For the ladies on the FC. This isn't for anyone in particular, just because. I was listening to Mindless Self Indulgence while writing this. I think it shows.
I don't own Naruto... sadly.
"Goddamnit, Naruto! Don't put that there!" Upon hearing these words screamed from Sakura's bedroom window, Kakashi's foot paused in it's descent toward his next step.
"But Sakura-chan, you'll like it better!" Naruto whined loudly. Perhaps Kakashi really was a bit of perv, and under normal circumstances, he would pass by, mentally guffawing at his newfound knowledge. Unfortunately, these weren't normal circumstances.
"No, Naruto. This was a mistake." Sakura's regret was palpable, as Kakashi was making his way toward her window. He could hear shuffling, the sounds of clothes being hastily thrown around? And then, "What the FUCK did you do to my shirt?!"
Naruto's nervous laugh filtered out, and Kakashi could have slapped him when he said, "It was in the way?"
As Kakashi edged his way back toward the road to head home, considering the most interesting part was apparently over, he spun rapidly back around upon Sakura's admission of, "I should have had Kakashi do this."
Said man ran through scenarios in his head of what 'this' actually was. Perhaps it was her first seduction mission, and she was in need of practice. But no, it didn't make sense to ask him.
What if she needed a date to a foreign ball, and simply needed to learn to dance? Innocent enough, if Kakashi could remember that she was once his student. Just thinking of holding her petite waist in his large hands, twirling her, dipping her low only to bury his nose into her hair and breathe her scent was enough to convince Kakashi to climb the maple outside her window to offer his assistance.
He could have smacked Naruto when he asked, "You really think Kakashi would know how?" Was the kid really that dense? Two words could sum it up: Icha Icha.
Kakashi paused to unbuckle his vest, ready to assist Sakura with her needs, when the Kyuubi vessel announced he was leaving.
Upon hearing Sakura's depressed, "Thanks for trying," he redoubled his efforts up the tree.
His mind buzzed with scenes that COULD play out from Icha Icha. Sakura, dressed in only a towel, readying for her shower. He swoops into her window, silent and graceful. She turns and, seeing his lithe form, cries out and drops the tiny piece of terry cloth separating her petal soft skin from his calloused hands.
Rushing forward, he wraps his arms around her, dips her back, and passionately, their lips meet. The pink-haired siren swoons. He supports her, bridal-style, and deposits her on her bed.
"We mustnt," she whispers, innocent and pure, as his mysteriously unclothed form is braced above her.
"There are many things we mustnt do, but we do them anyway," he murmurs into the juncture of her neck...
He was snapped out of his reverie by the creaking of a bed above him. Well that shouldn't be happening yet.
Making his way to her window, he turned to crawl through it. A rip sounded as his pant leg snagged and he tumbled in.
"Kakashi?!" He looked up to see Sakura towering over him, a concerned and bemused expression attractively adorning her face. As he sat up, Kakashi took a look around her bedroom.
"It's good you're here, actually. I just bought this bed, and I can't figure out how to put it together." Slowly, the events of the past fifteen minuted clicked in place. New bed, in pieces...
He turned his head to regard Sakura, the still-smoldering look causing her to step back a bit. "Why bother? We're just going to have to fix it later."
Oh the innuendo of Ikea.