Okay, second chapter… Let's see how this goes. Reviews are appreciated, but please be nice, this is my first fanfiction.

I don't own Naruto or any of the characters in this story

Sakura woke up, quickly pressing a chakra-enhanced fingertip to her head to soothe her pounding headache. God, she could not express how thankful she was for the ability to cure her own hangovers. She doubted Kakashi would be experiencing the same thing, the man was the definition of control, sure, he drank to get buzzed every once and a while, but she had never once seen her sensei drunk.

Wait, not sensei, just Kakashi.

'Kakashi.' She said it out loud more to herself than anyone else. Yeah, that transition was not gonna be as hard as she originally thought. He had been her teammate for so much longer than he had been her sensei. Still, it was slightly odd to think of him as her equal. Sure she had helped win the fourth shinobi war with Sasuke and Naruto, but he was the legendary Copy Ninja. Someone she had looked up to since a genin, someone who had been ANBU captain at 13, and had saved her life more times than she could count on her fingers and toes. Damn…

She tried to recall most of what happened last night, but things became a bit blurry after the last few drinks. She sat up and took in her surroundings. She was in her apartment, okay, so Kakashi didn't take her back to his place. She had spent a couple nights crashing on Kakashi's couch after a mission, and it wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. She always woke up with an aching pain in the back of her neck, and woke up to the overwhelming smell of dog. Kami, did that man ever clean his apartment?

Okay, what else? He had taken her boots off, and for that she was grateful. She didn't have to worry about cleaning her sheets if she had tracked mud inside the house, and she was positive that he had done the same. After the second bell test with Naruto, Kakashi had always taken care not to aggravate Sakura, as to avoid the legendary 'Fists of Doom.' That included taking note of some of her pet peeves. Not all of them of course. He occasionally got lost on the road of life, but he always took note that Sakura didn't appreciate him tracking mud or bodily fluids into the house. He had learned that the hard way after collapsing inside her apartment after returning from a mission with what appeared to be a lethal chest wound. No matter how much bleach she used, the blood stain would not come out of the grout in the tile of her kitchen.

She chuckled fondly. That was when she agreed to go as his mission partner, at least until she was appointed hospital director. Team Kakashi was no more, at least not in the field. Kakashi was now Hokage, and she had her duties to the hospital.

Last night, last night… what did they talk about? It started out with the obvious, the congratulations, the reason why they were out drinking in the first place. But after that…

She groaned, fuck… did she ruin the night be complaining about Sasuke returning the entire time. She was more than a little bit intoxicated at the time, but that she remembered somewhat clearly. This was supposed to be a celebration, and geez, she just had to ruin it by throwing a pity party about the potential of becoming Mrs. Uchiha.

But there was something else, wasn't there. He… he wanted her help. In the Hokages office. Well, someone needed to keep him accountable for all the paperwork, Shikamaru may be a genius, but he was too lazy to track down and force Kakashi to get anything done. The mountains of work on his desk were a testament to that. Maybe that would be good. For her and for him. Work at the hospital could be draining sometimes, and her role at the hospital was more managerial than anything else there days. Once a proper medic training program was put in place, she was only ever called in for major surgeries or when someone encountered a new poison, which was relatively rare. Sakura prided herself on the competence of her new medics, but that left her with two things. Paperwork and research.

Maybe it would be good to take a break from the hospital. Not completely of course, but to cut down hours a little bit to spend time in Hokage tower, with full pay of course. She smirked to herself.

Oh yes, for having to deal with the famous Copy Nin, she was gonna get paid overtime.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched. Her muscles were stiff, but nothing some early morning stretches couldn't fix. She stood up, groaning as some of her joints popped, and reached for her slippers. That counted as a toe-touch right? Okay, too lazy to stretch today. No work today unless there's a freak emergency, so allocating a little bit of chakra to soothe her muscles couldn't hurt. Besides, her reserves had grown immensely since the war… Whatever, no need to make excuses Sakura, you're a grown ass adult, stop justifying these things to yourself and get on with your day.

She made her way into the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. Okay, so what else happened last night… How much did she have to drink? For goodness sake, she was the Godaime Hokage's apprentice, in more than just medicine. She could handle a drink, but why was it that she couldn't remember much of anything after leaving the bar. All she could remember was warmth. The warmth of the alcohol in her stomach, and the comforting warmth of the Copy Nin pressed against her side as he took her home.

Wait what? Where did that thought come from? This was Kakashi, pain-in-her-ass, perpetually late, Kakashi. Just Kakashi… But, it was nice… It had been a while since she had a masculine presence so close to her. Most men were intimidated by her strength, and those that weren't were promptly scared off by her former teammates. How long had it been since she had last gotten laid? She had tried dating a civilian a while back, but that was… a year ago?

Ughh. Its been too long. Of course she had her vibrator, what woman doesn't? But it's a cheap substitute for a relationship. She finished sipping her coffee and checked the clock hanging on her wall. It was a Saturday, 9:00, and she had nowhere to be. Maybe someone would want to spar with her? Not Naruto, he had been telling her all week about his upcoming date with Hinata. It seemed everyone else was either working or on a mission.

Maybe it was time for that masturbation session now.

Sakura closed her eyes. Okay, fantasy time. Who do we want? An anonymous outline of a distinctly male figure popped into her head. That's a start at least. Features? Now that was the difficult part. For most of her life she had considered herself attracted to the 'tall dark and handsome' type. Tall for sure. There was something about having a tall partner that made her feel feminine. It wasn't often that she got to feel like that, but she quickly decided, at least in a private setting, that she liked it. Now dark, the first thing that came to mind was Sasuke with his onyx eyes and dark hair, but… it just wasn't right. It was then that a flash of silver popped behind her eyes, dark, soulful eyes.

She gasped and reopened her eyes. Kakashi.