Chapter Thirty Five:

It wasn't even a week before Kakashi sorted her out with her request for a formal date. He'd dropped a scrawled note on her kettle for when she returned back from a hospital shift telling her to dress up, do her hair and come to his door for 8pm.

So, stood in a cream qipao dress, she smoothed down the material, admiring the luxury of the silk, the flattering nip it made of her waist, the accent to her hair with the pink and red flowers printed on it. Her fingers twisted her hair into a plait and she checked it hadn't been ruined in the journey over.

She thought about knocking, but she'd entered so many times without bothering she settled on the compromise of opening his door whilst knocking to announce her presence.

She was greeted by a memory, a memory that flashed through her as she stopped her gaze on the arm chair in its usual place. The arm chair that had starred in her fantasy. Kakashi's favourite chair. It had starred front and centre of their passionate coupling and now it stood before her as if it was nothing but innocent.

"Hm. I can't quite look at it the same way anymore either." he commented, greeting her. His voice came closer but she was still trying to shake herself back to the present. "You look amazing." His hands settled on her immediately, following the flow of the material over her hip. Delicately, his fingers re-aligned her plait over her shoulder, pressing his masked lips as a kiss to her exposed neck on the opposite side. "I'd invite you to sit down, but I'm starting to get jealous of the eye fucking you're giving my favourite chair."

"It's just a chair." she laughed it off, relaxing into him.

"Perhaps." he allowed. "But in my mind, it is so much more."

"I knew I'd regret letting you see that at some point." She released her gaze from the chair finally. "And this doesn't make me a sure thing you know. I want wine-ing and dining."

"I never thought otherwise." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and released her.

She took in the relaxed jonin uniform.

"Do you need more time to get ready?" she asked, heeling clicking on his floors as she followed him into the kitchen.

"No."

"Why do I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop." she pondered, poised against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Dare I ask where you are taking me?"

"If I recall correctly, my criteria was," he rose his fingers as he ticked each item off. "To let you dress up."

"Check." she confirmed, giving in to the urge to pose for him, turning her hips to showcase the figure hugging design.

"And you look ravishing." She smiled at him, warm under the compliment. "To give you time to make your hair fancy." Another finger ticked.

"Check." She stroked down the plait.

"And to feed you." She nodded at him. "Possibly some mention of dancing."

"Quick study." she praised. "So where are we going? Have I been there before?"

"Many times before. You said you liked the food." he replied, setting about boiling the kettle.

She swapped the weight on her heels and put a fingers to her painted lips as she thought.

"The dancing?"

"Same place. Lots of space to move. Varied music. The owner will take any request I give him. I'm in his good graces."

"You're in someone's good graces?" she mocked. "Well it can't be anywhere in this village." she laughed. "Although, if you're not getting changed then it can't be anywhere out of the village based on the lack of weapons." She tilted her head as she analysed the situation. "There's not a lot of places where you can eat and dance." And her brain caught up with the chopping board and various bowls and pans on the drying rack. Her nose confirmed the delicious smell tickling her senses was food. And Kakashi's lack of dress.

Her immediate reaction was to be annoyed. But then she released it was actually pretty thoughtful of Kakashi, he had fulfilled all of her criteria, she did love his cooking and, she didn't have to wear her heels all night.

So she lifted her ankle behind her, her fingers working the buckle as she freed one foot, then the other and stepped out of the heels entirely. Barefoot on his floor, just as she liked.

She picked up the offending footwear and led herself out of the kitchen to place them with his boots beside the door, where they belonged and had been so many times before.

"You need help with the cooking?" she asked, raised to be a good guest. Her hands already re-tying the plait so it would become a bun and keep it away from her face.

"No. But you can find some music you like."

Sakura made herself at home immediately, turning the radio on and to the first familiar song.

It had a strong base, a heavy beat and a sultry swing of guitar.

And, it happened to be the song that was playing when she completed her first ANBU assassination mission alongside Kakashi.

"Remember this?" she asked, tilting her chin to the kitchen.

"Hm?"

