"YOU DIDN'T GET HIS NUMBER?!"

Sakura winced, cradling her forehead in her hands, "Shhh, just stop talking."

Ino snorted unceremoniously, hands slamming down on the glass table and rattling the drinks; ignorant to the side glances she received from the other patrons, "You have got to be kidding me, Sakura." She shook her head, hands falling down to slap her sides, "I mean, what the actual fuck, dude? You're telling me you meet this fine ass man who fucks like a god—he ate your ass for Christ's sake!"

Sakura glanced around nervously, "Ino, seriously—keep it down."

Ino crossed her arms, scowling, "No, fuck that- I'm going to embarrass you because you deserve to be embarrassed. Who just walks out on a guy like that? I mean, sure—maybe you don't wanna commit, but get a good few fucks out of him, at the very least. He looked invested enough at the club last night that I doubt it would be pulling teeth to get him to sleep with you again."

Sakura sighed, swirling her straw in her lemon water; sunglasses shielding her from the sun's brutal rays, "It was a one-time thing, Ino."

Ino leaned forward, eyebrows raised, "Does he know it was a one-time thing?"

Sakura jut out her lower lip, plucking a shoulder, "I mean, that's what it was, right? Meet someone, fuck, move on—right?"

"Yeah, okay—if they're a decent lay, maybe. But it's rare you come across a guy like that—who has the big three."

"The big three?" Sakura deadpanned.

Ino nodded, sipping her drink really quick; three fingers held out as she ticked off, "Good looks, a big dick, and knows how to use it." She shook her head again, scowling at Sakura, "You either get the not-so-good looking dude with a horse's cock, the hot guy who can't hump to save his life, or a baby dick. You got all three, Sakura." Ino leaned in, eyes wide with three fingers held up in Sakura's face, "All three, Sakura. And like some fucking ingrate you just leave him hanging."

Sakura slapped Ino's hand away, "Stop it."

Ino huffed, leaning back into her chair and crossing her arms, "Plus, he looked like he was actually into you. I mean, fuck—you two must have got along to talk as long as you did. I watched you talk for over an hour with the guy before you two made any moves. You were laughing, Sakura. And smiling—I haven't seen you laugh like that in a hot minute."

"So?" Sakura hummed. "It was probably the alcohol."

It was Ino's turn to deadpan, "Really? Sakura, why do you rob yourself of things that bring you happiness? What—are you afraid he's going to bail on you like Sasuke did?"

Sakura's brow ticked down hard, "No, Ino. It's just...I shouldn't have to rely on a guy to make me happy. I want to be happy on my own."

Ino scoffed, "I'm not saying rely on the guy—I'm saying spend time with a person that makes you happy. Who knows where it could go. Maybe you just hook up a couple times and then go about your merry way. Maybe it turns into something more—who the fuck knows? What I do know, is you taking off without leaving him so much as a note or number is pretty fucked up. Especially if he was that catering. From what you've told me, that man was practically worshipping you and you shit on him."

Sakura shook her head, gazing at the condensation on the outside of her glass, "It's not that easy, Ino. I can't just move on so easily."

Ino rolled her eyes, lashes fluttering, "Please. Cry me a fucking ri-ver, Sa-ku-ra. It's been months since you and Sasuke split. Months! It's high time you got out and met people. He was a perfect opportunity you passed up—and now, chances are, you've gone and fucked it all up." Ino's foot began to tap in annoyance, jaw set as she gazed off into the distance, "I bet he's probably figuring you don't want shit to do with him—and moving on."

5 weeks later

Not much was going on at the station today.

Albeit boring, it was a good thing.

No fires to fight meant no one's lives were in danger. Though, on the flip, no fires to fight meant Kakashi was stuck in his thoughts for an immeasurable amount of time. After a night of outstanding sex with one of the prettiest women he's ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on, Kakashi wondered if he overdid it. Granted, not all women were into the type of sex he was into—the dirty talk, the control he takes, how rough he could be. He's never hurt anyone, but he knew where to draw the line. With Rin, he constantly had to draw the line, in all semblance of the word she was pretty vanilla—not that it was a bad thing, as he clearly still loved her and could live out his fantasies through his beloved novels.

But Sakura...

He could have sworn she was different. The first being she read novels far dirtier than Jiraiya's works—meaning there was a streak in her that was right up his alley. The second was the way she reacted to him, her emerald orbs so full of trust, so ready to let go of the reins and let him take direction. She loved it, it was written all over her features; her body told him so.

