A.N. TY so much for being here, I put up a quick note on my bio page for those interested. Enjoy!

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"That was a bit exciting, wasn't it," Hanare said, cleaning up after a modest early lunch. Kakashi stood at the still-open door, watching Boruto run up the road headed toward the Academy.

"I wonder if he really doesn't have first or second period on Wednesdays," Kakashi mused.

"You could have called the school," Hanare said as she put away the rice.

Kakashi gently shut the door. "I could have."

Hanare smiled down at the plastic wrap she was unrolling. "I think it was fine."

Kakashi scratched his chin through his mask. "So… Coffee?"

"Hmmm?" Hanare put a plate with leftover sardines in the fridge.

"You said you like it in the afternoon. Coffee, I mean… There's a place by the bookstore. I said… I'd… take you there." Kakashi stared at the table. When Hanare didn't reply right away he ran a hand through his hair.

"If you don't feel like it -"

"No Kakashi, that sounds perfect! I was just thinking about what to wear - sorry." Hanare laughed lightly and Kakashi glanced at her cautiously. She had hopped up and was sitting on the kitchen counter, hands on her knees, smiling at him. A piece of hair from her pigtails had fallen out and dangled over her left eye.

"I need to shower," Kakashi said. "You should, too."

Hanare's smile vanished and her cheeks turned bright red.

"I… I mean - you probably want to, right? After all the… gardening?" Kakashi nodded quickly at Hanare's legs.

Hanare glanced down. "Oh!" she said, noticing the bits of grass and dirt stuck to her skin. She giggled and her smile returned. "I hadn't noticed how dirty I'd gotten. I guess I was crawling around out there for a while! ...Yes, Kakashi, a shower does sound nice."

Kakashi pulled at the top edge of his mask. Everything felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. He nodded again. "You can go first."

"I might use up all the hot water…" Hanare winked.

"Don't," Kakashi said. The green-haired kunoichi chuckled and hopped off the counter. She patted his arm as she passed him on the way toward the hall.

"No, sir. I can tell you're dead serious about your shower water. Thank you for being such a gentleman, though. I won't be long."

Kakashi watched her disappear through the noren. Then he went over to the couch and lay down. I'll just rest a minute while she's in there.

"Kakashi?"

Hanare's voice floated out of the darkness of the hallway. Kakashi could hear the shower running. He got up off the couch and went toward the bathroom. The door was cracked open and steam wafted out. Kakashi reached forward and nudged the door open with outstretched fingers.

Hanare stood naked in the shower, her back to him. Her hair was drenched and hung in long seaweed-like tendrils down around her neck. The shower rained down on her and water dripped down all over her bare skin.

"Kakashi?" she said.

"Yeah."

"Could you help me? Some enemy nin from Kirigakure tied me up and I can't reach the soap."

Kakashi realized her hands were bound to the showerhead. That was an odd thing to do, but this young generation of shinobi were into all kinds of strange things… he'd seen a lot of evidence of it on the internet. Kakashi stepped into the bathroom.

"Sure, I can help," he said. He rolled up his sleeve and reached into the shower, taking the soap from the caddy. Hanare turned her head slightly, looking at him over her right shoulder. Her large honey-colored eye with the beauty mark underneath looked anxious.

"I have mud on my knees," she said plaintively. Kakashi nodded and knelt down. The steam rose all around him. He felt his clothes getting damp and realized he probably should've taken off his shirt first, at least… but he didn't really care.

He reached out and put soap on Hanare's legs. They were very smooth and firm.

"You're going to have to wash everything," Hanare said from above him. Again, Kakashi nodded. He got a washcloth from the basket and soaped that too, then ran it up Hanare's thighs. He stood up and now he did take off his shirt, which was dripping, and hung it on the peg near the shower stall.

"Don't get your pants wet!" Hanare chided, so Kakashi slipped those off, too. He stepped into the shower behind Hanare. He lathered up her back and stomach. The warm water felt good on his skin and he reached up and took off his mask.

"You're forgetting some parts," Hanare giggled. Kakashi blushed and was glad he was standing behind her. He got closer, pushing up against her so he could reach around to the front. She was really… wet. The steam made it hard to see. Kakashi felt upwards and cupped his hands around her exposed breasts. They felt nice… soft, gently rounded, slippery… Hanare sighed. Then Kakashi felt his way downward, and slid his hands over her backside and hips… the curves of her body seemingly taking him where he wanted to go anyway.

He trailed his fingertips from her bellybutton. She was giggling, pressing back against him, sliding her parts against his… Kakashi's fingers took a steep dive down, and slid across more than water…

"Kakashi," Hanare moaned. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you on your knees, but not to garden," he said into the steam. He felt sweaty and like he was breathing hard. Hanare must've somehow untied herself because suddenly she could move and Kakashi got the impression she was below him.

"I'm ready for you," she whispered, and Kakashi could hear her smile in the vapor more than he could see it. He gasped as she took him in her hands and then

"Kakashi?!"

Kakashi's eyes snapped open.

"Kakashi, are you okay?!"

It was Hanare's voice, alarmed. Kakashi realized he was lying on the floor, staring at the legs of the couch. There was a pillow beneath him and another he had his arms wrapped around. He heard Hanare running across the room.

"I… I'm fine," he said. Her hands were firm on his shoulders. She smelled like soap…

"Are you sure?" she asked. "Let's get you rolled over and check -"

"No, no, no need…" Kakashi waved a hand. "I'm perfectly comfortable - was just doing some… stretches…"

"Roll over!" Hanare said. "I want to listen to your heart."

"No."

"Kakashi!"

"Don't. Touch. Me," Kakashi growled. He peered up into Hanare's face. Her concerned expression changed to hurt. She let go.

"I'm… sorry," she murmured, standing up and turning away.

"Hanare - no. It's not… Damn it." Kakashi struggled to adjust his position so he wasn't ramming himself into the floor, while still keeping certain things less than obvious from his houseguest.

"I'm done with the shower. I'll just… go read outside. Let me know when you're ready to go."

Kakashi heard Hanare pick up her purse. The door closed softly behind her.

"Damn!" Kakashi swore. He punched the floor and cut his knuckle. Now I need a bandage, too. The man who copied a thousand jutsu lay his forehead against the cool wood and sighed deeply.