"- I think I'll have been at your house long enough."

He sighed heavily, "No such thing. I'd like you to stay longer."

Ino chuckled, opening the front door to the apartment, "You just can't get enough of me—admit it."

"I'm being serious. Stay with me just awhile longer."

"Sai," Ino sighed, shutting the door softly behind her and murmuring quietly, "I already feel bad for leaving Sakura alone."

"She hasn't called you upset," Sai pointed out. "She must be doing fine."

"She's sick," Ino rebutted. "She's probably spent the entire time sleeping. As a matter of fact..." Ino paused in the living room, glancing around with her lower lip pursed. "Maybe she's in her room," she hummed, making her way down the hall towards Sakura's room.

"What are you doing?" Sai drawled. "She's probably asleep just like you said."

"I just want to make sure she's okay," Ino replied lowly, wrapping her free hand around the doorknob to Sakura's room and turning it as quietly as she could. The hinges squeaked slightly, causing Ino to flinch and pause; eyes squinting to peer into the room. From her angle, she could see a lump on the bed and a small pink head tucked into the blanket.

"Sakura?" Ino whispered, opening the door wider. "Hey, Sakura, I'm just checking to see how you're fe-"

She froze.

Beside Sakura was another lump in the bed; long arms wrapped tightly around Sakura's body, a mess of silver hair standing out stark against Sakura's maroon blanket. Ino stood there completely frozen, gazing at the two steady breathing forms. The room smelled of sex and sweat and Sakura's shampoo. Aside from shock, Ino was unsure what she should be feeling. A part of her wanted to feel angry.

What the fuck was he doing...in her bed? Ino knew that he had come over to help Sakura out while she wasn't feeling well—Ino also knew that he had a thing for Sakura, but...

Sleeping with her?

Was he really being sweet to Sakura...just to sleep with her?

"What's going on?" Sai cut, making Ino jump.

"Nothing," Ino whispered back just as quick, taking a small step forward.

"Why are you being so quiet? Is she okay? Do I need to head over there?"

"Sai, shut the fuck up," Ino snapped. "I'll call you back."

"Just wa-"

She ended the call, quickly pocketing the device and inching closer. They were both definitely naked under that blanket and Ino's rage was starting to fester. All she could think about was how someone else used Sakura yet again. He got close to her and took advantage of the fact that she was sick. Ino never pegged Kakashi as a fuckboy, but she sure as shit did now. There's no way Sakura would have slept with him—at least, not without telling Ino or Naruto, let alone being sick. She hasn't even let on if she likes the guy, for Christ's sake, even if they were flirting. She probably didn't know what to do or feel. She probably caved because he convinced her to.

And now he's going to back out of her life. He gained her trust just enough to fuck her, and he's going to distance himself and hurt her—like every other fuckboy.

How fucking dare he.

Ino's fist balled and she felt her entire face get hot. Blonde brows crumpled as she backed away slowly, closing the door as softly as she could. She made her way back to the living room and out of the apartment; pulling out her phone and dialing from her favorites. It rang twice before the boisterous voice echoed on her end.

"Inooooo! What's up?! How's it going at Sai's?! Have you talked to Sakura? I texted her but she hasn't-"

Ino decapitated the man's words, commenting harshly, "We've got a fucking problem, Naruto."


There was a slam that shot Kakashi up from his rest.

He glanced around, watching as Sakura curled up even tighter and nuzzled herself deeper into the blankets. He moved to his feet, quietly padding out of the room to check out the apartment; even opening the front door to peer out before shutting it and locking it. He assumed it had to be a neighbor shutting their door loudly, as apartments go. He walked back into Sakura's room, shutting the door and picking up his phone to glance at the time that read 7:08PM.

Damn.

He supposed sex that good calls for a mega nap.
And the sex was good. Great. Magnificent.

Being in his early 30's, a woman here and there was not unknown to Kakashi. He's been with freaks, he's been vanilla, and everything in between. Still, nothing could have prepared him for the absolute magnetism that was Sakura. It was deeper than just sex. There was a connection the silver-haired man had never felt before—not a single day in his life.

Not even with Rin, and he really thought he had felt it—and would only feel it—then.

"What are you doing?" Sakura piqued, head picking up and eyes blinking sleepily.

"I thought I heard something," Kakashi answered, moving forward to kneel a knee on the bed. "I went to check and it must have been the neighbors."

Sakura frowned, "We have complained about them for months now and they're still here."

Kakashi leaned forward, grinning, "Well, I'm sure they're going to do the complaining."

Pink brows twitched, "What are you talking about?"

"I mean I did say you'd do plenty of moaning," he winked, grabbing her foot and wiggling it. "Did I not?"

Sakura scowled playfully, jerking her foot out of his hold, "If I remember correctly, you were moaning a lot, too."

"And that's exactly why the neighbors will be doing the complaining," he teased, moving his hand under the thick blanket to find her foot and tug slightly. "Don't be surprised if all of the complex complains."

"Don't get arrogant," Sakura giggled, moving to sit up more. "I could have been faking it for all you know."

