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Many years passed since the tumultuous days of Sakura's early Shinobi training.
With the passing seasons, Sakura grew from a frightened, fragile child to a strong young woman.
She watched her friend, Naruto, develop his skills and become a great warrior.
Sasuke, the man she loved nearly destroyed himself in pursuit of revenge.
Battles were raged and fought.
And somehow, through them all, Sakura survived.
Now she worked mainly at the Konoha hospital as a talented medical-nin.
Sometimes after work, Sakurastopped by a little restaurant close to her apartment for a cherry wine cooler.
It had been a hard day and she let out a sigh as she walked.
Yep.
She could use a drink before heading home tonight.
A few minutes later, Sakura sat at the bar, sipping her drink, lost in the silent world of her thoughts.
Behind her, the music played loudly as the other customers laughed, talked, and danced.
Sakura looked at her drink sadly.
She rarely had time to go out with her friends.
Soon to be twenty-two, she had never been on a date.
….Except that awkward one with Naruto.
Sakura rolled her eyes.
That didn't count.
Not really.
Sakura had spent so long waiting for Sasuke.
He left…
He went dark….
He came back….
He left again.
Why?
To rectify his sins?
He could have easily settled in Konoha and raised a family with Sakura.
Sakura narrowed her eyes.
Even if she and Sasuke were together, Sakura was sure that she would be spending a large amount of her time alone.
Sakura turned and watched everyone dancing on the floor.
Sadness and longing crept into Sakura's green eyes.
She was alone.
Maybe…..
Maybe she didn't want to be alone.
A strange, beady-eyed man sat down on the stool beside her and gave her a toothy grin.
Sakura cleared her throat.
On second thought, maybe she did want to be alone after all.
"What'cha drinking, sweetheart?" The man asked with a lascivious smile, showing his rotting teeth.
"Oh, it's…...it's nothing." Sakura said, getting up to leave.
Well, the fun was over.
Time to go home.
"It don't look like nothing…." The man hissed, grabbing Sakura's wrist.
He was annoyed that she didn't seem interested in talking to him.
Sakura scowled at the man.
She could take him, of course, but she'd really rather not cause a scene.
Sakura didn't want any trouble, but as he glared ominously, it seemed that trouble certainly wanted her.
Sakura's green eyes widened as a hand shot out and clamped over the man's.
"Actually, we were just on our way out." A low, smooth voice called from behind her.
The man in front of Sakura looked terrified.
"R-right! S-sorry, Hokage!" He stuttered, hopping off the stool and waddling off.
Sakura whirled around.
"Kakashi-sensei?!" She gasped, seeing Kakashi, the current Hokage of Konoha, her former teacher, standing behind her.
"Good evening, Sakura." Kakashi smiled through his mask.
"What are you doing here? It's good to see you!" Sakura smiled.
"Good to see you too." Kakashi replied, keeping his smile. "I was just passing by."
It had been many years since they had seen each other.
Sakura silently admired how tall and strong Kakashi looked.
Maybe it was just because of his heroic intervention…
Kakashi silently marveled at how beautiful Sakura has grown to be.
Maybe it was just because of how fragile she had just seemed….
"And you saw…..?" Sakura asked, raising an eyebrow in reference to the uncomfortable situation Kakashi had rescued her from.
"I always know when my students are getting into trouble." Kakashi laughed.
Sakura giggled.
The years where Kakashi had been her teacher had long passed.
Both of them knew that, but referencing those early days brought back fond memories for both.
Now, as an adult, standing in front of Kakashi with loud music, alcohol, and dancing…..Sakura felt an odd sort of tension rising.
Sakura and Kakashi both found themselves seeing each other as something entirely different than student and teacher.
Come to think of it, Sakura had never hung out with Kakashi alone.
"Would you like to dance?" Kakashi asked.
It was a bit strange, but it seemed natural.
Much better than staring awkwardly at each other.
"Sure." Sakura replied with a shrug.
Why not?
Kakashi held out a hand, which Sakura graciously took.
He led the pinkette out onto the dance floor and slowly, a bit stiffly, they began to dance.
Sakura held Kakashi's hand and shoulder tightly.
Kakashi kept a very formal grip on Sakura's waist.
The song changed and they kept dancing.
When the next song came on, they broke apart and walked over to the bar for a break.
Kakashi flagged down the bartender for service.
Kakashi had a drink.
They shared a chat, catching up and reminiscing about old times….
The song changed again and again, yet still, they kept talking.
They kept connecting.
Kakashi and Sakura seemed to be much more at ease once they relaxed with each other.
There were no more drinks, but they spent the next couple of hours dancing.
Sakura's body began to loosen, eventually undulating and grinding against Kakashi's.
