The moment she sat down, she regretted her decision.
When Sasuke asked to meet where they first had coffee to talk, Sakura felt a weird twinge in her stomach; not because of Sasuke, so much as just an overall uneasy feeling.
Like something bad was going to happen.
She wanted to say no, but morbid curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to be petty and show up late, but it was close to six when Sasuke asked and it was already 6:30 when she arrived—meaning she only had a handful of time before she had to get back home to meet Kakashi. So, instead, she was here on time, if not a little early, much to her displeasure.
She didn't want it to seem like she was eager to see him, let alone talk to him...
Yet, here she was. Tapping her foot impatiently while she watched a young waiter carry a tray loaded with drinks. She decided to sit outside at the patio, to take away the intimacy of a small joint and give herself an easy out.
She really, truly did not want to be here and wondered why she even agreed. They shared nothing, they were over and done. What could he possibly want to say to her? He'd said everything he had to that night—she had really heard enough.
Why the fuck was she here?
Seven more minutes passed and Sakura was moving to get up when a hand landed on her shoulder, an eerily familiar voice calling her name, "Sakura- you came."
Sakura's shoulders stiffened, her hand coming up to knock his off her shoulder; his hand moving away before she could, his body coming around to sit down in the chair across from her. She squinted at him, shocked at the man she saw before her.
He definitely does not look like the Sasuke that left her; the man she had fallen in love with.
His hair, typically long, was now short and combed back with what she guessed to be a pomade. While he used to typically wear simple black shirts with dark jeans, he was wearing a very tight red button up and fitted black slacks. He appeared as though he's lost his mass some, reminding her of how he looked when he was in college.
He definitely was not the Sasuke she knew.
Even his fucking brows looked as though he'd been grooming them.
He'd never groomed them before.
She wanted to scoff at the idea that he was actually peacocking.
Fucker.
Sasuke smiled, plucked brows shooting up as night eyes appraised her, "Wow, Sakura—you look...amazing."
Sakura glanced down, remembering that she had gotten done up to hang out with Ino; thinking that the moron probably thinks it's for him. Hard eyes picked back up from her dress to scowl at him, arms crossing, "I've got plans tonight."
His mouth twitched, "Oh yeah? What's on the agenda?"
She scoffed, "None of your business, that's what. What did you want to talk about?"
Sasuke paused, glancing around, "Do you know where our waiter went?"
"Our?"
"I was hoping they had those fluffy pancakes we-"
Sakura huffed, "Alright, well it appears this was a waste of my fucking time. Goodbye-"
"No," Sasuke cut sharply, reaching out halfway towards her, "stop. Don't go."
"I told you I have plans."
"Okay," Sasuke sighed, adjusting his chair, "fine- I won't waste much of your time."
"What did you want to talk about?" She bit.
Sasuke leaned back, "Well...I suppose just to catch up. I wanted to see if you're doing okay?"
Sakura bristled, "I'm fucking fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
He pressed his lips together, "You're still mad."
Sakura blinked, shaking her head, "I'm mad that I even agreed to come here. I don't need you checking up on me, I'm doing fucking amazing."
"You look like you're doing amazing," he remarked.
Pink brows pulled down, "Stop commenting on how I look."
Sasuke digressed, "Fine. Straight to the point—like you've always been." He ran his hand along his pants, making her think he was actually nervous. "Look...When I left that night, I feel like I didn't really give you the apology I owe you."
"Excuse me?"
He sighed, "I just...you know, fucked you over. You have every right to hate me until the day you die. Really. I mean, not only did I tell you that I'm leaving you- I told you that the past years of our long term relationship were years I had thought about leaving you." His brow ticked down, "That must have hurt. I mean, when I first left, I really thought that—all things considered- I wasn't in the wrong. I thought that I did the best I could and that the chips would fall where they may. I thought that I was doing you a favor by making it a clean cut. But...Then, I started thinking—and remembering. Remembering when we kissed, remembering our study sessions, our first date. I remember when we moved in together, how excited you were and how you started to cry because of our future. I remember the late night texts, of how much you told me you loved me and how dedicated you were to us. It...the guilt set in. I couldn't sleep, thinking about how I practically took your heart and ripped it out of your chest."
Sasuke shook his head, "Then, to tell you on top of it all that I just wanted to...get out, you know. Date. That must have made you feel inadequate—and I mean, look at you. You're far from inadequate." He pointed his hand at her, "I mean, look at you. I remember thinking one morning that you seemed to get prettier and prettier every day...I had everything with you—everything. Love, happiness...comfort...company..."
Sakura's brow ticked.
"I fucked it all up. I know I can't change what I've done...but I'm sorry, Sakura. For everything. For abandoning you, for breaking your heart, and for making you feel miserable." He reached out, shocking Sakura by placing his hand over the top of hers and squeezing; holding it. Coal eyes bore into hers, imploring, "I am so sorry, Sakura."