At least, he had thought so.

Kakashi would be a liar if he said Sakura leaving without so much as a goodbye didn't hurt—because, in all actuality, it fucking stung. It made him feel that there must be something wrong with him if the women he's into seem to take off. Shit, she didn't even leave her number. What was he supposed to gather from that?

But, as the days passed and his emotions settled, he really thought about it.

Here was a woman out of a long-term relationship—and from what Naruto had said, the wound was pretty fresh. While it appeared Kakashi had all of Sakura's attention, it was clear she didn't want him anywhere near her broken heart—and how could he blame her? Taking off was a means to protect herself, to keep the cord disconnected so she doesn't hurt again.

He completely understood it.

And though his friends egged him to get her number from Naruto, Kakashi decided against it. It was clear she needed space and time—and Kakashi figured as much, should their paths cross again, he'd approach her and ask for it personally. Aside from that, he also felt the time apart was equally good for him—for multiple reasons. When Sakura left, all he could think about was how Rin simply left, and the gaping hole it left in his chest. It was like he'd put a shitty Band-Aid over it and Sakura ripped it off, revealing the still festering wound underneath. Days turned to weeks and Kakashi began to feel better, moment by moment. The sting lessened, if only a little, day to day. Even if he'd spent four years of his life with Rin, her name was becoming one he could easily forget—eventually. And even if this distance was a good thing, bad thing; sort of shitty but probably needed—it's not like he could shake Sakura.

Which could be a problem in itself.

Ever since that night, even with the hurt, he dreamt about Sakura. It was a record playing in his head over and over, replaying that night's events; reminding him of what happened, making him wonder if he fucked up and when. Her breathy moans would play, so fucking real, that he'd wake up sweating with a boner raging so hard he had no choice but to take care of it. In the afterglow, he wondered what it was about her that stuck—what set her apart? He had only met her for one night, and before Rin, he had met plenty of other women for just a night. She was a stranger to him, really—a woman he knew little of. Yet, when he thought back to the expression she gave him in the mirror, it clicked. Kakashi didn't know why it meant so much to him—but it did.

She trusted him.

As she peeled up her skirt to show him her sex, she trusted him.
As he was burying himself deep inside her, she trusted him.

She trusted him, a complete and total stranger to her.

Rin, in all their four years, never trusted him like that. Of course, there was mutual trust, even if she betrayed it, but as far as these matters went—she was never willing to let him take over like he wanted to. There was something about Sakura submitting to him so willingly that made his stomach clench hard and his thinking scramble. It wasn't so much about the sex, as much as it was about the trust. Sakura offered him more trust in a single night than Rin—or any woman, really—ever did. It was baffling.

She baffled him.

And he couldn't shake her.

There was a sharp whistle, bringing Kakashi back to the present. He glanced over his shoulder, letting his book fall flat on his chest. Coming up from behind was Genma wearing nothing but his boxers; drinking a beer and shaking his head.

"Are you seriously just reading?"

"Why do you look like an American patriot right now?" Kakashi rebutted, adjusting himself in the chair and turning his attention back to the book.

Genma approached Kakashi, flicking the cover of the book, "What kind of shit is this? It's not your usual orange-covered books."

"Sakura recommended it," Kakashi replied, eyes scanning the page.

Genma scoffed, plopping down next to him, "I don't understand why you just don't get her number from Naruto."

"It'd probably freak her out, considering she didn't leave her number—remember?"

From the kitchen came Asuma's heady guffaw, "Sounds like you're being a pussy, if you ask me."

Kakashi shrugged, "I'll take that as a compliment, good sir."

Asuma scoffed, turning with a plate in hand, "So, what? You're just going to wait for the off chance that you see her again? I hate to break it to you, guy, but Japan is fucking huge—let alone Tokyo. You're better off finding your dick in a haystack."

Kakashi cast Asuma a side glance, "Should be a pretty easy find, then."

Asuma and Genma rolled their eyes, Genma moving to his feet and tsking as he did, "You've missed your window of opportunity, dude. Did you ever stop to think maybe she forgot to leave her number?"

Kakashi sat up, snapping the book shut and rubbing the back of his head, "We've gone over this—it was clearly deliberate. I swear, if beating a dead horse had an image, it would be you fucks."

Genma held his hands out on either side, brows raise, "Alright- whatever you say. I'm just saying, chances are, she's off riding some other guy's dick by now. You're better off forgetting about her completely."

