A/N: The story start with a lemon, guys ;) And sometime before chapters there will be lyrics.

Madara is in this story the father of Fugaku and maybe the Uchiha family is a little OOC. But actually, so are all the other characters. Kakakashi is a lot younger. He is only eight years older than Naruto, who is two years younger than Sakura and the rest. So, yeah, I played with the settings a little bit much ;)

Summary: [FemNaruxKakashi] [Alternate Universe] Naruto's eighteen when the past catches up with her, not letting her get away this time. And that only because of one noisy Uchiha and a One-night-stand that develops in so much more.

I do not own Naruto or the lyrics I use, unless otherwise stated.

Warning: 'Blah' – someone is speaking!

If you have trouble with it, this story will get on your nerves.

We say what we need to get out when it's not enough

Whether it's to yourself or looking at someone else

Everybody lies, lies, lies

(Everybody lies – Jason Walker)

Everybody lies - Chapter One

Just once. Just once she wanted to feel desired.

So Naruto went out with her self-proclaimed godmother in a night club to have fun, dressed up. Drinking they had fun for hours, just talking. But when she was slightly tipsy she decided that it was time to let loose, to feel free just for the next few hours.

Not long after she began to sway her hips and move to the music someone placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. Tilting her head back against his chest, she looked up to him. The silver shock of hair was shaggy and slightly stood up from his head. The most of his face was hidden by a dark facemask and he had two different eye colors and a scar across the red looking eye. No doubt that it was actually light brown, but in this setting it seemed to glow dangerous red. He looked attractive and wicked.

Excepting him as dance partner, she turned around and moved one of her hands on his shoulder and the other was on his chest, feeling his body against hers. One of his arms went around her waist, pulling her closer. He nuzzled her ear, showing affection towards her.

'What's your name? I'm-'

With reflexes he didn't expect from her and rivaled his own – which shouldn't be possible in the least – she planted her hand over his masked lips. Through black lashes she looked up to him, a sensual smile on her lips.

'No names', she said smoothly and winked at him. Chuckling softly he nodded and purred softly when the blond woman grabbed his hair and tugged gently. It confused the male a little bit that she didn't initiate the intimate contact, that she didn't desperately grinded against him; normally whatever woman he would show interest in would be all over him by now, but the blond young woman in his arms didn't come any nearer than what contact he made.

It was a welcomed change.

They danced closely, but it was more than sexually rubbing against each other. The man enjoyed the nearness of her petite body and the way she moved with him, letting him lead her. Watching how she closed her eyes and leaned more into him he couldn't suppress a small smile.

'You're beautiful', he murmured to her and was rewarded with a smile.

'Thank you', she whispered and while he couldn't hear it, he was able to read it from her lips. Kakashi had to say that it was too long since a woman reacted like that to one of his compliments.

He leaned his face down and bumped noses with her. However, instead like the other woman did, she made no attempt to remove his mask and smash their lips together; the blond rubbed her cheek against his in an almost affectionate way. That was all it needed so he knew that he would take her home with him. He took one of her small hands with long fingers in his and walked towards the door. She didn't protest or, like the other before her, made a move to walk back towards her companions to brag that she was able to have him for the night.

At the entrance he got his jacket and gave it to her – she was practically drowning in it and he found it endearing. The whole way to his apartment she didn't speak up and if he didn't feel her skipping in happiness beside him, he would have been worried. She was a silent one it seemed. Her hand never left his, even when he opened the door and went towards his bedroom. No hesitation was in her movements.

But as soon as he lightened up the room, her free hand was over his and she once again darkened the room. Was she ashamed of her body? He hadn't thought she was the shy type.

'Your mask', was what she said, and he understood. 'I am not drunk enough to forget what I see. So, let the room dark.'

There was more – he was sure. Her voice was strained as if she wanted to say more. The thump he heard next was undoubtedly his jacket that slid down her shoulders.

'We're not going to stand here forever, are we?' There was a teasing undertone and amusement in her voice.

'Not when I can help it', he said softly and took hold of her hips. Slowly he directed her towards his bed, only stopping when her legs hit against it. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he eased her down and dragged her up so her head was on his pillow. Her hands were on his chest, unmoving and unhurried. She made no move to get his mask off, letting him decide if and when he would do it. Yeah, this woman was different. This whole encounter would be different from everything he ever had before.

The movements of their hands on each other were slow but sensual. She let him dominate her and didn't even try to dominate him. She let her hands caress his clothed shoulders. There was no hurry in her strokes, just like his hand slowly went over her side and stomach. He would stop always directly under her breasts and then wander down towards her pants again. His face above her, the lower part of his face still conceal by his mask. Her eyes looked up to him half lidded, her mouth was parted as her racing heart made her breath faster.

The picture was enough to make his cock hard. Just thinking about all the things he could do with her made him groan in anticipation. Never had any woman such an effect on him.