Aged brown eyes crinkled at the corners, a sly smile pulling up on weathered lips, "Who's the lucky lady?"
Kakashi chuckled, watching as the woman wrapped the book carefully, "I just hope she likes it."
The older woman hummed, "If she's in here as often as you are, I'm sure she will." She jerked her chin at the flowers he held in his free hand, "Those certainly don't look cheap."
"Money well worth spending," he remarked.
"If only I were ten years younger," she giggled, bagging the book and holding it out for him to take.
"Give it five," Kakashi winked, grabbing the bag as she giggled again. "Thank you so much, have a great day."
"You too," she waved, smiling, "let me know how she likes it."
Kakashi gave a small bow, "Will do."
He gave a quick glance at the time, noting it was a little past 7:15. He knew that Sakura might not be home exactly at 8, but he was too excited and wanted to surprise her. Kakashi realized that, while they did share meals often, he had never really given her something before- and that was okay, right? People give other people gifts and surprises all the time, so there was really no real argument in his head—not that there was room for it, anyways. All he could think about was setting everything up for her; the flowers in a vase he knew she had under her sink, the book wrapped all pretty, surrounded by her favorite candies.
Friends do that for each other.
Really, he just wanted her to feel better. Ever since that wreck with the biker, he noticed she'd been a bit bogged down after a day of work—and how could he blame her. He's seen more horrible scenes than he could count, and there were a handful that took him years to shake. So, he truly, really understood—which is why he wanted to give her a reason to smile, something to help make the week better for her—even if only for a bit.
Since it was so busy in the city, he had parked a ways down and had to walk a block to get to the bookstore; his gait quick and focused, eager to get to Sakura's and set everything up. He stopped at the crosswalk, waiting until the little signal turned green so he can cross again; glancing at the flowers and making sure they were still in good condition considering he'd been taking them all over since he bought them. Not that this was all THE plan, as the plan was to just simply surprise her with the book; but as the day went on and he caught sight of her favorite flowers passing a shop, he couldn't help but think they'd be a nice touch. At the book shop, the candies were in the impulse buy aisle towards the register—candies that he specifically recall her saying she could only find at that bookstore. So, naturally, he had to grab them.
The signal turned green and he stepped out, sun bearing down and thankful it was a cool day. The flowers in his hand were a beautiful mix of pink roses, orchids, and lilies; babies breath sprinkled here and there, dense green frayed leaves splayed out brilliantly. He could smell them, soft and sweet and they reminded him of Sakura. He lowered the flowers half-way, noting another shade of pink just up ahead and doing a double take. He stopped mid-step, squinting. Pink curls, delicate shoulders dusted with freckles he's definitely had his lips all over. Across from her was a man he'd recognized, due to a picture she had shown him once of Sasuke when he asked out of curiosity; inky black hair, fair skin, dark eyes. His right hand was holding Sakura's small one; his left hand reaching out to stroke Sakura's face. Kakashi watched, surprised at the hard drop in his stomach and the heat that flashed over his skin. He glanced at the flowers, a flurry of emotions taking over him.
He felt stupid.
He felt mad.
He was mad that he was mad.
He felt the sting, the pang of jealousy.
He tried to push it down.
He tried to rationalize.
Sakura wasn't his. They weren't dating. She owes him no explanation as to why she told him she was supposed to be with Ino but is with Sasuke instead. Kakashi was company, someone to help fill the cracks until it was time to move on. And, seeing her being touched by the same man who broke her heart, he wondered if maybe they'd gone too far.
Slept together too often.
Kissed too often.
Blurred all the lines and broke every rule.
It was sickening, how upset he was. Sickening, because for all the rationalizing he did, he struggled to keep the stronger feelings at bay. He was swept away in that same exact feeling he had with Rin when he found out she had been cheating on him with Obito. That feeling of being not good enough. He had no place, he had no right; yet the honey in his heart melted under the heat of his feelings.
He clenched his teeth and headed her way.
So much for not being green in the gills.
She could not believe what he was saying.
She could not believe this was happening.
The hand on her cheek was once a hand she'd embrace, but now it did nothing but make her angry. Coal eyes searched hers as he continued to speak, "- if given the chance, I'd start all over again with you."
Sakura scowled, opening her mouth to speak when Sasuke's eyes raised, speaking to someone behind her.
"Can I help you?"
"Oh, no. I'm just passing through."
Sakura stilled, jerking her hand out from under Sasuke's and standing to face the body with the voice, "Kakashi?"
Kakashi grinned tightly, "Hi, Sakura."
She faltered, "What...what are you doing here?"
Kakashi wiggled the bouquet of flowers in his hand, along with a bag that dangled from his wrist, "Nothing much. I thought you were supposed to be with Ino?"
Her cheeks flared, "She cancelled."
He nodded, shoulders tense, "Ah, so you hung out with Sasuke instead?"
"No- it's complicated."