"Leave our lover boy alone," Guy rumbled, eyes glued on the game he was playing on his phone. "He's going through a hard time right now. First Rin, now this woman—when will the heartbreak end?"

Kakashi sighed, standing, "Listen- there's no heartbreak, okay? I can guarantee she figured that night was a one-time thing. I can also guarantee, Genma, that she's not just riding some other guy's dick."

"What makes you so sure?" Genma sang, sipping his beer as if it were fine wine. "I mean, she rode your dick—and she didn't even know you."

Kakashi scowled, "That's different."

Asuma scoffed, setting a pot on the big dining room table, "Sure, pal—you keep telling yourself that. You told yourself the same shit about Rin, and look what happened. You've got to come to terms with the fact that shitty women exist. You just happened to-"

"Look," Kakashi cut, shaking his head and chuckling, "you guys are dissecting this way too much. She literally had her heart broken, she slept with a man that wasn't the guy who broke her heart—it makes sense that she took off. I'm not going to belittle her or blame her for wanting space. If I were in her shoes, I'd probably feel the same way."

"Mr. Sensitive over here," Genma guffawed, walking towards the dining table and grabbing a plate.

Kakashi smiled, "I'm sorry, Genma—who got laid that night?" Kakashi snapped his fingers, "Oh, right—me, Mr. Sensitive. She slept with me because she trusted me. Don't ask me why—I'm still trying to figure that out. Alls I'm saying, is any woman would prefer a Mr. Sensitive over a Slimeball."

Genma waved dismissively, "Bah."

Kakashi nodded, chuckling, "Uh-huh, exactly what I thought. Now, if you boys would excuse me—there's not shit to do here and I am getting restless. I'm going to head to the gym."

"Whatever," Genma rebutted. "Have fun being ripped."

"Oi!" Asuma called, "if you happen to see Sakura—tell her the boys said hi!"

"Yeah, in the off chance that you see her," Genma added, both men laughing.

Kakashi sighed, giving the men a short salute before exiting the station; hopping into his car, gym bag already packed. It was well past the afternoon, about a quarter past four, when he arrived; making his way to the lockers to change before setting a foot on the floor. He went to work quickly; putting in a few miles on the treadmill before choosing to focus on legs and chest—pushing himself, allowing the burn to take over more treacherous thoughts.

It wasn't his place to get jealous if Sakura happened to move on and meet other men. He really knew nothing about her, for Christ's sake. Yet, he could feel it; that small, sickening twinge in his gut that was undoubtedly jealousy. She wasn't his—he had no claim on her; but the thought bothered him. It bothered him to think she could be trusting someone else that wasn't him—looking at someone else the way she looked at him that night.

Was he an asshole for feeling this way?

Rationally, he knew that he had absolutely no fucking right to be jealous—even in the slightest. That being said, he had always been possessive—he wanted the world to know what was his, a part of him. Still, it made no sense.

Sakura wasn't his.

Sakura, as far as Kakashi knew, was absolutely nowhere to be found.
Sakura, as far as Kakashi knew, disappeared without a trace.

What right did he have?

Kakashi grunted, setting the barbell back on the rack; breathing heavily, sweat beading from his temple down his neck. He turned his head, gazing at the time that read close to seven. Around this time, the gym was getting ready to close up—save for the showers that stayed open an extra two hours so people could clean up and leave. Kakashi sat up, wiping his forehead with the towel around his neck before he stood to his full height; scooping up his phone, keys, and water bottle. He walked past a desk, waving briefly at the man at the counter before rounding the corner that led to a hall where the showers were. To his right was a big room surrounded in glass where trainers typically held their classes—and by the looks of it, today it was yoga. He scanned the room briefly in passing, halting suddenly in his steps and nearly tripping over himself when he saw a head full of pink hair rise; arms stretching out on either side before elegantly swooping down. Next to her was the same busty blonde they had seen at the club.

Kakashi chuckled to himself, "Life finds a way, doesn't it?"

The yoga instructor placed her palms flat together at her chest, a wise smile stretching across her face as she bowed her head, humming gently, "That concludes our session for today. You're welcome to the showers, they're open two hours past the gym closing. We have another class in two days and I would love nothing more than to see your faces again." Eyes scanned the room, "And remember—life is too short to deny what brings joy into your realm."

Ino jabbed her elbow hard into Sakura's side, "See?"

Sakura grunted, lobbing to the right slightly before steadying herself; rolling up her yoga mat as she spoke, "You are such a pain in my ass, Ino. I'm not denying myself shit."

