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Minutes passed while Sakura sat, anxiously waiting for Kakashi to come back. Just before she could even begin to feel really nervous or sick, Kakashi came back into the room, shutting the door behind him. Sakura gazed up at him expectantly.

Kakashi raised a hand and shook his head, "It's the team—they're here for the party."

Sakura breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh...oh! Did they hear us?!" She moved to her knees, hand hovering over her mouth and her eyes wide.

"I don't think so," Kakashi sighed. "But-"

"Oh, good," Sakura interjected. "So if they ask anything we can just say you were just in here asking me something?"

"Well, one: that's a really bad lie," he snickered at Sakura's glare. "Two: even if we came up with something else, it's too late for that."

"What do you mean too late?"

"Here's the thing about Kiba..." Kakashi began, scratching the back of his head. "He's got the nose of a bloodhound—literally, he has a sense of smell that is almost inhuman. His whole family has it, there's really no medical explanation just some trait passed down, I guess. Kiba was the first to walk in the house, and the first to smell it, apparently."

"Er...smell what?" Sakura could feel her face getting hot. She knew the answer. She knew Kakashi knew she knew the answer; still, some naive part of her was hoping it could be anything else...

Kakashi pointed lazily between his chest and Sakura, "Us. You. Me. He smelled it, knew something was up, and so to get our attention started banging around the kitchen. He was trying to do us a favor so they rest of the team wouldn't catch on and we could get ourselves figured out, but...the rest of the team came in behind him pretty fast."

Sakura blanched, pink eyebrows shooting up, "So, you're telling me they know that we..."

Kakashi laughed weakly, "More or less. Look," he took a step forward, reaching out to grab Sakura's hands in his. "Don't be embarrassed by it. They're gonna try to tease you—it's nothing personal, we all tease each other and it just means your apart of the family. Just go with it, they'll get bored eventually and move on." Dark eyes made their way over her frame, and for a second Sakura totally forgot she was still in the buff. She tried to jerk her arms up to cover herself, but Kakashi kept his hold on her hands; grinning at her mischievously. "Usagi, just moments ago my face was buried deep in between your legs and you were face fucking me like no tomorrow—don't you think modesty is out the window?"

Sakura felt her skin jar at the notion and she tried to shake the lust out of her head, "Yeah, I suppose so...So, we really have to go out there and just joke along with the fact that they knew we fooled around?"

Kakashi tossed his head back and laughed, "Well, they're going to have a hay day with me. I never divulge anything about my sex life to the boys, and they caught us in the act of something. Just before I came in here, they were all over me asking what happened like cavemen seeing fire for the first time."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them that you were getting ready for the party and I was merely having a snack," Kakashi winked, almost proudly.

"Oh, god," Sakura groaned, tossing her head back.

"You probably shouldn't talk like that right now," Kakashi rumbled deeply, moving in to mold his lips to hers. He pulled away, mouth hovering just over hers, "They'll definitely think something is up...Furthermore, now that I've really heard what you sound like in bed, I don't think I'm capable of hearing anything else. You'll for sure turn me on again, then I'll have to kick our guests out and make sweet love to you all night long—do you want that, hmmm?"

Sakura's face went hot, "I wouldn't mind that..."

Kakashi kissed her again, grunting when his hand dipped below to graze over her piercing, "By the way...when did you get this?" He tugged up the lower ball only slightly, causing Sakura to gasp and squeeze her legs together; trapping Kakashi's hand there.

"I got it around the time Sasuke stopped having sex with me," Sakura stammered. "He always said I was boring and too rigid...Usually I'd just forget some of the awful things he said to me, but it got to me so I thought, what could be more fun and exciting than a piercing down there...But he never got to see it because we definitely never had sex at the end of it, so..." She trailed off, biting down on her lip when Kakashi continued to move his fingers through her core.

"That's a shame," Kakashi hummed, staring deeply into Sakura's eyes. "Though I'll admit: I'm glad I'm the first one to see it...touch it...kiss it...Not to mention, Sasuke has it all wrong. I happen to find that you are quite responsive and a lot of fun in bed. I mean, it just takes getting to know your body and strumming you the right way. For example, if I do this," Kakashi took Sakura by surprise by using the side of his fist to spread her legs apart, shove two fingers deep inside her, and curl his fingers rapidly against her g-spot while thrusting them in slow and deep. "I've learned that this is the perfect method in getting you up to that point, and then when you're there, I do this-" Just like he did before, at the end of every push of his hand, he'd do an extra thrust at the end hard and deep; causing Sakura to leap up at the action. "You'll come pretty easily."

Sakura's frame began to shake, and she leaned her head forward on Kakashi's shoulder, biting down on her lip and letting out the smallest moan when he did it again. She couldn't believe her body was reacting this way- she had never been so needy when another man touched her. She'd never shook the way she was shaking now; the man was a walking aphrodisiac. A part of her wanted to fight her body's response to him; she didn't want to seem too submissive or weak. The other part of her said to hell with it, and let him do whatever he wanted to her for the sake of reaching new heights she's never been before. The burning look in Kakashi's eyes told her he'd push her further than she's ever gone; it made her nervous and excited.

Kakashi placed his mouth right beside her ear, whispering, "You can't make too much noise, or they'll hear you. That's the last thing we want, right?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Sakura hummed, lips pressed in a tight line to keep herself from making any more noise. She hated that Kakashi was right about whatever he was doing with his hands—it felt outstandingly good. She didn't know being fingered could feel so good, considering she used to hate it because in the past it had always hurt and made her uncomfortable. For some reason, Kakashi knew every spot within her that made her knees weak—in just one instance. Her body was on a wavelength that the man could seemingly easily follow no matter the highs or lows. She peered through squinted eyes at him, regarding the same hungry look he had given her earlier. Those dark eyes seemed to undress her, another set of hands running themselves all over her. She'd never been so sexually shaken up by a man before—let alone be into the dirty talk. Sasuke's version of dirty talk was calling her a "slut" or "bitch" during sex; some women may like it, but she couldn't get jiggy with it. The random hook ups tried to, but most of the time they were drunk so it ended up being slurred words that she didn't care to hear. One of her other boyfriends had tried, but his voice was already pretty nasally so she shut that up pretty quick. However, when his lips parted and those words came out; Sakura had never been so turned on in her life. His wolfish voice husky with desire, the way his eyes shamelessly bore into hers, his hands on her body—it was nearly sensory overload.

"You know what I want?" Kakashi continued, kissing Sakura and thrusting his hands into her in the same wave-like motion he had done before. "I'd like to see you come—just one more time before I go out there."

Sakura shook her head, arms braced on his shoulders, "No, they're here. There are literally people in the next room. It'll take too long, anyways, and they'll get suspicious." Her mouth said one thing, but her body remained in place; calling her bluff. As much as she wanted to push away, she couldn't muster the strength to do so. It took everything in her to remain composed, to keep her lips sealed and not pounce on Kakashi like a horny spider monkey.

"Is that a challenge, little bunny?" Kakashi ground out, dipping his head down to close his mouth over her nipple and releasing it when Sakura made another audible moan again. "How about this, we've spent about five minutes talking. I told them I was going to come in here to just let you know they're here and calm you down. I figure, they won't question another five minutes. That means I've got five minutes to make you come and you've got five minutes to stay as quiet as possible."

"I'm not doing that, they'll come in here and-" Sakura's sentence was cut off by a raspy gasp as his ministrations became rapid. His mouth latched onto her breast while his hand went to work—and Sakura felt frenzied. She didn't know how he was doing it, but he at one point he hit a spot deep within her that had her head loll back and eyes roll heavily; all the while biting down on her lip as hard as she could.

Kakashi brought his mouth back to her ears, "You like it deep, don't you little bunny."