"Who are you?" Sasuke asked from behind her.
Kakashi leaned over to the side, waving curtly at Sasuke, "Kakashi. I've heard so much about you."
Sakura scowled.
"Are you her boyfriend?" Sasuke pressed. "Is that what the flowers are for?"
"These?" Kakashi hummed, glancing at them. "Yeah, they're for her—this is all for her, actually. Ah, but," he shook his head, "I'm not her boyfriend. I'm just a friend, right, Sakura? We just like to hang out."
"Kakashi," she admonished softly.
Kakashi held out the flowers and placed them against Sakura's chest gently, forcing her arms to come up and catch it. He took the bag next and held it out, "Here."
She gazed at the bag, frowning.
He jiggled it, jaw tight, "Take it, Sakura."
"What are you doing?"
He scowled, "Take it, so I can go home and you can enjoy your date."
"It's not a date," she bit back.
Midnight eyes raked her form slowly, burning with an expression that made her stomach flip in the worst way possible. "Could have fooled me."
"Kakashi."
He sighed, and she noticed his jaw tick, "Sakura."
Silence stretched for several beats between them before she reached out and slowly took the bag; their fingers brushing, his hand quickly pulling back down to his side. He gave a curt nod, "I'll see you."
"Kakashi, wait-"
He raised a hand, that same tight smile back; eyes cold, "What are you doing? Have a good time- I hear the fluffy pancakes here are amazing, you two can share a plate." His eyes gave her frame one more once over, remarking, "You look great, by the way- I told you that dress suits you."
Sakura stopped, watching as moved past her and around the block. Her breath was caught in her chest, her brain at a full halt.
What the fuck was that?
Why did she feel so...sad?
Like she was losing something?
Letting something go by...?
Why was she feeling this sinking in her chest?
"Is that your boyfriend?" Sasuke asked, pissing her off.
Sakura huffed, feeling her face prick with heat, "Bye, Sasuke."
Sasuke stood, reaching out and grabbing her forearm, "Wait."
Sakura jerked her arm out of his hand, barking, "Stop touching me, Sasuke."
"Just think about what I said," he remarked.
Sakura stopped, "What?"
"About giving us another chance."
She scoffed, shoving the chair in loudly, drawing attention of everyone else, "Fuck you. Don't fucking contact me again."
She'd never driven home so fast before, unlocking the door hoping to find Kakashi waiting for her so she could tell him what actually happened. She didn't know why she felt the need to explain herself—just that she didn't want him to get the impression she was seeing Sasuke. The apartment was empty when she walked in, a sigh escaping her lungs as she set them down on the table with the bag. She unlocked her phone, going to call Kakashi's contact before freezing.
What was she doing?
They weren't a thing...right?
They were just company...right?
She didn't owe him a call, she didn't owe him her time, she didn't owe him an explanation.
She shouldn't feel upset at that cold look in his eyes.
She shouldn't feel abandoned when he just walked away.
She shouldn't want to call him and tell him to come over so they could talk it out.
Yet, she did.
She was upset, so deeply that she felt her face heat up.
She was upset because she was upset.
She felt stupid.
She tossed her phone onto the chair, placing her fingertips against each temple and closing her eyes. Sakura didn't, couldn't understand what she was feeling—only that she was feeling everything. She was angry, confused, hurt, and lost.
What was she supposed to feel?
According to what they agreed, she wasn't supposed to feel much of anything—but neither was he. She could see it, it was written all over his frame, that he was upset.
Why...?
What right did he have..?
A shrill ring caused her to jump, reaching quickly for the phone; gazing at the name on the screen, her breath hitching. She pressed the answer button, raising it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"When are you going to be home?" Kakashi asked, voice like ice.
She scowled, "I'm home right now."
"We need to talk. When are you available?"
"I can talk now."
"Okay. I'll be over in ten."
Sakura sucked in a breath, "Okay."
The line ended and she stood where she was, gazing at the screen; the brows of her reflection deepening. Working to distract herself, she decided to reach for the vase that was under her sink; cut the bottom of the flowers out of the plastic and place them gently inside. She turned on the faucet, watching the vase fill; thoughts wandering, stomach fluttering, emotions rising. It wasn't until there was a sharp rap on the door that she noticed the water was still running, overfilling the vase. She cut the water off quickly, pouring out the excess and placing it on the kitchen counter.
She ran her hands down her dress, walking to the door and opening it. Kakashi stood tall, taking up the space of the door frame, his unreadable expression somehow making her feel small. She raised her chin, waiting for him to speak.
"Can I come in?" He asked, showing no emotion.
Sakura stepped to the side, allowing his big frame space to walk through; shutting the door behind him. She watched as he watched her walk to better face him, her arms crossed and waiting. She wanted to speak, she wanted to tell him that he got the wrong idea; but she waited instead. She took in his frame, noting how he gave nothing away; he appeared collected, emotionless, even. She met his gaze, despite the tension that hung heavy in the air.
