She'd never felt so heartbroken before.

Men have come and gone in Sakura's life—but there had always been one man she could never shake.

Uchiha Sasuke.

From grade school, through high school, and uni—she only had eyes for him. Of course, she dated other guys; they were never serious. Winter companions, summer-time flings—relationships that held no real weight, and she knew it. Not because she was infatuated with the Uchiha, but because it was hard to come across a man that wasn't superficial. She wasn't sure what it was about the mysterious raven-haired man that made her feel like he was different from everyone else—but she felt it, deep in her gut she knew he had to treat his women right. She even bet that he was an amazing lover, just from the moment their eyes would lock in passing—even if only for a moment. Sakura longed for the man's attention; spent many nights going over in her head how she would ask him out, what their first kiss would be like, among other things...

She couldn't count on two hands how many times she got her rocks off to the thought of him.

When she was younger, this child-like infatuation was bad; but as the woman got older, became wiser and with more experience—she began to cast aside childish ideas. There were times she'd even kick herself for drooling over a man that paid her no attention—that never cast her a second passing glance. She decided going into her second year of college that she was going to throw away these old feelings; to give him the exact amount of attention that he gave her.

Which was practically none.

Obviously, when her friend was best friends with him, she still had to deal with seeing Sasuke; but just because she had to see him didn't mean she had to give him her attention. She could say hi to Naruto without saying hi to Sasuke—because he never said hi to her. She could hang out with Naruto without dealing with Sasuke—because he never dealt with her. Sakura felt proud of herself, in all honesty. She had let go of the man that gripped her mind for so long and moved on with her life as if he never existed—and really, it was quite easy. She was young, she was beautiful; she was smart, and she was fit. She had a place of her own instead of living in a dorm, she had a car she worked hard for; she juggled college full time along with a job. She went out often with her best friend Ino; she met guys, she took them home, she went about her merry way. Sakura understood that energy was a two-way street, and that she only gives what she was given.

She was happy.
She was thriving.

At the end of her second year, that's when she began to notice it; the subtle second glances, the random tick of his head in a nod of acknowledgement when Naruto came around to speak with her and Sasuke was in tow. In college, the only class they had together was a statistic class; but they never worked together. They weren't sat together, and they were never in groups together—until the end of the year. Sakura was set to share a project with Sasuke, as assigned by her teacher. Of course, she dreaded it. She dreaded having to break the dense silence that hung between them; dreaded having to converse with him, having to coax out of him words for the sake of work. But, when he was the first to break the silence; remarking that he liked her band shirt and thought being paired with her was a good idea since she was the smartest in class—everything changed.

Of fucking course it did.

Numbers were swapped, they met outside of school to go over their projects; having coffee, sharing soup and sweets. They had a month to work on their project, and in that time, Sakura grew to know a side of Sasuke that made her understand why Naruto stood by Sasuke's side as a loyal friend. The walls she worked so hard to build against the mysterious man came crashing down one late night on campus; the autumn wind blowing through the trees, the stars twinkling beautifully in the sky above. Their first kiss was a memory burned into every crevice of her mind, marred her and changed her forever. His lips felt so perfect over hers, a piece of the puzzle she'd never known she'd missed. His hand was a firm grip on her hip, pulling her frame closer to his; warming her petite frame with his. She remembered the burn in his onyx eyes when she pulled back and looked at him; the sincerity that seemed to drip in those dark depths, the want and need that simmered there.

She swore to the gods she'd never looked into eyes so deep.

It wasn't long until they began to date—from that moment on, to well after college. They spent countless holidays together, went through the process of meeting each other's families, and even decided on getting an apartment together. Sakura learned the man inside and out; the good, the bad, and the ugly. She opened herself up to him in a manner of which she's never allowed anyone in; she was vulnerable, she was raw. She loved him more than anything, to a fault. She was willing to bend over backwards for the man, whatever he needed she was there to support and love him.

She gave him nothing but her all.
Nothing but her heart.
Nothing but her soul.

After six years, she was positive he loved her, too.

Yet, six years had come and gone—and instead of a wedding ring, all she got was a stiff conversation at midnight after a long shift at work. She had come home after a rough day, there had been a nasty collision her and her team arrived at; two dead bodies and a sobbing mother later, all she wanted to do was take a hot shower to ease the stress she was carrying. Usually this late he's already in bed, so she was surprised to see him in the living room with the T.V. on, standing up and clicking it off when she called out to him.

"What are you still doing up?" Sakura pressed, brow knit in concern. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

Sasuke shook his head, "No, nothing happened. I just wanted to talk, if that was okay?"

Sakura frowned, "Can it wait until after my shower? I've had a really long day today."

Sasuke rubbed his hands together, walking past her to the kitchen and pulling out a chair, "Actually, no. It'd be great if we could talk now. I promise it won't take long."

Sakura squinted slightly, "Okay..." She sat down, pulling herself close to the table and propping her head on her hand; watching Sasuke pull out his own chair and sit across from her. She scowled, "Are you okay?"

Sasuke sighed, placing his hands flat on the table, "Sakura...you know I love you, right?"

"Yes," she answered simply, "I love you, too."

He smiled softly, continuing, "And you know that I think you're amazing and beautiful—you know you mean the world to me, right?"

"Uh-huh..." She drawled suspiciously.

He nodded, "Right, well...I'm saying all of this because I don't want you to beat yourself up."

"Why would I beat myself up?"

He raised his chin, "Well...Sakura...I've been thinking."

Her brow ticked, "About?"

"About us," he replied candidly, flicking his finger in the space between them. "Our relationship."

"Is there something wrong?" Sakura hummed, straightening.

Sasuke shook his head, "No, there's nothing wrong—as a matter of fact, it's great. It's just that...I mean, we've been together since college. All I've ever known is you—I didn't get out like you did. I was more reserved. And, I've been thinking..." He paused, brow pulling down as if to solidify his next choice of words. "I've been thinking that I don't want to settle."

Sakura started, "Excuse me?"

"We've been together for six years, Sakura—six years. In that time, I could have been out there doing what men my age do. I could have been dating, and partying, and-"

"I never once stopped you from partying," Sakura bit. "You never wanted to go out."

He huffed, scowl deepening, "What I'm getting at is that...and again, I love you, but...I feel like...I've wasted six years of my life on settling. I don't want to settle. I want to be a free man, I want to-"

"A free man?" Sakura echoed, incredulous. "You're seriously telling me you want to go out and fuck all around Japan because you feel like you wasted your time...with me? Was that really all of this was to you—a waste of time? Was I a waste of time?"

Sasuke frowned, expression frustrated, "No, Sakura—not you, just—this relationship."

Sakura stood, hands flat on the table, "This relationship includes me, Sasuke. What are you even getting at right now? Since when have you been feeling this way?"

Sasuke sighed, glancing up, "Honestly...for the past couple of years. I hung on because I thought I'd forget about it and it'd be just a phase, but..."

"But, what? I'm the fucking phase? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Don't talk to me like that," Sasuke rumbled, standing to his own feet.

Sakura scoffed, "Fuck you. You are seriously telling me that these years you spent with me were a waste of your time—and you want me to be sweet to you? What, you want me to just 'understand' and let you go do whatever—with no fucking consequence?"

Sasuke shook his head, gaze dropping to the floor, "I didn't want it to go down like this."

