And as a reward to my readers for going past my review record!...a double chapter!

Midori Fujiwara

Thank you all!

Kakashi lay in his bed, completely satisfied with what he had done. Awesome, how he had her stuck up in her apartment without any clothes at all. She couldn't go anywhere or do anything.

She wouldn't dare to either.

As insane as she was, Kakashi knew Anko would never go run naked outside. She didn't ever do so in her own home by herself.

Of course, however, Anko would find a way to get out of her mess.

This was confirmed when he heard a knock on her door.

Kakashi rushed over to the door, where Anko awaited him, wearing a Konoha jounin outfit that looked a bit big on her.

"Good morning, Anko," Kakashi greeted, a smile drawing across his face.

Anko noticed someone down the hall looking in her direction, and so faked happiness, smiling, "I have to talk to you, Hatake." But her tone completely contrasted with the smile that she wore.

Kakashi left her push him in and smirked, closing the door. "Defeated, huh?" he asked. "Whose clothes are those?"

"I had to call up Kurenai," she explained. "But this isn't about me." Anko pushed him until he was against a wall of his own home.

She smiled, pushing a kunai against his bare throat. The mask was not around his face because he was at home.

"You've been a lot more than trouble, lately, Kakashi," Anko snarled. She leaned her face very close to his, so much that their noses practically touched. "A very bad boy," she added.

"Beat you at your own game," he smirked, resting his hands on her waist.

"See? I knew you loved me," Anko said. "You couldn't even go a day without playing around with me. I own you."

"Maybe I just wanted to get you angry?"

"I highly doubt," Anko said, her breath giving Kakashi's neck cold shudders.

"Fine…you own me."

He recalled her initial request before all the chaos had even begun.

He leaned in and kissed her, pushing himself off the wall and switching with her so that now she was up against the wall. His hands moved up to her forearms and held her wrists to either side of her. He locked her legs by putting one knee between her knees. Anko pulled back to take a breath but Kakashi wasn't done with her yet. She was forced to take a breath with his lips still crushing her and he took the opportunity to give her tongue a nudge with his own.

Kakashi restrained himself from going any farther and pulled back, biting her bottom lip lightly and licking it before saying, "And hence I kissed you, so I stay on top."

Anko could only smile.

After a few moments of gazing at each other's eyes, he asked, "So…I returned your money and your clothes are here in this room. And you? Were you playing tricks on me, or were you being serious?"

Anko shook her head. "Your porn is behind your bookshelf…I used an old copy. And your picture? Your face is still mine…I have it here in my back pocket because I missed your face.

"Really? Right now?" Kakashi asked, taking the chance to reach for her back pocket and feeling for anything there—in reality, restoring his pervert qualities.

"Idiot," she laughed lightly, but lovingly pressed herself against the wall in order to punish the hand that groping her by squishing it against the wall and herself.

Her hands draped around his neck and she pushed him back, leading him slowly to his bed.

"Here, let's start that scene over," she said. "You look tired."

"I am tired," he corrected her once again, sliding into his bed.

"You look like you need a massage."

Kakashi smirked. "Where?"

Anko snarled, growling seductively. "Turn around, perv."

Kakashi obeyed her, rotating onto his back. He felt her join him on the bed and pull his pink shirt off him.

Kakashi's heart pulsed when feeling her fingers trail down his back, and up again. Even her touch alone was thrilling…

Anko traced and pressed against each muscle she found along his back, and Kakashi could feel himself falling into sensual unconsciousness.

The last thing he remembered feeling was her tongue tracing a random pattern on his back…

He woke up after realizing she was done massaging him and asked her wearily, why her lip was red.

She wiped her mouth and explained that the strawberry dango he had given her was very messy,

He nodded, smiling, knowing that he had never lost the dessert of his life and she coaxed him back to sleep while she slipped out after presenting him a light kiss on the lips.

Well well well....?

Midori Fujiwara