Kakashi spoke first.
"Did you have fun?"
Anger immediately flared in the pit of her stomach, replacing the nervousness she felt and steeling whatever her resolve was. "Really?" She bit. "You're going to just make assumptions without asking me what happened?"
"What's there to ask?" Kakashi quipped. "It's clear you were out with Sasuke—and what right do I have to get into your personal business. What you do on your own free time does not upset me. That being said, did you have fun? I mean, more fun than you'd have with Ino?"
Sakura's brows ticked sharply, "Just what the fuck are you getting at?"
Kakashi sighed, "Nothing. I just came to say that I think, since you're seeing Sasuke again—it wouldn't be best for us to-"
"I'm not seeing Sasuke again. I was getting ready to go hang out with Ino when she called me and bailed because she was going out on a date with Sai. I was literally about to text you to tell you that you could come over early when I saw I got a text from a number not saved on my phone—which was Sasuke asking me if we could meet up and talk."
"Why?" He cut.
Sakura started, "Why what?"
"Why did you go see him?"
Sakura shook her head, "I just...Don't know. Morbid curiosity, maybe? Why does it matter?"
"You couldn't tell me?"
"Excuse me?" She piqued, shrill.
"I'm just saying," he began, his cool façade beginning to break. "Running into you, looking as pretty as you do, being touched by him-" His sentence cut off, hand coming up to scrub his face as he stepped back; head tilted to the ceiling. Dark eyes flicked to her, "He broke your heart into a thousand tiny pieces, he doesn't deserve to be in your space—let alone put his hands on you."
"That was his doing, not mine," Sakura growled. "I didn't want him to touch me, and I told him not to touch me."
"Why did he want to talk?"
"Does it matter?" Sakura pressed. "Why does it matter?"
Kakashi gazed up at the ceiling, shaking his head, "It just doesn't...it just doesn't add up to me."
"What doesn't add up?" She echoed, leaning forward. "You said it's not your business—right? You said that it has nothing to do with you—right?"
"Doesn't it, though?" He quipped, taking his own step forward, brows pulled down hard. "I mean, how can you go from kissing me this afternoon to holding hands with-"
"We weren't holding hands," She snarled, scoffing bitterly and shaking her heads. "He reached out for my hand, and I was in the middle of ripping it away—and you showed up." Sakura moved forward again, eyes narrowed hard on Kakashi, "He asked if we could talk—I didn't want to be there, but I figured maybe I could get some closure out of it—or something."
"What did he want to talk about?"
Sakura's scowl deepend, her attitude flaring, "Are you jealous, or something? Is that it?"
Kakashi snorted, scratching his head as he began to pace back and forth.
Sakura gasped, brows shooting up and fist propping on her hip, "You are jealous."
"Don't make me laugh," Kakashi remarked with a bitter chuckle, though the cool demeanor he arrived with was now replaced with a buzzing manic energy. She could see that he was struggling to process what he was feeling, pausing and not articulating what might make things better or worse.
"Really?" She pressed, feeling a pang of hurt at his comment. "That's really how you're going to act?" Emerald eyes watched him astutely, "If you're going to act like a fucking asshole-"
Kakashi paused, whipping around to fully face her with raised brows, "How am I the fucking asshole, here?"
Sakura bristled, hands tapping her chest, "What- and I am? I did nothing wrong."
"You could have..." He stopped, shaking his head; his frame shaking.
"Could have what—told you?" Sakura finished, watching him scoff and pace again. "Why would I tell you anything?"
He froze, glancing over as if the words cut deep.
Sakura continued, "Why does it matter to you if I told you or not—unless you're jealous."
"Did he want to get back together?" Kakashi pressed, deflecting. "Did he talk about how much he missed you?" Dark, pitch black eyes traced the dress on her body, "Did he tell you how fucking pretty you look?"
Sakura ran her tongue along her teeth, deciding to test him since they were going in circles, "Yes- he said I looked amazing. Twice. He told me that I was far from inadequate. He said, 'just look at you.'" She watched him still almost eerily, save for the hands that opened and closed at his sides. She didn't feel threatened at all by the man—she knew he would never hurt her. She felt as though Kakashi was battling something in his head—the same battle she was fighting in her own, thinking words neither of them have the courage to say outloud. She continued, "He told me he was sorry for breaking my heart. He told me that he thought about all of our memories, and what he wouldn't give to start over with me. He asked me to think about trying again with him."
"Why," Kakashi managed to rumble after several moments of dense silence, voice thick with emotion.
"Why, what?"
Then, she saw it.
And she'd never thought she would.
Kakashi's fair skin flaring up, cheeks deepening in color; eyes darkening, hands shaking.
Tears welling.
"Why give him even an ounce of your time...when you have all of mine?"
It was that feeling.