"The song?" she added, her hips swaying to the beat.

"Ah, our third trip to Land of tea."

"Second." Sakura corrected firmly.

"Third." The click of moving kitchenware told her he was busy. But she had a point to correct and that took precedence.

"Second." Sakura insisted. "We had the first trip which was immediately after the earthquake."

"And the second whilst we pursued the documents of unknown medical origin."

"That wasn't in Tea." Sakura argued.

"And third." He emerged around the doorway with two mugs of cocoa. The good kind that she loved. "You dressed in a skintight suit and let your target take 10 minutes peeling it off of you." Sakura blushed. It was a seduction assassination. The man was a prolific pervert who frequented the whore houses more often than the restaurants in towns he passed. They found him in Land of Tea, on the eastern shores, indulging in women and wine. Spending the money he had taken from the villages he plundered.

The mugs tapped as they set on the table. "And I listened whilst you giggled your way through it, pretending you were anywhere else." They took a lot fewer seduction missions as time went on. Kakashi stopped choosing them from the board. "Whilst he pawed at you." The back of his fingers skimmed ever so lightly down her arm, tingling her senses. "Leered at you." She turned to find him rolling his eye down her curves. "Tasted you." He stepped back, away from her, his eye the only contact that lingered. "I remember the song." he confirmed, turning back to the kitchen.

"I-"

"But," he began again, back in the kitchen. "I also remember the sound he made as you medically severed his jugular, so, feel free to carry on dancing." His voice had started so deadly, but finished with a definitive smile.

"Second ones doesn't count, we didn't stay in Tea." Sakura could only retort to the kitchen doorway.

No answer came so she chalked up another win under her name and turned to the inviting smell of chocolate. She cradled the mug in her hands, swaying softly as she took sip after sip.

She remembered this section of music, as the beat swelled, the tempo slowed and she was sat astride the target, letting him trace her nipple with his tongue, attention fully focussed on her.

So much so that when she landed the killing blow he had no idea it was coming. His jaw reacted naturally, snapping shut and she narrowly missed losing a nipple to his teeth. His system flooding with blood in all the wrong places, sending his body into emergency measures as his brain, starved of oxygen, tried to cling desperately to life.

It didn't take long and not a single drop of blood left his body.

So she re-dressed systematically and met her partner by the window as the song came to a close.

A crash of crockery drew her attention and she headed straight for the kitchen.

"Butterfingers." Came the single word as Kakashi was knelt down, collecting the broken plate.

"Ninja reflexes and you still manage to drop a pl-" And she noticed the hitai-ate lodged in his hair. "Were you perving on m-" But the chastisement of him for using the sharingan to watch her dance through the wall fell short as his fingers missed their purchase on a shard of plate. "Is it happening now?" Had his blindness struck once more?

She dropped to her knees, not caring there was broken material on the floor and lifting his head to her.

"It's no-"

"Oh Kami." Sakura froze as she saw his face. His eyes.

"Bleeding?" He rose a hand to touch his face. But he felt no dampness of blood. "Is it… ugly?"

"Oh Kami." And he found himself knocked backwards onto his butt as he was assaulted by a pinkette hug.

"It's not quite that bad." he lied. "It goes away after a few moment." He hated losing any advantage in battle. Losing his sharingan vision was the worst. It was happening with increasing frequency as well.

His enhanced hearing heard the change of her breath, the familiar rakes of sobs that were to come. He moved his hand up and down her back, soothing the dame in his arms.

"Don't you understand what this means?" she spoke into his shoulder. But the words were not with sorrow. They were… happy?

"I'll go blind?" he guessed.

Hands shoved on his chest and she sat up.

"You are the luckiest, stupidest man I have ever met." The backhanded compliment went over his head entirely. So he settled for replaying the words slowly in his mind. No, still no sense. "You're not blind, you idiot." A hand hit his shoulder. "You're healing!" And the joy in her voice felt like he needed to have a child's explanation here. He wasn't feeling it. "Look." She rose a hand to cover his grey eye entirely. "You can still see?"