Sakura snorted, glaring at the man, "How the fuck else is it supposed to go down, Sasuke? You just told me that I was a waste of your time. How am I supposed to react?"

"I thought maybe you'd understand," he mumbled, shifting around her and making his way to the front door. "I thought...I don't know. I thought you'd see my side and understand how I was feeling."

Sakura rolled her eyes, "You want to end a six year relationship because you felt like it was a waste of time—time that you could have spent fucking and partying. What is there to understand, Sasuke? How about you understand why I'm upset. That makes me feel like I don't mean jack shit to you. It makes me feel like six whole years of building something are just pure garbage in your eyes. Like I don't matter."

"It's not that you don't matter, Sakura, it's just that...I don't want to settle."

Sakura placed the heels of her hands against her temples, head shaking and face burning. She blew out a breath of air, remarking lowly, "So, you're ending things because you don't want to settle. Is that it?"

"Yes."

Sakura opened her eyes, nodding, "Alright. Fine. But I don't want you here. Get the fuck out of my home."

Sasuke paused, "What?"

Sakura blinked, "You cannot seriously think I'm going to let you stay here after all of that, right?"

"But...this is my place, too. I'm on the lease."

"I'll take you off the lease," Sakura rebutted. "Get your shit and get out."

"But...we have the same phone bill. What-"

Sakura dug in her pocket, pulling out the phone and throwing it at Sasuke, "Here- I'll get my own."

Sasuke fumbled to catch it, dark eyes narrowing, "Are you really going to act like this right now?"

Sakura's brow raised, "Are you fucking kidding me? You just dumped me so you could get your dick wet. Of course, I'm going to act like this."

"It's not that, Sakura, it's-"

Sakura held her hands out on either side, "What else could it possibly be? You are either lying to me that you love me and our six years together have been a sham—or you don't care that we've spent six years together because you want to fuck whoever you want to fuck—which means it's still all a sham."

"Sakura-"

Sakura held up her hand, cutting him off, "I don't want to hear any more of it. I've heard enough. I want you to pack your shit right now and get the fuck out of my house. I don't care where you go—it doesn't fucking matter to me. I just want you out of here."

"It's midnight."

"I don't care."

Sasuke stared at Sakura for several beats until he submitted with a stubborn sigh, marching past her to the bedroom where she heard him begin to gather things together. Sakura stayed sat at the kitchen table, gazing at the wood and begging herself to hold it together until he left. An hour or so later, he was standing in the door way after tossing all his bags in his car; holding onto the knob, letting the silence hang between them for an immeasurable amount of time.

"You know I'll always love you, right, Sakura?"

Sakura scoffed, "You clearly never loved me, Sasuke. If you loved me, none of this would have even been a thought in your head. If you loved me, you wouldn't have been willing to throw six years down the drain." She picked her head up, glaring at him, "You never loved me—so stop lying."

He nodded, pulling at the door, "Goodbye, Sakura."

She gave him no response back; she let the door shut, waiting until she saw him leave the complex before she moved to her feet. Slowly, as if in a daze, Sakura went to her bathroom and turned on the shower; stripped herself of her clothes and stepped into the hot rain. She raised her head, letting the droplets pour over her; she clutched her breaking heart, sank to the floor, and sobbed into herself. She cried until there were no more tears and the water ran cold. She laid on the bed as naked as the day she was born, curling up with a pillow in her arms; her once full heart now a gaping maw, aching and betrayed.

She hated it.
She hated that he broke her heart so calmly; tenderly, as if he did love her.

What love was that—one who betrayed another?
What love was that- if she meant nothing to him?

It wasn't love.
It was a lie.

Six years she spent with someone who did nothing but lie to her—build her up to break her down in the simplest, most cruel way possible.

It took Sakura months to get back on her feet—emotionally.

While she was quick to remove him from the lease, get a new phone, and just remove him from her life in general—her heart was still shattered. Even Naruto, who loved Sasuke to no end, expressed his disdain for the raven-haired man—and chose to never bring him up around her again. What Sakura wanted to do was pick up and move somewhere where she could never possibly run into him—but Ino was always there to help her make sense of things.

Ino was always there.

Ino was the one who brought Sakura a break up kit that came with several types of ice cream, Sakura's favorite snacks, beers, and movies—along with a dildo and three different types of vibrators. She called Sakura multiple times throughout the day just to make sure she was doing okay—drug Sakura from her blanket cocoon to yoga classes and frequent gym work outs. Ino who took Sakura shopping for a whole new wardrobe, Ino who pressed Sakura to get out and have some fun—after all, it had been close to three months and it was time she had some fun.

To Ino, three months was three months too long of moping about.
To Ino, it was high time Sakura put on a tight dress and danced her hurt away.

And while to Sakura, she wanted nothing more than to be at home; here she was, heart still broken, wearing a dress that felt too tight in the middle of a popular club in downtown Tokyo.

The atmosphere of the club took on a neon-purple tint, with strips of pink and blue light speckled about; long rays of light swaying like fingers waving to the beat, tall circular stands with gogo dancers donned in white scanty outfits dancing their hearts out. There was a fairly large dancefloor that took the center with a mainstage just in front where a man with big sunglasses and a white hat spun at records and fiddled on a computer. On the sides of the dancefloor were tables and booths sectioned off, along with a bar that framed the front of the club; bartenders zooming about, easily taking a surplus of orders and serving drinks.

This place was crowded.

Sakura knew why Ino would choose a joint like this—there were so many bodies here, the busty blonde would surely have her pick of the litter. Bodies crowding booths, tables, the bar, and the dance floor. Sakura got lucky and managed to get a seat for her and Ino at the corner of the bar, considering it looked as if all the tables and booths were taken. The corner was just far off enough that the bartender could still see them, but not many people were coming around that way to get drinks. They had a decent view of the dance floor, along with some semblance of privacy so no one could listen in on their conversation—not that they could anyways, considering how loud the music was.

Ino was beautiful as always, wearing a deep blue dress that crisscrossed in the front and the back in thin strips that were tied into little bows, revealing smooth skin underneath. She wore heels that were two inches two high for Sakura's comfort, fishnet stockings that hugged her legs snugly. Big breasts swelled plush against the fabric of the dress, practically straining and demanding attention. Her blonde hair, usually in its signature high pony, fluttered down her back like a waterfall and swished in tandem with her swaying hips. It wasn't a wonder all eyes were on Ino the moment they stepped into the nightclub—she really was a sight to behold. Her arms were dusted with a fine glitter powder that made her sparkle under the light, high cheek bones dusted with just the right amount of blush; lashes thick and seductive.

Sakura knew Ino was definitely going to bring someone home by the end of the night.

Even if tonight was supposed to be about "her" and getting over Sasuke.

Ino nudge Sakura's side, wiggling her shoulders, "What do you think, hmm? Pretty cool place, huh?"

Sakura nodded, giving the club another look around, "Definitely interesting. I'd love to take a blacklight to the seats and see what glows."

Ino rolled her eyes dramatically, "Would you stop—we're here to have fun. Don't poop on your own party."

Sakura chuckled, nudging Ino back, "You know I'm just teasing. The place is pretty cool. I guess I just feel a little out of sorts. It's been a while since I've been to a nightclub."