With one hand he supported his body and leaned over her while his other hand slowly wandered under her shirt, caressing her skin. He felt something on her skin that shouldn't be here, but ignored it for the feeling that flooded his body when she moved under his fingers. Taking that as the start sign, she took the rim of his shirt in her little hands and took it off him. He made an amused sound in the back of his throat at her straight-forwardness and smiled. Curiously she began to drag her hands from his shoulders over his back and lastly to his chest, softly dragging her nails over his skin, leaving faint marks.

Getting more eager, he took off her shirt and bra and ripped off his mask to kiss her neck. She moaned when he stopped playing, laid his hand over her breast and squeezed lightly. It fitted perfectly in his hand – not too big or small in his large hand. She clenched the hand she had in his hair and pulled his upper body closer to hers. Liking the way she pressed against him, he made a noise of approval. However, he had better ideas so his mouth made its way down, leaving a trail of kisses towards her breasts. He stopped in between them, leaving her breathless in anticipation, before he moved right and took the nipple in his mouth, sucking at it lightly. She arched her back in reaction and with a moan she let him know that she liked that. The other nipple was tweaked by his free hands and his mouth didn't leave the hard nub of her breast. His tongue liked over it, teasing the sensitive flesh, feeling her trembling under him, and his mouth wandered towards the globe in his hands to wet this one, too. His mouth replaced the hand that went down; his fingers went over her stomach to the waistband, hearing her breath out sharply as his thump stroked the skin right under her cloth.

His skilled hand opened the button of her skinny jeans and tried to pull them over her hips and ass, but was getting nowhere. Softly she giggled, but her breath hitched when he bit down on her nipple. He let the skin go and leaned up to look up to her, questioning.

She wiggled slightly with her legs. 'It would be wiser to pull from the end, believe me.' Bad restrained laughter was in her words and made him grin himself.

He raised one of eyebrows mockingly. 'Are you laughing at me?' While he wanted to sound earnest and maybe a little pouty, his mirth was more audible.

The woman below him laughed amused. 'Never!', she fast denied the possibility. 'I just would assert that I have more experience with this type of jeans. You have no idea how long I needed to find out that piece of information!'

He chuckled, lifted himself up and kneeled between her legs. Without asking, she lifted one of her legs towards his chest, then the other. Pulling her jeans down, he saw her black panties.

The piece of cloth met his floor, like the rest of it had before. His hands caressed the soft skin of her legs, slowly coming down again.

Again there was something that bothered him about her skin. It shouldn't feel like that…

Her hand above his stopped his fingers. He hadn't noticed that he had stroked the same skin again and again in thought about what it was.

Getting the message that it uncomfortable, his hand advanced.

The blond under him opened her legs for him again and let him lay down in between them and him rest more of his weight on her.

As soon as he was above her, her mouth wandered from his exposed cheek to his throat. Gently she bit down on his sensitive skin, licking over the tender place right afterwards. Her breathing was still uneven and he could feel her nibbles erect as he pressed his upper body against hers.

His hand found its way between them and began to stroke over her nether lips, noticing the wetness of her panties. She was excited, just like him. It made his breath hitch and blood boil. As he increased his pressure, her hips bucked up into his hand and she moaned softly into his shoulder as she bit his skin. A shiver ran down his back because of that. The hand that was again in his hair tugged lightly.

Once again he sat back to remove a piece of cloth from her, leaving her naked on his bed – his gaze wandered over her, even as just could see her in the moonlight. But before he could move back on her, she sat up and with her two hands opened his pants. Sliding them down with his boxer shorts to his knees, she left his most intimate place naked before her eyes. He was large and think enough to old so that if she wrap her hand around him her finger were separated half an inch.

He stood up and removed his cloths before he took his position right where he was before. Her hands held him in place; both of them were on his hips while her mouth wandered over his abdomen and then went lower, nearing his cock. His dick twitched as her hot breath fawned over his pulsating member.

A jolt of electricity ran through his body when her tongue licked over the head from his dick and then took it into her mouth to suck once. His hips would have bucked up hadn't she held them in place. His head was thrown back as her wet tongue slid over his length when her mouth engulfed him more and more.

He groaned loudly.

'Condom?', she asked him after she sucked him once more before she let his dick out of her mouth, making sure they could advance further after her treatment. He went to the bedside cabinet, took one out and gave it to her. Without asking he returned to the position on his knees before her. She breathed on the wet flesh, making him twitch before her. She always found blowjobs unbelievable arousing and this time, too, it made her hot and brother. Her juice was leaking and the knot in her abdomen was tightening and the muscles inside her were constricting.

Once again she used her mouth to suck on him while her hands opened the condom. Her tongue was swirling around his top, making him lay a hand on her blond head in pleasure. This time she took him in as far as possible, coming up and down as her tongue went over the skin inside her mouth. Leaving his length slightly wet, she rolled the condom down on his proud standing dick. The blond lay back down and looked up to him, presenting her body to him. With a tug at his arm she came down on her and leaned above her. She began once again to kiss his neck.

