A/N: Turn on your defog, because things are about to get steamy. :3

Chapter 4
Off Limits

Their next mission was much more…stimulating than Sakura had anticipated.

It was just a simple surveillance mission; frankly she and Kakashi had been surprised that they were given such an easy scroll. The client, a wife who had begun questioning her husband's fidelity, had more money than sense and had offered Konoha an exorbitant sum of money in exchange for the best possible ninjas. Though spying on civilians like this would usually be a chunin mission, Tsunade had given it to her most trusted team: Sakura and Kakashi. "Don't say I never do anything nice," she had grumbled as she slapped the mission scroll into her apprentice's open palm.

So the two shinobi had set off for the city and had arrived just before nightfall to talk with the client in detail about the situation. The client, a woman in her mid-thirties by the name of Akamine Kyoko, was a dead ringer for Sakura's estranged spinster aunt, down to the ample love handles and the hard stare that said, "to hell with your opinion." She was also sporting an impressive mole at the corner of her mouth, and not the kind that could be confused for a beauty mark. Upon seeing their client's less than breathtaking appearance, Sakura had expected the husband and target to be of equal countenance, but she had to swiftly bite down on her lip to stop from gasping upon seeing a photo of him.

The philandering husband was a freaking model. In his mid-twenties with a sure smile, perfect nose, and winsome hazel eyes, he was every woman's wet dream. Exactly how the hell their client had managed to ensnare him was a mystery. Chloroform? Living together in constant darkness?

Further talk revealed that Kyoko was the sole heiress of a fortune equivalent to a small nation's GDP. She had had more suitors than she could count, each one more in love with her vaults than with her. She had settled on her husband, Isao, because he had seemed the most honestly interested out of the lot, but two years had passed since their wedding and he was increasingly away from the estate on "business…"

The client seemed to have come to terms with the possibility of Isao's infidelity and spoke with an air of resignation. She would have been content not to investigate and make the matter official, but her husband was only eligible to inherit her fortune if he remained true to her.

Sakura felt a pang of sympathy for their client as they bowed once more and showed themselves out of the opulent hotel room they had met in. All this woman wanted was a reliable person who would cherish her more than her money. A part of the pink-haired kunoichi hoped that their reconnaissance would yield evidence of the husband's fidelity, though it seemed very unlikely at this point.

She and Kakashi checked into a much cheaper and seedier hotel a few blocks away and prepared to begin their mission. They had been walking all day, but the journey had been easy and though the opposite could be said of at least one of them on their days off, they were no slouches when there was a mission to be carried out.

"Kakashi, do you think this Isao guy's as big of a scumbag as he sounds?" Sakura asked as she changed out of her dusty travelling clothes and into something more suitable for their mission of surveillance at the target's favorite nightclub: a tight and skimpy black dress that left little to the imagination. Her back was turned to the silver-haired jounin, who was busy dressing in a black suit and gunmetal gray tie that offset his eye well.

"I've found that there is often a direct correlation between handsomeness and sleaziness," he answered and zipped up the back of his partner's dress for her.

Sakura shot him a teasing smirk in the mirror before applying a bit of lipstick and mascara. "This explains so much about you, then."

Without his mask on, the infamously stoic Sharingan Kakashi was infinitely easier to read. His lips downturned in a miffed frown. "Are you saying I'm ugly and pure or roguishly handsome and a bit of a prick?"

"Omit the 'roguish' and 'a bit' and you're close."

"I'll have you know I'm known in certain circles as 'God's Gift to Womankind,'" he informed her seriously.

"And I've told you to stop attending the book club at the women's psych ward."

They faded into amicable silence as they finished putting on the finishing touches of their attire. With her long pink locks in a simple updo that allowed a few wavy tendrils to hang down to frame her face, green eyes accentuated by mascara and a bit of red eyeshadow, she was certain to draw the attention of any man she wanted on the dance floor with a glance alone. The dress, strapless and not even covering half of her thighs, was certain to draw in any other male. Black stilettos and a small clutch that held some kunai and a bit of cash completed the ensemble.

"Lovely," Kakashi said with a smile as he took in her visage. "If the target doesn't come rushing at you we'll have conclusive evidence that he's batting for the other team."

Sakura straightened his tie and made a futile attempt at smoothing his wild silver hair, which like always seemed intent on making its own life decisions and sprang back up the moment his fingers left. "Then that means you can put on the dress tomorrow."

He pulled a disgusted face, perhaps imagining himself in said dress and heels. With a couple quick handseals he cast a simple genjutsu that would make his scar invisible to the average civilian, and with that the two of them were off to stalk their prey.

