A/N: Hello, my lovely readers.

This is yet another one of my short stories, but this one is dedicated to one of my closest friends who was there at this short story's inception and has been anticipating its publishing for a while now. Well, darling: here you go! =D

Happy reading everyone!

- masayume.

Fair warning: This story has been rated M for a reason - you have been warned.

La Petite Mort

Act 1. Black Lace

It was just another late evening at work. He was in his office, sitting behind his large wooden desk — the leaning tower of papers that occupied majority of his workspace remaining completely untouched. Kakashi was not a fan of paperwork — it might have been because of the excessive reading, filing or even the necessary scribbling in the margins whenever he needed to assess a post-mission report. But this aversion to mission reports probably stemmed from his career as an active shinobi of the village. Perhaps it was the reliving of missions as he would have to jot down and dig into his memory to remember the unpleasant details of spilling another's blood.

Once the famous copy-ninja and now the sixth Hokage. The life of a Hokage was not something he imagined himself to end up doing. How could he? He always believed that his life would end during some sort of mission gone awry — that he would encounter a much stronger enemy and die protecting his village and its secrets. Kakashi was never meant to take up a sedentary position, never expecting to follow in his late sensei's footsteps. And yet here he was, sitting behind his desk in his dimmed office, enjoying the solitude of the vacant tower. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening — he had even dismissed his personal guard nearly half an hour ago, eager to bask in the quiet of his new home. He could have gone home. His Hokage apartment was only a floor above from his office and yet the silver-haired man remained in place. His eyes were currently occupied, completely fixated on the tattered page of his beloved copy of Icha Icha Tactics. Kakashi's eyes widen with excitement as he reads through his favourite passage, already praising the author in his head — Gods, Jiraiya-sama was a masterful author. As he devoured each sentence, his mind painted vivid pictures, only urging him to read more as the tension within his nether region stiffened even harder.

His hands moved with the utmost tenderness, caressing her exposed skin with …

…the needy moan that escaped her lips …. beckoning him to come closer…

…eagerly, Kenta rips the black lace that covers her delicious …

…and the enticing way Junko's breasts bounced as she sat in his lap…

And so, Kakashi lowers his right hand below.

Act 2. Cherry blossom

The teal-coloured book drops onto the desk, completely abandoned as Kakashi turns his full attention to his tense situation beneath his desk. Eager to salve the discomfort, his pants come undone slightly only to reveal his hardened member. As his hand wraps around the thick rod, he relaxes into his chair and closes his eyes — already vivifying the scenes in his mind once more.

"Kakashi."

The sweet dulcet tone of his intruder's voice startled him, disturbing the ephemeral imagery building in slowly in his mind. As his eyes opened with haste, eager to see the unwelcome guest — There, walking confidently towards his desk, and towards him — was his former rose-haired student. Hesitantly, he withdraws his hand from beneath the desk and concentrates on slow breathing. His eyes like a hawk, following the young woman's every move. For a brief moment, Kakashi is thankful for her choice of wardrobe, the miniskirt and the tight black shorts beneath only draw his attention to her toned legs — and already his mind is betraying him as he envisions how it would feel for them to be wrapped around him, to feel the coil of her legs bringing him closer.

"Sakura, what are you doing here?" Kakashi said out loud.

The young medic drops a stack of paper on top of Kakashi's desk pile. In their close proximity, Kakashi stays focused on her. Her short rosy hair is pushed back, her red top is slightly unzipped, giving him but a slight peek at the soft skin hiding beneath. Before he has a chance to venture into his growing fantasy, Sakura's intense emerald gaze captivates him instead.

"Dropping off the last of the paperwork for today — you're here late," she commented. Her gaze travels from the silver-haired man onto the messy desk, only to focus onto the tattered teal book discarded on the side. "I see, reading again?"

Her playful tone does not go amiss with the silver-haired man.

"You look quite tense. Anything the matter?" Sakura asks. Then, she walks around the desk, around his chair, only for Kakashi to remain rigid, eagerly attempting to conceal his situation. And yet, the moment Sakura places both of her hands on his shoulders, he relaxes into her touch as she presses her delicate yet deadly fingers into his skin in a subtle circular pattern. "Very tense, we have to do something about that."

