Chapter 2- Stay With me
Based off of Sam Smith's 'Stay with me'.
The sun was just beginning to poke through the blind's of Kakashi Hatake's apartment when the body next to him began to shift. It was slow at first; her head tossing from one side to the other, her rosette hair brushing over his outstretched arm that lay beneath her. Next came a groan, the after effect of a late night and early morning, and finally she sat up, the sheets sliding down cream colored skin, and pooling to hug the curve of hips. She never looked at him, but faced the sun instead, letting the warmth wash over her face, her mouth giving way to a soft smile.
Though he hated to admit it, he had to guess that it was true, he was no good at a one-night stand. He still needed love from time to time because-well, he was just a man but it seemed that these nights never went as planned. The muscles in Sakura's back tensed as she raised her arms above her head, small pops and cracks released and she sighed in content, and all Kakashi could think was; 'I don't want you to leave.'
His hand had moved without his doing, without thought but with feeling, and soon his fingers were brushing against hers, and he hoped against hope that she would hold his hand,
"Won't you stay with me?" he asked; his voice soft and light, like it always was, a diversion from the storm that raged within.
Sakura's eyes were bright with surprise, but quickly dimmed in trepidation. He had promised her one night, he had promised no strings. They had Naruto to think of after all… but she was all he needed in this morning light, and wouldn't she stay with him? And it wasn't love, and that was clear to see but it didn't help the nagging in the pit of his stomach that longed for her to crawl back into his arms.
"Kakashi-sensei…" her voice was soft, and though she spoke his name with certainty, the end of his title rose with her voice in the form of a question,
"Stay with me," he said once more, his composure falling. Why was he so emotional? It wasn't a good look for him, he cursed himself internally to gain some self control.
Last night had been building up for months, since Sasuke had shrank away from the village for good, after abandoning Team 7 one last time; for leaving Sakura crying at the gates one final time. It had been building up from the moment Kakashi and she had found escape in a local bar together for the last five Saturday nights; away from their troubles of Sasuke's departure and Naruto's will of fire.
Kakashi's heart had been in pain for years before Sakura, and all the years since he had discovered her beauty, and even after it had pained over things after and the things to come, but as the sun rose in the sky, and bathed Sakura in light, he couldn't help but sit up and reach out for her. Wrapping his arms around her, Kakashi left kisses against her shoulders, praying that he would look at him just one more time with the same fire as the night before.
"Stay with me," he begged, "Deep down I know this never works, but you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt."
His prayers were answered as Sakura turned to face him, her eyes clear of worry. The wonder of her lips pressed against his, soft and caring and as they fell back into a heap of arms and legs and blushed flesh Kakashi couldn't help but feel a weight lift from somewhere deep in his chest.