"Yes," she rasped, tightening her grip on him when he did it again. "Why are you doing this right now? This is inappropriate..." she panted out, adjusting her stance on her knees and thrusting her hips forward when he hit the same deep spot. Pressure was starting to build and she was afraid she was going to shatter into pieces.

"You see, little bunny," Kakashi started, curling his tongue over the shell of her ear. "The way you're rocking into me, I don't think you really care that this is inappropriate. I can feel your sweet little pussy clenching around me, and I know you're almost there by the way your face keeps falling like that. If you want to speed this up, tell me what I need to do to push you over the edge. Remember what I said, Usagi? All you have to do is ask..." He kissed her again, his free hand coming up to grab a handful of her behind.

Sakura couldn't focus for the life of her. Formulating a comprehensive sentence was out of the question, with the way he was making her feel right now. All she could seem to pay attention to was the bursts of pleasure she felt each time he pushed into her deeper. Although Sakura couldn't seem to believe it, she was getting close to the edge again. Whatever argument she had about guests and things being inappropriate—she now gave no fucks about. All she wanted was release by someone who was all too willing to give it to her.

"Suck on my clit like you did before...and...tell me to." Sakura almost gasped at her own words, not believing that she would say something like that. Sex had always been quiet and traditional, for the most part. She was never pushed to say such lewd things, but here she was saying them to the man that had her at his mercy.

Kakashi grinned wickedly, easily dropping down to his knees in front of her and peering up. "I could be in this position for the rest of my life, Usagi. I could sit here and eat your sweet pussy forever and ever," he ran his tongue along the top of her cleft, smirking against her skin when she shuddered intensely. "What do you want me to tell you?"

Sakura opened her eyes, glancing down at the expression of a starved man ready to devour her. "Tell me...I want you to talk dirty to me...to tell me to come." She looked away, feeling her already red cheeks blush at her own words, nervous at how he was going to respond. She was testing the waters of something she'd never done before, and she was worried she'd sound dumb doing it.

"My kind of woman," he smiled, moving down to take her swollen pearl between his lips and suck in pulses that matched they rhythm of his hand.

Immediately Sakura's entire body began to twitch and jolt under him, and she couldn't help the rocking of her hips that followed. She'd never known a man to bring her to the brink of this much intensity with just his mouth and his hand; she was mind blown. What turned her on even more was his random hums and grunts of satisfaction, or the low chuckle he'd give every now and then. Kakashi began to move faster, her head begun to spin, and she could feel her insides throbbing around him. Her vision became tunneled, and she could feel it coming.

Kakashi plucked his mouth away to look up at Sakura, "Come for me, little bunny. I want to feel your body shake—do it, come for me."

After two more thrusts and his mouth had found her clit again; Sakura came. Her entire body was jarred; legs trembling, muscles tightening, and toes curling. She bit down so hard on her lip to stifle her cry that she was sure she was going to leave a mark. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body spasmed around his hand aggressively, her hips making slow rocks forward as she came down. Kakashi removed his hand, stood back up, and kissed Sakura tenderly. "Just in time," he murmured, winking at her before kissing her again and walking off to the bathroom to wash his face and hands.

Sakura made her way off the bed, wobbling like a new born calf as she did. "How do you do that?" She muttered, reaching for her bra that was on the floor.

Kakashi shrugged, tossing a towel at her, "It's as though I know your body. Call it tacky, but if feels like years and years of practice have trained me up for you. Your body was made for mine, plain and simple."

"That is tacky," Sakura snorted, clasping her bra back on and digging in a drawer for new panties.

"Well, there's more where that came from," he grinned, hooking his arm around her to lean down and kiss her spine. "I'll let the girls know you're getting dressed—they're dying to talk to you apparently."

"Oh no," Sakura sighed. "Ino is going to be all over me."

Kakashi nodded, at the door with his hand on the doorknob, "Yep, be ready. She's not going to stop without a fight."

"What do I tell her?" Sakura pressed, standing up straight with a hand on her hip.

"Whatever you like," Kakashi remarked with a pluck of his shoulder, opening the door and calling out to wait ten minutes for Sakura to get dressed. She could hear their muted groans as the door shut behind him.

Sakura got it now.

For as long as she knew Kakashi, she always wondered how he remained so calm and collected. Nothing ever seemed to bother him, and even in high stress situations he was still level headed. She figured there must be something he was doing to help manage everything, and she got it now. The man became completely unhinged when it came to sex—this much she knew. She hasn't even done the actual deed with him yet, but his wild expression tells her that he's not holding back in the slightest. Everything, the stress, the buildup—he lets out in the bedroom. He became a man possessed, a man who knew what the fuck he was doing, and a man dedicated.

She'd never been so flattered in her life, than she was when Kakashi talked dirty to her.

Regardless of the fact that it was indeed dirty talk, there was so much sincerity that rung behind his words that had her shaking. She never thought the words "sweet little pussy" would turn her on and make her blush at the same time, but here she is; hornier than a pubescent teenager and brighter than a cherry tomato. The way his dark eyes burned into her startled her; they exuded pure passion, pure need, and pure desire. He looked like a hunter, out for the kill; and she was his prey, the target of his intentions. Sakura had never been able to get off just by oral, or fingering—or even both. She'd end up getting bored and just moving on to the actual sex part because she wasn't getting any stimulus. For the longest time, she genuinely thought maybe something was wrong with her—Sasuke was always telling her there was. It always served to make her feel insecure about herself, afraid she'd just bore the next person. But one moment with Kakashi and all of that thinking goes down the drain. Not only did she get off on just foreplay, but she did three separate times in the same sitting—that's shit she'd find in her mom's romance novels, not in real life. At least, she thought so anyways. Sakura used to always give her mom shit about reading those tacky, smutty novels—telling her that they're just forged from imagination, and it set's people's expectations up to be let down. Each and every time, Sakura's mom would simply smile at her and remark, "It just takes the right man, honey," and then point to a picture of her father and wiggle her eyebrows. Still, Sakura thought it all to be really over exaggerated.

That was, before Kakashi had put his hands on her body.

Sakura was glad that Kakashi didn't let her run off due to embarrassment—and she was fucking mortified. Had he let her go, she would have never been able to experience this slice of life that included sex with Kakashi. Even though Sakura knew this interaction was merely the tip of the iceberg, she shuddered to think what having sex with him would be like...

They were so close to it, too.

They both got so caught up in the moment, that none stopped to think maybe sex wasn't the brightest idea considering her stitches were still healing. It hadn't even crossed her mind when she mounted him; and definitely didn't ring any alarm bells when Kakashi brought it up. He just took her at her short excuse and went with the ride; telling her that he wanted her as bad as she wanted him. Which, to be honest, he wouldn't have even had to of vocalized. The man was rock hard, standing tall and proud like a redwood tree. She'd seen pictures of dicks as big as his, but she'd never had the chance to look at it in person; and it shocked her. Most of the pictures she'd seen were long and skinny, long and average, or short and thick, average and skinny—the list goes on. Kakashi, was long and thick. Being a nurse, she understood that the female body can adjust and adapt— for child birth—but even still, looking at it she could feel herself swallow the huge lump in her throat. She'd never been with a man so big, and she was afraid it was going to hurt or just not fit at all.

Again, logic told her she's being ridiculous.

Her pussy told her to jump on it and abandon ship at the same time.

Not to mention, they had been so caught up that no one thought to use a condom. Granted, she was on long term birth control and she had seen Kakashi's charts when he came in for stitches—the man got tested regularly and was clean, never had an STD in his life—regardless, it was something that they should have still discussed, and she told herself next time around she'd be sure to bring it up. Because, who knew? Maybe Kakashi was uncomfortable going without a condom, and she couldn't blame him. Though, when she grabbed him and felt his hot, velvet flesh in her hands; she'd prefer he didn't use a condom. Kakashi was right in that, she did want to feel every inch of him. She wanted to be fucked until kingdom come, and she wanted it to be him no less.