"Well- you're here now!" Ino turned, grabbing the two shot glasses the bartender plopped in front of her; quickly ordering two more drinks before facing Sakura and handing her a glass. She raised it, smiling, "To finding a rebound."

Sakura huffed, "Rebounds aren't my thing, Ino. I'm just here to dance and have a good time. I just want to forget about him."

"Sure, sure," Ino hummed, nodding enthusiastically. "To dance and have fun—but," she raised a finger, "if a fine ass man happens to scoop you up—all I'm saying is don't fight it. You could probably go for a decent lay."

"My sex life was decent," Sakura replied. "At least, I thought it was."

Ino frowned, "There was a lot of things you thought were decent, Sakura—and he threw it away. Stop thinking about the good times and remember that it didn't mean shit to him in the end."

Sakura sighed, glancing down, "I know."

"Here, kick it back," Ino commanded, using her free hand to raise Sakura's shot glass to her mouth as she drank down her own.

Sakura kicked back her shot with a grimace, placing the glass on the bar counter and quickly grabbing for the other drink the bartender set in front of her; sipping down the sweet drink, washing away the bitterness of what she thought to be incredibly strong tequila.

Ino pressed herself against the bar, two fingers in the air as she asked for more shots.

Sakura blinked, chuckling, "You really are trying to get me drunk, aren't you?"

Ino cast Sakura a side glance, winking, "How else are you supposed to forget about him? Besides, you look way too hot in that dress to be wearing that sad expression. I want to see you laugh and smile, Sakura. A few shots should loosen you right up- I promise I won't let you get belligerently drunk. And after," she turned, smiling excitedly, "we can dance."

Sakura reached for the newest shot glass, raising it with Ino and humming back, "And after—we can dance."

The women drank down the bitter liquid, the beat of the building thrumming through their bodies as the night began.

Why he let his dipshit friends talk him into coming here—he'll never really know.

Maybe it was because they barged into his apartment, plucked his beloved book out of his hand, and quite literally drug him into the back seat of their car.

Maybe it was because he had holed himself away from the world for an immeasurable amount of time—even going as far as ignoring calls and text messages.

It's not that he was moping.
He'd like to think that he was taking the time to recharge his battery, considering the woman he had loved drained him of it completely.

He'd like to think he was completely able to handle himself in a situation such as this—even if he thought it would never happen to him.
Least of all, by her.

Now, Kakashi thought nightclubs were fun—but he had to be in a certain mood to go and deal with the masses that came with nightclubs. He considered himself a homebody, really—the perfect night consisted of his favorite beer and some smutty romance novel. He was a sucker for Jiraiya's works—porn with a plot, if you would. Going out and having to shove his way past swaying bodies really wasn't in his top ten, but for the sake of his friends, he was willing to put up with it for a night.

He had been, after all, ignoring them for weeks.

Again, not because he wanted nothing to do with them—but recharging was kind of tough if they demanded your attention all the time. Rather, listening to them tick off ways they could cut off his ex-best friend's balls was making it hard to get over what he was feeling. Listening to them prattle on about how much of a bitch she was did nothing for his healing—even if they were doing it to try to make him feel better. He simply didn't work like that. He just needed time to be alone—to process his emotions, come to terms with what's happened, let it go and move on.

Of course, they didn't think that would work.

They thought that he needed to find a woman—or several—to fuck, ASAP.

Again, he simply didn't work like that.

He wasn't about to use an innocent woman as a rebound just because the woman he loved left him for his best friend.
He wasn't about to drag someone else into his realm of loss just because she had cheated on him with the only man Kakashi had really considered a brother—aside from Guy, obviously.

These things happened, Kakashi figured; he just had the unfortunate happenstance of it being him. And yeah, it hurt—he had spent four years of his life with her. He had even taken time out of his day once to gaze at wedding rings, thinking she was the one.

Of course, he was terribly wrong.
Of course, his heart was broken.
Of course, his bed felt empty when he'd grown accustomed to the warmth of another beside him.

That didn't mean he go and sling his dick all across Japan because he's got a broken heart—just because he felt betrayed.

But, for the sake of his friends, he'd go out and dance.
Just dance.

The nightclub Genma decided to drag him to was one of Tokyo's most popular spots—and because Genma knew the bouncer, they got in without having to wait in a line that stretched around the block. Music vibrated from the floor through his heels, every which way he looked was a group of beautiful women and men eyeballing said women. People were tearing it up on the dancefloor, waitresses were swaying in between bodies with trays holding drinks for those in the VIP lounge. They had managed to find a booth big enough for their group, which consisted of himself, Genma, Sai, his friend Naruto he'd met at work, Guy, Asuma, Kiba, Shino, Shikamaru, and Choji. They were dressed fairly decent for a bunch of guys at a nightclub, though Kakashi really didn't have much time to get dressed considering they were all dragging him out of the house. He wore a simple grey shirt, dark blue jeans, and his favorite Chuck Taylor's. Maybe it wasn't dancing material, club material—he didn't care. He wasn't here to impress.

Choji squinted at the small drink menu, rumbling, "You think they got food here?"

Shikamaru cast Choji a side glance, "It's a club, not a diner. Besides, I thought you ate before we got here?"

"Fuck eating," Genma coined, grinning around his signature black straw. "I am parched—shots, anyone?"

Kiba nodded excitedly, "Count me the fuck in."

Genma leaned forward, reaching lightly for the elbow of a passing waitress, "Excuse me, ma'am- could we get shots, please?"

She smiled brightly, "Sure- how many?"

Genma glanced around, "Ten- but make them doubles, please."

"Doubles?" Asuma chuckled. "This early into the night?"

"I'm game," Naruto hummed with a pluck of his shoulder.

Guy clapped Kakashi on the back, simpering happily, "It's nice to see you out of the house, bud."

Kakashi snorted, "I mean—you did literally drag me out of the house. What choice did I have?"

Asuma grunted, "Ah- don't give us that shit. You were rotting away in that joint—consider this our good Samaritan act for the day."

"I was reading, not rotting away," Kakashi rebutted with a grin. "And since when did you ever care about your duties as a good citizen to Japan? Don't you have a warrant out for your arrest for fighting two cops?"

Asuma grinned, winking, "Life is a balancing act, my friend."

"Yeah, and if anyone needs to learn how to balance shit—it's you, Kakashi," Kiba remarked pointedly. "You can't just abandon us because your balls got stomped on."

"Yeah," Choji agreed with a nod. "You were avoiding us."

Kakashi sighed, leaning back into his seat to make room for the waitress who began depositing shot glasses, "I wasn't avoiding anybody. I just needed time to recollect myself."

Shikamaru deadpanned, "So, you don't answer our calls—or texts? I distinctly remember us dropping by your house a couple times to—with no answer. You're lucky Genma here still has a spare from that time he dog-sat for you."

Genma waved haughtily, "It's true, I do."

Kakashi chuckled, "I'll need that back, by the way."

"So you can ditch us again?" Genma rang, plucking up his shot glass. "No way."

"Look, I'm sorry—okay?" Kakashi began, quickly drinking down his shot and setting the glass on the table. "I just...needed time. There's nothing else I can say."

Sai nodded, "We may be busting your balls—but we understand."

Naruto glanced around, confused, "Why are you busting his balls? Why did he abandon you?"