That same fucking feeling he felt the day Rin told him she'd been sleeping with Obito; like everything he's done, everything he's said, everything that he's poured into her—was nothing. The feeling that the deep, unending love he'd had for her had no reaction for her—as if he wouldn't uproot mountains for her.
For Sakura.
It was that feeling that reared it's ugly head, that ate at his senses and made his face burn hot. He knew—rationally, he knew—that he shouldn't feel this way, that it was just a simple meeting, that he should just turn around and leave her be.
He just couldn't help it.
When it came to business and his job, he was nothing but a professional. Kakashi was known for being aloof and kept together, unbothered and still smiling. He didn't know why his mind fractured, why the emotional floodgates of his heart burst open and overwhelmed him—he just knew it was happening. Maybe it was because all the lines were blurred between the two of them, and he had secretly started to hope...Maybe it was because they helped heal each other, tended to each other's unseen wounds and were witness to secrets, fears, and nightmares. Maybe it was because she was taking time out of her day to see a man who would never pour into her as much as he had—and maybe that hurt, because he'd poured so much into someone who saw no stock in him.
He didn't know.
He'd never been so emotional before.
He'd never been so conflicted; feeling one thing and constantly beating it down with what was "logical." He felt like his mind was splitting in halves, nerves ripping and snapping; making him irrational. On one hand, Kakashi wanted nothing more than to just be honest with what he felt. On the other, he dreaded saying things that would simply fizzle up and die in the space between them because...
What did it matter...right?
He knew that.
He felt that.
Yet, he had no control. The words were out before he could even stop himself, hung in the air and swung back and forth. Kakashi watched her face; watched glimmering jade depths blank, her mouth slightly parted in shock. He saw the way her shoulders tensed, because he fucking said it without even actually saying it. He wanted to say it all, everything was boiling within him and he was unsure how to react.
"You are jealous," she had said.
Yes, I'm jealous because he broke you—and I loved you. He doesn't deserve your company, he doesn't deserve the air you breathe.
"Why does it matter?" She had asked.
It matters because you matter—because I'm afraid of losing you.
He was trying to deflect, trying to make it seem like he didn't care; trying to get her to say the words he was thinking, that maybe she felt the same way, too.
Instead, she just stared at him.
He couldn't take that speculation.
Kakashi shook his head, laughing darkly and letting his hands fall to his sides, "What the fuck am I even doing? I'm being a fucking idiot. I'm sorry, Sakura—you're not an asshole, I am. I'll leave you alone, now." He did an about face, making two strides to the door and reaching out to open it when a dainty hand shot out; slamming it back shut. He reared back, her small body cornering him into the tight space. Her lithe frame was only inches from his, he could feel the puffs of her breath on his collar bone. Dark, burning eyes met startling jade, small hands coming up and surprising him by cradling his face. He felt a thumb sweep across the sensitive skin of his scar, just under his eye. He felt a wetness spread, completely unaware a few tears had spilled over. Her expression seemed to soften, as her hands moved to hold either side of his head; she leaned forward slowly, pressing her forehead against his own, eyes closing. She inhaled through her nose slowly, deeply; exhaling gently, a soothing hum emitting from her as she did. Sakura repeated the breathing pattern, Kakashi unable to help that fact that he began to breathe with her; his own eyes closing, his hands coming up to grip her wrists. The noise in his head that was buzzing static began to lessen; each passing breath stilling the war, calming his thinking, bringing him back to earth.
The pair remained this way, how long he was unsure of—just that he could smell her cashmere lotion. His hands weren't shaking any more, his pulse slowed. Kakashi kept his eyes closed, savoring the closeness; the pure intimacy of the moment.
"Are you okay?" Sakura whispered so softly, not breaking the tender air that surrounded them.
"Yeah," he hummed back. "Thank you."
There they go.
Healing each other again.
Unmoving, eyes still closed, Kakashi rumbled, "I'm sorry."
"Tell me what you're thinking," she whispered, unmoving; eyes still closed, hands still holding him.
His hand twitched around her wrist, the corner of his mouth ticked down, "If I say it, it could change everything."
"Try me."
He exhaled, "I'm sorry for...everything. You're right, you going to have a conversation with Sasuke shouldn't matter—and it shouldn't elicit this response out of me...Especially because, you're right, you did nothing wrong. It's just...these past months have been nothing short of...amazing. I feel like we've connected on a deeper level, and while I kept telling myself over and over again that it was just company..."
"It didn't feel like just company," Sakura finished gently.
"Exactly. It felt like...I can't describe it. It felt like even though I kept trying to rationalize everything, my heart was doing it's own thing. My heart was louder than my mind. Then, seeing you with Sasuke just...triggered that same feeling in me, when Rin cheated on me. Feeling like I'm not enough for someone I..." he paused, brow ticking down.
Love.
Say you love her.
Tell her you love her.
"I'm not Rin," Sakura interjected, breaking Kakashi's building courage.