"What am I thinking?" She muttered, tugging up a red pair of panties.

One sexual encounter with the man, and she's apparently already a fiend.

Just as Sakura was going to pull on a regular pair of jeans, a brutish knock sounded from the door, making Sakura jump, "Hello?"

"Are you decent?" It was Ino.

"No, I'm in my underwea-"

"Okay," Ino sang. "We're coming in!"

The door opened, and seemingly a whole group of women came piling in—Ino, Hinata, Tenten, and Temari. Temari quickly snapped the door shut behind her, cutting off what sounded like Kiba yelling at them to hurry up.

"Whew!" Ino exclaimed, waving her hand in front of her wrinkled nose. "Dear penthouse forum...Open up a window in here Sakura it smells like Fifty Shades of Grey."

Sakura rolled her eyes, "Really? You just walk in and that's the first thing you say? Not caring that I'm in my underwear?"

Ino scoffed, "Tch. Nothing I haven't seen already."

"Whatever," Sakura grumbled, waving awkwardly at Tenten and Temari. "Hey."

"Hi," Tenten grinned, wiggling her fingers sweetly.

"Damn," Temari remarked impressively. "You have got a nice body, Sakura. No wonder Boy Wonder couldn't keep his hands off of you."

Sakura's cheeks tinged, "I have no idea what you're talking about. We were just..."

Sakura stopped when every single one of the women deadpanned, expressions incurious.

"Okay," Sakura sighed defeatedly. "We fooled around a little; but it was nothing serious, it was just-"

"Hmph," Temari hummed, crossing her arms skeptically over her chest. "Looks pretty serious to me."

Sakura's brow twitched, "What do you mean?"

Tenten giggled, "You haven't looked at yourself?"

Sakura shook her head slowly.

"Well, you need to," Ino commented, standing up to guide Sakura to the restroom. "There's no way you can go out there in front of the guys looking like that. I mean, you can—but they won't let you live it down. They will tease you from sunrise to sunset and—not that I doubt your shit talking abilities because quite frankly you're an ass and we love you—but I figure you're probably pretty embarrassed that we ran in on you two anyways."

"Fuck me," Sakura huffed, shaking her head. "Please tell me you didn't hear anything..."

"Mmmmhh- I'll leave the fucking to Kakashi. And while I didn't hear anything, I think Gaara did," Ino snickered. "I mean, he walked into the house before us and then he just flew out. I'd never seen him walk so fast or look so uncomfortably annoyed. Kiba came in after him and I guess Kiba caught on and tried to be the good guy—but alas, we all came in as fast as possible to see what was going on."

Sakura waned, green eyes aghast, "Gaara heard us?"

"Correction, Gaara heard YOU," Temari chuckled, pointing a long finger at Sakura. "But don't worry, he's pretty to himself so I doubt he'll say anything. It's Kiba you should worry about. That guy has been obsessed with Kakashi's sex life purely because he thinks it's weird Kakashi doesn't really talk about it. So, this is enough ammunition to last the man years and years to come."

"Great," Sakura growled under her breath.

Gaara.

That was the last person she wanted to be apart of any of this embarrassing shit. In the short time she got to spend with him, she came to the conclusion that he was really a quiet man—even more silent than Shino or Neji. Though Gaara did ask Sakura some questions here and there—how did you and Kakashi meet, how long are you in Tokyo for, and "I'm guessing one of these dogs is yours, too?" He then tried to pry only slightly about Sakura's personal life, of which she happily flipped the switch and asked him questions about himself; of which he just grinned and looked away. He wasn't mean to her in the slightest, though the encounter was pretty awkward and silent. He sat for the most part, peering out of the balcony and seemingly lost in thought. When she took a good look at him, she decided that he was honestly very handsome and wondered if a silent man like him had a woman he went home to or not. At one point, Sakura felt bold and even asked him about the tattoo on his forehead. He merely shook his head, telling her, "I don't know you well enough, Sakura. You may be friends with the rest of the team, but you and I haven't established a friendship yet. But," his jade eyes had peered at her from the corner, his mouth pulled up in a small grin, "no pressure. Things take time, so don't feel the need to force anything. I'm sure we'll be in each other's presence more often now that you're Kakashi's."

At first, Sakura didn't know whether or not she liked that end remark; it made her feel like she was property, and not a person. Then again, she felt like there was something about this man that felt like she couldn't push boundaries with like she could Kiba. Not that she thought he would hurt her, but that he simply wasn't giving her the right. He was totally opposite of the team, but she understood how he managed to fit into the mold.

"Take a look at yourself, princess," Ino smiled wolfishly, blue eyes raking Sakura's form in the mirror.

Sakura's mouth dropped and her eyes bulged.

From the top of her neck, all the way down to over her breasts; Sakura was covered in forming hickies and bite marks. She hadn't even realized that Kakashi had been biting her hard enough to warrant a mark—she just thought that it felt insanely amazing and she didn't want him to stop. The spots were all just over the size of a quarter for the most part, except for a spot right in the middle of the right side on her neck. While the others were noticeable, but still forming; this one seemed to be full-fledged. Sakura brought a hand up to her neck and began to rub at the spots, hoping in vain that they'd disappear. Each and every woman in the room shook their head disapprovingly.

"You know that's not going to work," Ino enunciated, hands on her hips.

If the endless amount of hickies wasn't enough, her make up somehow managed to smear and her hair became completely disheveled. The bun hung in sad, floppy droop to the side; with pink wisps of hair surrounding it and falling around her face. Grunting, Sakura went to wipe away mascara that had smeared below her eye.

"I can't believe this," she muttered, poking the hickies with her finger.

"Believe it," Tenten smirked. "You got fucked pretty hard I'd say."

"We didn't have sex," Sakura grumbled, glaring at Tenten's sweet smile.

"Sure you didn't," Temari teased, elbowing Sakura lightly.

"We didn't," Sakura nearly shouted, slamming her fists on the bathroom counter.

"Then what did you do?" Hinata piped up.

"We...wait..." Sakura paused, glancing between eager sets of eyes. She gasped, scowling deeply at them, "You're all trying to set me up!"

Tenten and Temari broke out into laughter, while Hinata blushed with a small smile on her face; Ino tossed her head back and lamented loudly, "Come on, Sakura. We just want to know what happened that made you look like that."

"You are all unbelievable," Sakura fumed, walking around them to pick up her pants.

"You can't not tell us what happened," Ino egged, exasperated. "It's not fair to us!"

"Huh!" Sakura huffed. "It's none of your business!"

Temari rolled her eyes heavily, "Would you stop the tough girl act and just fuckin give us all the juicy details?"

"It's no act," Sakura bit.

"You were literally just about to tell us," Ino declared loudly. "You didn't have a problem with it just seconds ago!"

"Yeah, that was until I found out you were all trying to manipulate it out of me!"

"Don't be such a boob," Ino sighed.

"I'm not the boob, you're the boob," Sakura pointed around the room. "You're all boobs."

Tenten chuckled, "At least we aren't your boobs. Poor things look like they took a beating."

"Yeah, did Kakashi use his tongue to beat your tits up, Sakura?" Ino giggled, wiggling blond eyebrows and nudging Sakura with her foot.

Sakura glanced down at her breasts, heaving a huge sigh when she saw all the forming hickies there. She glanced back up at all the women, each and every one smiling at her and basically licking their chops like hungry wolves. Somehow, a very small part of her wanted to gal out with them—she wanted to titter over her experience. The stuck up, old Sakura would have said fuck off and have a good day; but wasn't her resolution to be fun loving? And this is what girls do, right? They giggle over each other's stories. Sakura wanted that. She wanted to be in on the jokes and the laughing.

"Alright," Sakura exhaled. "I'm being a boob. I'm sorry."

