds, finding purchase on the little nub that resided hidden at the apex of her thighs. He looked up at her; he didn't smirk at her or say anything of her nervous expression. He simply held her gaze as he lowered his mouth to her body; he continued to watch her as she gasped at the new sensation. He held her gaze still as his mouth lapped at her. Her eyes were hooded now, laced with lust. She could feel a long slender digit making come hither motions inside her. The motion of his hand and the slick slide of his tongue made her burn, he made her ache. The fire gathered low, concentrating in pit of her stomach. The feeling made her impatient, she squirmed in his grip. He tightened the grip his free hand held on her hip. She was thrusting against him now, his red and black gaze still held her. She whimpered, it was beginning to be too much. She debated on telling him to stop, whatever he was doing was almost painful. Suddenly her back arched and her head fell back against her shoulders. She gasped and cried out harshly. Sakura broke, he had shattered her entire being and she called out his name with the revelation of it.
He was standing, stripping himself of his clothing. She watched every inch of skin he revealed. She let her eyes drink in everything, the old battles scars on silken skin stretched over steel muscles. He finished and slid back over her still trembling body. She began touching him, desperate to feel all of him. She reached down to the hard length pressed against her thigh. The moment she touched him, he pulled her hand away with a sharp "No". She didn't question him, whatever the reason she was content with him leaning down to kiss her passionately. She could taste herself on him, slightly tangy and distinctly womanly. He positioned her body, and thrust himself in gently. It seemed that Kakashi made love in much the same way he fought. His movements were gauged to her reactions, every touch and thrust he watched the way her body reacted to him. He was always controlled, and yet she could feel the tensing in his body and the hitching in his breath. She was lost to the sensations though. She moved wildly against him, the fire inside her burned out of control. The orgasm ripped through her like a sharp knife. She cried out his name and raked her short nails down his back. She trembled still, and yet it hadn't been enough. She needed more, something more from him.
She needed him; she needed to see behind his façade. Even now, he didn't let it fall. He calculated everything; he wasn't in the moment the way she was. It occurred to her again how little she knew about this man. She was with him in the most intimate way and yet there was no intimacy from him. It was still just sex. She looked up at him only to find him staring back at her with lust glazed eyes.
"Am I boring you Sakura?" he whispered huskily as he gripped her hip tightly in retaliation for her preoccupation.
"N-ohhh, no." she replied as he thrust deeply into her. He wasn't boring her, but she wanted to see him crack.
"Wait, hmmm. Wait, Ka- Kakashi." She asked breathlessly as she pushed against his shoulders.
He slid himself out of her and proceeded to get off the bed. He was assuming she wanted him to stop, he was going to leave. Not in a million years, she wasn't finished with him yet. She reached out to grab his arm and pulled him back to the bed with a little chakra infused yank.
"I didn't want you to go" she said, still panting. "I just wanted to be on top is all" she smiled slightly and pulled him in for a kiss.
The lust was already gone from him, she had ruined the moment. She had to get it back. Sakura deepened her kiss and kneeled in between his legs. Her hand reached for his now semi hardened length. The moment she touched him, he gasped against her mouth. She liked that, she repeated the caress and was rewarded with a shudder. The flesh in her hand was hard and hot again now. He was still slick from her body, and now she used more pressure in her caress. He responded by grasping her shoulders hard and she knew she was about to lose her position on top. Quickly she climbed into his lap and let the hard flesh sink into her yielding warmth.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she ground her hips against his as her mouth assaulted his. He shuddered again and his hands grasped her hips as he pulled her tighter against him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and used her feet as leverage to move her body against his. He groaned. She moved faster, harder. She panted and shuddered against him. He repositioned her and fell artlessly against her pillows. His eyes were hooded as he watched her body writhe on top of his. He was breathing heavily now. He was the most erotic sight she had ever witnessed, his eyes were glazed, his hair was more askew than usual, and he panted for her. She could feel him bend his knees behind her so he could participate more. He held her in place and thrust up into her.
"Ka-Kakashi, ohhhh" she moaned. She looked again at him, at the way he looked at her.
She was coming again. Her eyes slid shut, her hands rested on his knees behind her, her back arched, and a keening cry left her throat.
She hadn't even recovered when she felt herself being rolled onto her back and him thrusting against her recklessly. He kissed her roughly. She moaned against his mouth, meeting his body thrust for thrust. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his narrow hips. This is what she wanted, she wanted him to feel as out of control as she felt. Knowing that he couldn't stop, that he was lost in this wave of passion pushed her that much closer to the edge. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, breathing harshly in her ear.
"Kakashi, hurry. Please." She panted, she was so close it was almost painful.
He shuddered at her words. She stuttered his name once more, and her body refused to wait any longer. She tried to wait for him, she was tense and her hand was gripping his hair tightly. She fell over the edge, her mouth opened in a silent scream. She tried to call out to him but all she managed was a low keening moan. From some far off place she felt him thrust twice more before she heard his breath catch.
"Fuck, Sakura" and he groaned low in his throat as he thrust in her once, twice and he fell against her breathing harshly in her ear.
Sakura decided that she liked his weight against her, it didn't matter that he was much bigger and taller. She liked that he trembled on top of her. It was nice to feel all consumed by someone; it was also nice to have a great lover. Kakashi had effectively thrown everything she knew about sex out the window. He had easily trumped her previous lovers. The age difference wasn't so bad, she thought. She figured he had great tricks to show her and she would probably love to learn all of them. Sakura also decided that no matter what Kakashi thought, this would happen again. Sakura would make him hers and he would just have to like it.