"No, you're not," he replied, eyes opening to meet hers. "You're not Rin, which made it worse. It made me feel like...after everything we've been through and helped each other with—seeing him touch you and hold your hand...Like what I've done hasn't mattered, that you don't...care...for it, or me. That he'd sweep you out from under my feet and I wouldn't have you in my space anymore."
Sakura's brow crumpled, "Why do you say that- if it's not supposed to be like that?"
Now he was gripping her face, urgent as he leaned in, "Because I am an incredibly selfish man. I don't want, after everything, to just...see you walk away. I want more, Sakura. More of your time, more of your space, more of your company."
She frowned, "But I thought...I thought that this was just company...? And that if we moved on..."
He shook his head vehemently, "I can't do that anymore. I can't keep lying to myself—it's literally tearing me in halves. I want you to come home to me. I want you holding my hand. I want to cradle your face, I want to be the one that reminds you how pretty you are." He searched her gaze, "We have broken every rule we set out. We have blurred all the lines. I can't just...let that slip out of my hands. Not without trying."
"Trying what?"
"Us," he answered easily. "I...I want to be in a relationship with you. I want it to be just you and only you, Sakura."
Sakura bit on her lip, green eyes flicking back and forth as she thought. Kakashi held her there, waited as his heart drummed; muttering, "My heart cannot take...more of just...inevitable loss, if we keep it casual. I want commitment." His brow ticked, "I want you to be mine."
She would be a fucking idiot to say this wasn't what she wanted.
Sakura had tried to pretend like what she was feeling wasn't real, to protect her heart. She put it in her blindspot, like Kakashi she tried to rationalize. She knew Kakashi had come off erratic; but she understood. She understood the war in his head, the back and forth conflict; the dodge of emotions, the overflow of them, and the fear. Fear that words that hold so much weight can be spoken and disregarded in an instant. She understood why he came off weird and jealous.
He didn't know what to say.
He was overwhelmed.
She'd never seen Kakashi in such a state, and in all honesty it awed her. Awed her to see a man practically buzzing with emotion, consistently trying to do right by her to avoid future hurt while his own heart was wrapped in thorns. His pain was tangible, so much like her own- and she was tired of pretending like it wasn't there. Tired of pretending she didn't look forward to his smile, to laughing with him. To having his presence soothe her when she was stressed.
Sakura pulled back slightly, replying with her heart in her throat, "I...I want to be yours."
Kakashi blinked, his left hand moving to the back of her head while his right hand moved down to grip her hip. Fingers fisted in pink locks and a shiver ran down Sakura's spine at the sensation. His eyes were burning, scalding hot with emotion and wild; primal, raw need swirling in onyx depths. His lips were only centimeters from hers, hot breath fanning her face when he murmured, "Say it." His voice was a growl, a smoldering rumble that she felt in her chest. "Tell me you're mine- I want to see those pretty pink lips say it."
Sakura's breath hitched, caught in the trance of his gaze. Kakashi's intensity had parts of her body thrumming, humming; reacting to his own posessiveness, desperate for it. She licked her lips, aware of his eyes flicking down to her mouth when she spoke, "I'm yours."
It was in a milisecond that his mouth was crushing her own, arms pulling her body so tight to his that she arched back with his domineering frame. The kiss was a clash of lips, teeth, and tongue; of Kakashi giving all he could give, and Sakura taking all she could take. He ripped his mouth away, yanking her head back to expose her neck; dragging sharp canines down the tender flesh, pressing her body hard against the wall and his own. He spoke against her neck, "I'm going to mark you, Sakura. I'm going to claim you, kiss every part of you—run my tongue over every part of you. I'm going to imprint myself on you, so people smell me on you. I'm going to fuck you," he trailed his lips up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe. He rasped, "I'm going to shove my cock inside you so fucking deep, so fucking far that you can't take anyone else's but my own. I want my cock permeated with your smell- I want to smell you on my skin, taste you on my tongue. I'm going to fill you up with everything, every single part of me." His grip tightened in her hair, sending tingles along her head, and a gasp from her lips. Kakashi caught her lower lip between his teeth and tugged; hips pressing against hers. Sakura whined helplessly, every nerve of her body pulsing violently.
He smiled around her mouth, he chuckled, "Yes, just like that baby. Whine for me just like that." He kissed her, swept his tongue along her mouth; the hand on her hip moving down to grip the edge of her skirt and pull up. He grabbed the edge of her panties and made quick work of tugging them off of her. Grabbing her hips, he whipped her around sharply; grabbing each of her wrists, the sound of fabric stretching past it's stitch, the feel of the material tightening around her wrists. With her hands bound behind her, Sakura was completely out of control; her face resting against the wall while Kakashi pulled her hips and ass out more, tugged her breasts out over the top of her dress. He gathered the dress up past her hips, kicking her feet apart and gripping the globe of her behind bruisingly. Lips pecked along the backs of her shoulders as he squat behind her, hands grabbing each cheek as he spread her wide; moaning as if pained, "Fuck, look at you, baby." He blew a gust of air along her trembling sex, "Dripping fucking wet."
