A/N: Very quick read, I hope you enjoy and please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any associated characters, or you for that matter.
The light of the day turned to dusk as you continued to wait in the open clearing surrounded by trees. He always made you wait. You didn't know whether it was out of habit or if he just did it to irritate you. Of course, it didn't really matter; you'd wait for him anyway. You would always wait.
A chill ran down your spine as you sensed him near. Even though he remained hidden from your view his presence left you unsteady. That's the kind of effect he had. You knew what he was capable of, how quickly he could put an end to you. Although the thought gave you shivers, it was hardly enough to keep you away from him.
Cool fingers gently traced a trail down the side of your neck. You weren't surprised. His favorite way to approach you was completely unseen. Your skin tingled under his touch as his hand traveled over your bare shoulder to your chest. Stifling the moan that threatened to escape your throat, you grabbed his hand and turned to face him.
"You're late again," you said, trying to sound stern and irritated. Your voice, however, didn't cooperate. The words came out as little more than a shaky whisper.
"I…" he tried to explain, but you held up your hand and hushed him.
"No more excuses, Kakashi," you whispered as you tugged away his mask. His slightly parted lips were a tempting invitation you couldn't pass up. As you pressed your lips against his, you felt his arms encircle your waist. When he deepened the kiss your arms snaked around his neck and your fingers tangled in his silvery hair. His tongue playfully swirled around yours, coaxing a heavy sigh of satisfaction from you.
Before you had time to think, he had you flat on the ground beneath him. The motion was faster than the eye, and left you breathless. His immense speed tended to excite you to no end, and he knew it, using it against you when he wanted control. It was always a losing battle for dominance with him, and you loved it.
His tongue teasingly caressed your collarbone and his hand traced lines along your stomach. Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the pleasured sounds fighting to escape your lips. He sinfully slid his tongue over your neck, nipping playfully at your sensitive flesh, eliciting lustful gasps from your mouth. Damn, you lost control faster than you did the last time.
As his hands and lips left your skin you whimpered with need. When your eyes opened, he captured your gaze. A familiar, torn expression flashed over his face. You already knew what he was going to say.
"This is the last time, [Name]," he tells you, hardly able to hold himself back.
"You say that every time," you whisper to him. "You'll want more, and when you do you know where I'll be."