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I was staring blankly into my now empty glass of sake. The inn we had settled into when we'd arrived in the Hidden Stone just a few hours ago was conveniently right next to a bar. I motioned for the bartender to bring another round as I swayed in my chair to the song playing over the speakers.

The bar was crowded, a little noisy for my liking but it served its purpose. I just couldn't spend another night awake thinking. I'd been doing too much of that lately, and my partner on this mission seemed to give me even more to think about.

He's the same age as Ryoto, making him seven years older than me. But as with my brother, his intensity was matched by a surprisingly youthful demeanor. Or maybe it was just that damn mask. I shook my head with a grin. Emiko Akiyama, it's always the dangerous ones for you, isn't it? I thanked the bartender as he left my drink and took the empty glass away. Just how far did the Copy Ninja's abilities reach? I wondered as I'd only seen a snippet since we met.

As if summoned, a tall figure appeared next to me, leaning on the bar with a whiskey glass in hand. "Come here often?" he asked with a crinkled eye.

I ignored him for the moment, reaching instead for my drink and gulping until it was empty. I turned to face him with a smile.

"Kakashi Hatake, I'm sure you've mistaken me for someone else." I gestured around the bustling bar at the other women.

His brow twitched in disinterest. "No, I don't believe I have." He took a quick swig from his glass.

"Like I said this morning, I get it," I said looking back down at my glass.

"Sometimes I forget you're so young," he said as he swiveled my chair around so I would be facing him again, his hands resting on both of my armrests, "and then you're always kind enough to remind me."

"Ha, don't act as if you're any better than I am. At least I'm not hiding an erotic novel in my bag," I crossed my arms and gave him a smartass look.

I could see his lips purse even under his mask. "Touché."

"Still," I sighed. "I'm not the little girl you used to know, Kakashi."

His gaze roamed over me appraisingly. "I'm well aware, Emiko."

I found my hand floating towards his mask, my finger just reaching the top of it when his hand covered mine, waking me from my sudden trance. I blushed and turned away taking my hand with me. "I'm sorry."

He was quiet for a minute. "We're on a mission, Emiko," he finally said.

"Don't I know that?" I snapped. I flagged the bartender down again. How ridiculous I was being, what was I even thinking? Too embarrassed to say anything, I took the glass when the bartender brought it and hopped off the stool angling to move to another spot.

"Emi." I found him directly in front me, blocking my way. "It's not that—"

I shook my head and held up a hand to stop him, "There's no need to explain, Hatake. Really. I'm just going to go and enjoy my drink…Over there." Without another word he let me pass, and when I sat in the empty booth I cradled my head in my hand losing myself in the woodgrain of the table.

Not long after, he slid into the seat across from me but I didn't look up.

"I'm just not sure it would be the best idea, don't you think?"

I sighed deeply. "That's the thing, Kakashi. I'm tired of thinking," I confessed. "All I do is think. And I don't want to tonight. So please, let me nurse my drink and my self respect and you can forget about all this come tomorrow."

I reached for my drink, but he took my hand before it touched the glass.

"Maybe we should call it a night."

I closed my eyes in frustration and he released his grip. I quickly downed the shot and stood to close my tab. I was ready to be alone and that clearly wouldn't be happening here.

"I've already taken care of the bill," he called as he followed behind me. I turned from the bar and stomped off towards the door instead. I heard it click shut behind him as he continued to shadow me across the street toward the front of the inn. When we reached my hallway, I grabbed some bills from my pocket and spun around pushing them into his chest.

"That should cover it. Goodnight." The bills fell to the ground as I turned to head towards my door. I had just unlocked the it when an arm wrapped around my waist, whirling me around.

My breath hitched as I looked into his eyes—he'd moved his headband. His toned body kept coming closer until he was pressed against me; my back thudded softly against the door. His left arm was leaning on the door above me, and he brought his right hand to my lips, his thumb brushing over them lightly.

"I tend to overthink as well, Emiko," he whispered, his touch running from my lips and then down my jaw line. "I could use a night of not thinking."

I turned the knob of the door and began to back inside, Kakashi following. He flipped the lock when the door shut, his eyes never leaving mine. I ran my hands up his chest, my fingers again finding their way to his mask.

"Let me see you," I begged. "Please." Again his hand covered mine, but this time he moved our hands together, pulling down the mask and slowly unveiling his face.

With each new inch of skin I saw, I felt the desire grow hotter inside of me. My fingers lingered at every feature and when I reached his lips, his eyes drifted closed. A strong nose, carved jaw, and mouthwatering lips… In retrospect the sake probably had something to do with my candidness, but the words flowed from mouth without thinking. "You don't have to hide from me, Kakashi."

His eyes flashed open, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver through my body. And then his face relaxed into a crooked grin. "We'll see." His words were tinged with uncertainty, but that smile tore at my heartstrings. I licked my lips in anticipation, pleading with my eyes for him to close the distance between our mouths. And with a low growl, he did.

He was feasting on my mouth, our tongues intertwined while our hands explored each other's bodies. I could taste the whiskey on that skilled tongue of his and paired with his own flavor, I was lost. I felt a small pinch at the nipple of my left breast and gasped in shock and delight. So enraptured in the heated kiss, I hadn't noticed the Jonin had removed my tunic exposing my bare chest. His thumb swirled around the now hardened bud and I groaned into his mouth. This. This is what I needed.

