Hey guys! There is a serious lack of Ayame/Kakashi fics and I hope to remedy that! No, I will not be giving up KakaSaku. Yes, I will be back to updating them more regularly now that my semester is ending. I hope you all enjoy this fic!

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"You sure we can't convince you to come out with us, Ayame?"

The woman lifted her head from the cash register she stood behind and smiled to the men making their way out the door. It was closing time at Ichiraku, and two servers and the cook stood by the front doors waiting for her answer. With a smile, Ayame shook her head and gestured to the money she had been counting. "Not tonight, guys. Maybe next time."

One of the servers hung his head a bit lower than the rest. Ayame knew that Jin liked her and had been hoping that by brushing him off every time he asked her out, he would get the hint that she didn't feel the same. Since the day her father had hired him, he had asked her out at every turn. Tonight, was no different. He sighed and hung back for just a moment longer than the others and Ayame waited patiently for the inevitable sales pitch.

"You know, you always say that," he smiled, resting an elbow on the corner of the front counter. "What will it take to get you to loosen up and have fun for once?" He gave her one of his infamous grins, the kind that he only gave to women he was interested in and while it usually worked, it never did on Ayame. He hated that it was powerless against her.

Ayame scowled but resisted the urge to tell him that talking to her like that was a sure way to keep her from ever going out with him. Half the reason Jin liked her was because she had managed to resist him for the past eight months. Well, that's what she suspected anyway. She had seen him meet with countless, different women after his shifts and she had no desire to be another one.

Smiling as sarcastically as she could, she reached out and pinched Jin's cheek, letting him know exactly what she thought of him. "Maybe if your idea of fun wasn't getting stupid drunk at the bar and going home with a different girl every night, I'd be more willing to come."

Jin ignored her attempt to put him in his place, the corner of his lip lifting in a wicked smirk. "Oh, I could make you willing to come, Ayame."

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes and went back to counting the stack of cash and checks she had pulled from the register. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Jin spin on his heel and make his way out the door to meet up with the other men who matched his deviant lifestyle. Their laughter echoed through the streets and though she hadn't been paying too much attention, she could only guess that their minds were already in the gutter.

Ayame was glad to be rid of them for the night. They were good workers, but she could only take so much of the sex jokes and cat calling that they considered so clever and hilarious. All she could hear now was the soft, ambient music playing over the speakers positioned in the corner of the dining room. She counted the rest of the day's profit and gathered it into a bag for the nightly deposit.

Slamming the register drawer shut with her hip, she turned to the kitchen and set the deposit bag down on one of the tables before turning to the kitchen door. From behind her, the bell above the door rang, making her heave an exasperated sigh.

"For the last time, Jin, I'm not coming out to drink with—" The words died on her lips as she whirled around and blinked in surprise at the familiar figure standing just inside the door.

She stood, half of her in the kitchen and half still in the dining area, holding the door open with her jaw nearly dropping to her chest. She quickly clamped her mouth shut and stood up straighter. It had been a while since she had seen Kakashi, especially after he became Hokage. His visits with Naruto were few and far between beforehand and had all but stopped in the past year. After such a long absence from him, Ayame couldn't stop herself from reacting to his presence. Her pulse quickened and all coherent thought in her head went out the window, leaving her to stand there gaping like a fish.

Kakashi shuffled on his feet and pushed his hands into his pockets, glancing around the empty dining room. "Ah, looks like I'm a bit too late."

Too late? Late for what?

Oh. Right. To eat.

Ayame snapped herself out of her daze and shook the confusion from her head, stepping back into the dining area. "Oh, yeah," she laughed. "We actually closed half an hour ago. But, I could still make you something if you're hungry."

Kakashi waved her off, shaking his head. "No, I can't ask you to do that." As soon as the words left his mouth, he hesitated as if he were wondering if he could actually ask her to do that now that he was Hokage. Ayame bit her lip and ducked her head to hide a giggle, before gesturing toward the line of stools along the counter.