The club was only a twenty-minute walk away from their hotel in the boisterous entertainment district of the city. Neon lights promising all vices imaginable bombarded their eyes as girls in outfits even skimpier than Sakura's called out to passersby in an attempt to coax them into certain clubs or certain alleys. Jiraiya would have been quite at home here, Sakura thought to herself.

Inside the club it was dimly lit but for the dance floor's flashing strobe lights, which revealed snippets of a writhing mass of people in various stages of drunkenness and debauchery. The thumping bass of the dance beat was so loud Sakura had to holler to make herself heard, even though Kakashi with his superhuman hearing was right next to her.

"See you in an hour," she said, and slid through the crowds with a fluid ease that came naturally with the profession.

Kakashi headed to the bar and took an open seat at the bar between two other men. He ordered a vodka tonic and attempted to focus in on the conversations being had around him. Missions involving civilian targets were some of the easiest and most relaxing missions possible.

Unfortunately, the men on either side of him seemed to have no useful information and after finishing his drink the Copy Nin decided to move onto the dancefloor where he could see one shock of pink hair in the midst of the mob.

He slipped through the mess of people and to Sakura, who proceeded to flash him an alluring smile and began dancing with him just as provocatively as the people around them. His hands slid to her hips and they writhed together in time to the beat. The moves they were mimicking were filthy and the combined body heat of the crowd had a couple beads of sweat dripping down their faces, but they were nothing but business. It was all merely an act to blend in.

"Anything?" Kakashi whispered as he ground his hips against hers.

"Mm, he's up in the box behind me, 11 o'clock," she answered.

A glance in that direction and he could see Isao flanked by four fine women who were fawning over him and plying him with drinks as he grinned and laughed, revealing irritatingly white and straight teeth. He had the sort of perfection that invited a beating.

Keeping with the rhythm Sakura turned around and gyrated her ass against Kakashi's groin, and it was all her dance partner could do to bite his lip and think of hideous things like Orochimaru's face and the contents of Naruto's fridge. They were teammates and platonic in every sense, but at the end of the day he was only a man and Sakura was one incredibly attractive woman. He knew from the whispers among the male shinobi that his partner knew how to use her body to its fullest advantage on her nights off, and he had seen firsthand how she could use it as a weapon against her targets when the need arose.

But either she didn't fully grasp the extent of her powers to beguile or she put way too much faith in his ability to resist her allure. This was nothing short of torture. Despite steadfastly thinking of anything that could repulse him, he could feel himself beginning to harden and he started to wonder if she wasn't doing this on purpose.

Before the situation could arise further and she could turn him into a bloody pulp he spun her around by the hips so she was facing him again. He scanned her face for the patent twinkle of mischief in her green eyes, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She was staring at him as though they had been sitting at the bar and chatting about the weather, not as though she had been dry humping him with abandon.

"Want me to join the harem?" she asked.

"What?" For a brief second he had forgotten why they were at this stupid club. Blood, return to brain, he commanded. "No, we don't want you to get stuck in a situation where it may be you he's cheating on our client with. We'll continue shadowing him from a distance."

She nodded and her small hands slid away from his waist. "Let's get a drink, then."

Thankful for the chance to get off the dance floor and put some distance between her, he led her back to the bar and the two of them took seats at stools that provided a relatively unhindered view of Isao's table. Sakura sipped at her Shirley Temple and Kakashi couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"What?" she demanded upon seeing his amusement.

"I just find it interesting that you can go from killer seductress one minute to innocent doll the next. A Shirley Temple, seriously?"

She gave him a scowl—he knew for a fact that she had a low alcohol tolerance and therefore always refrained from drinking when on a mission.

And then her scowl changed to a dark smirk, that ornery sparkle that only preluded trouble in her emerald eyes. Not taking her eyes off his for a second she plucked the maraschino cherry out of the glass and put it stem and all into her mouth. Despite his conscience Kakashi couldn't look away. He noted each minute movement of her cheeks and lips, and from that he knew precisely what she was doing. His throat went dry at the realization, but he was too rapt to reach for his drink.

In just a few seconds she opened her mouth and on her tongue sat the stem in a flawless bowtie before the cherry itself, whole and unblemished. Kakashi found himself itching to loosen his tie and undo a few buttons—how was it possible that it was suddenly hotter here than it had been on the dancefloor?

"Who's innocent?" she asked lowly, and with a sunny smile pressed the little tie to his forehead where it stuck like a cheap Christmas ornament.

To his credit it only took the Copy Nin a second to come back to himself and pluck the stem off his head. He twirled the little bow around between his fingers as he remembered one of the more prominent rumors about the girl beside him: no one was better with their mouth than Haruno Sakura.