"You're a very blurry mess of pink and cream." he answered honestly.

"And your sharingan has deactivated." she explained slowly.

He still didn't look like he understood so she continued. "Your transplanted eye, forever stuck in sharingan, is being accepted into your body and is turning itself off after heavy use. You're not blind, you're just-"

"What colour is it?" But the question was harsh and bitten out.

"Black." And she watched his face fall and it struck her. The eye wasn't his by nature. It was Obito's, and the pain he suffered was the price he paid for having his friend's eye. If the eye was accepted, then his tie to his friend's sacrifice was fading.

She echoed his fallen mood and looped an arm back around him. "Sorry."

"Hn." Was the response she got from the stone of a man on the floor of his kitchen.

"You know one day we'll get a better date where we don't depress each other." Sakura settled herself in for comforting her old sensei and his ghosts for the rest of the night. "What were you cooking?"

"Dumplings." he answered robotically, emotions faded into the distance.

"Okay." She pressed a kiss to his head and stood, reaching for the apron hooked on the fridge. She worked around him to clean up the broken plate and made a point of keeping close by him, her thigh pressing against his shoulder as she retrieved a clean plate from his cupboards. Her arm brushing his knee as she retrieved the dumplings from their place keeping warm in the oven and plated up the meal with the vegetables that were finishing cooking in the pan. Before she could approach the problem of getting Kakashi to the table, fingers reached on her thigh to gain her attention. Then they extended out for the plate, the sharingan back and staring at her.

She smiled, passing one plate down to him on the floor before joining him hip to hip with her own.

They ate in companionable silence, as they used to on missions when something had gone wrong. They regrouped their thoughts as they consumed their food. Sakura, ever the strategist, had a solution that her inner medic refused to accept. Sadly, her comradery ruled higher.

"I can sever them." she offered in the quiet. "Cut the new ties that have been formed. You'd go back to how you were."

"No." he simply answered after a moment or two to think. He followed by taking another dumpling to his mouth.

"You did a wonderful job with the cooking. As usual." She filled the silence. "I'm starting to think you've been sneaking cooking lessons." She hooked her hair back behind her ears, the hasty bun threatening to fall entirely. "Kurenai maybe." she guessed. "It's worth it. It was delicious, thank you." With nothing more to offer she stood and took her empty plate to the bowl, starting the tap. It took a few seconds but Kakashi stood from the floor, lifted his plate to the kitchen side and crowded her against the work surface.

"Leave the dishes."

"Hm." She twisted to see him, the red sharingan spinning again. "No." she cheekily replied, her hands under the water with the first plate.

"Not in the mood to argue, Sakura." he warned darkly.

"Hm, I sensed that." Yet she continued to soap up the plate in the bowl.

"Weren't you told to respect your elders?" His voice was short, damaged.

"Didn't you say you'd dreamed about me as your maid?" she fought back. She had seen Kakashi's dark side before, when he was injured, when pride had taken a hit.

"Sakura." A warning other women would have taken as a hint to leave. Sakura just slid the plate onto the drying rack and turned in his arms, soap bubbled up to her wrists.

"I can respect my elders on my knees if you need, but you should at least be courteous to give me a cushion." she challenged. Kakashi's mood was prey to manipulation by redirection. And Kakashi always had a part of his brain wired into sex.

"You should leave."

"-My clothes in the kitchen and go somewhere else, perhaps." she finished for him, then turned back to the sink, her back to him. "But I'll finish washing the plates first." Taunting, dangling herself on the edge of the knife for him.

It was no surprise his hands found her, pulling her from the sink, her back pressed to the fridge, he crowded her again, face to face. Well, face to collarbone. She tilted her chin up, eyes to meet his without an ounce of regret.

"Do you ever do what you're told?" he growled.

"No." she smarted back to him. The bubbles on her hands melted into his top as her hands settled on the small of his back. "What do you want me to do, Sensei?" Her choice of words were selected to penetrate past his vulnerable emotions.

"Go home."

"Okay." But she stayed exactly as she was.

"Now."

