Title: I Know, Because I Felt It
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: PG-13
Word of the Week: Memories
Author Notes: I was in a kind depressing mood. It ended up turning out more sad than loving. Even though the love is there too. It's just a little more bittersweet than I'd like.
"Where does it hurt?"
Kakashi gestured with his non-bleeding hand to somewhere around his hip section as best he could while being led to his own bedroom. The young woman pressed lightly on his chest in order to tell him to lay back, though he didn't need to be told twice. He was ready to collapse at the moment.
"Kami." The girl swore. "What were you and Gai thinking? Are you complete idiots? You just got back from a mission, you're in absolutely no condition to be jumping around and aggravating your body like this!"
He felt her lift his arms up into the air, and he really wished that he could drop them back to his side, but she was removing his jounin vest and his over shirt, proceeding to begin to peal off his undershirt and mask without even asking for his permission. His hitae-ate had already fallen to the ground. She knew how to work around his body more than he did half the time.
"Sakura," he rasped, his voice sore, as though he'd gotten a cold from the rain that'd drenched his form. "I'm fine."
The pink-haired kunoichi wrapped something warm around his shoulders, rubbing it against his chilled skin lightly with one hand as she held her other, glowing blue with her healing chakra, over his hand. He felt the knuckles steadily mending in a flash of comforting, warm tingles that seemed to numb the pain first and then alleviate the pressure. "You're obviously not. I'm having a serious conversation with Gai. You're supposed to be rivals, not trying to get each other killed."
She was grasping at straws when she tried to figure out what was wrong with his side.
"Okay, taking your pants off now."
Feeling his shoes tugged from his feet, Kakashi barely registered the fact that he was being stripped naked. His pants were tugged down after that, pooling at his knees. "Okay, I see it. I think you bruised a bone." Her hands were cold and made him flinch slightly when they pressed against his hip. They warmed with the chakra massaged into the skin.
Kakashi let out an approving groan, the blanket falling from his shoulders.
Her hands were gone too soon from his form.
Sakura laid a kiss on his nose, popping back into his view, and he reached his tired arms up to grab her, but she easily avoided them. He let out a small groan. "Shhhh," she whispered; a hand rubbed patiently against his neck. "Don't go anywhere."
As she placed a second kiss to his nose, his mismatched eyes followed her half-naked form walking from the room.
Like I'd want to.
There was something about Sakura wearing his clothes that made him feel completely at home. Not that it wasn't normal for him to feel at home when he was in his apartment. He had lived here since he had reached jounin. After his parents died. When he'd decided to end the Hatake Clan with himself.
So much for that.
The man rolled over onto his stomach, twisting the sheets around his lower body, pushing his face into his pillow. He allowed his eyes to close for the first time that night.
From somewhere outside his bedroom, he heard the hiss of falling water. He turned his head to the side, blinking through the haze of his silver hair at the door. When Sakura walked back into the room, all he could see was her thighs and knees, and while he agreed with his first thought that the view was totally amazing, he wished he could see her face too at this angle.
"Come shower. It'll get your body heat up quicker." She gripped his wrist and tugged, the sight of her only clad in a long navy shirt of his the only motivation to get to his feet at all.
The bathroom was already steaming, and while she grabbed a towel and a washcloth for him, he stared at the shower, before his hand brushed lightly against her waist. "Kakashi," she whispered, dropping the towels onto the sink and stepping away from him. He gripped her hips tighter and vainly tried to pull her to him. "No aggravating your body."
"Since when was holding my wife aggravating?"
His voice was hoarse and he knew he'd end up having a terribly sore throat tomorrow morning. He wondered for a moment how he'd let Gai sucker him into doing laps around Konoha in the blinding rain. If the rain hadn't been so bone-chillingly cold he might not have been distracted enough to slip and slam side-first into the ground. The great Copy-nin, he thought bitterly to himself, falling because of some little rain.
Sakura's hands were pressing him into the shower.
He allowed himself to be led before wrapping his hand around her wrist and pulling her in with him at the last moment.
Despite the icy cold that spread through his back when he leaned up against the wall, the feel of her body pressed up against his was like giving life to a dying man.
He drank her in.
Kakashi's arms wrapped around the small of her back, and she snuggled her head against his chest, pink hair tickling the skin slightly as she sighed deeply. Her green eyes drifted close as she murmured, "I'm getting your shirt wet."
He grinned, his lips resting on the crown of her head. "I always preferred you naked."
"No sex, Kakashi," she whispered ascetically, but placed a chase kiss against his chest. "You're dead tired. Shower and then bed."
As long as you're with me, he thought to himself, reveling in the petite woman in his arms.
He committed the moment to memory; desperate never to forget the way she felt up against him. He knew every look, every emotion, every inflection of her voice. Her body was his playground and his heaven all in one.
His life and death were all rolled together inside Hatake Sakura.