"That's alright," Temari grinned, leaning in to hook her arm around Sakura's neck and pull her in for a side hug. "You're not used to all this, I get it. I wasn't really used to it either. And, to be frank: you don't really have to tell us shit, and you know that. We may be teasing you, but you can tell us to fuck off and we will. We might complain, but we will."

"I won't," Ino muttered, digging in a bag she brought and pulling out scraps of clothing.

"We never want you to feel uncomfortable," Hinata added, smiling tenderly at Sakura.

"Yeah, we just want you to feel right at home," Tenten commented, leaning in to land a small peck to Sakura's cheek; surprising her.

"Yeah, yeah," Ino waved dismissively, pulling out more clothes from the bag. "We love you and shit. Now, are you going to tell us what happened, or are you seriously upset with it and would rather not?"

Sakura smiled tightly, fighting back the sudden onslaught of emotion she was feeling. She'd never been accepted into a group of friends as tight knit as these women were; she had always been too busy for stuff like that. All of her life, all she had wanted was your typical group of friends that you called family. She wanted people she could lean on, laugh with, and tease. Not only were these women letting her in with open arms, they were showing her that it's with tender respect, too. It made Sakura's heart swell, and while she wanted to pull them all in a big hug—she was just still in her underwear.

"Thank you for saying that," Sakura remarked happily. "I really appreciate all of you being so welcoming, especially since I've been such a burden."

"Ugh!" Ino sighed loudly. "You're not a burden, we're here for you, we'll never let anything bad happen to you, we love you and Kakashi loves you- now stop changing the subject and tell us what happened!"

"That's the second time you've said something like that," Sakura asserted, eyes squinted. "Did he tell you something?"

"What?" Ino's brows flicked down in confusion. "No? He hasn't said anything, I'm just making a thesis based off of my observations. Now, here-" Ino held out two sets of clothes, one set in each hand. "I bought you an outfit to wear tonight since you don't really have any party outfits. I couldn't decide which one would look better, so I got them both."

"You didn't have to do that, I-"

"Meh," Ino waved her hand at Sakura. "Save it. Just try them on so we can see which one looks best. But, talk while you change—we want to hear everything." Ino hunched her shoulders, placing her fingers in the shape of a triangle, and cackling under her breath. "This is as close to out of the horse's mouth I'll get."

"Ino," Sakura began, tugging one of the shirts over her head. "Do you mind me asking why you're so interested in everyone else's sex life?"

"Because she's a bonafied pervert," Temari grinned.

"She's nosey," Hinata piqued, hand in the air.

"She-" Tenten started.

"Okay, O K A Y!" Ino yelled, hands up in defense. "I get it, geeze..." Ino sighed, "Unfortunately, they're right. I am a pervert, and I happen to pride myself on knowing everything about everyone's sex life."

"Why?" Sakura pressed, stepping into red pants that were almost too tight for her.

Ino shrugged carelessly, "I always have been. I've always been really sexual, so I guess it came with the territory. I also like knowing people's sex lives because it helps me understand them better, if that makes sense. A person's kink shows a lot about their personality- and I happen to know everyone's kinks."

Sakura deadpanned, "That's reaching, isn't it?"

"Nope," Ino retorted cheerily, putting emphasis on the "pe" sound at the end of the word; flicking her long ponytail to the side. "I do, about every single person."

"Go off," Tenten egged from behind Ino. "I've got to hear this."

"Okay, fine." Ino smiled impishly, wiggling in her spot and holding up a finger in preparation to tick off. "I know that Shikamaru is into shibari and bondage—as is Temari." She glanced over at Temari and winked. "Kiba is rrreeeaaalllyyy into hooking up and fooling around in places you shouldn't. Oh, and he's really into role play, believe it or not. Rock Lee is a romantic through and through, so he's more of the make sweet love to you all night long. Though, I did hear that he's pretty fast and aggressive when you need him to be. Choji is, obviously, into food play. Neji is really into impact play—spanking and whatnot. Tenten here has so many sex toys she should just dedicate a fucking room to it already."

Sakura glanced over at Tenten, who merely smiled and wiggled her fingers again.

Ino continued, "Hmmm, let me think...Oh! Hinata over here is a dominatrix."

Sakura gasped, turning her head to a blushing Hinata, "Is that true?!"

"Um...well, I mean..." Hinata giggled, brushing raven hair over her ear. "I guess so, yeah."

"Oh, there's no guessing, sweetie," Ino shook her head rapidly. "I once went to drop something off at their apartment, and Miss Hinata here was clad in leather, high as shit boots, and pressing the heel down on Naruto's throat—and he was smiling like some madman!"

"You should have really called to let us know you were on your way..." Hinata teased softly.

Ino rolled her eyes, "I will from now on, you can guarantee that. So, am I missing anyone? Oh, Shino is into dom stuff, but like not like Hinata. He likes to be called daddy, and he's got rules and everything."

Sakura jutted her head forward, shocked, "Shino? Really?"

"Mmmhhmm," Ino nodded matter-of-factly. "He gets pussy all the time because a lot of chicks are into that. Let's see...Ah, Gaara is into rough sex."

"Really?" Temari pressed, head cocked to the side. "How'd you find that out?"

"Ibiki," Ino answered with a grin.

"Oh," Temari sung, giving her head a slow nod.

"Ibiki?" Sakura pressed, finishing the final button to the top. "The girl with the space buns we partied with? She knows Gaara?"

"That's a long story," Ino claimed. "Now- oh, no honey. Take that outfit off. It looked good on the rack; it makes you look like a washed-up accountant in your late forties."

"Thanks," Sakura grunted, immediately going to peel off the clothes she managed to wriggle herself in. "They're too fuckin tight anyways, were you trying to squeeze me to death?"

"Anyways," Ino hummed, eyes roving around the room. "That's everyone I can think of at the moment...And well, me; I'm just a freak. I like to hook up, I don't want to settle, and I'll do almost anything."

"Well, almost everyone," Temari articulated, mindlessly fluffing her blond hair. "You still don't know Kakashi's kink. No one does. Maybe except...Sakura...?" Forest green eyes flicked to meet Sakura's, dancing with suggestion.

"Actually," Ino chirped, holding a finger up in the air proudly. "I do happen to know what Kakashi's kink is."

Sakura stopped, half way out of the pants, "I'm sorry- what?"

"Don't get your panties in a wad," Ino snickered. "I heard it from Kiba who heard it from Kakashi."

"What did he say?" Sakura pressed too eagerly, hobbling out of the pants and tossing them to the side of the room.

Ino grabbed the other set of clothes and held them out to Sakura, "Someone's pushy."

Sakura glowered, "Not pushy, just curious." She swiped the clothes from Ino's hands and started to roll them on.

"Wwweeelll," Ino sang, obviously loving the intense attention she was getting. "I only found out sort of recently? It was maybe a month or so ago. Kiba and Kakashi stopped after a job to get food; well, if anyone knows Kiba, food means beer. So, Kakashi starts drinking with him and before they know it they're both pretty drunk. Somehow the topic of sex got brought up, I think Kiba was telling Kakashi a story about a chick he hooked up with and was telling him about how his 'thing' is sex in places you shouldn't be having sex. So that happens, and then—usually, we can't get shit out of Kakashi—but somehow Kiba managed to get Kakashi to say what his 'thing' is. Rather, his main 'thing'? Apparently Kakashi told Kiba he had several 'things.'"

"So?" Sakura egged, her voice muffled as she pulled the shirt over her head.

"Yeah, get to the point already," Temari goaded, landing a small slap on Ino's shoulder.

"Every single one of you are incredibly boring," Ino sneered, shaking her head before going back to her chipper tone. "So, he tells Kiba that his 'thing' is getting chicks off." Ino was leaned in, grinning ear to ear, and waiting for a response from the suddenly quiet room.

