A/N: Hello!

Nine In the Afternoon

'Cause it's nine in the afternoon,

And your eyes are the size of the moon

Sakura glanced curiously over at Kakashi when he sighed despondently, but her attention quickly turned to Naruto who had stood along with Sasuke.

"I have Hokage training with Baa-chan tomorrow morning, so I best be getting along," Naruto said, already edging to the door.

Sasuke cleared his throat and avoided Sakura's eyes. "I have an early start tomorrow too, so…"

Yamato yawned a fake yawn and nodded in agreement.

Sai paused in his examination of her books and a comprehending look came over his features before he started edging slowly to the door.

"No way!" Sakura shouted and pointed a stern finger at the four men who paused and flinched. "There are a ton of dishes in my sink that aren't going to wash themselves and you guys said you would help, dammit!"

Quite the opposite of feeling guilty, the four men only looked disappointed at being called out on their attempt at sneaking out.

"But Sakura—," Naruto started.

"It's okay," Kakashi interjected, standing, "I'll stay and help. You all can go if you want."

A small shiver ran down Sakura's spine at his words. She turned to regard him, but he only met her gaze and smiled a smile that offered nothing in the way of explanation, before he turned back to regard the other men.

"Cool, thanks, Kakashi-sensei," Naruto exclaimed with a huge grin.

"Way to take one for the team, Senpai," Yamato said, content. He quickly opened the door already halfway out.

Sakura huffed. "Fine. But you guys owe me."

They all nodded vigorously in agreement before hastily saying "thank you" and flitting out the door, shutting it tightly behind Sasuke who was the last one out.

Silence encapsulated Sakura's small apartment as she nervously fidgeted with her shirt hem. She couldn't seem to muster the courage to look at Kakashi.

She felt the shift in the air and the sound of footsteps coming closer to her with intent, before she panicked and dashed into the kitchen, babbling in a pitch higher than normal, "So I'll wash, you dry?"

Sakura stopped at the counter, next to the sink, and clutched at it with a white-knuckled grip. Sakura felt the heat of Kakashi's body surrounding her and then the hard expanse of a taut chest against her back, when his hands lifted—one to grip her waist and the other to tangle in her hair so he could tilt her head and place his lips on her neck.

Sakura, breath shallow and fast, said, "I thought you said we shouldn't do this anymore."

Kakashi's bare lips brushed lightly over the goose-bumped skin of her neck and he nipped her gently once, then twice, before murmuring against her skin, "So I did." He left his answer at that former statement.

Sakura was quickly waging a losing battle with herself. They should stop, but damn, she just couldn't push him away and she didn't want to.

Kakashi moved his hands away from her head and waist, moving slowly down her form to pause at the hem of her skirt, playing with the fabric and making Sakura tremble in anticipation. He paused again and then his hands moved under her skirt to grip her ass firmly with two warm hands, the tips of his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties.

Heat pooled down between her legs and she felt her face flush with the sensations of it all. A small, needy sound escaped her lips.

Kakashi hitched her skirt higher and moved closer, pressing himself full against her, hard-on hot and insistent through the fabric of his pants and her underwear.

Oh, what the hell.

Sakura released her tight grip from her kitchen counter and reached her hands upwards to tangle her hands through soft silver hair, letting her head fall back against Kakashi's right shoulder.

He gripped her waist tighter now as they slowly started rocking against each other, labored breathing filling her small kitchen because of their actions.

Sakura, although immensely enjoying herself, quickly became frustrated with their position because he wasn't quite where she wanted him to be and frustrated with their state of dress or lack thereof.

She tried telling him this, "Kakashi," she gasped. His name from her lips seemed to add to his vigor, though, because he lifted her a bit higher, until only her toes were brushing against the floor and thrust harder.

Sakura lost her train of thought for a moment.

What was she…? Oh yeah…

"Kakashi?" she said again, removing her hands from his hair back to the counter and pushing him back slightly.

He abruptly stopped. "I—uh, sorry. Do you want me to go?"

Sakura turned quickly, taking in his rumpled clothes, mask around his neck and wild eyes, his hair sticking everywhere more than normal because of her wandering hands. He looked as if he were just waiting for Sakura to shout at him for touching her.