"You're the Hokage. I think my father would be horrified if I didn't make you something to eat." She laughed and Kakashi moved toward her. There was a slight stumble to his step, and she realized with a blink that he was drunk. Not as drunk as she had seen some of the men she worked with become but, he was definitely inebriated and the closer he got to her, the more evident it was behind his gaze. She put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips, watching him slide into one of the stools slowly, as if she wouldn't be able to tell if he was extra careful.

He pushed a hand through his hair and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to smile up at her, but it faltered as soon as he noticed the look of disapproval across her face. "Oh, I know what that look means," he said with a wince.

Ayame sighed and dropped her arms to her side, wishing he didn't look so cute with the warmth of shame touching the small bit of his cheeks that she could see over his mask. He was a grown man with an extremely stressful job. If he wanted to drink, who was she to tell him otherwise? Deciding not to scold him, Ayame leaned against the counter and nodded toward the board behind him where she had written the specials earlier that day. "What would you like to eat, Kakashi-sama?"

With a small scowl sent her way for being so formal with his name, he turned to look over the small menu, rubbing his chin in thought. "You know," he started, twirling back around on the stool to face her once again. "I've never really liked ramen."

She blinked down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Well, you certainly fooled us. I can't count how many times you've sat at our counter, eating a bowl with Naruto." To say she was a bit offended was an understatement. Drunk Kakashi was becoming a bit annoying. How would he like it if she strolled into his office and told him she didn't like the way he led the village? She would never do something like that, but she was sure he would be a bit miffed at her.

Kakashi chuckled at her aggravation and reached for her hand. She held her breath and stared down at his fingers curling around hers. He pulled her toward him, and the room spun around her. What was happening? Why was he touching her? Kakashi looked up at her through his long eyelashes and if she hadn't been so mesmerized, she would have. Once her knees touched his, he stopped tugging on her hand and let it fall from his grasp. "I was humoring Naruto. If I even suggested eating somewhere else, he would be as offended as you right now."

"Well, that didn't stop you from coming in by yourself a few nights out of the month."

"Ayame," Kakashi murmured her name, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver rolling down her body. He was staring at her in a way she had never seen before. Sure, Jin often looked at her when he thought she wouldn't notice, letting his eyes linger on her ass or chest.

But this…

This was heat and desire. It was lust and need and for the first time in a long time, she was feeling something very similar. But, this was ridiculous. He was drunk and knew she had a crush on him a long time ago. This was just an easy conquest for him, and she cursed herself for becoming this involved. It was best to treat this exactly how she would treat any other man in this situation. Laugh it off and pretend it's a joke. But, the laughter she desperately wanted to bubble up from her chest was stuck. She was caught in his gaze like a moth in a spider's web.

"Yes, I came here by myself and I ate a bowl of ramen that I wasn't fond of because I knew you'd be here to serve it to me." Okay, now it was time to fake the laugh and excuse herself to go have a meltdown in the back where he couldn't see. Rolling her eyes with a bitter scoff, Ayame turned away from him. He caught her wrist and stopped her from retreating, standing from his stool to tower over her.

"Surely, you've noticed the way I look at you.".

Laugh, Ayame. Laugh it off and make him leave before you get yourself into any more trouble than you're already in! Her head was screaming at her to get a grip and stop this already. He was drunk and just looking for something easy. He didn't like her. He. Was. Drunk!

Ayame pushed his shoulder, barely making him move at all, and scoffed at his words. She cursed the way her heart raced and the tremble in her knees that made it hard for her to stand. "You know, you're awfully flirty when you drink—"

His mouth was on hers before she could finish her sentence, catching her completely off guard. One hand gripped his sleeve while the other hung limp at her side. In his haste, he had barely gotten his mask beneath his lips and Ayame could feel it brushing against her chin. All thoughts and breath left her body and all that remained was the feel of his lips on hers. He stepped closer, winding a hand around her waist to bring her nearer to him, his mouth sliding over hers to deepen their kiss.

