A Perfect End to the Evening
[Kakashi/Sakura, NC-17]
Kakashi had taken them not two steps out of the restaurant when Sakura felt herself being tugged in every direction, not unlike the feeling one gets when someone is using a transportation jutsu and pulling them along. When the sensation faded, she realized she'd been right as she found herself standing in Kakashi's apartment instead of the restaurant district of Konoha before he tugged down his mask, pressed a very distracting kiss on her lips and she stopped caring about where she wasn't.
She may have denied it viciously all throughout dinner, but she had, in fact, chosen to wear this particular green dress because it was short and easy to get out of the way in a hurry, and not simply because it made her eyes pop -- although that, too. Kakashi made short work of her silky outfit, the dress pooling around her feet in seconds, and had a hand trailing up between her legs, fingers easily slipping underneath her barely-there panties and into her rapidly dampening slit as she let out encouraging cooing noises against his tongue. His other hand moved into her hair, gripping the clip she'd used to put up her disobedient mop for the evening and gently removed it. Pink locks fell into her face and around her chin in disarray as Kakashi finally pulled away from her mouth to press smoldering kisses along her neck.
"I like you better with your hair down," he grinned against her skin, pressing two more fingers into her heat and receiving barely contained cries in response. He continued working his digits as his tongue trailed down her chest and toned stomach, his free hand cupping one of her breasts and squeezing experimentally. She let out an approving hum, punctuated by a gasp every now and then when his thumb pressed against her clit, which only made his grin grow wider. By the time his tongue took the place of his fingers he was practically beaming, but she was too busy watching the stars beneath her eyelids to notice.