"Er...I'm lost," Tenten spoke up, her face quirked in a confused expression. "Isn't that every guy's 'thing'?"

"I mean, not really. At the end of the day, for most men sex is just sex and they want to bust a nut. Kiba was telling me that Kakashi told him that he gets a rise out of making a women orgasm- it's like a rush for him or something," Ino glanced around the perplexed expressions in the room and huffed. "It's like Shika, for example. When he's got Temari all tied up, he's hot and ready to trot. He gets a thrill out of seeing her all tied up. The same thing when Hinata gets a thrill out of making Naruto her bitch. Or the way Tenten drools over some dildo company's newest model. He told Kiba that his entire objective when it comes to sex is to be the reason that a woman gets off over and over. He lives for it, apparently. He's really proud and possessive, and from what the women who have chatted to me about him have said—it makes sense."

"It does make sense..." Sakura mumbled, pulling up the tight black mini-skirt.

"Wow, you're pretty lucky," Temari teased. "I love Shika to death, but sometimes he just leaves me in the dust."

"Now, now now," Ino waggled her finger. "We can't make assumptions just yet. That's just talk from Kakashi to Kiba, from Kiba to me. I mean, that could be his kink—doesn't mean he's good at it."

"He's good at it," Sakura blushed, pretending to be really focused on the small leather strings on the sides of the skirt. "Weirdly good..."

Ino clapped her hands together, "HA! I knew it, I knew there was no way all those women were just talking them up!" She squealed, clapping her hands and bouncing. "Now you have to tell us what happened!"

"Fine," Sakura answered begrudgingly.

From beginning to end, Sakura divulged to the girls what had happened. She didn't go into great detail, to save herself the embarrassment, but she did give them more information that she initially wanted to. From each word to the next, their mouths dropped lower and lower; each woman wearing an expression of astonishment.

"- and then he did it one more time, when he came back into the room...He was just doing it, and then...Told me to come and...I did..." Sakura trailed off, waiting for the others to respond. A part of her worried that maybe she said too much, by the way everyone was staring at her as if she'd grown a second head.

"You came three times in less than an hour?" Temari gaped, eyes holding disbelief. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Shika and I have some amazing sex but it takes time to warm back up again."

"I know," Sakura shrugged, tugging at the hem of her shirt. "I was literally thinking that there's no way it could happen a third time- let alone at all. I'd never gotten off that way before, so it was all very...new to me..."

"You said he was like an animal?" Ino mimicked Temari's expression, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"I mean, he was definitely not the collected Kakashi that everyone sees. It was an entirely different side to him I never even knew existed," Sakura shook her head. "I think sex is like, his reliever or something."

Ino plopped down on the bed, leaning back on her hands, "Sakura, that is so hot! Plus, I never pegged him as someone who'd talk dirty..."

"He definitely talks dirty..." Sakura mused, feeling her face go hot hearing Kakashi's words echo in her head.

"What was he saying to you?" Ino inquired with a sly shake of her shoulders.

"NOPE," Sakura barked. "I'm not telling any of you that, at all- whatsoever."

"Awe, come on," Ino jutted out her lower lip in a pout. "Just one thing he said, that's all I'm asking for."

Sakura fiddled her thumbs, "Okay, but do all of you promise me none of you will repeat any of what was said today?"

"Promise," Tenten, Temari, and Hinata replied in unison.

Ino grinned, "I make no promises."

"Whatever," Sakura sighed, rolling her eyes. "I won't tell you anything he told me, but I can say that he kept calling me...little bunny...?"

Ino's jaw dropped into a shocked smile, "Oh, that is very hot, Sakura. He's being so dirty, but he's calling you something so sweet." She winked, "Interesting. He's never been one for pet names. He never called Yua by a pet name, he always just said her name."

"Really?" Sakura piqued. "Never?"

"Never," Hinata nodded. "We even tried to give him crap about it, he just didn't seem to want to. Thinking back on it now, we all knew he didn't love her. We've heard him call you Usagi, and that kind of surprised us. And now he's calling you that during sex?" She giggled, running her hands down her skirt.

"He's got it bad for you," Tenten finished for Hinata.

"Sure enough," Ino nodded, clapping her hands on her thighs and standing up. "He's got it bad for you, he's calling you sexy little pet names, and his kink happens to be getting a rush out of making you come over and over? Do us all a favor, and don't walk away from him."

"I wasn't planning on it," Sakura mumbled, brow quirking down.

"Good," Ino grinned, plucking a string off of the shirt. "Because to be honest, if you and Kakashi don't work out he's going to be out of the game for good. The last thing we want is to see our dear Kakashi heartbroken—seriously broken up, this time."

"Are you threatening me?" Sakura questioned with a slight grimace.

"No, Sakura-bukura. We all know that you two will work out, it's in the stars or some shit. But we know that you can sort of shut down and push him out—we get it, trust us, we do...Maybe, just next time around you feel like shutting him down really think about it. He's the last person on this earth that will ever hurt you." Ino smiled and pat Sakura's shoulders, stepping back to look over the outfit on Sakura. "Now this is much better. You look so good in it! Okay, go ahead and fix your hair and make up. We've got plenty of drinks, Choji is making some bomb food, Naruto brought his gaming counsel so we can all play, Kiba brought the weed, and-"

"Wait," Sakura blinked. "You all smoke weed?"

Temari chuckled, "You should like a middle schooler. We do, but only at our parties. It just helps us relax."

"Isn't it like...super illegal in Tokyo?"

"Well, yeah," Temari shrugged. "But Kiba's got a friend who gets it from Canada—don't ask me how he does it, I just know that he manages to get it here. It's good, too. Doesn't make you feel all dumb, you just relax. You've smoke before, right? I mean, they have weed all over America don't they?"

"I mean, they do...but I've never really smoked it. I tried it once in college, but it was one hit and it burned my throat so I stopped."

"Ah," Temari nodded knowingly. "Well, it's up to you. You definitely don't have to smoke if you don't want to. Gaara doesn't smoke it."

"Alright, we'll see you out there!" Ino huffed impatiently, dragging the other women out and shutting the door behind them.

Sakura stood there, feeling a little stupid. Just because they were in Tokyo doesn't mean that there wouldn't be weed at a party, no less. It didn't bother her, she wasn't some goody two shoes off to tell the press, but she was still sort of shocked. A group of supposed bad ass ninjas—and they smoke? She guessed it made sense, if you really wanted to relax she heard that weed can help with that as long as it was the right strain. Maybe she would smoke...

Quickly Sakura made her way to the bathroom, rolling her eyes when she caught her reflection in the mirror. She should have known by now that the outfit Ino picked out for her was going to be far from modest. The top was a cute navy crop-top, revealing her mid drift, with ribbons on the sides that cinched in at the waist. The skirt was a black mini skirt with criss cross leather ties on the side, with small peeks of her skin being revealed through the criss cross. With how revealing the outfit was, all of the hickies and marks were at display for everyone to see; the last thing Sakura wanted was to step out and flaunt her proof of fooling around to everyone.

After reapplying her make up and fixing her hair, Sakura moved to the dresser to find a different set of clothes. Just as she was about to pluck out a shirt, Ino came charging in.

"What is taking you so lllooonnngg? It's not a party until everyone is there! You look good, come on!"

"Ino," Sakura began. "I feel so uncomfortable in this outfit..."

Ino rolled her eyes, "Get over it, bitch. You look good, no one's going to say anything."

Sakura's brows lifted, "Oh, really? No one's going to say anything about these?" She gestured to the forming marks all over her neck and chest.

"Psh, no? We're all adults here, Sakura. You'll be fine, just get your ass out here and have a good time with us!" Ino grabbed Sakura's hand and began to tug her towards the door and down the hall.

"Fine, but why do I have to wear this? Aren't I done up just a bit too much?" She plucked at the shirt and skirt, stumbling after Ino.