Kiba leaned forward, lips still wet from his shot, "Kakashi's girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend—and left him for his best friend."

Naruto's face scrunched up, "Ouch- I'm sorry, man. That's rough. How long were you together for?"

"Four years," Asuma answered before Kakashi could.

Naruto hissed, as if in pain, "Ah- I'm sorry. It's heartbreak hotel out here. I have a friend who, after six years, her dude left her because he didn't want to settle or some shit. I was actually, like, best friends with him—but after all that, I haven't really hung out with him."

Shikamaru shrugged, "People are fucked up. It happens. What matters, is that we are here and now. It's time to forget about those assholes and have a good time."

Genma gave Shika a finger gun, "Amen. More shots?"

Kiba nodded, jumping in his seat, "Shots! Do another round of doubles—I don't want to feel my face by the end of the night."

After three more rounds of shots, Kakashi was beginning to feel relaxed. Warmth spread through him as the alcohol began to take over; laughing among his friends, teasing Kiba for his odd taste in women, and bringing up that time Genma peed on an electric fence. The night went on and the music began to become infectious; the eyes of men gazing out into the crowd of dancing bodies, the men talking about who they were gonna ask to dance.

Kiba pointed to a shorter woman with brilliant red hair, "What about her?"

Naruto scrunched up his nose again, "She kinda looks like my mom. Pass."

"Okay, but her," Shikamaru drawled with a lazy grin, "the one in the booty shorts and blonde hair. She's a sight for sore eyes."

Genma chuckled, eyebrows quirked, "Yah- and definitely out of your league."

Shikamaru's own brow rose, "You wanna bet money I can get her to dance with me?"

Asuma quickly dug in his pocket, slamming some cash on the table, "This much says she dances with you."

"You're betting on him?" Kiba chuckled, pulling out a couple bills from his pocket. "She's way too hot for his pony-tail having ass."

"I wouldn't underestimate the pony tail," Kakashi replied cheekily. "Women probably wanna see what he looks like with his hair down." He pulled out his own cash and piled it on top of Asuma's stack, "I'm betting on Shika."

"Well, it's all of us betting against Shika," Sai replied, handing Genma some of his money. "You two are gonna be sad sacks of shit when this is over with."

Kakashi leaned over and shook Shikamaru's shoulder, "Don't let these haters get to you, dude. You go out there and charm her with your wits or whatever useless fact you've got stored in that big fuckin' brain of yours."

Kiba guffawed, "Yeah- tell her that you're good at board games."

Shika's eyes narrowed playfully, "You can't even pronounce Shogi." The men filed out, allowing Shikamaru to get out of the booth; rolling his shoulders back and cocking his head before he turned to the men, remarking, "I'll see you guys later—or maybe I won't, who knows."

The men watched Shikamaru walk rather calmly towards the woman; chuckling to each other when he started to dance in the space around her, totally focused on himself as if she didn't exist. Seconds passed before her eyes were on him, a smile playing on the edge of her lips. Shikamaru stepped to the left, pausing to glance up at the woman; the corner of his mouth flicked up into a devious grin. His mouth formed words none of the men could hear, his body beginning to dance to the left and the right. The woman leaned forward, tapping her left foot, and then leaned back; tapping her right foot. Arm above her head, she began to follow Shika's lead easily; the hair from her blonde pony tails flicking with each movement. Shika moved in closer, muttering something to her that had her head kick back in laughter. He pointed at the table the men were at, saying something that had her turning and facing them; waving with a smile before she turned and looped her arms behind his neck.

Kiba slammed his hand on the table, "Fuck!"

Asuma laughed loudly, snatching the money from Genma's hand; counting it out and splitting half with Kakashi, "You sorry sons of bitches. Shika's got game—women love dudes like him."

"Whatever," Genma waved fecklessly. "If Shikamaru can pull a hottie like that, then we're all in for a good time tonight."

"Speaking of hotties," Sai began, eyes like saucers, "who is that?"

Multiple sets of eyes followed Sai's line of sight; a busty blonde donned in a deep blue dress, dancing away from the bar, and seemingly talking to someone they couldn't see behind the crowd of people. She was waving her arm, as if coaxing someone to her.

"You're too late," Genma remarked. "It looks like she's dancing with someone else."

The blonde paused in her dancing, head back in a bubble of laughter that has Sai practically drooling on the table. She twirled in the spot, dropped low to the beat, and brought her body back up slow; laughing again, beckoning again.

Kiba slapped Sai's shoulder, "Dream on, lover boy. You're wearing a crop top—you definitely have no shot at love."

"Who is she talking to?" Sai commented, ignoring Kiba. "Her boyfriend? Some guy?"

"Must be," Asuma shrugged. "She's laughing a lot."

Suddenly, she reached forward; disappearing for a second behind the crowd of bodies before she was seen backing out of it; hands in front of her, tugging with a scowl formed on her face. Breaking through behind the crowd was another woman, with curled pink hair wearing a pastel pink crop top that connected in small straps to a pastel pink skirt. She wore small heels, the muscle of her calves tight as she stepped into view; the muscle of her midsection taut, flexing with her laughter and cinched waist. The blonde pulled her into her arms; grinding around her, hands on her shoulder, moving her body to the beat. She leaned in and whispered something in the rosette's ear that had the pink-haired woman shaking her head and smiling.

"Girlfriend?" Kiba piqued with immense interest.

Naruto leaned forward, squinting, "Hey...I know her!"

Heads snapped to Naruto, Guy remarking in surprise, "You know her?"

Naruto nodded, "Yeah- and I think I sort of know her friend, too." Naruto stood, waving and shouting loudly, "Sakura-chan! Sakura!"

The pink haired woman paused, glancing around in confusion. The blonde pulled away, scowling into the crowd; poking the other female's side and pointing at Naruto. The pinkette smiled brightly, grabbing the blonde by the hand and heading their direction.

"Oh, fuck," Kiba ran a hand through his hair. "How do I look?"

"Like shit," Genma replied.

Naruto turned quickly, muttering to the men, "Hey- whatever you do, maybe don't come onto the pink-haired one, okay?"

"Why?" Kiba scowled.

"She's the friend I was telling you about—the one who was in the six year relationship. The wound is still pretty fresh—so, please—just let her enjoy her night. I've seen her mad and believe me, it's not pretty."

"What fucking idiot would dump her?" Kiba exclaimed in surprise.

"A fucking idiot," Kakashi remarked.

The conversation died as the women approached; Naruto leaping out of the booth to embrace Sakura warmly. Sakura hugged back just as tightly, humming sweetly before pulling back and grinning at the man.

"I'm surprised to see you here," she sang.

Naruto chuckled, "Yeah- well, I'm friends with Sai over here," Naruto pointed to Sai, "and he invited me out with his friends."

Ino glanced at Sai, "Is it a special occasion?"

Sai noticeably swallowed, "We're taking our friend out because he got cheated on."

Genma slapped Sai's shoulder, "Dude!"

Sai turned to Kakashi, "I'm sorry—she just has this power over me, I don't know what happened."

Kakashi sighed and smiled, "It's okay, Sai."

Ino giggled, circling her arm around Sakura's waist and pulling her close, "What a coincidence, I brought Sakura out so she could forget about her shitty ex."

Sakura reeled, scowling at Ino, "Ino."