Kakashi was now knelt with both knees on the bed, sat up and laughing with a quirked brow, "I highly doubt you were faking anything, baby."

Sakura crossed her arms, "How would you know?"

Kakashi leaned down slowly, planting a delicate kiss on Sakura's ankle. Eyes flicked up to meet hers, "A man knows."

"Is that what you call yourself?" She teased, albeit breathily.

A chuckle, "You tell me, sweetheart." A kiss several inches above her ankle. "Am I the same man that made you come on multiple parts of my body?"

Sakura's cheeks went flush, eyes widening subtly, "I don't recall."

"No?" He hummed, gently pulling the blanket back; slowly revealing Sakura's naked form. He kissed her knee, "Am I not the same man whose cock your sweet little pussy choked?"

A hitch of breath.

He kissed the other knee, "Am I not speaking with the tongue that tasted every inch of you in a manner of hours?"

She swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to Kakashi's growing desire. Sakura licked her lips, glancing back up to reply softly, "I can't seem to remember."

"Ah," he gave a knowing nod, gently running his hands up and down her legs. He remained where he was, not moving forward until he knew Sakura felt safe with his own advances. He kissed her knee again, flicked his tongue over the skin; murmuring, "Need I remind you?"

In response, Sakura let her right leg fall to the side of the bed; revealing a part of her he had only just gotten to know. Kakashi glanced down at the tight pink curls, carefully parting her other leg and settling himself in between them. Mismatched eyes locked with burning green orbs, refusing to look away as he lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue through her slit; humming in response when Sakura let out a heady moan. He repeated the action, up and down; dragging the piercing through the folds and over the nub of her clit, sending her hips arching sharply and another cry to pierce the room. His tongue began to flick over her clit, the ball of his piercing and the tip of his tongue; sending Sakura's body tremoring and her hitched moans flooding the canals of his ears. She was raising her hips, digging her heels into the bed; fingers threaded in silver locks, rolling against him wantonly and recklessly.

He loved it.

He loved the way she tasted; rosy, earthy, and watery.
He loved the way she smelled; musky like bergamot and sweet like candy.
He loved the way she felt; wet, hot, tight on him, in his hands, around him.
He loved the way she sounded; her moans a staccato tempo he chose to rock his hips to.
He loved the way she looked; cheeks flushed, eyes dark, hair splayed like a halo.

An angel come to wreck his realm in the best way possible.

A goddess he would pay his respects to day in and day out.

"Fuck, christ," Sakura shouted when he increased the speed at the same pressure he knew was driving her wild. She gripped his hair with harsh jerks, her body writhing wildly beneath him; big hands holding her hips firmly, unrelenting in his ministrations when she began to tremor all around, starting at the clutch of her toes. Sakura's hips drove down at rapid pulses, Kakashi's tongue flicking up on her clit; her cries punctuated with each pulse she gave. The muscles of her legs and arms began to tighten, back arching, keening loudly.

She was about to come, he was well aware of her cues by now.

"Am I that same man?" Kakashi murmured darkly from in between her legs, pulling away briefly.

"Yes!" Sakura cried, tugging his head back down to her gyrating hips. "Yes, oh god—don't stop, please!"

"Nuh, uh," Kakashi sang, pulling his head back and grinning. "I want to hear you say it."

"You're the same man," she wailed quickly, brows tugged in tight, breasts bouncing.

"You're such a good girl," he commended, lowering his head to suck on her clit.

Sakura cried out, body now twitching and jerking as she came to the edge; and with a final flick of his tongue, fell over. Her body curled tight, head tossed back and fights closing even tighter around his hair. She wailed, shuddering and moaning and crying out. Her breathing came in harsh pants that slowed with each passing moment when Sakura began to come down; sweating and he was sure he could hear her heart beat.

Kakashi sat up, wiping his mouth and remarking, "Do you remember now?"

Sakura managed a smile, arm on her forehead, breathing, "Yes- it's coming back to me."

"Good, because I never forgot," he replied, pulling her hips towards his. "I don't know what it is, Sakura. Sex with you is entirely different. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. I feel..." His brow furrowed, struggling for the words to find.

Sakura sat up slightly, placing her hand on his cheek and kissing him deeply, "It's like our souls connected."

He smirked, kissing her back and humming, "Yeah...something like that."


Seiichi had no idea where he was.

Mainly, because he's been in and out of consciousness. He knew he had been shot and beat to shit—the pain was evident. He knew the Akatsuki got ahold of him. He knew chances were he was going to take a bullet to the back of his head.

At least, that's what he thought.

That's what he thought until he heard a voice; a smooth, low murmur in his brief moment of awareness.

"I'll get you out of here and tell you everything."

He quickly lost consciousness before he could think up the words to say.


Kira, here. Just letting y'all know I love y'all very dearly. Thank you for the reviews and feedback, especially with the small break I took. Things are getting ready to boil, kids- I hope you're ready. Remember, reviews are a new rhinestone I can add to my toe rings. Happy reading, kittens.