This is my first completed fanfic ever. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: No way in hell do I own Naruto. If I did, trust, there would be more of Kakashi with no shirt.
The flowers were blooming that night. The night he came to her. All was dark, kind of empty; nothing but the world, the slight chill in the air, and the flowers blooming for the first time. That was when her window slid open, an almost silent whisper of sound.
"Kakashi-sensei?"
"Shh." He placed a finger to her lips. "No talking right now."
"I've been waiting since 6:30. Where were you?!"
He leaned in close, his body against hers. "Sakura, really, no more talking.", he whispered. He moved in even closer to her body, her breasts against his chest, her belly against his groin, and thigh against thigh. Sakura sighed as he wrapped his arms around her, snuggling her even closer.
"You're late. Again. By three whole hours. You were supposed to meet Naruto, Sasuke, and I for training early this evening." Sakura felt heat flood her body as he touched his forehead to hers and he breathed gently across her lips. "Sensei—"
"No more sensei, Sakura." he breathed. "Say my name, only my name, just once."
She gasped. Suakura had known this man since she was a child. They had trained together, fought together, lived together. And not once had she called him by name.
Not once.
Kakashi.
Good she could think it. Now, out loud.
"K—k…"
No! She shut her eyes closed tight and buried her faced against his jonin vest and shivered a little. Kakashi looked down at the woman-child in his arms. This girl he had seen through all stages in her life, from child, to puberty, to this moment in time. This woman he had loved for a lifetime before he even knew her. And she couldn't even say his name.
But that was all about to change tonight.
Heat. That was the first thing that came to mind when she thought about this man. Burning, scalding, blinding, heat. Searing her from the inside. Pain and pleasure rolled into one. The tightness inside that it caused made her want to cry with the strength of the emotions that she felt.
And he was there with her trough it all. He felt the heat too. It pulled him up wave after wave, and once they soared over that crest of bliss, pounding into ecstasy, he knew that he would never be the same without her.
Later, as they lay gasping on top of her mattress, Sakura snuggled close to her former teacher. In reaction to her movement against his still pulsing body, Kakashi groaned softly and buried his face in her hair.
"Kakashi," she whispered. Just that, his name. She could say it without embarrassment now. Without blushing, pausing, or stammering.
"Mmmm… I like the sound of my name on your lips Sakura." He murmured. Then he rolled over on top of her once more and looked into her eyes.
"Let me hear it one more time."