Title: Music Box
Author: Hiko Mokushi
Prompt: Livejournal Music Meme
Song: Plumb – Blush (Only You)
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x Haruno Sakura
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Kishimoto-sensei owns Naruto. Summary quoted from Alphonse de Lamartine.
Summery: Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Author Notes: I decided to post it a day early, so that I could make the update day a Monday instead of a Tuesday. It just made more sense in my head. Posting at the beginning of the week—posting Picture Trends normally at the end of the week (or the beginning of the weekend. . .) It keeps things organized in my head.

Just saying, however, I recently finished a fic called Svelte (KakaSaku of course), and I have acquired beautyinsleep as a beta for it, but I would to know if someone who has written lemons before would like to help me out and beta it. It's my first full-length lemon and, well, I'm pleased with it. But I have this irrational fear that nobody is going to like it and I am going to be the laughingstock of the KakaSaku community because I can't write a decent lemon. xD If you'd like to help, you can either get in contact with me through the message system or go to my LJ and message me there. . . or friend me or whatever. (I'm such an LJ friend whore. Heh. ) Or through AIM or my EMAIL. (links to LJ, and my AIM and EMAIL are in my profile.)


Kakashi smirked faintly.

Tilting his head slightly to the side, he observed her. "What's the matter?" He reached a hand out and brushed it against her face, fingers trailing along her jaw before cupping her cheek gently. His eyes dropped from hers for a minute. They scanned the yukata she wore. His smirk widened. "You look beautiful, you know that?"

Sakura could feel her cheeks flushing even deeper. "I thought we weren't supposed to do this anymore?" Her green eyes narrowed and she pushed his hand away from her cheek—his fingers wrapped around her hand instead.

"Do you want that?" He didn't look upset, merely curious. His voice was soft, low; deep baritone hardly rising about the noise of the festival. "Tell me. . ."

She shook her head and clung to his hand. Her cheeks reddened again, fingers sliding to clasp her hand with his. "Oh, shut up, already."