'Don't you think I should return the favor?', he purred into her ear and poked his dick against her thigh to create friction. His voice sent a shiver down her spine and the meaning of his words made her arch her back. Oh, yes, she would like that. Moaning barely audible as she imagined his head between her thighs, she opened her legs wider for him to come closer to her. And he did, hovering over her, almost directly touching her.

'I have better ideas in my head', she whispered throatily and lifted her hips to rub her slit against his cock. Following her lead, he began to move his hips against hers. In rhythm they rubbed against each other while his hand again felt to her breast, massaging it roughly. Her moans told him that she liked it. Her body heated up and her flushed cheek was pressed against his, her breath hit his neck and his made the hairs in her neck stand up, only fueling her need. The moment the head of his length touched her entrance, she moaned into his neck and pressed her nails into his back where they only lay until then.

With a slight push, instead of entering her, he once again slid against her clit. It happened twice again and the silver haired male clearly felt her obvious excitement in the way she was getting wetter and moaning louder.

After the fourth time one of his hands took hold of her hip and angled himself right before he slowly pushed into her, two times he had to slide out and push inside again before he finally was fully in her, stretching her around his length. The loud moan he received was more than enough thanks. The way she tightened around him told him exactly how excited she was.

Not having slept with anyone for two years, she pulsated around him, almost coming from the simple feeling of him inside her. She clenched his shaft in arousal.

He decided that moment to kiss her the first time this evening. His lips pressed against hers and began to move, distracting her from the feeling of him inside of her. His tongue slid over her bottom lip, wanting to make her open up for him. And she did. As his tongue entered her mouth he groaned at the feeling of the heated wetness that resembled her nether region that still clasped his length tightly so much. Her tongue met his and they started to play with each other, slowly, like all they did until then. Feeling her loosing up a little bit around his dick, he rolled his hips experimentally. With her nails in his back, and moaning into his mouth, she came.

Her walls twitched around him, massaging his length. He actually wasn't quite sure how he held on, but he succeeded in not cumming just yet.

'Gods', he groaned out as his mouth left hers. She was so tight!

The woman under him panted as her orgasm slowly left her and smiled up to him. 'Sorry about that', she grinned and kissed the corner of his mouth. He hummed slightly in acceptance and waited a moment longer until she calmed down more before he once again began to move in her. Taking his member out of her only to push himself back inside, he slowly built up speed. The pace of her hips matched his and it didn't take long before the woman under him began to moan once more. She wasn't overly loud, but liked to tell him her approval of his movements.

The pleasure in their loins built up, making their tempo more hectic and uncontrolled. Layers of sweat were on their bodies. The man leaned back on his knees, taking both of her hips in his hands and pulled her nearer to himself, wanting to reach farther inside her. He felt her tighten around him, announcing that she was near her release.

Her hand went to her clit, messaging it while he slammed inside her, searching relief. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, she arched her back, a second time this evening orgasm, but he didn't stop. He was so near, not long until… he could feel the pressure building and then it came down on him, like an explosion.

Exhausted he lay down on her, most of his weight on her. She didn't seem to mind as she threaded one hand in his hair while the other lazy drew circles on his sweaty back. When his breathing calmed down, he made a move to roll over and off her, but her hold on him didn't lessened and thus didn't let him.

'Just a moment', she whispered in his ear that was directly beside her lips.

He nuzzled her cheek. 'You can stay the night, but let's get more comfortable, yeah?' The silver haired male actually wanted her to stay, so he could get a hold on her number in the morning.

Gently she moved her head from one side to the other. 'Can't', she answered without giving out any information. Chuckling lightly, he moved away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. He observed the woman as she once again pulled on her clothes.

'Say, how old are you?'

Grinning up at him as she put on her shoes, she once again evaded his question after information. 'I'm old enough.'

Pulling on his boxer shorts so he could bring her to the door, he laughed. 'You're a stubborn little bastard, aren't you?'

'About some things? No doubt. But normally I seek comprise before argument.'

Together they walked towards the door. Leaning his back against it, he looked at her. 'So, let's say we see each other again – will you give me your number then?'

She laughed at him. 'Who's the stubborn little bastard now, hm? But yeah, can do. I don't think there's a chance that it will come true, though.'

Smirking, he opened the door for her and let her walk out. Standing before her, he couldn't resist in leaning down and kissing her briefly. It wasn't more than a soft touch of their lips.

'See you', he told her and made her laugh. Turning around and leaving him alone, she went home while he stared after her for several minutes. Sighing he ruffled his hair.

Reviews are always nice :) (First lemon ever written, so if you have comments to it, tell me ^^)

Next chapter the Uchiha come into the whole picture.

I will try updating once a week.