Underlying Truth

2 years ago...

The last of the office lights faded signalling end of the day. The dedicated employees had finally given up and headed home for the evening. Stress was his middle name. He had worked hard for the success of his business and faced some mighty competitors within his market. He needed a break. Staying late had become a regular thing, for not always the right reasons.

The abrupt piercing sound of the office phone followed. Lifting up the receiver Kakashi leaned back.

"Naruto," he sighed. "What is it this time?"

"Come downtown with us!"

"You just want me to pay for all the food you're going to order."

"C'mon, you're like my favorite uncle!"

"Maybe next time."

"Awww, you old gee-"

Kakashi slammed the phone down.

His office lights dimmed, only the glow of his office lamp remained. Kakashi turned to see the ravishing scene of his assistant editor on the edge of his desk. Her stockings and stiletto heels, which were as black as the evening, contrasted against her milky skin. Her cream blouse was half done, exposing half of her lingerie. He licked his lips at the delectable sight. She was his Achilles heel. He couldn't control his greed.

"Are you going somewhere?"

Kakashi grinned, pulled her into his seat and had her straddle his lap. "You know the answer to that."

"Do I?" She teased wickedly.

Even as he removed his tie and shirt their eye contact never broke. Tsunade cupped both of his cheeks and smiled. Kakashi in turn gripped her by her hips and drew her into him.

"You tease." Kakashi smirked before leaning in tentatively to touch her lips to his. Her tongue slipped into his mouth on a sigh as his hands reached around and clasped her firm bottom. She ran her fingers through his hair and across his scalp as they kissed eagerly.

"Say it." She whispered against his lips. "Say you want me."

"By all Gods, you know I want you." He roughly pulled her shirt open and buried his face into the swells of her breasts. His hot tongue sizzled through her skin like hot iron into the water as he worked his way up to her throat. "I'm crazy about you, honey."

"Mhm... I love it when you call me that." She moaned.

His lips mashed against hers, a passionate press of hot, moist flesh as their tongues danced against each other.

"Oh, fuck," Tsunade whimpered, as Kakashi's untamed fervour possessed her body in what way he wished. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled tightly as his hands roamed her body and his lips began their descent. He played his tongue and teeth down the side of her sensitive neck and she tipped her head back as he passionately kissed her throat.

Tsunade's hands roamed the landscape of his chest, resting on his firm pecks, the warmth of his skin fueling her fire. Kakashi's unrelenting assault of her body was animalistic and impassioned before she was lifted and propped on the desk again.

He wasted no time. Their lips locked once more in a messy amorous embrace, tongue fighting against each other in their state of lust. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing the glorious handfuls. Tsunade gasped in his mouth, caught off guard.

"Getting impatient, aren't we, honey?" She flipped her hair on the side and kissed his cheek.

"Take your shirt off." He firmly ordered. "Now. Now-" He took the matter into his own hands and pulled the shirt right off of her and threw into randomly in his with the clasp behind her, he freed the beauties from their restraints. He flung her bra to the ground before suckling on her erect nipples.

He groaned hungrily. The phone call didn't matter. Nor did the never-ending paperwork on his desk as he pushed it to the floor. Roughly, he pulled both of her panties and skirt off her legs in one go and pushed both her legs up on the desk.

"Oh my god!" Her back arched as he took her engorged clit between his pearly white teeth, gently nibbling his way to her ecstasy. His rough tongue slid up and down over her smooth lips. "Honey, please, please-!"

The palm of his hand rained down on her mound, smacking against her hot, wet skin, "Fuck, Kakashi!"

"You're so wet, honey." He pushed her legs to spread wider. She cried out as he pushed two fingers into her. He groaned at the feeling of the wet heat of her pleasure.

"Don't you dare stop, Kakashi."

He smirked as he continued pumping his fingers inside of her, watching her breasts jiggle. The backdrop of his sordid little scene was perfect. His office window looked out over the city streets below. At fifty floors high, he wasn't afraid of someone finding out about his dirty liaisons.

"Kakashi!" She cried out. Her slick juices welcomes him to finger her harder, clenching around them as he pushed in a third. "Oh god, fuck!" The shrill of her orgasm rang out as her cunt tightened around his fingers, throwing herself back as her euphoria washed over her.