He took a long drink of his second vodka tonic and forcibly reminded himself that, one—they were on a mission; and two—this was his partner and friend. Friend.

A surreptitious glance her way showed her unconcernedly sipping her ridiculously childish drink as she watched the target across the room. The mischief was gone and she was completely intent on the task at hand.

Did she know what she did to him? Did she have any idea?

"He's on the move," Sakura said suddenly, and Kakashi realized belatedly that he had been staring less in the direction of the asset and more in the direction of Sakura's assets, which seemed about to burst out of her dress if she took in a full breath.

The two of them rose from their stools and left the club a few moments after Isao did. The man still had the four beautiful women from before all around him, either hand thrown around the hips of two of them while the remaining two were close by. Whatever he was whispering in their ears had them giggling insipidly, though Kakashi thought that the man could have said, "Kicking puppies is my favorite pastime" and they would just titter their adoration.

The target led the women several blocks away and to a ritzy hotel. Here Sakura and Kakashi used a camouflaging jutsu that allowed their bodies and clothes to take on the exact pattern of their surroundings so they were invisible to the untrained eye. Kakashi held back a bored sigh as the two of them walked down the carpeted hallways and after the mark. There was no challenge to a mission like this.

The two of them snuck into the room just before the door could close and stood together in a far corner of the spacious suite, which would provide a ringside view of any sordid events that may or may not take place. Sakura and Kakashi stood so closely to each other that their arms were touching, but they did nothing to rectify this. The potted plant on a table to Sakura's left and the dresser to Kakashi's right prevented them from putting any more distance between each other while remaining in the safety of the corner.

The two of them watched in absolute silence as all four women began to entertain Isao by slowly stripping as they made out with each other. The man sat at the foot of the bed spectating with a grin on his face, idly palming his growing erection as he did so. This little opening act went on for a spell until all of the women were bare and they converged on the ridiculously, slappably good-looking target, lavishing him with touches and kisses as they divested him of his clothing piece by piece.

Kakashi cast his partner a glance out of the corner of the Sharingan. If anything she saw was to her liking, she gave no outward sign. Sakura's face was blank and expressionless, breath calm and even. She could have been watching a documentary on the lives of crabs for all the interest she showed.

For some reason, this made him pleased.

Wisely, Kakashi chose not to speculate on precisely why this fact would cause him relief and instead on how the women had, through a heroic display of team effort, managed to strip Isao of everything but that stupidly flawless smile and his little soldier, which Kakashi was very pleased to see wasn't as impressive as another little soldier he knew on a personal basis.

The women then moved on to massages and caresses that led up to a rather impressive blow job. The Copy Nin had never pondered how a blowjob could be accomplished with four mouths, but now he could store this information away for the next time he needed an inappropriate ice-breaker.

Their target seemed to have had his fill of their mouths and decided to begin the main event. He took one of the women, a busty redhead with luscious, full lips and smoky brown eyes, and rubbed against her core with his woefully average cock before entering her from behind. Though they were all blissfully unaware of it, the two of them were looking squarely at the two ninja, and it was from this vantage point that they could see the woman's lips form an "o" as she gave an unfettered moan and arched her back into her lover.

Kakashi heard the softest intake of breath beside him and when he turned to see what was the matter with his teammate he too was momentarily plagued with a lack of oxygen.

As if the target had bewitched her, Sakura was transfixed as she watched him grab this woman by the hips and fuck her wantonly into the sheets as she shivered and moaned. A dusting of rosy blush tinted her cheeks and her fingers were unconsciously clenching the material of her dress, her mouth open slightly.

And for the briefest of seconds, Kakashi entertained the idea that it was him causing that awed look that he was quickly finding addicting. He wondered what it would take for her to make that face for him—could he accomplish it with a kiss? Or perhaps she would be harder to please. A few fingers deep inside her hot core as he suckled at her full breasts?

Teammate. Friend. Completely off-limits.

Sure, since Sakura had turned seventeen and finally filled out her figure Kakashi had on several occasions realized that his former student had turned into quite the catch, but it had always been once in a blue moon and at times when it was the only logical reaction that any straight man would have. Like the time Naruto had playfully shoved her into a creek when she was wearing nothing but his white undershirt (her usual clothes had been soiled in a scuffle with an enemy nin). She had emerged from the creek with every asset on display, and though Kakashi had respectfully averted his gaze and offered her his jounin vest to wear the moment he had realized, he had still caught quite the eyeful.