"Of course, you are. Have you even used those sex toys I got you?"

Sakura planted a hand over Ino's mouth, half laughing as she spoke, "Would you shut the fuck up?!"

Ino licked Sakura's palm, causing her to pull her hand away; Ino flicking her hair and humming, "I paid good money for those things. What I got you was not cheap, you know. The least you could do was put some milage on them."

Sakura didn't give the woman a response, because if she did Ino would only serve to embarrass her more.

But if she were being honest, she had been using them pretty recently.

Well, one of them—but using them regardless.

Mainly to the thoughts of a certain silver-haired man; recollecting a night and words that made her cheeks run hot. No matter how hard Sakura tried to forget—she really couldn't. She couldn't shake the filthy things he said or the hungry way he regarded her. She had never met someone so...in control before. He was her own personal wet dream, a man straight out of a Maki book...

And she ran off on him.

On some level, Sakura did want to kick herself. Once her emotions had died down and she became level headed, Ino's words really did ring true- what she did was fucked up. She could have at the very least left him a note saying she had a good time—something. Instead, she just ran; ran, because she was overwhelmed. Ran, because she didn't know what to think or feel. Ran, because she didn't want to grow attached to someone she barely knew. Ran, because his arms felt good around her—and that hurt her heart. It hurt her because she thought about how if six years didn't matter in a man's eyes, what was one night?

Least of all, with her?

Sure, Sakura figured as much she could go through Naruto to find out where Kakashi was—find a way to get his number. But she figured she'd done enough damage, abandoning a man that had already been abandoned.

Really, she was a fucking asshole.

The days seemed to bleed into each other and Sakura thought she had missed her chance; she thought it would have been better just to regard him as a one-night stand and move the fuck on. She figured she needed to tend to herself first, take care of her hurt, and work on herself—and she did. It's been just over a month since she'd hooked up with the man, more months that she's been split with Sasuke and things were...sort of easier. A part of her wanted to reach out to him and apologize—but what good would it do? She had already scorned the man. She fucked up.

Still, it didn't stop her from thinking about him.

It didn't stop her from laying in bed at night, running her hands along her legs and imagining all the filthy things he'd say to her if he were in the room. It didn't stop her from placing her hand on her throat the same way he did, imagining his big frame looming over hers; his body thrusting into hers. If she stopped to remember how it felt to have his hot tongue on her body, shivers ran along her flesh. If she paused to recollect how it felt to have him so deep inside her—deeper than any man has been before—her sex would pulse, clench over nothing in hopes it would bring something.

It was pathetic, really.

Pathetic that she wished she would have swapped numbers.
Pathetic that she regrets just walking out—even if what she was feeling was complicated.
Pathetic, wondering what an apology would be like between them; if they'd make up in bed or not.

Sakura was taking a swig of her water bottle, her thoughts beginning to traverse dangerous waters when Ino's voice chimed in.

"Kakashi- is that you?!"

Sakura's body jolted when she caught the sight of his big frame approaching them; spitting out water while simultaneously choking on it—bent over and coughing into her hand. Ino was giggling and patting her back, leaning over and muttering sharply in her ear, "Get yourself together, bitch." Ino straightened, her tone peachy as she hummed, "I didn't know you worked out here?"

"Yeah- mostly in the evenings because of work, no one is really here at this time."

"What do you do for work?" Ino piqued, still patting Sakura's back, albeit harshly.

"Ah- I'm a firefighter."

The sound of his voice had little bolts of lightening zipping along Sakura's senses, her cheeks flushing at the thought of what he could do simply with his voice. She gripped her knees, sucking in a lung full of hair and straightening; fanning her face while she wiped away a tear that had escaped from the coughing.

He chuckled, dimples and all, "Didn't know you missed me that bad."

Sakura glanced at him from under her lashes, "I...It's nice to see you."

Sakura let her eyes rake his form, keeping her teeth shut tight to keep her jaw from slacking. He wore typical gym shorts and a tank top that hugged his muscled body oh so right. She gazed at the dips of his abdominals, the image of those same muscles flexing into her flashing to the forefront of her brain—and he must have seen it, too, because his gaze dropped with a light chuckle, remarking lowly it was good to see her, too.

Ino hummed, gazing at the skin of her wrist, "Oh- would you look at the time, I've got places I've got to be."

Sakura blustered, "Ino- what?"

Ino swopped her bag over her shoulder and tucked her yoga mat under her arm, already walking away and waving cheekily, "I love you—call me later!" She winked at Kakashi, "Take good care of my girl for me."