"I mean, for the party—yes, you're way over done. But, I bet it would make Kakashi sweat."

Sakura glared, whispering as they were nearly almost out of the hall, "Did you really get me to wear this just to tease him?"

Ino turned her head, her eyes slanted mischievously and grinning wickedly, "Consider me your fairy godmother of getting dick. Now, come on!"

With one final tug, Ino managed to pull Sakura out of the hall and into the kitchen where she had a full view of what everyone was doing. Choji and Shikamaru were at the kitchen counter; Choji was busy shaking up what looked like veggies and meat in the skillet while Shikamaru chopped up basil. At the kitchen table sat Gaara, Tenten, Neji, and Rock Lee playing a game of cards. Each had a beer in front of them, and they were talking shit to each other as Gaara slammed down a card excitedly—showing more emotion than she had seen when he was over. In the living room Kiba was sat up straight on the couch, controller in hand and yelling at Naruto about shitty sportsmanship. Naruto sat on the floor, feet crossed and eyes narrowed in focus on the TV. Shino, Hinata, and Kakashi were sitting on the couch—all with beers in their hands. Music was playing in the background, though it could barely be heard over everyone's chatter and the video game.

Shikamaru was the first to notice Sakura, nodding at her and giving her a wave as he tossed the chopped-up herb into the skillet over Choji's shoulder. "There's beer in the fridge if you want some," he smiled, pointing at the fridge. "If you don't like beer, we've got wine and sake, too. There's plenty, so you know—help yourself even though this is kind of your house."

"Sakura!" Choji bellowed happily, turning his head to smile widely at her. "We're cookin up something good! It's Yakiniku, somewhat of a special in my family. Here, have a taste!" Choji plucked up a fork, stabbing a piece of meat that was in the skillet and handing it off to Sakura.

Sakura blew on the steaming meat gingerly before popping it in her mouth; closing her eyes and munching happily on the tender meat. "Wow- that taste amazing, Choji! You're going to have to teach me how to make it."

"Ah, cannot do," Choji winked, waving a spatula at her. "This specific recipe stays within the family. Meaning, when I get married, I'll teach it to my wife—and she'll teach it to our kids."

"I get it," Sakura giggled, reaching in the fridge to grab herself the nearest alcoholic beverage. "My grandma was the same way about her recipes. She never shared it with other people, just the family."

"Your grandma is a very smart woman," Choji chuckled, turning his attention back to the meat when Shikamaru shouted that the skillet had lit up in flames. Choji lifted the skillet, expertly tossing the meat around until the flame died down, "Don't worry," he laughed heartily. "I've got it under control."

Shikamaru shook his head gravely, patting Choji's back and muttering something about paying attention more. Ino had set herself up at the table, Tenten doling out a set of cards to her. Tenten popped her head up, "Do you wanna join?"

Sakura took a long sip of her beer, "Um, can I just sit and watch? I'm not very good at card games."

"Having fun requires participation," Kiba called from the living room, not removing his eyes from the TV screen. "You should know all about that, shouldn't she, Gaara?"

Sakura glanced over at Gaara, who scowled deeply and cast Kiba a wilting gaze, "Shut the fuck up."

"I'm just saying, she was participating earlier by the sounds of it—right?" Kiba remarked, unbothered by Gaara staring daggers at him.

"You know," Sakura began, meandering over to the threshold between the kitchen and the living room. "You sound a little salty, Kiba. Could it be that you're jealous I got action from Kakashi and you haven't? I mean, you have been trying for years to get in his pants, after all."

"Psh, where are you even getting that?" Kiba scoffed, glancing up from the TV to glare at Sakura.

Sakura plucked a shoulder, leaning against the beam, "Well, apparently you're always grilling Kakashi about what he does in the bedroom. You're obviously hard on wanting his dick, if you're always asking about it."

"Hardly- I've already seen his dick," Kiba replied haughtily, jutting a thumb at his chest.

"Why are we talking about my dick?" Kakashi piped up, cocking his head to the side and grinning.

"See, that just proves my point," Sakura chuckled. "You've seen it, you are dying to find out what he does with it—therefore you want it. Can't say I blame you, it is pretty impressive."

"Alright, you're starting to creep me out," Kiba admonished, chucking the game controller to the side and leaning back with an arm behind Kakashi. "Besides, I've been around longer. That means I have dibs on his dick."

"Aw, Kiba," Temari sang from the kitchen, her hands clasped over her heart. "I am so proud of you. I know coming out is hard, and I'm glad you trust us enough to do that. We love you, no matter how many dicks you take in a night."

Kakashi leaned forward away from Kiba's arm, standing to his feet, "Count my dick out."

"Oh, please," Kiba huffed with a roll of his eyes. "If I were gay, you'd all want a slice of this."

"Don't flatter yourself," Shino commented, adjusting his sunglasses. "You're a hard four, at best."

Kiba gawked, pulling up a bag and digging around in it, "A hard four? I'm an eight, first off. Second, why are you counting your dick out, Kakashi? It's the best dick, so naturally I'd want it."

"Not the best dick," Naruto grimaced, swiveling in his spot to face everyone else. "The scariest dick. It's like a fucking sledgehammer, or a baseball bat. I'm traumatized because of it. I see an anaconda, I scream."

Kakashi shook his head, "Can we talk about something else?"

"Yeah, Sakura," Kiba smirked. "Can we talk about the fact that you look like Cruella Deville's fur coat?"

"I'd wear her," Kakashi winked, moving to sit down at the kitchen table; tapping the wood indicating for Tenten to give him cards.

"Yeah, she looks worn," Kiba muttered, holding a bag of weed and plucking the nugget out to break apart on a small tray on his lap.

"Look, Kiba if you want to suck the man's dick, just ask. Your mouth is big enough." Sakura planted a fist on her hip, narrowing her eyes and winking.

"You're a real ass," Kiba snickered, shaking his head and stuffing the bowl of a small pipe. He held it up towards Sakura. "Do you want some?"

"Oh...I don't know..." Sakura hummed, glancing around to catch everyone's waiting expression. "I've never actually smoked before."

"There's a first time for everything," Lee remarked, leaning over to peek at Tenten's cards and scowling when Tenten shrunk away.

"Wait, so all of you really smoke?"

"Except Gaara," Neji nodded in unison with everyone else.

Sakura turned her attention to Kakashi who was muttering something to Gaara and elbowing him. "You smoke, too?"

Kakashi's head whipped towards Sakura, "Hmm? Oh, sure. At the parties. It's not a day to day thing. It helps us-"

"Relax," Sakura decapitated, somewhat astonished. "Temari told me."

"You don't have to smoke," Shino declared.

"Yeah, we won't judge you, little bunny," Ino sang impishly, glancing over at Kakashi.

"Doesn't sound as sexy as when I say it," Kakashi remarked coolly, slapping down two cards and fisting the air excitedly while Lee groaned openly.

"Well, hurry up and make up your mind," Kiba sighed, still holding out the pipe. "Or I'm skipping you completely. I thought I'd be nice and let you smoke first."

Sakura chewed on her lip, deliberating. She'd never smoked before, mainly because she never had the time. The concept of smoking never bothered her, she was just simply surprised the team was smoking; but then again they were just regular human beings, too. It's not like they had some insane moral code they had to adhere to, like Batman. A part of her had always wanted to try it, considering everything she heard about it; gods knew she could use a little help in relaxing.

"Sssaaakkkuuurrraaaa..." Kiba sang impatiently.

"Okay, okay," Sakura exclaimed, palms up in defense. "I'll smoke. But don't judge me, okay."

"I'm way past that," he grinned, watching Sakura march over and grab the pipe and lighter from him. "You know how to hit it, right?"

Sakura scowled, "Yeah, I think so."

"Mmhhm," Kiba nodded skeptically. "Put your thumb over this little hole when you light and suck. Then remove your thumb and suck in the rest of the smoke. Easy peasy."