Ayame blinked a few times before her body became fed up with her inability to respond and took over for her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she released her grip on his sleeve so he could bring his hand up to her hair. The bandana across her head fell away and his fingers raked through the strands it had been covering. She let him pull her head to the side, his lips urging her mouth to open. The feel of his tongue dipping between her lips to meet hers made her toes curl and she let out a tiny moan at the taste of alcohol on him.

His grip on the hair at the nape of her neck tightened enough to make her gasp and Kakashi pushed her back until her thighs hit the counter behind her. He lifted her with one hand, surprising her with his strength. The sudden feel of the countertop beneath her ass made her eyes snap open.

What the hell was happening?

What the hell happened to pushing him away and fleeing to the back to have a quick panic attack? How had she let him kiss her? Oh, but, it was so nice to be kissed by him. The feel of his fingers across her skin was electric and she knew she should slap his hand away but knowing that he was touching the bare skin on her side made her want to melt in his arms. The hunger and intensity of his kiss flowed through her, consuming her like a fire.

Ayame gasped as he pulled her legs apart and stepped between them, her skirt pooling around her thighs. She pulled away from him, breathless and trembling. She had almost forgotten how unbearably good looking he was. It made all protests she had been planning to say abruptly stop in the back of her throat. He searched her eyes, waiting for her to stop him and when he found nothing but pure desire in her gaze, he closed the distance between them once more. He kissed her hard, as if he were afraid he'd never get another chance. She let him.

Her hands moved on their own, reaching for his shirt. She pulled at the material until she could slip her hands against the warmth of his bare skin. The muscles rippling across his body, the thin scars scattered over his flesh, it all made her whimper helplessly and she let her fingers trace them down his stomach to the buckle of his belt. She was shaking so hard, terrified of what they were doing. Holding his belt between her fingers triggered the rational part of her brain to start working once again and she froze.

Was she actually planning to...to have sex with the Hokage on the counter of the restaurant her father built with his bare hands? It all sounded ridiculous, like a dream she would wake up from any moment. But, she didn't. He was still kissing her, and his hands were still exploring her body. The touch of his hands running up the length of her bare thigh made her gasp and he grinned against her mouth, moving to kiss her jaw and down to her neck. Ayame let her head fall back to give him room and she stared up at the dim lights above her. How many times had she stared up at this ceiling, bored out of her mind while listening to the chatter of customers? Now, she'd never be able to look up at it again without thinking of Kakashi's lips on her neck, or his hands eagerly making their way around the elastic band of her panties.

She had to stop this. No matter how good it felt, no matter how badly she was needing it. It had to stop. Now.

Ayame put her hands on his chest and pushed him, turning her head away from his mouth. "Kakashi, I can't do this." She was surprised by how suddenly he stepped away from her. She had expected him to put up more of a fight and for some reason, she was disappointed he hadn't. He pushed a hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breath. His pale lips were pink from kissing her so hard and she watched him reach up to touch them. God, why did he have to look so good? She bit her lip and forced herself to look away from him, knowing the temptation to bring him back again was too strong for her to resist if she was looking at him.

Slowly, she adjusted her skirt and slid off the counter, wanting nothing more than to run into the kitchen for that long-overdue panic attack. Risking a glance to him, she winced. He looked miserable, as if he had nothing but regret for what they had just done. It confirmed her initial belief that he had only seen her as an easy drunken conquest. Their kissing had sobered him up and he was beginning to think twice about her. Clearing her throat, she grabbed the deposit bag from the table she had dropped it on and hugged it to her chest. "I need to finish closing up," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Ayame, I-"

She held up a hand to stop him and shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's fine. Really. I won't tell anyone."

Who would believe her anyway?

He watched her for a moment, a strange sadness in his eyes that made her stomach tense up in knots. She could tell that he wanted to say something, that he was searching for the right words but after a few seconds, he sighed and gave up. He turned and pushed the door open before heading out into the night. Once he was clear of her sight, Ayame hurried to the door and twisted the lock. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, hoping that in his absence the thoughts in her head would calm down. They didn't.

She suspected that they wouldn't calm down anytime soon.

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