Kakashi shook his head, smiling and waving before turning back to Sakura; remarking, "Your friend really is crass."

Sakura snorted, thankful for the small subject change, "Crass doesn't even scrape the surface. You can't tell her your darkest secrets without her shouting them out quite loudly."

He nodded, hand coming up to scratch the back of his head, "Yeah- I heard her saying something to you about milage?"

Sakura blushed beet red, dipping to scoop up her bag and yoga mat; maneuvering around Kakashi's tall frame, "Yeah- that was nothing—she was talking about my car, you know—oil and stuff."

Kakashi quirked a brow, "Right, oil and stuff. Hey, I was actually wondering if I could talk to you?"

Sakura paused mid step, a chill running up her spine at the sound of his approaching steps. She turned, gripping her water bottle tightly, and managing a weak smile, "Yeah, what's up?"

"For starters, you can relax," Kakashi chuckled, leaning against the hallway wall and crossing his arms; one foot over the other. "You're acting like you're in trouble with me or something."

"It's just..." Sakura gazed at the lid of her drink, plucking at the plastic ring. "The other night..."

"Sakura," Kakashi titled evenly, smoothly. "You can look at me, I won't bite."

Sakura glanced up, meeting twin coal eyes.

"Unless you want me to," he hummed, a smirk pulling on his features and that sinful light gleaming in his eye.

Sakura's grip on the water bottle tightened, causing the plastic to groan in resistance; her brow ticking down, exhaling out of her nose as she side-stepped the man and continued past him down the hall.

"Fuck, Sakura," Kakashi called, kicking himself off the wall and quickly following her. "I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood."

Ignoring the male, Sakura rounded the corner to the women's showers; fully believing he stopped at the door, quickly stripping herself of the clothes that tightly hugged her frame. No one else appeared to be in the showers, so Sakura really gave no fucks as she stood outside the shower; butt naked, hand reaching out to feel as the water went from cool to hot. She released her hair from its pony tail; bending over and raking her fingers through sweaty locks. She was in no means mad at Kakashi—rather, she felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed at how her body reacted to his presence, overwhelmed at how easy it seemed to click with him.

It was dangerous.

Sakura pulled the curtain all the way back, sticking a foot into the spray of water and yelping when a baritone voice echoed behind her.

"Can we just talk for a minute?"

She wheeled, scowling at the silver haired man in front of her, raising her hands to cover herself as she bit, "What the fuck are you doing in here?!"

Kakashi sighed, running a hand through his mussed hair, "I just want to talk—but you keep running away from me."

"This is the women's shower," she enunciated through clenched teeth.

"I know—but no one's in here, right?" Kakashi cupped his hands over his mouth, turning and raising his voice, "Hello? Is anyone else in here?"

"Would you stop," she hissed, waiting as if someone was going to scream bloody murder.

Several beats of nothing but the spray of the shower seemed to boom in the room; Kakashi standing with his hands held out on either side. Sakura gave a snort, quickly throwing herself into the shower and yanking the curtain to hide her body. She watched through the space on the floor his feet near; she heard the soft beckon of his voice.

"I'll ask you once more—can we please, please talk?"

Sakura sighed, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead to the tile; pressing, "Fine. What did you want to talk about?"

"I just wanted to talk about the other night—you know, after the club?"

"Yes..."

He cleared his throat, "Well...I guess, I wanted to say that if you think I'm upset that you just left...I'm not."

Sakura opened her eyes, gazing at the seafoam green tile, "You're...not?"

"Mmhmm- I'm not. As a matter of fact, I get why you did it. Don't get me wrong, Sakura—it sort of hurt. Actually," he chuckled, "it hurt like a bitch—but that wasn't because of you."

Sakura suspired heavily, fist clutching at her side, "I'm...I'm sorry, Kakashi." She blew out a gust of breath, finding it easier to speak to him since she couldn't see his face. "I just...got overwhelmed. I got in my head and I just...ran."

"Was it because of me?" He asked softly. "Was it because of...how I was...?"