Sakura blinked, trying to clear her head to form a clear sentence. "No, I—uh, I mean, don't you want to go to the bed instead?" She bit her lip, hoping she hadn't put him off.

His eyes widened slightly and he lifted an arm to scratch his head bemusedly.

Sakura, not being patient enough to wait for his answer, gripped his hand securely and tugged him behind her down to her bedroom. He followed without a word or protest.

They reached her bedroom and Sakura swung the door until only a crack was left between the doorframe and the door.

Sakura switched her light on and went to tug off her shirt, only for Kakashi to stop her. She looked to him questioningly and his dark eyes ran the length of her body before he said, "I want to do it."

"Okay," Sakura said in a quiet voice, eyes wide as the moon.

She lowered her arms and looked to Kakashi as he came closer. He tugged her shirt off and trailed warm hands down her waist until he reached her skirt, using both hands to shove it down so it floated to the ground. Sakura stood in her white and pink, flowery bra that in no way matched her black panties, feeling a bit pathetic as he stared unblinkingly at her. How small and unwomanly she must look compared to all the other women he'd been with. Maybe that was the real reason he'd said no to doing this again—

Kakashi placed a hand under her chin and Sakura hadn't realized she'd looked away until he tilted her head so she'd look at him again.

"Sakura," he said, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, "I want you to understand that it's not because I don't want to again or because it's with you that I said we shouldn't do this again. I just didn't want to ruin anything between us. Do you understand?"

Sakura looked at him, confused. "But it doesn't feel like anything has been ruined between us, Kakashi. Does it to you? I don't feel…wrong."

The expression of worry that had been clouding his face cleared as he smiled softly. "No, it doesn't feel that way."

Her smile was bright and genuine in return.

He kissed her again, sweet and slow. Her toes curled against the carpeted floor in response.

Sakura felt his hand on her waist before he slid it upwards and rubbed a thumb across a hardened nipple through her bra.

Kakashi drew back from her lips, panting, and rested his forehead against hers. "Sakura?"

"Hm?" Sakura sighed contentedly. His hand still massaged her right breast while his other cupped the side of her face.

"You're beautiful and if it's all right with you, I'm going to fuck you hard and fast and then slow and long…or maybe vice versa depending on how long I last," he was grinning now, a roughish, mischievous grin.

Sakura, feeling dumb, only bit her lip and nodded slowly. She watched this handsome man tell her that he was going to fuck her brains out and she was reduced to a hormonal, foolish oaf. "More than okay with me," was all she managed.

She came to her senses again when Kakashi unhooked her bra so he could place both hands on her bare breasts—he teased and pinched and in his hands, her breasts that she thought so small, seemed to fit perfectly in his palms.

Sakura arched against his searching hands, before remembering she had hands as well and moving to pull his own long-sleeved black shirt off. Lean, hard muscle slid under her hands as she moved down to unbuckle his belt and shove his rough pants and briefs down in one sharp tug.

Sakura was a very curious creature by nature and only knowing the scientific facts behind how sensitive a man could be below the belt was not enough for her anymore. She wanted to feel him against her palm, smooth and hot, a watch as he groaned with pleasure.

She trailed curious fingers along the coarse grey hairs that started at his navel until she reached where she wanted to be. Kakashi watched her hand as she touched him, at first a short, hesitant tug until she found her rhythm and pumped her hand along his length, her own breathing becoming labored, mouth slightly agape. He wasn't caressing her breasts anymore and only dug his finger into her shoulders. Kakashi threw his head back and Sakura stared in fascination as he worked to swallow properly, Adam's apple moving erratically.

Abruptly, Kakashi reached down and drew her hand gently away. "If you keep doing that," he said in an almost-gasp, "We won't get to the really fun part."

Sakura grinned bashfully, but unapologetically.

Kakashi took her hand and led her over to the bed, and sat on the edge while she stood in front of him. He reached over and slipped her panties down and it was a wonder Sakura didn't feel any embarrassment because they were already soaked through.

"Come here," he urged, pulling her forward until she straddled his lap.