"Sure." she agreed again. "Or," she began. "You can accept that I know what you are feeling and there's no way I am leaving you here alone to wallow in self pity, regretting the past and fearing the future."

"I'm fine." he curtly answered.

"So tell me what you want me to do… Sensei." she repeated slowly, drilling the words into him.

No words came, but she watched the anger cross his features, the guilt, the fear, the uncertainty.

"You shouldn't be with me." He finally settled on, his fingers finding her face, her hair, the messy bun.

"Possibly. But we could die on the next mission. I see no reason why we should deny what we both want." She felt the tug as his fingers altered something in her hair. It was clarified as she felt the weight tumble free.

"And this is what you want?" he challenged, fingers following the braid to remove the binding sealing it. "A grumpy old teacher with a perverted lust for his student."

"If I didn't, would I still be here?" The once neat braid was being systematically undone and his fingers fanned the hair out.

"This can only end badly." he warned, her hair floating through his fingertips softly.

"Don't all relationships?" she retorted. No further warning came to her, so she stepped into his space, her foot moved between his, her body closer until it touched his. "May as well take some good things from this before it all goes to shit, right?" Her question spun in his mind, crossing every honourable intention and all lustful thought. But she stole his decision from him as she rose to her tiptoes, her fingers bunched the mask under his chin, giving him the time to retreat. And slowly, ever so slowly, she pressed her lips to his.

The gentle press of lips lasted for a second before his response was decided. His anger, his confusion, his regret, his guilt, they all channelled into action.

To feel, to have, to experience.

So he took control of her, hands on her shoulders as he backed her against the fridge and soared against her. Lips demanding and seeking, desperate for the thunder they had felt before.

His body pressed hard and firm as his hands controlled the tilt of her head, the angle of the kiss, the threading in her soft hair.

He was assaulted with the smell of her shampoo, her perfume, her pure hormonal explosion of want. It was a potent drug that ran from his nose, all the way to his cock.

Damn he was a perverted old man for getting hard so easily, but she just had a way of hardwiring herself into him.

She responded eagerly, consuming his kiss and answering with a feverish passion, desperation and hunger in her movements as she parted her lips to meet his tongue.

Her dishwater-damp hands slipped between their bodies and she rocked her weight forward with them to guide him out of the kitchen.

The bedroom possibly her intended destination.

But Kakashi had plans for his favourite chair if this was going to happen.

He nudged her into the doorframe of the kitchen as they began to move, hitching her hips on his and lifting her neatly to wrap her legs around his waist.

The kiss changed again, giving her the angle of power and she took it.

Much like she had on the seduction mission, she framed her partner's face with her hands, mouth moving against his, breath panting on his face as she broke away, a giggle slipping free as she fought for dominance. Only there was no stiffness in her like there was on the seduction missions.

She was free, pliable to his skilled hand and she rolled with him like waves on the beach, answering every call of his body.

He still had the sharingan active, committing the way she held herself tight to him to the best parts of his memory. The heavy breathing that expanded her chest to drag her cleavage in and out of view with each exhale. The way she mewled as he kissed down her neck, drinking in the hormonal bomb that was her spiked lust.

"Bedroom." she whispered against him, her fingers knotting in his hair as she rolled her chest against him, drawing his kisses deeper onto her body.

"Chair." he breathed against her collarbone, chasing it up with open mouthed kisses.

"Perv." she laughed lightly, the chastisement without any bite.

Kakashi walked her to the living room, towards his favourite chair when he felt the tug on his hair "Bedroom." she instructed.

He wasn't in the mood for debate, he was in control and she was going to accept that. Even if he had to showcase that.

Sakura squealed in surprise as she found her back against the length of his sofa, his broad shoulders pinning him atop her, his free hand on her hip, his lips back to hers.

She met his passion with a duel of tongues until both froze, an enthusiastic knock at the door interrupting them.

Kisses continued down her neck as she remained still.

Not interrupting 'them' it seemed, just her.

"Kakashi." she spoke almost silent.