"Easy peasy," Sakura muttered, putting the pipe to her lips.

She felt a little uneasy, mainly because she thought that everyone was watching her. When she did a quick scope of the room before lighting the pipe, she noticed the only person eyeballing her was Kakashi. His dark eyes were lit with humor, and a small grin was pulled crookedly at the corner of his mouth. Sakura pinched her brows down at him before turning back to Kiba and taking one small test hit first; making sure she did it right. After, she did it two more times; the second time feeling the burn in the back of her throat and lungs. She started to cough like a madman, waving air into her face and feeling her eyes water.

"Are you sure that's weed?" She spluttered, moving to the kitchen to take a swig of her beer.

Kiba took one big hit, holding the smoke in before billowing it out and laughing, "Yes, and it's good weed, too. So, you know. Buckle up and enjoy the ride—and I don't mean Kakashi."

"Don't tease me with a good time," Sakura snickered, peering over Choji's shoulder to get a better look at what he was cooking.

Kiba passed the pipe around to everyone in the room, besides Gaara who took off to the back yard to smoke a cigarette. Sakura watched with almost fascination each person smoking—as though it were some marvel. When it came around to Kakashi's turn, she tried not to blatantly stare, but she did. She watched his lips form over the pipe, the way his jaw clenched when he inhaled, and the way his neck flexed when he exhaled. Something about watching him do something simple seemed erotic, though Sakura knew chances are she could only see him though sex-colored glasses right now.

Everything he did seemed sexual.

The way he drank down his beer and his tongue would dart out to lick up the foam. The way he'd muss his hair and laugh at something stupid someone said, or the smartass remark he'd casually make. When his long body would stand and he'd make his way to the fridge; casually brushing up against her, his hand light on her hip or the small of her back in passing. Sakura noticed he was wearing clothes that made his body stand out more than usual; a black t-shirt with a slight v-neck that seemed to hug his pectorals. Dark blue jeans with shredded sections, fitting him yet somehow appearing just loose enough. She knew underneath the fabric the man was all muscle, and it took a lot for her to not sneak her hand up his shirt to feel the skin there. She also noticed with some disdain, that Kakashi had yet to say anything about the get up Ino had put her in. While she was still pretty embarrassed to be wearing it, she had really hoped that she'd get a reaction out of him; he'd say something, at least. For the most part though, he seemed to be really involved with the team. Everyone was laughing, joking, chatting about one thing or another. Shino and Neji swapped with Tenten and Lee to play the video game for playing cards. Naruto hung around Shika and Choji, harassing them for the ingridients for the meal they're making. Ino, Hinata, and Temari were grouped together on the couch, talking casually.

By this point, everyone was several beers in and everyone appeared wholly relaxed. Choji finished up with the cooking, serving up hot plates of delicious cooked meat and veggies that made Sakura's mouth water when she caught wind of it. She doesn't know when it happened, but as Sakura began to chew on her meat she noticed that she was chewing longer than usual. Her gaze became more distant, and her body felt weightless. Everything seemed funnier to her, and all she wanted to do was just listen in on everyone's conversation. All the worries she had typically dancing in the back of her mind seemed severely blurred, to nonexistent at all. The outfit didn't bother her so much, whatever anxiety she had was thrown to the breeze. Sakura figured she must be high, the way she felt like her head was buzzing. She found herself glancing over at Kakashi, who was now sitting on the couch next to Lee, Kiba, Naruto, and Shika. Sat across from them was Choji, Shino, and Gaara; all the men talking among themselves while all the women were at the table. Everyone seemed to be having a really great time, the drinks kept going, the music was still playing, and the laughter almost never stopped. There was no pressure for anyone to perform or entertain; it was purely just to unwind. Sakura found herself really having a great time and feeling thankful for the new group of friends she's made.

"Hey, let's all play a game!" Naruto exclaimed loudly, standing to raise his beer in the air.

"What do you suggest?" Neji grinned, fingers locked over his stomach. The otherwise straight spined man was slouched on the couch, almost suck into the couch cushions; eyes heavy-lidded, seemingly content.

"Hmmm, I don't know—how about Jyan ken pon?"

"BOR-ING!" Ino shouted, flicking her small wrist. "I know that could entertain you for hours, but we'd like to play an adult game."

"As long as they're not your adult games," Tenten giggled, her high cheek bones pink from the alcohol.

"Yeah, you nasty," Naruto squinted red eyes at her suspiciously.

"Sorry, I don't put much stock in a sex slave," Ino yawed, bored.

"Sex slave..." Naruto slowly turned his head from Ino to Hinata, peering deeply at either of them. "What are you talking about?"

"Sakura, do you have any fun American games we can all play?" Ino continued, ignoring Naruto who was still drawling on about how he doesn't know what she's talking about.

"Umm.." Sakura closed her eyes, pink brows pulling down as she thought hard. "Never Have I Ever?"

"What's that?" Choji inquired, dangling a piece of meat above him and swallowing it whole.

Sakura took in a slow breath, trying to make sure what she says makes sense, "It's...a game..."

"You don't say?" Shika teased, rolling his eyes.

Sakura ignored him, "It's a drinking game, but like you get to learn things about the other? So you say, 'never have I ever been in a fight,' and if you have been in a fight, you take a drink. So you just think up shit that you've done or could do, or things people do."

"Oh, that sounds fun!" Temari smiled excitedly. "How do you win?"

Sakura shrugged, "Well, usually it's whoever gets the most fucked up first loses."

"So you just say whatever comes to mind?"

Sakura nodded, popping her lips and gulping down the rest of her beer. She stood up and grabbed another, noting to herself that she lost count four beers ago. She was definitely high, and she was also most definitely buzzed. Usually Sakura didn't let loose this way around people, but she felt incredibly comfortable with the team; knowing nothing bad would come from it.

"Okay, well let's play!" Ino clapped her hands together loudly. "You're the American, you go first Sakura."

"Ah, hmm...Okay, I've got one," Sakura ran her tongue across her lower lip. "Never have I ever broken into somewhere."

Everyone deadpanned, lifting their beers and taking hefty swigs.

"You've all broken into a place before?!" Sakura gasped loudly.

"Uh, duh," Shika remarked slowly. "It comes with the territory."

"You don't have like...super-secret access to places?" Sakura giggled, realizing somewhere in her head just how dumb she probably sounded.

Neji guffawed, "Bad guys won't give us 'super-secret' access to their hide outs. We've got to do what we've got to do, it's a part of the job."

"Isn't that scary?"

"Not really," Tenten commented casually. "You get used to it. As long as you don't get caught, you're fine."

"What happens when you get caught?" Sakura realized that, even though she knew a little about what the team did, she had little to no details about their jobs. She understood it was dangerous; they all bore scars like Kakashi. "Do you get arrested?"

Naruto cackled, "I wish we'd get arrested. Usually we just get stabbed or shot at if we get caught."

Sakura's face fell, "Oh...boy, that just really...really sucks..."

Everyone broke out into laughter; laughing way harder and longer than what was warranted. Peering around, Sakura could tell everyone was feeling as light-headed as she was. If the way they behaved didn't make it obvious, the sets of squinted eyes made it clear, too. Stiff shoulders seemed slack, tense jaws loose, and everyone seemed to be wearing a smile. Even Kakashi, the king of cool, was now taking "chill" to an entirely new level. His already aloof manner was tripled, regarding everything with a complacent, feckless gaze. She found herself feeling jealous over how fucking cool he was, wishing she could have the same air about her instead of being high strung all the time.

"Alright, I'll go next," Naruto beamed, adjusting himself to cross his legs. "Never have I ever...done a handstand...?"

"Really?" Ino remarked dully. "That's the best you've got?"

Naruto grimaced, "What do you mean, that's a good one! I mean, have you done a handstand before?"