Sakura was going to speak, she was going to reply; but then a hot tongue was swirling along her ass, putting pressure on the sensitive flesh and she couldn't stop herself from moaning. He buried his face deep between her cheeks, sucked and ate at her ass like it was a full course meal; his left hand rubbing tender circles over her clit before he sunk two fingers deep into her canal.
"Oh, fuck," Sakura mewled, hands flexing bound as she arched her hips back.
Kakashi growled from behind her, muffled, and Sakura went dizzy with lust. The fingers inside her pumped steadily, rubbed and pulsed along a tender spot that had her jerking her hips back in pulses. Kakashi pulled his face back, bringing his other hand over to Sakura's mouth, voice rough as commanded, "Suck."
Sakura hummed, taking twin digits in her mouth and flicking her tongue along them; brow crumpled, focus splitting due to the hand busy at work inside her. He withdrew his fingers from her mouth, but not before hooking them along her bottom jaw and tongue; gathering his own saliva and spitting onto Sakura's tongue, drenching his fingers in their combined saliva. He moved in, flicking his tongue along her top lip; moving back behind her, those same two fingers that were once in her mouth now prodding her overly sensitive ass. Sakura let out a husky moan, arching harder as he pressed the digits in; the muscle clenching him hard, a shudder running through her.
"Fuck yourself," Kakashi hummed darkly. "Yes, baby, such a good job."
Kakashi's praise always scratched a certain part of Sakura's brain and made her pussy ache with a need so outrageously deep, there was nothing she wouldn't do to get release. She began to arch her hips back impossibly hard, tucking them in and feeling his fingers slide in and out of both holes. Her pussy fluttered while her ass clenched, her legs shook, the meat of her thighs jiggling aggressively. Her nipples were dragging along the rough texture of the wall, her cries echoing in the small space. She arched on the tips of her toes when the orgasm hit, the feeling of hot liquid bursting past Kakashi's fingers and down her legs. She screamed, head rolling against the wall as her body twitched. In one swift movement, Kakashi withdrew his fingers from her body and had his hands on her hips; backing her up, nibbling on the nape of her neck, running his tongue along the tender patches of skin. Following his lead, she felt him pull her hips down to where she was on her knees, wrists bound behind her back. There was a kiss on her temple, a husky mutter, "I'll be back."
She heard him walk to her room, she heard him dig around a drawer. Moments later, he was in front of her holding a purple dildo with a suction at the end, and a little vibrating bunny that hooked off to stimulate the clit. He spat on the end of the suction, placing it on the tile right in between Sakura's legs; holding a small remote that controlled the vibration. Smiling wickedly, he squat down; gripping Sakura's hair again and kissing her bruisingly, sucking on her tongue and grunting when she nipped back. He rose to his full height, pulling off his shirt and rewarding Sakura with the sight of his statuesque body. Next came his belt, button, and pants.
Sakura gave a small gasp, "You were going commando today?"
Kakashi stroked his thick cock, smiling down at her, "I've been ready for you all week."
Sakura glanced at his member, "I can see."
Kakashi gazed into her eyes, cooing, "Does the pretty honey want to suck on my cock?"
"Yes," Sakura answered immediately.
"You know the rules," he admonished.
Glancing down at the dildo, she adjusted herself; moving her body until her soaked pussy was right over the tip of it, pausing to look up at Kakashi.
"Go slow, and don't look away," he remarked deeply. "I want to see your face."
Sakura's cheeks blazed a brilliant red, her thighs parting as she sank herself down on the silicone object; the smallest hum escaping her, the sensitve sex of her body jolting at the sensation. She wiggled until the firm ears of the bunny were on her clit. Kakashi pressed a button on the small remote, Sakura twitching when the vibrations began to sear through her. Kakashi grabbed the base of his cock, rumbling, "Open up, baby."
Sakura's tongue ran along her lip in anticipation, her tongue stuck out as he tapped the thick head of his cock along it. He rocked, letting her tongue trail along the underside a couple times before his free hand gripped the back of her head, stilling it as he began to press in; Sakura dragging her sex up the dildo at the same time, moaning around him. Kakashi gave a few shallow rocks in tandem with the juts of her hip on the silicone, "So eager, sucking my cock like such a good honey. Are you hungry, baby? Do you want more?"