"Rival!" The call came through the door and a groan murmured against her throat. "I was in the neighbourhood and I realised you haven't replied to my latest invitation to spar."

"You said you'd stop ignoring those." Sakura hissed quietly to her partner. The partner that was unbuttoning the top of her dress to reveal more of her skin.

"Hm." Kisses chased his fingers.

"Tell him you'll meet him tomorrow." Sakura encouraged. "Or he'll be here all night."

Kakashi lifted himself back from her enough to meet her eyes, to feel the truth in her words. But Kakashi didn't make a duel date with his rival. Kakashi avoided them at all points.

So he cast his sharingan to the door as he wove signals with his hands.

A clone popped into existence.

Sakura rolled her eyes at his antics but she drew her hands up his front, slowly winding back around his neck and pulling him back for a hot kiss.

But the clone didn't greet the rival for a spar like she expected.

"Rival! Your neighbours said you were home, you were cooking again." Gai shouted through the door. "Have you had another stroke of genius in the culinary field?" The doorknob rattled as Gai tried the lock.

Sakura broke the kiss, preparing to defend herself to the green spandex clad nin about to see her in the arms of her ex-sensei. But the lock held in the clone's fingertips as it stood cockily against the front door, attention entirely focussed on the scene on the couch.

"Seriously?" she asked in hushed judgement.

"No worries! I shall come in through the window." A groan reverberated through her collarbone as it was once again peppered with his kisses.

Sakura watched with humour as the Kakashi clone flickered to the balcony doors, sealing the curtains and lock. It was lost from sight and she presumed it went to lock every nin entrance to the apartment. And then it was back, sat in Kakashi's favourite chair, making hungry eyes at her.

"Rival, there seems to be a problem with your doors." Came the voice through the walls. "Unless, this is another of your challenges, designed to test the mind like an exercise for the body. Indeed you are wise beyond your years. A true rival to match my passion for life!" Gai proclaimed his devotion to training with a firm stance. "Fear not, I shall best your test and find entrance to your abode and claim the prize of your home cooking as a fine reward."

"Kakashi." Sakura moaned underneath him, and not the kind of moaning he liked. She drew breath, enough to call out to the nin on the balcony to tell him Kakashi was occupied, but a hand came over her lips, a finger positioned to his own to instruct her into silence. She pulled a face but complied.

She watched as he sat back on his heels, a complex pattern of symbols she did not recognise passed through his hands. Sakura expected to blink and be somewhere else. So when he finished and smirked to himself, she was confused as to what had happened.

Until Gai's need to vocally express himself clarified things.

"Ah, Rival, I appear to have triggered a trap and am blind… and possibly deaf… and, I don't believe I have any of my senses." A beat passed where the symbols clicked in her memory. "Ah, this too is part of your training, I shall defeat this challenge with ease."

"If he falls off your balcony, he won't even know. Have some compassion." she urged.

"Hm."

"He'll be in rehab for weeks."

"Hm."

"He'll-" His lips stole her chastisement

"Take your dress off, and I'll send him home." he bargained. Sakura's lips curved into a smile against his. Accepting his deal, she found Kakashi guide her upright, escort her to her feet, to stand between his legs against the sofa.

"Slowly." His clone added, in his favourite chair opposite the real one. Sakura threw a glance over her shoulder at him.

"I didn't realise you needed a clone to handle me. You getting old?" she taunted, popping the rest of the buttons that supported the high neck of the dress, letting it reveal her décolletage.

"Hm."

The material of the clone's clothes rustled and she passed another look his way to find him leaning forward, eyes roaming on the curve of her ass in the tight dress.

The exhibitionist streak from her latest fantasy seemed to spark alight and she felt herself turning to give him a better angle, to put on a show as she slid the zipper under her arm all the way down to her hip.

The grunt of praise urged her along. She let the top half of the dress fall to her waist, the cream bra pushing up her assets. She bent at her waist to shimmy the material to the floor, letting his clone drink in the matching cream lace of her knickers before she stepped out of the dress and straightened up.

But she avoided the grabby hands that wanted her and she pointedly stepped towards the clone.