Another time it had been summer, and the two of them were staying in one of the cheapest hotels money could buy and sharing a twin-sized bed in a room without air conditioning. It had been so dreadfully hot that the two of them had stripped down to nothing but their underwear, and Kakashi wasn't proud to say that when he woke up before her in the morning he had perhaps spent a few seconds longer than necessary taking in her flawless figure, from the faint lines of lean muscle to her generous bosom hidden by a black sports bra, and down to the white undies with small red polka dots. He remembered finding them almost as endearing as the little birthmark he spotted just above her right butt cheek—

He felt a tug on his hand and was jerked out of his indecent reveries to see Sakura staring at him pointedly. Let's go, she mouthed, still looking a bit on the hot and bothered side. We've seen what we came for.

He licked his dry lips. Isao was now working on the second woman, an overly-enthusiastic blonde with a rather nasally voice. He gave a nod and Sakura created a simple genjutsu to make the door appear closed when they actually opened it and exited.

The two shinobi kept up their camouflage genjutsu until they had exited the hotel and gotten out of the range of its security cameras and then headed back to their much less ritzier hotel.

"What a douche," Sakura muttered. Her stormy look was usually the one she wore before she put her fist through someone's face.

Kakashi nodded. "Absolute scum."

"I'm not looking forward to telling the client."

"She already had her suspicions," the silver-haired man said dismissively. "Whatever we tell her tomorrow isn't going to come as a shock to her."

Sakura's anger dissipated into something softer and sadder. "Yeah, but I think she was hoping she was wrong."

He wasn't sure what to say to that, and so the two of them continued their walk in quiet.

"Dibs on first shower," Sakura called.

"Fine, but then I get my pick of the pillows."

His partner shot him a dark glare, but with a sigh acquiesced.

Back at the hotel the two of them showered and changed into their pajamas of ninja gear. Kakashi slept in his regular jounin garb minus the bulky vest, and Sakura slept in the black chest bindings and short spandex shorts she wore beneath her red dress.

Sakura focused on evening her breath and lowering her heart rate to make it appear that she was asleep until she felt Kakashi drift off beside her. Judging by his even breathing and relaxed posture, Kakashi was sound asleep beside her. Surely, as long as she was quiet, he would never know if she reached down into her lace panties and found release.

Hell, even if he woke up, she didn't really care. Ever since seeing their target have his way with those women earlier, Sakura had been completely unable to focus on anything except for the aching, slick warmth between her legs. It was driving her insane.

It wasn't like she wanted to finger herself when she was inches away from an unsuspecting Copy Nin. She just didn't want to walk all the way down the hall and to the communal bathroom where anybody could walk in on her.

But it was a little exhilarating, pleasuring herself right next to her old sensei.

Her fingers slid down beneath her moist panties, bumping against her swollen pearl and she relished the thrill it sent through her. Her pussy was drenched, and as she teased herself by rubbing her fingers along the slickened slit, she shuddered.

When she slipped one of her fingers into her hot, wanting passage she couldn't stop the smallest of sighs that left her lips. God, she had never craved sex more. If only she weren't on a mission, so she could grab a man and have her way with him.

Another finger pushed into her and she scrunched her eyes shut as she hit a particularly sweet spot. Sakura basked in the wonderful feeling of being filled, fucking herself languorously until the need built up and compounded itself so much that she was forced to thrust into herself deeper, harder, faster. A bead of sweat dripped down her neck and into the valley of her cleavage, her breath hitched as that glorious knot in her stomach tightened.

So close, sooo close…

Suddenly, a much larger and calloused hand was on her forearm, and her writhing fingers instantly froze. A pang of both shock and excitement rippled through her as her lust-ridden eyes widened and she looked towards the man in her bed.

Kakashi was on his side so that he faced her, clad in nothing but his jounin pants. His silver hair rose haphazardly from his head and there was a glint in his gaze that Sakura had never before witnessed. His face was expressionless but beautiful in the moonlight, his slight stubble making him look all the more like the rugged ninja he was.

"Kakashi, I—" Sakura began, trying to catch her breath. He had to be mad or upset or shocked; she was certain. Why else would his lips be set in such a thin line? Would this change their friendship? Did he think she was disgusting? Why hadn't he let go of her arm yet?

"Sakura," he said in a hoarse whisper, "you're doing it wrong."

"W-what?" Of all the things he could have said, he was critiquing her form?

A dark smirk upturned his alluring lips as his hand on her arm slid lower, and lower, towards her fingers that were still encased in her warmth.

"We can't have you distracted for the rest of the mission, can we?" he breathed, his exhalations fanning onto her cheek and ear in a way that made her shiver.

A/N: Don't you just hate it when authors end the chapter like that? haha