The rise and fall of her heaving tits made him want to pound her right there. His grunted at the tightness he felt in his pants, he was getting hard. Allowing her time to enjoy the sensation, he ran his fingertips over her skin, teasing her hardened nipples.

"That felt good," she smiled, still trying to catch her breath.

Kakashi knelt back down and licked her wet cavern with his hot tongue, letting the hot sensation sink deeper, before he began to rhythmically lick her womanhood again.

"You're ready." He finally concluded, unbuckling his belt, bringing his pants and boxers down. He rubbed his shaft and positioned it right in her entrance. He leaned against her and squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple with his thumb. "Do you want it?"

"Yes," Tsunade breathed, voice laden with lust. "I want you inside me. Put it inside me."

Kakashi pushed the head of his erection at the entrance, listening to her quiet yelps. He pushed further slowly with his hands firmly planted on her side of her head. Her walls clamped against his member and his stiffened even more. He forced himself against her muscles, sawing in and out of her. "G-G... Nnnn, Tsunade. God, you're as tight as ever!" Holding her hips, he sank in deeper.

Tsunade muffled her cries with the palm of her hand, as she watched him sink in deeper and deeper at a quicker succession. Her back arched towards his body instinctively and he took this opportunity to embrace her body close to his, gradually lifting her off the desk.

"I'm obsessed with you," he huskily whispered in her ear.

Tsunade locked her legs around his waist whilst her arms draped lazily over his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. Kakashi grabbed her ass cheeks and teasingly squeezed it before he slapped it vigorously.

She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt herself descent, taking in more of his member into her aching, hot womanhood. Kakashi began to pump into her aggressively at a quick pace that she could no longer control her moans. Per stroke, she felt her breasts sway and brush against his speckled skin.

Softly, Tsunade buried her face in the crook of his neck, hiding her burning blushes. He was pushing her over the edge. God, she loved this feeling, his hands, his tongue, hi-

"I'm about to come," he announced weakly, breaking through her thoughts. "You are on birth control, aren't you?"

Tsunade shook her head. "Wh-What, no!"

"Fuck. Why didn't you-?!"

"Just do it inside of me." She clamped tighter around him. "Just-"

"I'm not getting you pregnant."

"I'll go to the pharmacy and get those pills. Don't worry."

Kakashi held her face with one hand and gave three more powerful thrusts before he groaned. Tsunade kissed him as she felt his ejaculations inside her, its liquid felt hot like fire as a portion of it ambled down her thigh.

"Tsunade," he whispered, "I'll trust that you won't end up pregnant."

"I don't want to get pregnant." She clarified with a bite.

He carefully laid her down on the desk and softly kissed her forehead. "This is just sex, honey. Nothing more and nothing less."

"...How many times do you have to reiterate that? It's become some kind of mantra now."

"I'm just reminding you." He stroked her hair away. "Because the way you looked at me tonight was different."

Tsunade froze.

"The moment we get out of this office, we're done for the night."

She rose from the desk and shuffled past him, retrieving her clothes that had been scattered around his office.

"I know, don't worry." She muttered, buttoning her blouse. "Fuck and leave, right?"

Kakashi nodded, following her example.

"Fuck and leave."

Lonely nights came and went until she found herself in his arms again, in the privacy of his home. Affectionately, she kissed his collarbone and drew his attention down to her as she ceased a kiss. He responded idly, cupping one side of her face, pulling her deeper in.

"What's the matter?" She asked, parting away from him slightly.

Kakashi took a sip of his wine and continued to look out to the fire that crinkled and flickered strands of ember in front of them. He distanced himself on the couch from her and rested his chin on his palm. Tsunade crawled towards him and held his arm. He merely glanced at her as he sipped his alcohol.

"If you aren't even going to look at me; why did you ask me to come home with you?" Tsunade snapped, snatching his glass from him. She placed it down on the glass coffee table and stood in front of him, annoyed.

"...Should there be a reason?" He asked dryly, standing back up to try and retrieve his drink.

Tsunade pushed him back down on his leather couch, straddled him and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders. "Jesus Christ, tell me what's wrong!"

"I'm just stressed." He whispered as he closed his eyes. "Stop pestering me so much."

His hands stayed by his side, not even a twitch of a movement from his fingers to linger on her legs, body, breasts or face. They just looked at each other, wallowing in deadly silence. Quietly, she took his hand and pressed it against her breast, hoping it would tempt him in any way.