Ino shrugged, "I'm just saying—it's a coincidence, that's all."

"That was none of their business."

Genma laughed, "Hey- don't beat yourself up about it. We've all been there. We're just here to have a good time, right?"

Ino pointed at Genma, "Right! Sakura and I were about to dance, anyone care to join us?" She glanced down at Sai, grinning sweetly, "Crop-top? Wanna dance with me?"

"No way..." Kiba muttered, disbelief written across his features.

Sai took Ino's hand, moving to his feet, "I would love nothing more."

"I know," Ino sang. "Sakura- you gonna dance?"

Sakura gave a weak smile, "I'm gonna get another drink—you go on without me."

"Okay, but if you're not on the dancefloor in ten minutes I'm coming for your ass," Ino warned, dragging an all-too-willing Sai into the sway of bodies.

Sakura smiled at the men, waving, "Well- it was nice meeting you." She turned on her heel, eyes following the swish of her hips as she disappeared into the mass of bodies.

Kakashi's body jolted at the hard shove of his shoulder. He turned, blinking at Asuma who was looking at him like he was a fucking idiot. "What?"

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Asuma guffawed. "Go talk to her."

"You heard Naruto," Kakashi replied. "She's here to have fun, not be harassed."

"Listen, this is the perfect chance," Genma pointed out. "You're out of a relationship—she's out of a relationship. You could give each other company."

Kakashi shook his head, "I'm not doing that."

"Fine," Kiba bit, shoving Asuma so he could get out of the booth. "If you don't, I will."

Kakashi deadpanned, "Kiba, leave the poor woman alone."

Kiba shook his head stubbornly, "I'll tend to her broken heart."

Kakashi sighed, easily sliding out of the booth, "Fine- I'll go talk to her."

Genma laughed, "There he is."

"Only if you fucks promise to leave her alone," Kakashi expressed. "Seriously, I don't want to see a single one of you trying to dry hump her."

Asuma placed two fingers on his chest, "Scouts honor."

Kakashi rolled his eyes, turning on his own heel and making his way to where he thought she might be.

Of course, he wasn't going to bother her. But he knew if he didn't make it seem like he was trying to talk to her, she'd get an earful of it from Kiba all night—and he knew that in itself was a miserable experience. He figured he could in some sense be her guard. As long as he was sort of where she was, she wouldn't be bothered—by his friends, at least. He knew what it meant to just want space and time to adjust however one needed to.

Plus, he empathized with her.

Her heart was probably shattered into a thousand tiny pieces like his was.

The last thing she needed was some guy drooling over her shoulder in hopes of getting laid.

As Kakashi maneuvered himself around the people, pink hair was what came into view; sat at the corner of the bar, just off enough that no one was really going to bother her. Keeping his distance, Kakashi managed to snag a seat just a couple away from her; hand in the air, flagging the bartender and asking for a beer. He took in his surroundings casually, noting the red strip of light that lined the bar appeared to be peeling off where he was sat; making him wish he had glue or something to stick it back. He pressed the plastic tube hard against where it was supposed to be lined, running his thumb along it and pulling back with a satisfied smirk; his smile falling when it popped out of place.

"It's no use," came a sweet hum. "I've been trying to fix it all night."

Kakashi glanced up to see Sakura gazing at him with what looked like mirth in her eyes. She had her face in a hand, a drink in the other; looking buzzed but bored. Her make up was light and pretty, long lashes brushing along high cheek bones when she blinked. Her lips looked wet and pink, the dark pink of her eyeshadow matching them. She really was a sight for sore eyes, a brilliant bright pink standing out among the dusty purple of the club.

Kakashi chuckled, "Ah- I know. I just can't help it. My OCD gets the best of me and it's like I have to fix it."

She smiled, giving an understanding nod, "I'm the exact same way. Sometimes I'll work on a project from morning to sundown if it's not the exact way I want it."

"And people say we're crazy," Kakashi teased, his own smile lifting when she gave a light chuckle.

She jerked her head, "You can come closer, I'm not going to bite."

Kakashi raised a brow, "Ah, well—I just wanted to give you space, everything considered. As a matter of fact, the only reason I came over here was to make sure the guys back there didn't harass you. They were begging me to go talk to you, but I figured as much the last thing you wanted was to be hit on."

Sakura's head cocked to the side, "How noble of you."

Kakashi gave a two fingered salute, "All in a day's work."

"Don't you want space, too?"

Kakashi tilted his head left and right, "I do—rather, I did. Or I have, I guess." He chuckled and sighed, "They literally dragged me out of the house."

Sakura giggled, jerking her head towards Ino's direction, "Same here. She threw this dress on me, shoved these shoes on my feet, and is doing her hardest to make sure I'm having a good time."

"For the record, you look great," Kakashi admitted, kicking himself.

Was he flirting?

To his surprise, her smile widened, "Good, because I did want to come in sweats."

Kakashi tossed his head back and nodded knowingly, "They're your best friend. Sweats don't judge you. They're always there for you."

Sakura leaned forward, hands held out on either side and head bobbing as she spoke, "They don't care if you downed two bags of chips and three tubs of ice cream."

"Thank you," Kakashi sang, head cocked.

She laughed again, waving, "Seriously, you can sit closer. I can honestly barely hear you."

Kakashi stood, moving to the seat next to her and plopping himself down. He reached for his drink the bartender had set down, taking a quick swig before speaking, "I'm sorry, by the way. For what happened. Naruto told us, because he was relating to what happened to me and uh...I'm sorry. That's rough."

Sakura glanced down at the bar top, fiddling with the bottom of her glass, "I'm sorry, too. Being cheated on is..."

"Shitty?" Kakashi finished.

"For lack of better words."

Kakashi plucked a shoulder, "It is what it is."

Sakura sighed, "I wish I could just be so chill about it like you are."

Kakashi shook his head, "Oh, no—don't get it twisted. I was holed up in my apartment for weeks. She quite literally broke my heart, but—here I am, trying to move on and do my best."

Sakura gave a low laugh, "I moped around for months. Ino was the one who drug me out as much as possible."

"She sounds like a good friend."

She nodded, "A great one, albeit crass. Can you believe she wanted me to find a rebound?"

Kakashi snorted, rolling his eyes, "Same here. The guys insist that I get laid and that it'll solve all my problems." He took another drink, "I don't do rebounds."

Sakura leaned in, "Neither do I!"

Kakashi raised his drink, smiling, "Cheers to being the oddball out."

Sakura tinked her glass with his, taking a considerable drink from her glass until it was emptied. She glanced towards the bartender, waving for another. Her cheeks were a soft pink from the booze in her system, and Kakashi found himself quite liking the color pink.

"Well, while we're here—let's just have fun and forget about those who have done us wrong," Sakura hummed, raising her new drink.

Kakashi raised his own, "To heartbreak."

She giggled, emerald eyes shimmering, "To heartbreak."

An hour or so passed like this; Kakashi and Sakura chatting up a storm, getting drinks, and cheering to things they had in common—which happened to be a lot. He learned that she was a sucker for chick flicks and he told her about her horrible smutty romance addiction. They were now several drinks in when they had this conversation.

Pink brows raised, her nose wrinkled, "But his works are literally just porn."

Kakashi shook his head in disagreement, "You've got to read in between the lines. There's always a hidden message there, a deeper meaning."