She buried her fingers through his silver hair and kissed the side of his brow and moved until she reached his neck. His smell was intoxicating.

He took her by the hips and pushed her flush against him before moving to lay flat on his back, with Sakura still atop him.

Nerves and hesitation flooded Sakura's actions again. She'd never had sex in this position before and was a little out of her element. "Kakashi, I don't-I mean I've never…" She trailed off, feeling inadequate.

Kakashi slid warm, soothing hands against her thighs. "It's okay, Sakura. Just move."

When she grabbed him and guided his length inside her, all her hips wanted to do was move. They groaned—Kakashi's almost a growl—in unison at the feeling of being locked together again in the most intimate form. He filled her so sweetly and completely, caressing every inner crevice.

Sakura closed her eyes and shifted her hips slowly, trying to commit to memory the feeling of him sliding in and out of her with sluggish precision. She would have been content to stay at that pace for a while yet, letting slick heat ebb and flow in her lower belly, but Kakashi had other ideas.

"Could we maybe do the hard and fast one first?" he gasped, body bowing towards hers. He had buried the side of his face into the side of her right breast as he drew in harsh breaths. "Faster, Sakura."

Sakura kept at her pace. "I don't mind if you come first. Go ahead."

Kakashi murmured something about "what kind of damn gentleman" and grabbed her hips, increasing her pace.

She let him guide the rhythm of her hips as they met his, her body already coiling in preparation for her orgasm.

"Shit," Kakashi cursed suddenly, before Sakura felt him twitch and he filled her with wet warmth.

Sakura blinked, derailed, and she looked at Kakashi curiously. He had tipped his head back and he was staring, red-faced, at the ceiling. Sakura took the opportunity to kiss and suck at his exposed neck again.

She kissed him finally. "I told you it was okay," she murmured against his lips, "jeez."

His lips were pursed against hers. "It's not."

Sakura wanted to laugh at his petulant tone, but she figured he would take it the wrong way and it would only make things worse. So she just kept kissing him.

Her world went topsy-turvy in a flash as Kakashi flipped her over onto her back in one swift motion. She blinked at the sudden change in position, with her back reclining against a few of her many pillows. Her legs were bent, but still spread wide and Kakashi was abruptly there, using his tongue to sweep across her skin. He paused and then ducked again while Sakura watched as he closed his mouth over a peaked breast. Sakura trembled as he sucked and nipped at her nipple, releasing it with one loud pop when he deemed he was done before moving on to the next one.

He finally moved away and placed a kiss in between her breasts, and kept moving and before she knew it, his mouth was right above her…

"Kakashi, where are you going?!" Sakura yelped. In her surprise, she had smooshed her right foot against his face, making him wear a sort of weird grimace as she pushed at the flesh of his face, knee bent inward to cover herself.

Well, she knew what oral sex was, but going from a virgin, to a hasty night of sex, to having her junk right in a man's face was, to say the least, a bit overwhelming.

Kakashi pushed her foot away and grinned. "Where do you think I'm going?" Sakura clamped her legs shut, but he easily pried them apart again. "Relax, Sakura. I promise you'll enjoy this very much."

"But I-ahAH," Sakura started, before all the breath left her body.

He had sealed his lips against her, kissing and lapping with his tongue in between her legs.

She couldn't think—didn't even know what her name was anymore as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Was that her making those noises? If so, she was embarrassingly loud.

His tongue moved with precision, making her ache to a point that she never knew was possible. Her thoughts became a cacophony of white noise and the pressure built and convened in one spot in her body. She wasn't aware of how she tugged harshly at his hair, pushing him closer, hips urgent and insistent against his mouth. Sakura was sure in a far off place of reality that she was whimpering "please" over again. Her eyes fluttered open a moment and when she glanced down, the sight of him kissing and sucking at such an intimate place, was what pushed her over the edge.

Her whole body trembled, strained and the pressure in that one particular spot in her body, overflowed, sending waves of pure sensation from her head to the very tips of her toes. By the end, Sakura wasn't speaking anymore, but instead rode out her orgasm in shallow pants, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her legs that she had clamped shut against Kakashi's head at the height of her pleasure, were now jelly and shaking when she tried to move them, so she let them flop open, boneless.