"I think you had a thing about seeing my fantasy brought to life." she introduced her next move as she squared up to his clone, lifting one knee to rest astride his thigh.

"And they call me perverted." The real Kakashi praised, his sharingan spinning as he devoured the picture before him.

"Any other woman would run a mile if you summoned a clone to watch you make out with her." Sakura commented, her hands on his clone's shoulders as she readjusted her balance and lifted her second leg, settling in to straddle the clone of her sensei.

"Not you." The clone complimented. "You're more like me than you think."

"Yeah?" She lowered herself to seat on his lap, feeling the hard arousal against her core. "I disagree. I'm a valued member of this village. Respected by the hokage."

"She says with her breasts pushed into a clone's face." Kakashi offered to support his cause.

"Responsible for teaching the future generation, medically supporting the entire village."

"Grinding her hips on her sensei's dick to fulfil a fantasy she shared with him in a public restaurant." he reminded her.

His clone just moaned, head tipped back, hands digging into the arms of the chair. Strict instructions not to touch her perhaps?

"Rival! I appear to be in quite the predicament. If you would be willing to share the secrets of your tactics!"

"You need to deal with him, or I'll be spending the rest of the night with your clone." Sakura threatened over her shoulder.

A grunt, a mumble and a door slam all happened in quick succession. Sakura turned to smile at the clone, but with the symbols that occurred from the nin on the balcony, he dismissed all chakra use at the same time, and Sakura was left with a cloud of smoke instead of a clone of her partner, sitting backwards in an empty chair.

She stood, lifting the dress to smooth out the material and throw it over the back of the chair so it wouldn't be too badly crumpled later. And she took herself from the living room along his corridor to his bedroom.

Fresh sheets, bedding turned down, light low, a candle lit on the dresser.

Either Kakashi's clone had been very speedy in his actions whilst out of sight, or Kakashi had foreseen an end to their date being there.

She didn't mind.

But she did check her hair in his mirror and she did adjust the way her bra sat to maximise the appeal of what cleavage she did have.

It wasn't a lot… she wasn't as gifted as Ino.

Sure Kakashi had seen it all before, but she suddenly felt a wave of self-consciousness crush her. What if he didn't like how she looked? What if the muscle from training wasn't feminine enough for him? What if she wasn't what he liked? Unjustified nerves hit her hard.

She turned as the door opened again. She stood in her underwear to see Kakashi looking her up and down, her heels hooked on his fingers, a hungry gaze in his eyes.

"I was going to tell you to put these on for me… but I like this better."

"Gai?"

"Not here." He set the heels on the top of his dresser and slowly crossed, scooping her body into his arms and lining them up chest to chest like it was a luxury. "So many of my daydreams started this way." he confessed. He bent his head, reverent like a prayer and she felt the line of his nose, maskless, draw from the centre of her bra over the shape of her left breasts and up to her neck.

"And?" she asked. "You already know my fantasy, it's only fair if you tell me what happens next."

"Hm." he paused, nose deep in her scent, breathing the drug of her appeal, arms banding her tight. "This goes." His hands rose on her back to nudge against the rear of her bra.

Self doubt was gone, how could anybody wonder if they were seen as unattractive when they had the kind of attention Kakashi was lavishing her with. So Sakura bowed her back and angled her hands behind her to snap the clasp of her bra, letting gravity pull it between their bodies and down her arms.

"Hmmm." The noise reverberated appreciatively in her chest. "And you sat on my dresser and invited your sensei to suck your nipples."

Sakura's eyes went to the dresser, but Kakashi turned her away from the idea that bloomed. "But, the particular daydream came straight after a book about a woman that turned into a cat, so… it took an odd tangent from that point on."

"Pervert." She shoved his shoulder playfully.

"She was quite a feisty character too." he pondered thoughtfully, head still rested against her naked chest.

"So if I ask Sensei to suck my nipples," she began.

"He'd be delighted." The words were muttered darkly and he slid his hands to her front, lifting each breast reverently in the cup of his hands. Her left taking the attentions of a warm mouth with an active tongue, her right stroked by his fingers.