"No," Sakura answered just as softly, "and no. You did nothing wrong—the opposite, really. You did everything I liked on top of us clicking really well and I just...I don't know. I was...afraid? I don't know." She bit on her lip, fighting the sudden surge of emotion that baffled her. She closed her eyes again, pressing the heels of her hands into them and breathing slowly. "Everything was great—you were great, and kind, and considerate—I just..." Sakura shook her head, "After everything, I kept thinking to myself that it was all a sham. That, if six years with me didn't matter to someone—how could one night?" She clutched her chest, "I kept thinking that I shouldn't get involved—that I should leave before you hurt me, too." Her voice wavered, tears now spilling over the edges of her eyes and trailing down her cheeks, "And- I know it's stupid because you barely know me. You're a stranger to me, but...How well we clicked, how I feel around you now—I'm just afraid. On top of it, what scared me the most, was how much I felt like I knew you. You felt so familiar to me. That's why it was so easy for me to just be with you, to sleep with you, and let you control...things..." She wiped at her nose, her eyes; ran her hands along her arms and struggled to fight against the emotion. "I'm sorry—I don't mean to get worked up, I don't know what's wrong with me."

She watched through bleary eyes as the curtain was pulled back carefully, Kakashi's earnest gaze coming into view; dark eyes both sympathetic and unreadable. She watched him watch her—and she felt like an idiot.

Why was she telling him all this?
What did it matter to him?

She was about to speak, but he spoke up first.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Sakura," Kakashi hummed sympathetically. "You were only doing what anyone in your position would do. I mean, when I woke up and you weren't there—I hurt, too. The same hurt you're feeling, I felt, too." He reached out, wrapping long fingers around her wrist, "We were still hurt—and we sought comfort in each other. There's nothing wrong with that, Sakura. There's nothing wrong with you—there's nothing wrong with me. These are things we are bound to feel, all things considered." He gazed at her fingertips, "What matters is that we understand each other's side. I understand you completely—and I'm sorry you felt that way after all the fun we had."

"I'm sorry I ditched you," Sakura managed to squeak, meeting his gaze. "If it makes you feel better, I regretted it. I had wished I left my number—or stayed, or something. I never meant to hurt you. To be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He grinned softly, "For the record, I could have easily gotten your number from Naruto. I guess I just felt like you wanted space and time." He picked his eyes up, glimmering as he spoke, "And to be honest with you, I'm in the same boat. Not a day has gone by where I haven't dreamt about you—or that night."

Sakura gave a breathless chuckle, "If we're being totally candid—same. I would replay it over and over in my head and just go off from there."

He smirked, "I've had the worst morning boners, thanks to you."

Sakura tittered, soft and delicate; half of her body still behind the curtain, the other half in his line of sight—though his eyes remained on her face. "I think my new vibrator needs batteries already because of you."

He hummed, quirking a brow, "Ah, was that what Ino meant by milage?"

"I would never tell her that, but yeah," Sakura admitted openly, easily. "You know, she actually gave me an earful when she found out that I didn't get your number."

"That makes two of us," he commented. "The guys would not shut up about how fucking stupid I was."

"Look at us," Sakura teased.

Kakashi smirked crookedly, "Just a couple of fuck ups, aren't we?"

Sakura gave off another giggle, the skin of her wrist tingling where his fingertips brushed. She gazed at him through sooty lashes, deep emerald orbs locking with eyes so dark she found herself lost in them; lost in the motion of being pulled closer—or pulling him closer, she wasn't sure. The shower became white noise behind the heady pump of her heart; the world blurring as he came into focus, taking up the scope of her vision, and soon debunking any previous reasoning. All arguments of danger, of attachment; of heartache, of avoidance—flew out the door. She couldn't recollect them, even if she tried. All she felt, all she knew, all she could see, all she could feel; was him.

Him, gently reaching for her chin and angling her head up.
Him, planting his lips on hers and kissing her warmly; an invitation, an apology.
Him, circling his arms around her and squeezing her frame tight to his own.

Him; the smell of him, the taste of his tongue, his hard body matched so evenly with her soft one.

Him; hands that ghosted over her skin with dark promise.
Him; nails that scraped along her sensitive skin, sending goosebumps in their wake.
Him; a mouth that plundered hers as if he'd kissed her his whole life.

The shudder that ran through her body was not unnoticed by the man; the grip on her hips tightening as his tongue slipped along hers. Sakura's fingertips played with the edge of his shirt, plucked at it and pulled until he pulled back; eyes focused on her as he kicked off his shoes, peeled off his shirt, and got rid of his bottoms. Now as naked as she, there was no hesitation when he charged; backing her into the shower, pressing her between the tile wall and his own hard body. His hands came up to cup either side of her face, mouth closing around her small tongue and sucking—his feet kicking hers apart, leaving space for his thigh to break through. Sakura ran her nails down his sides, pulled him in closer; the proof of his desire now lodged between their slicked bodies, scalding her.