He gave a wry smile. "Are you that desperate?"

"I'd rather deal with a perverted Kakashi than a depressed one!" She snapped, yanking his hand back down with enough force to make him hiss through his teeth. "I'm trying to make you feel better, you bastard."

As she started to shuffle off his lap, his arms encircled around her and locked her into place. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed her sweet jasmine fragrance in. Her silk blouse came undone, just limply clinging on her body, buttons off.

"Thank you." He whispered, hugging her closer.

Tsunade awkwardly placed her hand on top of his head before she rested her lips in the shroud of his silver tresses. "Let's talk." She squeezed her eyes shut painfully as she licked her lips. "Talk to me, Kakashi."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

She felt his lips arch into a smile of pity, as his hands remained on her back, resting on the straps of her bra. She winced as she felt his blunt nails dig into her skin, caressing it selfishly as he pulled her closer to him - no gaps remained. They stayed like that, like living statues, for several minutes. But this time they cherished the warmth of another body close to their own, as they submerged themselves in beautiful silence.

"Have you ever had a lover?" He finally initiated a conversation that broke the ice.

"It never got serious. Before it did, we would break up." She answered truthfully.

"So, it was just sex?"

"...No," Tsunade played her fingers through his hair. "That was never the case."

Kakashi pulled away from her and stared with bewilderment. "Does that mean I took your vir-"

"Of course not." She laughed. "I've had sex before, but not as frequent as this."

"I see..."

Tsunade kissed his cheeks and lips, before she settled on his neck, attacking it with fervor. "Why are you asking me this?"

Kakashi patted her on the back and he kissed her collarbone. Lightly, he brushed his fingertips across her chest, as he used his spare hand to intertwine with her golden locks. "Nothing in particular."

"I'm not using you." She reassured.

"I know that."

His lips found hers once more, but this time the kiss was more sincere and lively. She gasped in the middle before he drew into again, his tongue melding with hers in a heated passion. "...I see her," he whispered as he drew back.

"What?"

"No-Nothing." He pushed her bra straps off the slope of her shoulders and sensually dragged it down, exposing her flesh. His hands trickled over her body, followed by his hot kisses, branding her with his tongue. Tsunade bit her lower lip as she watched him work his way back up to her. Their noses touched, they didn't move, they looked at each other with half-lidded eyes. "Come with me to the bathroom."

"...And do what?"

"Bathe with me." He pecked her luscious lips with a grin. "And we'll talk."

Soap and warm water lathered on their skin, uncoiling their vexed and tired muscles. Kakashi leaned back against Tsunade, and she welcomed him with her arms encircling around his neck. Her nails trickled down on his chest, as she nibbled his ear playfully.

"God, you're amazing," Kakashi murmured, running his hands on her legs that bruised against his sides.

"How so?"

"Every time I'm with you, you always know how to make me feel relaxed."

Tsunade's hands withdrew and settled on his shoulders. Softly, she massaged the stiffness in his shoulders away. "I'm glad."

Once they came out of the bathroom, Tsunade sheepishly collected her clothes. She didn't know how to approach the situation ahead of her. The only reason why she'd end up next to Kakashi at the end of the night, was because they had sex. He would be too fatigued to even tell her to go home. And she would be too tired to give two shits.

But now, they were still fully clothed. Granted, they did just bathe together, but... they didn't fuck. So technically, she shouldn't even stay for the night. Because, that's what a couple would do. Tsunade blushed at the thought. They weren't exclusive. Of course not! They could still fuck other people, but at the end of the night, they were each other's satisfaction.

Just as she was about to get her top back on, Kakashi took her by the arm, and flung her onto his bed. "Who said you were leaving?"

Tsunade swallowed. "I-I-"

He shadowed over her, with his hands firmly planted on each side of her head. "It's late," his eyes softened, "you can sleep here tonight."

"But, Kakashi, we-!"

"I know what our agreement is." He discarded his bathroom, and settled underneath the duvet with only his pajama bottoms on. He encouragingly patted on the other side of the bed, urging her to nestling beside him.

Shyly, Tsunade crawled and dug under the covers. She held her half naked self and clamped her eyes shut. Kakashi turned the lamp and lights off via remote control with a sigh.