She couldn't help herself from winding her fingers in his hair, sealing to his scalp to keep his mouth exactly where it was, tantalising her with pleasure.

Not to be remiss, he switched breasts. Her balance was overpowered by his enthusiasm and she ended up backed to the foot of the bed, guided to the duvet bundled up as a soft landing and then spread out like a feast on his mattress.

He crowded over her, caging her in his protection and admiration. All the while keeping his mouth working hard on her sensitive nipples.

It was fair to say that the man making her feel hot and horny was no longer her best friend and mission partner. Not when she knew what he could do to her.

There was no going back, and damn it, she didn't ever want to.

Kakashi broke off her nipples to pull his shirt over his head and throw it to a corner of the bedroom, then he was back, drawing the buds into his mouth like he would die without them.

"Naked." Sakura demanded in a whisper against him, her feet hooked over his hip and trying to push down his jonin pants.

"Hn." he groaned against her nipple, sending a bolt of lust from breast to groin from the vibrations and the nakedness became more of an immediate requirement.

Sakura employed her chakra strength to push him off her, her thumbs hooked into her panties. Her nod of her head demanded he strip as well. But Kakashi was a pervert through and through and his focus was to watch deliriously absorbed in her as she lifted her hips and stripped the underwear off and down her legs. He drew a thumb over his lips, tidying up the saliva of sucking on her chest. He wanted to taste her core now.

His eyes dropped to the apex of her thighs, fingers already reaching out to grab the nearest thigh and secure himself his next location.

"Naked." she replied, her foot pressed against his bare chest to halt his advance. The movement opened up her core and Kakashi could smell her heat, see her wetness in her pink curls, feel her heartbeat bounce around the room. "Now." Her second foot joined her first, closing his view and forcing her argument.

Kakashi's hands turned under the paired legs and with a twist he rolled her onto her front, his body stretching out on top of her.

There was a reason he was renowned for his speed in battle. She hadn't seen it coming and it took the breath out of her. But as his hand smoothed over the curve of her naked arse, she didn't feel any fear. But, she did have the rush flood her that was so similar to the thrill of battle. And it didn't turn her off.

And from the erection pressed against her arse, it didn't hurt Kakashi either.

So she bucked her hips, shifting his weight and rolling over with him in mock battle, securing a position back on top, her hands finding the band of his uniform pants and shuffling them down.

The fight turned dirty quickly, mouths on breasts, hands on hard erections, fingers sank into her heat until Sakura was panting with need and Kakashi was finally naked and underneath her.

She clutched to him, as she sat over his hips, her core lined just over his hardness and they both paused.

No going back now.

No longer just a flirtationship.

A message passed between their eye contact and she closed her eyes, accepting the change gleefully, letting sensation take over as she sank onto him.

His fingers squeezed her hips tight at the joining.

A grunt passed his lips, a growl as she fully seated. She opened her eyes to see him mapping her with his red sharingan. The one that was committing her to memory like a video for him to play over and over.

And she leaned back to showcase her breasts, fluttered her internal muscles of her vagina and felt a rush of victory as he lost concentration from it, the lazy sharingan taking a long blink to readjust.

"I can summon a clone if you like being watched." he offered with a filthy edge to his voice, a dirty perv happy to find a compatible partner.

"I can fuck myself if you're not up for it." she batted back at him, taking pleasure in the narrowing of his eyes and the trust of the hips underneath her.

Challenge undertaken, both partners moved with each other like they so often had done on the battlefield. They understood what each facial feature meant, what motions worked and what didn't.

So when Sakura found herself worn out and exhausted before her old sensei, she put it down to her lack of recent missions.

He was giving her lust filled eye contact, sweat slick on his brow and back and she was considering if a third orgasm would potentially be the death of her when he found her clit with his fingers yet again.

He came after pushing her over into a third and final orgasm but kept her locked to him, arms binding her in his bed. Well half off with an elbow on the bedside table. And he pressed kisses to her chest and neck as she came down.

Things had changed.