Kakashi's grip became rough and possessive, holding onto Sakura as if she were something to be claimed.
Sakura leaned into his touch…..
Kakashi did not fail to notice.
At last, a slow song played and Sakura danced with her back to Kakashi's chest, rubbing her pert, rounded bottom so teasingly against his groin.
The pinkette closed her eyes as Kakashi kneaded his fingers skillfully into the soft flesh of her hips, delving closer and closer to the center of her abdomen.
Both of them were adults.
They knew what they wanted.
They knew what they needed.
The life of a Shinobi was a depraved one.
Denied of simple pleasures, wrought with sacrifice…
Short.
Why did it have to be so short?
Kakashi had always been so disciplined.
Kakashi was Hokage now.
Maybe, just for a moment…..he could….have a simple pleasure?
Just for himself?
Sakura had always been so obedient.
She had spent so much time waiting…... for what?
As Sakura moved her body against Kakashi, the pinkette decided something.
She didn't have time to wait.
"Sakura," Kakashi whispered into her ear while they danced, their warm bodies moving painfully slow against each other.
"Yeah?" Sakura asked breathlessly.
"Sakura…" Kakashi was asking, his low voice husky with need.
"Yeah." Sakura nodded, answering the silent question.
With a low growl, Kakashi quickly pulled Sakura behind him, off of the dance floor, and out into the night.
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It seemed like only a moment and they found themselves high in the Hokage mansion, standing in Kakashi's bedroom.
"Mmm, Kakashi-sensei….." Sakura sighed as Kakashi held her close, placing soft kisses through his mask down her throat.
Kakashi picked Sakura up as if she were a soft, fragile blossom.
He carried her to the large bed in the center of his room.
The plush covers indented as Kakashi delicately sat Sakura down on the bed.
Kakashi bent his head and captured Sakura's lips again in hungry, almost angry kisses.
"Take me…." Sakura whispered against his lips.
That was an order the Hokage didn't have to hear twice.
Sakura's clothes went first. Kakashi peeled them off as if he were unwrapping a candy bar.
With Sakura's eager help, Kakashi soon found himself standing in front of the pinkette, exposed.
They stared at each other's bare bodies for a long moment.
Sakura gazed at Kakashi.
Why had he stayed single all this time?
Her former teacher was well endowed.
Kakashi drank her Sakura in, admiring her full curves and petite frame.
As Kakashi admired Sakura's beauty, a small part of him wondered if Sasuke hadn't suffered some brain damage under Orochimaru's supervision.
The Uchiha heir had to be crazy not to have claimed the pinkette yet….
Kakashi smirked.
Sasuke's loss~.
Kakashi crawled onto the bed and placed Sakura's hands on his mask.
The pinkette's eyes widened as she felt Kakashi help her pull it off.
Kakashi wanted Sakura to see him for who he really was, not her teacher, not the Hokage, but himself, Kakashi Hatake.
Sakura's cheeks tinted pink when she finally saw his face…...
Even with his scar, Kakashi was quite handsome.
"You're beautiful, Sakura…." Kakashi whispered.
Sakura smiled sweetly and closed her eyes, leaning in.
Their lips met softly at first.
It took only a moment for their kiss to deepen as they tasted each other, purring softly.
Through the night, Kakashi and Sakura continued their dance.
A very new, intimate dance.
Far different from the one in the restaurant.
Now they laid naked, their bodies locked together tightly, undulating against each other in the throes of passion.
Sakura had never felt so loved, so admired.
Kakashi was everywhere….
His hands…..
His mouth…
His eyes…
….devouring her neck, breasts, arms, belly, back, bottom, legs, feet, womanhood.
It was as if he was trying to consume her completely.
When they finally reached their final peaks of pleasure, they collapsed exhausted onto the bed.
Kakashi pulled Sakura onto his shoulder and kissed her pink hair.
It would be easier to say it all happened because of the alcohol.
But Sakura and Kakashi had only had a drink.
They were far from drunk.
No, maybe it was years of suppressed attraction, or maybe it was just the evolution of feelings between a man and a woman.
Kakashi thought as he and Sakura drifted off to sleep shortly before dawn…..
Their first time together had been sweet.
What better way to make love to a cherry blossom like Sakura?
Kakashi was positive that even if Sasuke had accepted Sakura, he would never have been sweet with her.
Sasuke was too focused on himself, even now.
Leaving his village behind to travel for months on end….
The pinkette deserved better.
In his sleep, Kakashi's grip on Sakura tightened possessively.
Sakura deserved to be treated like this, sweetly.
Sakura deserved a lot of things, and Kakashi was sure he could give them to her.