I had stripped him of his vest, but his shirt remained. I slipped both of my hands under the bottom hem and roamed his skin. Taught and warm, I could feel the scars on his body that he'd earned in battle. I could now feel the wetness between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together. When I reached his collar bone, I scratched slowly down his chest until I reached the top of his pants. He groaned deeply and broke our kiss, pulling his shirt over his head. We were both left panting, drinking in the sights before us.

In an instant he was on his knees in front of me and I watched him as he worked, easily sliding the pants down my legs until he was face to face with my panty covered apex. He gazed up at me and touched his lips to my clothed center.

"Your smell is intoxicating," he breathed into me, slipping a finger underneath the string at the top of my thigh. At an agonizingly slow pace, he slid the black panties down my legs as well, and I stepped out of the clothes. He was studying my lower lips carefully with a smirk.

"You're dripping, Emiko," he moaned. "And you're absolutely beautiful," this time his eyes met mine. Heat was rushing all over my body, and with his words I could indeed feel my arousal start trickle down my thighs. My hips had begun to gyrate out of their own free will and I had been tracing my fingers softly over my breasts. He gently blew onto my sex and I contracted at the sensation. As his tongue glided smoothly over my slit nearing my clitoris, I whimpered. And when he encircled it with his lips and began his torrent of sucking and licking, my knees shook.

In a smooth motion, his arms were cradling under my ass, hands gripping my hips roughly while keeping my legs spread for him to continue his plunder. He lifted me and I grabbed his shoulders, a second later we landed softly on the bed. He didn't break contact with my pussy for an instant. I found myself writhing from every flick of his wet muscle, and my moans were beyond my control now. One of his hands slithered up my abdomen, finding a pert nipple and squeezing it hard, I yelped. Now that his hands were providing the attention my breasts needed, I dug my fingers into his mess of silver hair, gripping and pulling as he furiously licked. I could feel his other hand moving towards my center, and he teased my every fold before reaching my entrance.

"Emi," he rasped. I darted my eyes down to his face, his chin glistening with my juices. He gave me a devilish smile before simultaneously inserting his finger and nibbling on my clit. My moan more resembled a scream, and my body stiffened. I was panting hard, and his finger was pumping in and out of me now as my eyes flickered open and shut. My insides convulsed, squeezing his finger tight.

"Yes, Emiko. Let it all go," his voice was sultry and rough. He latched his mouth back on and I could take no more.

"Ka—Kakashi!" I squealed as my climax came hard, every nerve in my body was electrified. Shutters ran through me, and he continued to lap at my pussy, taking in all of my orgasm. I was covered in a sheen of sweat and my chest was heaving, yet I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me.

He languidly climbed over me, bringing his still wet mouth to mine, letting me taste myself. I fought for his tongue and sucked lightly when I had secured it. He groaned again and wrapped his fingers in my hair pulling me harder to him. My hand made its way down his rippling abs, following the trail of rough hairs. It seems as though someone had already lost his pants. Good.

My eyes widened when my fingers found their prize, wrapping around his thick, hot member. He was long, and incredibly hard, and if I didn't have his cock inside of me soon I was going to lose my fucking mind.

He thrust into my hand as I pumped him slowly, my own hips bucking in time. He broke our kiss and gave me a look that was utterly devastating. His face was gleaming with sweat, his hair ruffled from my groping, and the longing look in eyes was just too much.

"I need you inside," I sobbed, "please!" His hand replaced mine, taking over the pumping motion I had begun before slowly nearing my pulsating sex. He dragged the tip of his cock back and forth through my lips, coating himself again and again in my juices. My clit was throbbing, the need between my legs growing beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

"Please," I begged once more between my moans.

"So impatient," he sighed. "But I love watching your face as you wriggle in torture." He teased my opening and I raised my hips to meet him but he pulled his length back, and instead of meeting my need he was showering my chest with soft kisses. "Your frustration is even sexier now, while you're completely at my mercy," he murmured against my sensitive skin. "No matter how strong you are, right now, you're mine."

His words were sending tingles all over my skin, waves of heat radiating throughout me. My nipples were peaks and my pussy was still soaked, growing wetter by the second. My clit was throbbing and my walls were clenching. God, I think this man could make me cum with just his words.

I didn't realize I had closed my eyes until he demanded I look at him. The second I did, he finally, mercifully, entered me and filled me completely. My eyes rolled back while I took him in, the room filled only by the sound of breathing, our intermingled moans, and the sound his cock being sucked inside with each of his thrusts. I was whole, I was white hot with pleasure. He filled me in a way no one ever had. His name was pouring from my lips over and over now, barely comprehensible as I neared my peak. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, cock throbbing each time my muscles clenched around him. He groaned my name and the length of his cock ground harder against that spot deep inside.

I unleashed a flood with a final yelp of his name, biting down on his neck to muffle my noise. His body pumped even faster then, grunting every time he plunged further into me until he had reached as far as he could go, unleashing a flood of his own deep inside of me. A warmth spread within me as he collapsed onto my chest.

His fingers played in my hair as we caught our breaths. I tried to speak, to say his name but my voice was so shaky that he chuckled. "Kakashi," I eventually managed. "I've never...That was..." But my words were useless.

"I know," he said grinning down at me as I blushed. "But truly... I haven't...it's never been like that with anyone before." he confessed. I placed my hand on his cheek and brought his face down to meet me in another kiss.