When Sakura is fourteen her fast-developing body is little more than a distraction; a thing to ponder with a sense of nostalgia, not something that got Kakashi hot and bothered.
When she is sixteen, however, there is something terrifyingly thrilling about it, because now she knows how to use it. It almost blindsided him the way Sakura's smile became sultry and her eyes predatory, and yet he saw it coming. For some reason he could feel it from his bones to his very core.
Some part of him, some more basic animalistic part of him just knew: Sakura was his.
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Hey Twenty-five chapters!
I think to celebrate I'll by taking five reviewer prompts! Only FIVE, so you know review.
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