Sakura deadpanned, "Yeah, I don't think fucking your teacher really has a hidden meaning. It just means that Jiraiya was a horny old man."

Kakashi guffawed, "Okay, but you've got to admit—those sex scenes are good."

Sakura jut out her lower lip, "Eh- they're so so. Have you read Maki's works? Now that-" she pointed a finger at his shoulder, "that is good, quality literature. Not only do you have steamy sex scenes, but the plot is to die for. I'm at the edge of my seat the entire time—in more ways than one."

"I've read Maki's works," Kakashi hummed, grinning. "I think they're kind of tacky, no?"

Sakura snorted, "And Jiraiya's isn't? Besides, Jiraiya's version of dirty talk is so..." Her face scrunched up, "typical."

Kakashi hummed, finishing off his drink, "Typical?"

"Yeah," Sakura nodded, polishing off her own, "typical."

"And what necessitates typical dirty talk?"

She plucked a shoulder, grinning, "You know, like—typical. Shit you hear every day."

Kakashi snickered, his face hot, "I'm sorry—you're going to have to elaborate. I thought the dirty talk was dependent on the giver and the receiver—I didn't know there were categories to it, let alone typical."

Sakura gave a long huff, "You know exactly what I mean. Just the boring, typical," her feminine voice struggled to lower an octave as she spoke, imitating a man, "'oh, you like that?' Or, 'yeah, baby- so good.'" She snorted, "Boring, that's not what women want to hear. Now, Maki—Maki knows dirty talk. I mean, have you read her latest book By the River?"

Kakashi smirked, dark eyes twinkling, "I don't think I have."

She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning forward, "Well, first thing tomorrow, go to your nearest bookstore and find it." She leaned back, making explosion expressions with her hands, "Amazing."

Kakashi chuckled, "I'll make a mental note to do just that. You better not let me down—I'd hate to spend money on a book that sucks. I'm trusting you."

Sakura placed a hand on her heart, "You can trust me. Smutty books are my thing."

"It's nice to meet someone else who appreciates them," Kakashi commented easily. "I was starting to think I was the only one."

"No, sir—I'm right there with you."

"You seem to be with me on a lot of things tonight," Kakashi hummed, the alcohol making him feel bold; uninhibited.

She smiled, white teeth glittering, "It seems to be that way. Who knows, maybe this is the start of our very own love story. Just think about it," she placed her face in her hand, "two heart broken people meet at a dusty nightclub—dance their hearts away and fall in love."

"Is this a Maki novel or a Jiraiya one?"

She blushed, "Maki, all the way."

Kakahi glanced at the dance floor, "Speaking of dancing, neither one of us have done that tonight. Care to dance?"

Sakura bit on her lip, gazing out into the bodies of people. She turned her attention back to Kakashi, "Absolutely."

She stood to her feet in a single leap, reaching out to take his large hand in her smaller one; dragging him over to a darker corner of the dance floor. She let go of his hand, hips swaying left and right as the music thrummed through them; arms in the air, eyes closed looking blissfully happy. Kakashi moved in his own cadence, dancing with Sakura with an ease that only liquid courage could give him. She opened her eyes, pupils blown out and her body slowing as the music took on a slow, sensual beat. Her shoulders shimmied, her hands roved over the curves of her body. Kakashi moved in an inch in her space, swaying his body opposite of hers, giving her the room to make any moves she needed to make.

He really had no idea what he was doing.

All he knew was that he clicked with a woman he couldn't seem to tear his eyes from.

All he knew was that he'd laughed more in a single night than he had over a matter of weeks.

All he knew was that the sweet pucker of her lips drew his gaze every time she spoke.

Kakashi was by no means drunk—however, he was definitely buzzed. He could say the same for Sakura, because it appeared that she was still able to focus and speak normally. There was no stumbling or sloppiness in her actions, only that the stiffness in her shoulders seemed to relax. She twirled her body in circles, the tight sway of her ass drawing his gaze with each pass. With her back to him, she began to roll her body, as if backing into Kakashi's larger frame. Kakashi moved in closer, an inch of space separating the heat between their bodies; the electricity that hummed there. She looked back over her shoulder, swirling her hips back far enough that the front of his body caught it easily. He leaned forward, hands barely ghosting over her; over her arms, down her side, the backs of her hips. She straightened, an arm coming to wrap around the back of his head and close the space between them; the smoldering heat of her skin practically lighting him on fire. Every roll and sway of her dancing hypnotized him, his hands tickling the skin of her thighs before holding firm to her hips; pulling her body tighter to his, dancing in waves with her, muttering darkly in her ear.

"Was this in our book, too?"

"Yes," she replied breathlessly.

He hummed, his hand flattening across her tight stomach; bending her over slightly, rolling her body with his as slow as he possibly could. He drug his body with the motion, felt every curve of her ass as she pressed herself into him. She was seducing him, he realized; maybe without even knowing it. She was pulling him in with her breathless little noises, mixing up his mind to where she was all he could think about. Her hand fluttered down to his, grabbing it and roving it over her hip.

Kakashi moved his hand across her collar bone, clutching her throat and turning her head to rumble in her ear, "You know...if this were a Jiraiya novel, things would get quite dirty very fast."

Sakura's breath hitched, her hands coming up to fist in his hair on either side, "Too bad it's a Maki novel."

"And what's the difference?" He grinned, biting his lip when her plush rear teased his twitching cock.

She tugged him by his hair, pulling his face to the left side of hers; plush lips grazing his ear as she remarked, "Maki novels are dirtier."

Kakashi nuzzled his nose into the dip behind her ear, gripping her tighter, "Is that so? I guess I'll have to read one of her new books, then."

"Or," Sakura hummed, turning in his hold and moving to her tip-toes; gripping his shoulders, pressing her body against his and whispering in his ear, "you could take me home and find out."

Every single fiber of her body was alit with a feeling she hadn't felt in ages.
Evey single cell of her body pulsed with her drumming heartbeat, heating her up and burning her from the inside out.

Sakura had no idea why she was dancing with a total stranger.
She had no idea why she was dying for those large hands to touch her.
Why she imagined those lips kissing her.

She wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but she wasn't drunk—just buzzed. She wanted to blame it on the heartache, and maybe in some semblance the feeling of having someone touch her was there—but it was something more. Something about the handsome, silver haired man reeled her in. It was in the way he smiled and dimples formed, the glint of his canines having her wishing he could scrape them along her neck. It was in his understanding gaze, deep dark eyes that smoldered with thoughts she couldn't seem to decipher. He was light, a breath of fresh air and equally mysterious, someone she couldn't seem to peg.

Whatever it was, she knew this much—she wanted him.

Every inch of her body, the space in between her legs, throbbed at the idea of being touched by him. He was devilishly handsome, the feline shape of his eyes eerily astute as if he was looking right through her. As the night went on, she couldn't help but catch the way his dark gaze draped over her; hugged her frame and made her skin hot.

And while the sensible part of Sakura said this was a mistake—that she shouldn't do this—she didn't care.

He was fun.
She wanted fun.

He was free.
She wanted free.

