#7 Well, that was different.
Well, that was different.
Unnervingly so. THAT had never happened to Kakashi before. It shouldn't have surprised him, he reasoned, given their recent encounters (which were mostly his fault, he admitted).
But this, this was a new low, even for him. They were getting along all fine and dandy until she stole Icha Icha and ogled his groin then darted away before he could tease her or reprimand her or pick her up and spank her-
Calloused fingers tugged at sweat-laced follicles before he could continue that tempting thought.
And then he just had to have a wet dream about her and completely blow away the already tenuous parameters of their relationship. He was a sick, sick man who had definitely earned his reputation as the village's legendary pervert.
The images, misty as they were, still haunted his desire-riddled mind. His lips skimming over the dampened planes of porcelain flesh, the feel of pliant lips submitting to his ravenous ones, emerald eyes darkening and sparkling with resolute yearning and need, her silent whimpers, slender fingers skittering over taut muscle-
He gave up and buried his face in his dampened, beaten-down pillow, as if it could absorb all his woes and frustrations. Eventually, his aggravation shifted to exhaustion, and he succumbed to the subconscious land of his darkest, forbidden desires, knowing he would not be free of the torture that was Sakura Haruno. At least dream-Sakura would be sure to ease all of dream-Kakashi's aches.
Real-Kakashi sure as hell wasn't getting any.
Edit: SO SORRY, I didn't notice but I uploaded the wrong word document before, that's why it didn't make sense. =/ I am a mess!