As her hands cascade down his chest, Kakashi leans back relaxing under her touch. "Sakura," Kakashi mutters, closing his eyes — if only for a moment to indulge in the kunoichi's seductive ploy.

"So, this is what you do late at night? Sit in your office, read erotic stories and touch yourself." The soft sound of her teasing voice and the touch of her hand gliding down his pectorals — the realization that she was aware of just what he was doing moments earlier hit him hard. He swallows to ease the growing constriction within his throat.

"Sakura, stop. We shouldn't," Kakashi manages to utter.

Sakura retracts her hand with a gentle glide upwards and for a single moment Kakashi thinks that the temptation flutters away. And yet, the thought vanishes as Sakura leans down and whispers two words into his ear. "Why not?"

Act 3. Fantasy

Frozen still from her subtle yet bold touches, Kakashi only stares as she comes around to face him. He becomes so lost in her jade eyes, that he does not shun the touch of her gentle fingertips on his face. Her fingers find their target and with slow motion the ever-present black mask rolls down to expose his features.

"Sakura."

He calls her name with almost a need, eager to feel her bare fingers on his naked face — and as she traces his cheek bone with a soft caress, he finally remembers how to move his body. Without any delay, he rises to his feet only to place his hands around her waist — with ease he scoops her up only to set her down onto the oaken desk. Now in control of the situation and of his lovely rosette, he leans forward and captures her lips in a passionate lock. Sakura does not resist. She meets him halfway, with the same amount of fire in their needy kiss. The stack of files that rested on his desk plummet from their resting place only to scatter across the floor.

The fire that burst between them is unyielding as Sakura brings Kakashi closer — her toned legs wrapping around him, nudging him, only to feel the hardened member against her. She is impatient and hungry for more. And so only for a moment she pulls away from him and with a quick movement of her hands, she discards her red sleeveless shirt onto the ground behind her. Without giving him a chance to steal a glance, Sakura kisses him once more. Her hands cascade down from his neck onto his chest, touching his abdomen only to grasp onto the soft black fabric of his long sleeve shirt. Eagerly, she pulls it upwards and Kakashi obliges. As soon as he discards the shirt, he steals a moment to see Sakura's half-undressed state, the only thing he can think of is the black lace bra currently adorning her breasts and just how much he wants to rip it off with a near animalistic hunger.

As Kakashi presses soft kisses against her collarbone and travel down lower in a peppered path down the valley of her breasts, his hands busy themselves with the side strap of her miniskirt.

"What are you up to?" Sakura asks.

Kakashi only looks up to flash her a playful smile. "I'm taking care of my girl." And just like that, the beige miniskirt is flung over his shoulder and his hands immediately turn their attention to her black shorts.

Sakura gasps as he lifts her off the desk for a moment, to not only remove the rest of her shinobi attire but also to remove the lacy obstacle from her treasure. And as he moves down on her, leaving a soft trail of kisses behind, and his bare hands press against the exposed flesh of her thighs, only to move closer inch by inch. Sakura is nearly breathless, anticipating his next move. The moment his lips descend upon her, Sakura lets out a soft moan, indulging in Kakashi's skillful seduction. And it only makes her anticipate his next move. She tosses her head back, indulging in the subtle waves of pleasure.

. . . . . . . . .

"Kakashi!"

His eyes open abruptly, and he gazes onto the sight in front of him. There across from his desk, slightly covered by the stack of unfinished paperwork was the young woman of his dreams, dressed in her shinobi attire and holding a pile of familiar papers in her hands.

"Another late night, darling?" the rosette states with a playful smile gracing her lips.

"Y-yeah, sorry lost track of time," Kakashi answers.

"Good dream?" Sakura inquired.

"Uh-yeah, very good. You were in it," Kakashi admits as he rises to his feet.

"Perhaps, you will tell me?" Sakura responds as she sets down the last of her paperwork onto his tomorrow pile all casually.

Eagerly, Kakashi swoops behind her, placing his hands on her waist ever-so-gently. His husky voice purrs against her ear.

"It would be better if I show you," Kakashi said.

The playful tone of his voice does not go amiss. The lovely rosette leans into his touch and whispers two words. "Show me."