Sakura found herself back to square one—that same undeniable feeling she felt that night after the club, eating her up from within. She couldn't seem to fight him, couldn't seem to muster the will to push him away for the sake of fear. All she could do was hold on; all she could do was grip his hair tighter, roll her hips against his and hum when he hissed in her ear at the sensation. Kakashi kissed along her jaw; nipped down the dainty stretch of her neck, sucked hard and bit right where he knew she'd like it. Two hands came down and squeezed either globe of her behind roughly before suddenly jerking her up; pinning her with his hips, hooking her legs around his waist. Keeping his hands on her bottom, he raised her just enough so that when he dipped his head his mouth closed over a hardened nipple; tugging at the tender flesh, flicking his muscle over the bud before releasing it with a pop. Sakura couldn't help the wet grind of her body on his; couldn't help the desperate thrum between her legs, the sudden ache she felt remembering how good he felt inside her body—how badly she wanted him there.

"Would it be weird to say I missed you?" Sakura panted, fingers tugging at the root of his hair.

He grinned, "Would it be weird if I said I missed you, too?"

"I don't know why," she muttered, head tilted back as his lips assaulted her neck. "But it's like I can't shake you."

"Neither do I," he replied, kissing her full lips. "I feel the same way. You let me know when you figure it out—it's clear you're the smartest out of both of us. But, let me ask you this," he leaned in, muttering in her ear, "Did you miss me...or did you miss my cock, too?"

Sakura's body flushed, unable to formulate an answer when his mouth was tending to the neglected breast; sucking strongly, making her back arch sharply.

He plucked his mouth away, rasping darkly, "Because I missed you as much as I missed your body. I had dreams of you moaning—and it felt so real. It felt like you were right there with me, a moaning mess—like you were that night. Do you know how good you sound to my ears, baby?" He nibbled on her earlobe, "Do you know what I'd do to hear those sweet little moans again? I'd absolutely annihilate you in the best way possible. I had dreams of filling you with my cock—of shoving it inside your tight body over, and over, and over again. I could feel your pussy squeezing me—I could feel you shaking all over me." He grinned, chuckling a noise that was rich like chocolate, "Do you know what I'd do to experience you all over again, honey?"

Sakura swallowed the lump in her throat, eyes wide as she met his feverish gaze. He pulled back slightly, glancing up at the shower head and offering another laugh. Kakashi reached up and pulled it off from the hook with one hand, gently setting her back down on her feet before he began to turn one metal ring; adjusting the intensity of the spray while he spoke with slow deliberation.

"You know, I read that book you suggested," he began, putting a hand in front of one setting before twisting it to another. "I've got to give it to you, Maki knows how to write some smut." He turned it twice more, seeming satisfied when it was on full intensity; a focused, intense spray that made Sakura's skin twitch. He met her gaze, "You want to know what my favorite part was?"

Sakura blinked, eyes flicking to the showerhead, "What?"

He moved in, kissing her cheek before answering, "The shower scene."

Stepping back, Kakashi began to move the spray over Sakura's body; first over the backs of her shoulders, relaxing her. Down her arms, her legs; across the stretch of her torso, and even over the cheeks of her ass. He then began to move it over each breast, bringing in the hot spray close to each nipple; settling it on the left while he sucked on the right and switching. Sakura could feel her own wetness despite the water that poured over her; she could feel the twitch of her body, the knot in her stomach when he began to move it lower—lower until it was on her pubic bone, sending droplets of water everywhere but where she wanted it.

Kakashi kissed Sakura hotly, moving the showerhead from hip bone to hip bone; the hot head of his cock burning a hot trail against her skin. He broke the kiss, breathless as he commanded, "Spread your pussy open for me."

Sakura could feel her cheeks burning; her body burning, her skin burning, her inhibitions burning. With trembling hands, she reached down and pulled the petals of her sex apart; her entire body leaping when he immediately placed rough spray directly over her clit—moving it up and down, back and forth, pulling it away before pressing it in. Sakura bit on her lip to keep back a moan, clinging onto the man as her legs began to shake underneath her. She felt the jerk of her hips, the twitch of her body and shoulders react to the intense stimulation. Her entire clit vibrated with the hard spray of the water; her nails clawed at his shoulders, her brows pulled in, and she shivered when his teeth scraped along her neck. He sucked along several places, now circling her clit rapidly. Sakura's entire body trembled, steam took up the space in the room, the space in her mind, the space between their bodies. She was crying through pressed lips, pulling Kakashi's head close to her.