In the dark, he reeled her in, breathed her scent in, and grinned. His nose rested on the crook of her shoulder and his arm was lazily thrown over her waist. Albeit it was loose, it felt protective. Tsunade placed her hand on top of his, turning her head back to him.

"Goodnight, Kakashi." She whispered.

Almost immediately, his mouth found hers. His lips harshly molded with hers with intense fervour "Goodnight."

For the first time they spend that night in each other's embrace, listening to each other's breathing as they both pretended to be fast asleep. Kakashi submerged himself in his own darkness, and Tsunade spent the whole night contemplating about her feelings on the situation, and on herself. It wasn't until past midnight, she was sure Kakashi had drifted off to sleep.

His snoring was soft and quiet, but evident to his exasperation. Begrudgingly, she shoved back the conclusion she reached in her head. But, quietly, she agreed with herself:

"I wouldn't mind spending all day here with you like this, you fool."

After that night, everything reverted back to normal. They fucked without meaning but lust. Kakashi was more driven, more sexually adventurous, and Tsunade was morbidly curious and ready to try something new. It wasn't a surprise when objects were brought into foreplay. Kakashi ensured she would scream his name in pure ecstasy as he violently pounded her down.

He was unrelenting with his strokes, kisses and hands, that choking out his name wasn't even enough to voice her pleasure. Their Sunday night ended in the same manner: meet; eat; fuck until they dropped.

Her body ached. It was an ache that reached from her toes, toes that curled each and every time he made her come, to the follicles of her hair, hair he had wrapped around his fingers and pulled with such perfect timing. It hurt to even open her eyes, because opening them would mean that it was time to go home and get ready for work.

She groaned. Good God, this man and the things he's done to her. She can still feel the proof of where he had entered her, touched her, tasted her.

Internally, she shook her head in disappointed at herself. She did not love the man. He did not love her. She was not his lover and he was not hers. They just fucked. In many sessions, it was his home, sometimes in hers, or in her office, only seldom in his own office. How this moment of tryst happened, she didn't know. Late nights with him as they edited the articles together all compiled into a heated session of making out.

Of course, it was left to just making out in the first night. But it progressed into something more... wild. It wasn't long before she found herself bound to his bed being worn down by his tongue. The same tongue that lured her come and work for him as his assistant editor. His glances at her that were so innocent before, now only voiced his wants and needs.

He wanted to fuck her. He needed her beside him.

Her eyes lingered on the pale skin that stretched out possessively on top of hers. It constantly amazed her when she woke up in his bed, in his home, and in his arms.

The misty half-light of a new day filters through the large picturesque windows of his bedroom and plays with her mind. It whispered things that made her hopeful and almost forget that falling for a man like this was dangerous.

She wanted to believe that his warm dark eyes, with their constant sparkle of mischief, could possibly look at her and see a future. She wanted his husky accent to roll the syllables of her name in the sunlight and not just whisper it against her skin with the heat that made her melt in the dark blanket of the night.

After weeks of fucking like animals in heat with no promises or discussions of anything more, just delving into the demands of their want, she announced she wanted to be cut clean.

No more of this heartless sex.

She wanted more. More than just the physical.

It hurt that she felt something for him. Something he doesn't feel. She had began to secretly fall for him and his soft touches, lingering gazes and rough kisses. Every night was just another session of hoping that he would somehow see her in a new light. Where she wasn't just his assistant editor whom he seduced to his bed. She wanted to be seen as...

"Kakashi..." Tsunade whispered against him. "..Say something."

"What is it that you want?" He asked. "Jewelry? Money?"

"No!" She shrieked. "I don't want those things. I'm not a materialistic person, you know."

"Right."

"I just don't want any of this anymore."

She sat up and leaned on the headboard of the bed, averting her glance away from him. Her hands shakily gripped the sheets around her naked body. Kakashi snaked his arm around her waist as he messily gave her neck sultry kisses.

"Don't leave me like this, honey."

"Tsunade." She firmly corrected. "My name is Tsunade."

"I know. But to me-"

"I need to go. We have a conference meeting in two hours, and I still need to get ready."

He held her by the wrist when she attempted to rip the sheets off her. "Don't go."

Tsunade slid into the bed once more, but only to kiss him on the lips one last time. "Goodbye... honey."

A/N: Thoughts and predictions?

xox