There was dark promise in the depths of his eyes as they sat in the back of a taxi, a dark undertone in his words as they spoke about the top then movies they hated the most. She wanted nothing more than to reach across the dense space and kiss him—but making out in the back of a taxi seemed juvenile, and she didn't want to make the taxi driver feel awkward. She supposed neither did he, considering he did well to not cross the space between them, save for a hand on her knee that sent liquid heat pooling to her core in an instant. Even as he spoke, her thoughts moved to dirtier places; imagining what he sounds like when he moans, the cadence of a bed post slamming against the wall.

On top of it all, she had a strange sense of trust towards the man.

Sakura felt deep in her gut, she knew, he would cause her no harm. Everything had been on her terms tonight, if anyone was pushing the bar—it was Sakura.

The taxi pulled up to a house nestled in a very nice neighborhood, with a cute garden in the front, and a big tree. The pair got out of the taxi, Kakashi quickly paying and watching as the driver took off. Sakura gazed at the baby blue house, grinning, "Is this your parent's place?"

He chuckled, grabbing her hand and beginning to walk her to the entrance of the house, "Nope. It's mine."

"You're 28 and you already have a house?"

He plucked a shoulder, digging keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door as he spoke, "I've got a decent enough job."

"Remind me, what do you do again?"

He smiled over his shoulder, opening the door and gently pulling her in, "I'm a firefighter."

Sakura rolled her eyes, "Har-har, nice one."

He snickered, shutting the door behind her and flicking on the light, "I'm being serious."

"Yeah," Sakura began, peering around the place, "and I'm the Queen of England."

Hot breath billowed on the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine, "A queen, hmm? I suppose I'll have to do my best to impress, your highness." Hands ghosted over her hips, and suddenly Sakura was nervous.

It had been years since she'd slept with someone that wasn't Sasuke.
Was she really prepared for this?

Feeling her apprehension, Kakashi carefully turned her to face him, "If you don't want to do this, Sakura—just say so. You won't hurt my feelings."

She bit on her lip, "It's not that...I guess it's just been awhile since...it's been with someone else, you know."

He nodded, grinning, "Yeah, I know."

"And I don't do rebounds."

"Neither do I."

"Then what is this?" Sakura pressed, finding herself allured by his face. He was even more handsome in the light, with cheekbones and lashes that would make any woman cry.

Kakashi hummed, gazing up at the ceiling, "It's our love story, remember?"

Sakura chuckled, "Right..."

"To be honest, I don't know what this is," Kakashi answered candidly, meeting her gaze. "All I know is I really want you."

Sakura's body began to tremble, her chest now pressed tight against his; his hands holding the back of her hips. She picked her head up, searching dark eyes, "I...I want you, too. I've wanted you all night."

He smiled, dazzling her, "Then, let's clear the air. No weight, nothing behind what we do tonight. Let's just be two people wanting each other."

Sakura nodded, "I can do that."

"You are so pretty," Kakashi hummed, gripping her chin and angling her head up. "You look so much prettier in the light. You're blinding me."

"Don't butter me up," Sakura replied softly. "I'm already wet."

He paused, blinking before leaning down slowly to mold his lips with hers; soft and hard, giving and taking. Sakura's arms came up to wrap around him, pulling his large body closer to hers; exhaling sharply when his tongue wiggled its way past the gate of her lips and into the cavern of her mouth. His free hand moved down, cupping the globe of her behind and jutting his hips into hers; biting on her lower lip and sucking, teeth scraping along her sensitive skin and dragging—Sakura emitting a soft whine that went straight to his cock.

He pulled back, husky as he spoke, "You're already wet?"

She nodded, lips wet and dazed.

Kakashi leaned in, scraping his teeth along the hollow of her neck and murmuring, "Show me."

"Huh?"

He grinned, releasing her and dropping to his knees in front of her, eyes fixed on the center of her skirt, "Show me."

Sakura felt her heart leap in her chest and excitement tingle across her flesh. She giggled, running her hands down her sides slowly; dipping them under her skirt to hook her fingers in the bands of her skimpy panties. She drug them down, past her knees, and stepped out of them; flicking them on Kakashi's face.

He rubbed his finger and thumb along the wet fabric, nearly moaning as he spoke, "You ruined your panties, honey."

Sakura gave a low hum, both hands fisting the edge of her skirt and slowly pulling the material up; an internal part of her disbelieving that she was doing what she was. She couldn't help it. Dancing with him turned on parts of her that were too strong for her to ignore. She couldn't feel insecure even if she tried, not with the way those dark eyes were gazing at her—as if he'd devour her in an instant.

"That's it," he cooed, scooting closer. "Show me your pretty little pussy."

"You're dirty," Sakura admonished softly.

Eyes picked up to meet hers, voice roughish as he replied, "You make me dirty."

Sakura felt her cheeks flush, the cool air of his house washing across the skin of her thighs; flow into the open space her skirt left. She pulled the skirt up, revealing the hot sex of her body that ached just from the burn of his gaze. A part of her wanted to feel embarrassed—ashamed that she was revealing the most secret part of herself to a man who barely knew her. But then she saw the look of pure reverence in his eyes; peering at her as if he'd never seen something so beautiful—her stomach clenched and her knees wanted to knock.

Kakashi shook his head, reaching forward to cup a hand over each kneecap, "No, ma'am. I want you just like this..." He spread her legs further apart, moving in closer to her sex, and looking up at her with a twinkle in his gaze, "You're pink everywhere, huh?"

Sakura opened her mouth to speak, to reply with something witty and sexy—but the words left her the moment a hot tongue parted her slick petals and circled the humming button that was her clit. His left hand raised her left leg over his shoulder, hands wrapping around to grip the back of her hips as her back arched; wet muscle digging deeper into her, lapping at her, and tasting her. Sakura's head tipped back, a delicate moan vibrating from the middle of her chest. Her hand came out to knot in the silver shock of hair, her hips rolling forward and rocking back; the tip of his tongue flicking up and down over her sensitive nub. He angled her hips, running his tongue from her ass to the top of her pussy; burying his face into her, dragging his face through her folds, and moaning into her. Sakura had never felt so thoroughly eaten, so desperately devoured. Her soft moans were turning into deeper groans, her hips jutting forward with soft cries punctuating each action.

"Right there," she rasped, fingers tugging hard at his scalp. "Fuck, right there—please, yes."

He pulled away, kissing the delicate skin of her sex, "You've got the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever had. I could eat you all day, honey—I could tongue fuck you until my teeth rot, you're so goddamned sweet."

Sakura's breath came in husky pants, her legs trembling and her body aching for more. She grabbed him by the face, pulling him up and kissing him roughly; moaning into his mouth when he jut his tongue along hers, tasting herself on him, smelling herself all around him. Kakashi brought his hand up, pressing two fingers into Sakura's mouth; groaning when she sucked and flicked her tongue along the twin digits. He carefully pulled them out and drug his wet fingers down her body; rubbing tender circles over her pearl before inserting the two fingers deep inside her. Sakura's breath caught at the intrusion, her pussy clamping hard over his fingers, her body shaking when he gave several pumps. Kakashi's mouth was all over her; her lips, her jaw, her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone. He nipped at her skin; sucked on the tender flesh of her neck, bit and scraped his teeth just enough that chills were running down her spine. He kissed her, sucking on her tongue and driving his fingers deeper into her; swallowing her moan, sucking in her breath, consuming her entirely.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from her hot body; the immediate loss felt as her pussy clenched on nothing. He scooped her up bridal style, kissing her deeply before he moved; past the living room, around a corner, and into a bedroom. He set her down gently on the bed and flicked on the lights, pulling his shirt off his body and stripping himself of his pants. Sakura followed suit, ripping her top off and disconnecting the straps; hands rushing to push her skirt down until Kakashi spoke up.