"Please- I need more."

"More?" He echoed sinfully, nipping her chin, his voice thick with desire. "If I give you more, you've got to be a good girl and moan my name."

"What if people hear us?"

He shook his head, "You don't have to be loud, baby. Just loud enough for me. If you're no good, I'll pull away—understood?"

She nodded desperately, circling her arms around his neck; the skin of her pussy buzzing even after he removed the shower head. He hiked up her left leg around his waist, and then her right; grabbing both of her arms and making her hands hold onto the metal pipe that the shower head hooks on. Her breasts were directly in his line of sight, and he wasted no time tasting the two; sucking on them before he pulled back.

"I want you to hold onto that until I say so," he rumbled.

Sakura glanced up, unsure, "Won't it break?"

He grinned, "You might, but that won't."

He pressed his hips harder between her body, spreading her legs even wider. He grabbed the shower head and placed it back over her clit; her body instantly tightening, her head tipping back, her hips writhing. Kakashi angled Sakura, placing the hot head of his cock at the tip of her entrance. He leaned forward, humming, "Nows your time to shine, honey. I want to know how good it feels to have my cock inside you—I want to know what every fat inch feels like. You can do that, right?"

She nodded, unable to speak due to the trembling of her frame. Kakashi leaned in just enough to where his ear was close to her mouth; he tilted his hips, shoving himself into her slowly—his eyes closing in reverence when she couldn't help but cry softly; a raw rasp that tunneled itself deep into his ears. He pulled back and rocked in; repeated the action, listening acutely to the groans that ripped themselves from the center of her throat. He hummed roughly in response, slipping his tongue into her mouth while he fucked her to a lazy cadence. Sakura could feel her arms burn; she could feel her pussy flutter around his length, she could feel her honey seeping past him, and down her leg. She rolled her hips, flicking her clit across the spray of the shower head; he pumped into her, in slow, long drags that had her head spinning.

The feeling was subtle at first; a small rub, a small press. Her eyes opened to catch his, a look of knowing passing between them before she leaned in and kissed him. Her hips arched back, the muscle of her rear flexing as a finger began to dip inside her; a cock pumped into her, the spray ran over her clit. He pumped his finger into her ass gently, pulling it out as he pressed his length in; Sakura's eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Look at you," he admonished softly, roughly. "Look at your body—you can't get enough of me. You want me everywhere, don't you, baby?" He shoved his finger deeper into her back end, shoved his member deeper into her pussy; shoved his tongue down her mouth, swallowed her trembling cry, sucked in her husky moans.

Sakura was losing it.

Her mind was spinning, leaping off an edge she could never come back from. Her body was practically convulsing, the peak just in reach. She could see it, feel it all over; her shuddering arms barely able to hold her up as she began to lose herself.

"Oh my fucking god," she rasped shakily, brow contorted to an expression of pleasure.

"Don't talk to god," Kakashi husked. "Talk to me. Do you want me to wreck your sweet little pussy? Will that help you come, baby?" He slammed his hips hard into her, his hand covering her mouth to mask her punctuating cries. "Shh, baby—just for me, remember? You're supposed to moan just for me."

Kakashi rammed his hips into her roughly, with enough force to jolt her entire body; he finger fucked her ass, he tongue fucked her mouth, her clit swollen from the constant stimulation of the spray. Sakura was winding, up and up; cracking, her entire frame freezing for a second.

Kakashi used his free hand to grip her throat, his molten heat gaze destroying her; punishing her. "Say my name when you come, Sakura." His hips slammed into her relentlessly, the blunt head of his cock nearly meeting her cervix; her pussy clenching and unclenching, her frame tightening.

"Oh...fuck...yes..." she panted, eyes squeezed shut. In an instant her body snapped, her back arched so hard, and every part of her clenched and vibrated. She was convulsing in Kakashi's arms, her cry guttural and raw as she said his name; like a prayer, a mantra that would save her from the waves of pleasure that rolled through her violently. She could see nothing, her arms like noodles when she let go of the bar and fell forward; Kakashi catching her shaking frame easily, her body twitching and shuddering—totally unaware the man came, too. He pumped into her brokenly until he slowed; his hand coming out to rub her back, the water of the shower now cool as they struggled to collect their breaths. Sakura's head spun, the satin of Kakashi's voice breaking the haze.

"You did such a good job, honey."