Sakura whined in response, taking the dildo deep inside her at the same time Kakashi shoved his cock as deep into her throat as she could handle—that he knew she could take. He stilled within her, feeling her throat contract and hearing her gag before pulling all the way out; a string of saliva following her bottom lip to his glistening tip. She opened her mouth again, fucked herself harder on the dildo; rewarded with his smooth member running along her tongue, her cheeks hollowing. There was communication here, they'd discussed it before. The harder Sakura fucks herself, the harder Kakashi fucks her mouth. Her pussy dripped, her hips rose and fell and Kakashi easily kept up with the cadence of her body; rocking into her, face fucking her to the point her eyes watered and her mascara ran. Soon Sakura's body was trembling again, she was coming and he'd pulled out just in time. He squat down beside her, stroking his cock and kissing the corner of her wailing mouth, "Your mouth is mine to fuck." Another kiss as she doubled over, shoulders tremoring, "Those pretty lips suck on my cock—do you hear me?" A chuckle, "Look at your face, you looked so fucking pretty sucking me down. I wish you could see yourself rigth now, so fucking wet and messy—all because of me."
Sakura nodded and hummed, vaugely aware that he turned off the vibration of the dildo and gently began to pull her off of it. She leaned heavily on the man, legs like jelly and chest heaving. Kakashi grabbed her chin and slipped his tongue along hers, the scalding skin of his cock rubbing against her as he rolled his hips. Sakura's hands began to rove over his skin, along his shoulders and over the muscle of his chest. Down to tightened abs, scratching nails down his sides, squeezing the skin along his hips. Leading her once again, he took her to the bedroom; kissing along the way, molding large hands over swollen breasts. Once he'd turn the lights on, Sakura watched as Kakashi quite literally rushed her; ducking down to scoop her up, hooking his arms to where she was slightly folded, either leg hooked over his elbows. His arms held her firm, despite her wishing she could bring her arms forward to hold him. Teeth nipped over her collar bone, Kakashi raising Sakura and curling his hips forward; slowly, ever so slowly sinking her down onto the swollen length of his cock. Sakura's mouth gaped open, the breath leaving her lungs as her pussy spread wide for the intrusion. Kakashi's eyes remained narrowed on Sakura's crumpled expression, a gutteral moan escaping snarling lips when he raised her up and let her drop down again. He began to increase the pace of raising her up and letting her fall; thrusting his hips up as she came down, moans harmonizing and sparks flying. Sakura's head was spinning, her body flushed and burning; her sex drenched and aching, overly sensitive and wailing for more. She writhed her hips as he rocked into her lanquidly, circled her hips just to see him hiss. She did it again, enjoying the way she had him at her mercy, despite being in a helpless position.
However, it didn't last for long.
In a flash, he ripped the bonds from her wrist and she was on the bed, her left leg splayed far out while he bent her rigth leg up, her knee close to her face. When Kakashi thrusted, they both let out moans drawn out and deep; the position and angle putting Kakashi deeper inside her than he's ever been. Kakashi pulled back and thrust in, gripping her leg harshly, groaning, "Fuck, Sakura. Do you feel my fat cock so far inside you?" He thrusted again, "What's it feel like, baby?" A thrust, "What's it feel like having me take up all your space. Your hot, tight little pussy all swollen and drenched just so I can fuck you from one orgasm to the next. Your body is made for my cock only," he growled, his thrusts increasing in pace and roughness. Sakura was screaming, hoarse and broken, with every hard rock of his body. Hips snapped into hers harshly, unrelenting as he shoved her closer and closer to that peak. He was unhinged in the way he fucked her, teeth scraping along the coloumn of her neck; biting the sides, feeling her shake and gasp. He'd dip his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, suck hard and flick his tongue across the hard bud. Sakura's body shook, and at the first clench of her pussy Kakashi moved again; rolling her lower half up to where both legs were now spread as wide as they could go, with her feet high in the air on either side of her. His arms held himself up on each side of her, his forehead touched hers. The fat tip of his cock pressed in, lowering himself deep into her body and bottoming out.
He remained there, locking his lips with hers; slowly dragging himself out to the tip, easing himself back in. Sakura's eyes were locked with his, unable to look away as they bore into her, stripped her of everything. Her mouth hung open wordlessly, sound leaving her body due to the intensity of the position. Her hands gripped his arms, her brows knitted as, even at his slow pace, orgasm was fast approching. Seeing this, Kakashi hummed, "You're mine to fuck, Sakura. Mine to kiss, mine to see, mine to hold." He rolled in, harder this time, Sakura whining so low and deep that his balls began to tighten. "No one else in this world can give me what you give me," he continued to growl. "No one else can give you what I can give you." He kept the pace intimate, the space intimate. She could feel every single inch of him sinking into her, shoving hard against the deepest spot in her; her pussy fluttering in preperation, her breath quickening.
"Yes," she hissed in agreement, trembling and desperate to cum. "Yes, it's yours. I'm yours." After several more pumps, her body gave a hard clench and she was shuddering. Seizing, clamping down on his thickness hard and milking him. Sakura was screaming, wailing at the top of her lungs as Kakashi snarled above her, emptying himself deep inside her, "I'm yours!" She cried, orgasm so intense, her trembling intense, her mind spinning. "I'm yours," A cadence, another prayer, "I'm yours."
"I'm yours."
"I'm yours."
"I'm yours."