"No. I want to fuck you with the skirt on."

His body was immaculate. Sinewy muscle, veins that ran tantalizingly, and a thick cock that bobbed proudly. She could see the trail of silver hair dip in between the V shaped muscle, the strength in his thighs, hip bones that stood out deliciously.

Sakura said nothing, she merely watched as he began to stalk towards her; dark gaze burning, his hand cupping a breast with thumbs brushing over pert nipples. He licked his lips, dipping his head to suck on a nipple with a slow drag; closing his eyes when she moaned as if it was the most beautiful sound in the world. Sakura's hands framed his head, her eyes closed and her legs widening to accept him. Kakashi sat up, kissing her twice before grabbing her hips to adjust her; placing her on her stomach, her head at the end of the bed. Open mouthed kisses were planted from each leg, nibbles on each cheek, and tongue burying itself into the back of her pussy before kissing up the length of her spine; breath billowing into her ear, teeth grazing her earlobe. A hand grabbed the top of her head, turning it to where she was facing a mirror that hung on the door. She could see his big body looming behind hers, the beauty in his fair skin, and the freckles that dotted just one shoulder.

Kakashi leaned down, humming darkly, "I want you to see how pretty you look when I fuck you. I want to see your face when I press my cock in you. I want to see you take it all and break apart for me—can you do that, honey?"

"Yes," Sakura managed to squeak.

He kissed her temple, "Are you on birth control?"

"I am."

He smiled, nibbling on her shoulder, "Good. Because, I really want you to take it all—my cock, my cum, everything. Can you do that for me?"

Sakura shook, her fists clenching at the blanket, "If you'd give it to me already."

He chuckled lowly, pulling away from her. Sakura's eyes picked up to the mirror, his own dark gaze locked with her. She felt his hands adjust her legs just enough—she felt the hot head of his cock rub along her petals, she watched as he pumped himself before leaning over her.

Then she felt it.

The green eyes in the mirror threatened to shut when he first pushed himself inside—but there was a chide from above, a command to keep her eyes open; so she did. She felt her body part for his thick member, she felt her pussy flutter around him as he pushed deep within her; his hand flattening on her lower back and pressing her into the mattress. She watched his features contort to one of focus and pleasure, a low hum of a moan running past his lips when he bottomed out. He remained there for several beats as he body adjusted to him, hand flexing over her hip. Kakashi grinned at her reflection, "You look so good with my cock inside you. Look at your pretty face, look at you when I do this-"

Kakashi pulled his hips back and snapped them forward roughly, warranting a sharp cry from Sakura. He repeated the action, driving his length into her in a steady pace; grunting over her, his other hand wiggling between her body and the mattress to cup her pussy—her clit rubbing against his hand each time he pumped into her. Sakura's cries once soft were now heady moans, a sharp cry ripping itself from her throat each time he rocked into her; hitting a beat only their bodies knew, her canal clenching him tighter and tighter.

The coil in Sakura's body was already wound—from the moment he tasted her, she was on the precipice of falling over the edge. Every nerve in her being hyper-aware of the kisses he'd drop on her skin; of the slow roll of his hips, the flex of his muscles as he moved within her. She struggled to rock, to add more pressure to her clit—her mouth opening, the words leaving her lips before she could even register it.

"Fuck me harder, please fuck me harder," she was begging, a sobbing mess unable to do anything besides take the torture he was giving her.

Kakashi slowed, pulling his hips back and jamming them forward even harder; Sakura's whine filling the space of the room, the slapping of their flesh echoing along the walls. His brow was pulled in the center, eyes practically on fire as he fucked her with abandon. Sakura could feel it—she could feel her pussy gearing up for an orgasm, the tension in her muscles, and the anticipation that rose. Not removing his gaze from hers in the mirror, Kakashi rammed his cock into her deep; shoved it in hard and long, pressing against a spot that had Sakura seizing in an instant. She felt her body shudder, her spine, toes, and fingers curl; she cried out loudly, trembling all over and shaking violently. Kakashi kept his cock deep within her, not moving it until Sakura came down; his own head tipped back, a sexy laugh bubbling itself past the gate of his lips.

"Goddamn, honey- you almost took me with you. Did you see your face? You looked so fucking beautiful." He lowered, kissing her ear, "It's like your body was meant to take my cock. You make me insane, Sakura—you make me want to fuck you so good you'll never forget who I am." He thrusted in and out, humming roughly, "I'm fucking you with your own cum. You're so goddamned wet, you're doing such a good job, baby."

Sakura mewled, wriggling under his ministrations.

In an instant he was pulling out of her, standing off the bed and adjusting Sakura again; putting her on her back, placing her ass on the end of the bed, and placing her two legs against his chest. He stood in front of her, bending her legs over her as he plunged into her again; the muscle of his glutes flexing with each rough thrust, pitoning inside her so rapidly that she hardly had time to gather herself. She clutched his sides, panting desperately, her head dizzy as he fucked her both recklessly and strategically. He moved again, grabbing Sakura's hips and moving her up the bed; spreading her legs wide, placing himself in between her legs, and thrusting in again. Dark eyes locked with hers as he moved at a slower pace, dragging his heavy cock in and out of her; glancing down to look at their connecting bodies, moaning when Sakura's body began to clench him again. He planted his lips on hers, his hand coming up to grip her throat. He ran his tongue along her cheek, hips rolling into hers in a fuck so languid and deep that Sakura's body was ready to come again—the coil in her tighter than it's ever been.

He loomed over her, hand tight on her neck as he rumbled, "You want to come again, don't you? How bad do you want it?"

Sakura raised her chin, her entire world beginning to narrow as she rushed to the edge, "Bad, I want it bad."

"You're going to take me like a good girl, right?" He thrusted hard with each word, "Take-all—of—me."

Sakura tossed her head back and moaned into him, "Yes- fuck yes, just give it to me."

Kakashi reeled his hips back and repeated his earlier action; shoving his cock into her as hard as she could take, as deep as her body would allow—Sakura's lungs exhaling sharply, her body convulsing as another orgasm wracked through her; Kakashi above her moaning deep in his chest, bucking against her as he rode out his own trembling orgasm. Even as his came to a lull, Sakura was still trembling; still wailing, clutching the man and clawing at him. Kakashi kissed the corner of her crying lips, he rocked his cock to stretch out her pleasure; the husky tone of his voice burning into the cracks of her brain.

"You're so pretty when you come."

Kakashi doesn't remember how many times he had Sakura coming all over him—all he remembers is how trusting her gaze was while he ravished her body. He doesn't remember how many rounds they went—only how warm her body was when they curled up and fell asleep.

It was around five in the morning when they finally fell asleep.

The poor woman was so spent that asking her to stay took no work—and that he promised to get her home safe the next morning. It was eight in the morning when he woke up, feeling a familiar emptiness as he turned; finding nothing but the imprint of a body. He sighed, sitting up and peering at the sunlight that began to make its way into his room.

"Well," he murmured, raking his hands through his tuft of hair, "shit."