Kakashi kissed her one time—a quick peck of his lips on that place that was still so sensitive, making her jump slightly—before moving back up her body. He braced an arm on either side of her, only letting his hips press against hers, and she felt that he was erect again. Kakashi showed no haste, though, and pressed slow and soft kisses to her closed eyelids.

Sakura, still breathless, focused on the feel of his heart beating against hers and the touch of skin to skin contact. She wrapped one leg around his waist, but let her arms rest limply on the bed. Her eyes were still closed, so she only felt when he reached a hand over and brushed the sweaty hair gently away from her forehead. He kissed her forehead softly.

They stayed for a few minutes, breathing intermingling with Kakashi kissing her every now and again. There was no rush in their intimacy and Sakura savored the feel of him against her body.

"Ready for round two?" Kakashi asked.

Sakura snorted at his wording, but nodded nonetheless. "Round three and four, too." she said, jokingly.

Kakashi...wasn't joking.

She really hadn't known this man's stamina capacity.

...

Even though Sakura was exhausted, she still awoke before Kakashi the next morning.

The day was cloudy and a few degrees cooler, which was why when she glanced over at Kakashi, she could only see half of his head poking out from between her sheets.

She laughed softly and bent over his still form to kiss him lightly on his temple. He murmured somewhat, but kept slumbering on. Sakura had to climb over him because her bed was pushed against the wall and she was caged in, but again, he didn't wake.

Once she got to her feet, she dressed in a t-shirt and some sweatpants before heading out to her kitchen. She was practically bouncing as she walked.

Unlike last time, she knew Kakashi wasn't going to wake up without any emotion on his face and tell her that they shouldn't do this again. They had established something last night, and although she wasn't too clear on what that something was, she knew he wouldn't push her away again.

Sakura walked into the kitchen and even the pile of dishes still awaiting her didn't dampen her mood. She decided to make some coffee before tackling her chores.

As she was making some toast and peeling a banana to go along with her morning coffee, she heard shuffling feet enter the kitchen.

Sakura turned to see Kakashi coming over to her, looking sleep-rumpled and very, very cute.

"Good morning," Sakura chirped. She handed him her cup of coffee that she had been preparing for herself and grabbed herself another mug.

"You're very chipper for it being so early in the morning," Kakashi mumbled, sleep still coloring his tone.

"It's eleven," Sakura replied.

"Ah." He raised the cup of coffee to Sakura in a gesture of thanks and took a sip of the black coffee.

As Sakura was pouring herself another cup, she felt him come to stand behind her and peck the back of her head in a kiss. "Good morning," He said.

Sakura giggled. "It sure takes you awhile to wake up."

"After a night like last night it sure does," Kakashi retorted. He didn't see her deep blush, as her back was to him.

...

After enjoying their breakfast together sitting at her table, Sakura got up and gathered their dishes to wash. She resigned herself to her fate of dishwasher for at least forty minutes of her day.

"I'll help you wash them," Kakashi proffered, getting up from the table as well.

"You don't have to—you might have more important things to do," Sakura replied, and then with a sly tone to her voice she continued, "I know you only agreed last night so you could get in my pants again."

Kakashi didn't miss a beat, and replied, "You were wearing a skirt."

He didn't deny Sakura's statement though.

Sakura, feeling a bit shy, worried the sponge in her hands and said, "If I agree again, will the acts of last night be repeated as well?"

"Definitely," Kakashi assured.

Sakura smiled down at the crusted plate in her hands, feeling giddy.

Kakashi came to stand next to her, mirroring her smile. "You wash, I'll dry?"

When they finished washing the dishes and stacking them away, Kakashi announced that he had to leave.

Disappointed, but not wanting to seem needy by asking him where he was going, she only nodded.

Before leaving Kakashi hesitated and turned back, "I-uh-I mean, if you're not busy tomorrow would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?"

Sakura smiled at his newfound awkwardness, her grin bright, "I would love to."

...

A/N: Thanks for reading! Constructive and/or nice reviews are welcome!