Ino glowered, lifting her hand to give him the bird.

"Hmph," Naruto snorted, a wide smug smile spreading across his face. "That's what I thought."

"Whatever, you can't do one either," Shika yawned, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Uh, yes I can," Naruto retorted defensively. "Ask Hinata! I've done a thousand- I do handstands all the time!"

"Why?" Kakashi chuckled lazily. "What goes on in your day to day life that warrants a thousand handstands? And why just a thousand, was that your limit?"

Naruto gawked, tossing his head around the room, "Hinata- back me up!"

Hinata giggled, her nose and cheeks a subtle red. She raised her hands to smooth her hair down, giggling again and casting her gaze to her lap.

"She's too high to back you up," Kiba chortled. "That means we don't believe you."

"Ah! What?!" Naruto shouted, hands held out to his sides in exasperation. "I'm telling the truth! I'm good at things like that!"

"You know what," Shino began, tipping his beer in Naruto's direction. "Let's make a deal. If you can do a handstand and a backflip—we'll take you for your word for now on about super cool things you can do." Shino was smiling, his tone patronizing as though he were a parent breaking something down for a toddler to understand.

Naruto, none the wiser, took the bait. "OH, you are on, Shino-fo-fino-mo-mino! I'll do a fuckin handstand and a backflip to prove it to you assholes."

"Ah, ah ah ah," Rock Lee sat up, wiggling his finger. "Let's sweeten the deal, friend. I challenge you to a handstand-backflip...off...We'll both do them, and everyone can judge who did it the best."

Naruto lifted his chin, bright blue eyes hardening with drunk determination, "I accept your challenge, Lee."

Lee stood up suddenly, thrusting his fist out in front of him and his bushy brows pinching aggressively, "This will be the challenge of a lifetime! And if I lose, I owe you ramen for a week!"

"What if I lose?"

"Then you have to do a handstand every time before you walk into a building," Shika tittered. "And we'll also never believe you when you say you can do something. But, let's shake it up. You can't just do a handstand and then a backflip. You have to start with a backflip and then land into a handstand."

"Fine!" Naruto shouted, laughing loudly before pointing a finger at Lee. "You. Me. Backflip-handstand. NOW!"

"Woah," Kakashi called out, pulsing his palms in front of him. "This is great and I can't wait to see who loses; but do this shit in the backyard."

"Alright! Let's fuckin' do this shit!" Naruto hollered, standing to open the sliding back door and wave his arm wildly before dashing out.

The team started to move, Lee being the first to follow Naruto out while everyone else lined out; muttering among each other about placing bets on who cracks their skull. Sakura moved to her feet, beginning to amble her way over when an arm snuck its way around her waist and pulled her into a hard body. Another hand slid to span flat across her stomach, and the rumble of Kakashi's voice vibrated in her ear, "I have been waiting all night to get you alone for a second."

"Have you?" Sakura piqued, running her hand down his forearm to intertwine her fingers with his on her stomach.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, nuzzling the dip just behind Sakura's earlobe. "So you spilled the beans, hmmm?"

"Beans?" Sakura echoed, her hazy mind confused. "What beans?"

"The beans, Sakura. No one is allowed to call you little bunny besides me."

"Oh," Sakura giggled, dipping her head back against his collarbone. "She just has the way of getting you to talk."

"Yeah, it's called peer pressure," Kakashi snickered, pressing a kiss on the top of her head. "Speaking of Ino, did she buy you this little get up?"

"She did," Sakura nodded. "She said she was my fairy godmother of getting dick. She said it'd make you sweat."

Kakashi chuckled, pulling her in tighter against his body, "Well, kudos to your godmother of dick. I've been sweatin' up a storm all night."

"Could have fooled me," Sakura muttered, not even registering what she had just said. The combination of alcohol and weed has now fully removed her filter, and though somewhere she thought maybe she should care; but she honestly didn't.

"Excuse me?" Kakashi started, using his hands to turn Sakura around to face him. Onyx eyes glittered with mild amusement, though his silver brows were pulled tight in the middle. "Run that by me again?"

Sakura rolled her eyes, "I'm just saying, you didn't say anything all night to me about it; so I felt a little bummed."

"Usagi, I can't say out loud in front of the team just exactly what I'm thinking when I see you in that cute little mini-skirt," Kakashi's eyes narrowed, head dipping down to kiss her lips softly. "They would be horrified, and Kiba would probably never ask about my sex life again."

Sakura kissed him back, feeling a slight jolt of electricity in her chest when he deepened the kiss; his tongue drawing a wet line along her bottom lip. Sakura pressed her hips into his, arching at her lower back to fully look at Kakashi. "What would you say?"

Kakashi's eyes flashed, his chin tipped down so his gaze leveled with hers, "You really want me to say it?"

"I do," she rasped.

One silver eyebrow arched, "It's very dirty, Sakura."

"Try me," she whispered, moving in to kiss him again. From outside, faint cheering and whooping could be heard from the rest of the team; though that didn't seem to tear either of the two's gaze away from each other. They were wrapped up in a bubble, enraptured by each other; and Sakura didn't care if she was caught in an embrace with the man. She just wanted to be touched by him.

"Well," he rumbled, kissing the corners of her mouth and her chin, "The first thing I'd do is run my hands up the back of your thighs and give your ass a good slap just to test how tight this skirt is on you. Then, for good measure, I'd get a handful of your cheeks."

"You do that a lot," Sakura giggled.

Kakashi winked, "You've got a very nice body Sakura, and a great ass to boot. I'm just showing my appreciation for it. Now, where was I..."

"You were squeezing my tush."

"Ah," Kakashi nodded knowingly. "I was." Hands moved from her sides, down her back to cup her ass tightly; pulling the globes of her behind up, pulling the skirt with it. "I'd kiss you nice and slow; making sure you feel my hands all over every inch of your body. When you're nice and worked up, I'd turn you around-"

Suddenly Kakashi grabbed Sakura's shoulders, whipping her around and wrapping his left arm around the front of her hips to tuck her into his lap. He leaned over, whispering in her ear, "I'd part your legs with my feet first-" Using his foot, he wiggled it between Sakura's feet; knocking his foot against the side of her ankles to spread them apart. "I'd bend you over and-"

"Hey, you two are missing th—oh fucking Christ, would you two get a room?" Kiba had charged in, eyes wide with excitement, his expression falling when he caught sight of Sakura and Kakashi.

Sakura leapt forward, detangling herself from Kakashi and trying to hide the rising blush in her face. Kakashi simply straightened, a lopsided, smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Kiba shook his head, "You two seriously can't wait until the party's over?"

"Ah, well," Kakashi shrugged carelessly, rubbing his jaw with his hand. "I saw the opportunity, I took it."

Kiba opened his mouth to speak at the same time the rest of the team came piling in, Naruto holding his head and groaning loudly about a rematch. Lee was beaming with victory and pride, smiling ear to ear and laughing. Sakura moved to sit down at the kitchen table, feeling Kakashi's hand graze the bare skin of her mid-drift as she passed. The team sat back down in their spots, tittering on among each other about different topics and laughing loudly.

The remainder of the night continued on with light conversation and laughter, however at some point Sakura lost track of what was being talked about. Her head had started to swim, and she suddenly felt extremely exhausted. Hinata had passed out on the couch while the rest of the girls sat at the table. The men were in the living room chattering among themselves, and though Sakura tried to listen in she couldn't pay attention. She had started to nod off when she felt a light tap on her shoulder, her eyes cracking open to see Kakashi smiling at her.

"Why don't you go to bed?" He muttered, grabbing her hand to pull her up.

"No," Sakura groaned, landing a light slap on his shoulder. "I don't wanna be a party pooper."

"Hinata already pooped on the party," he chuckled. "Just go ahead and get some sleep. Everyone is about to pass out anyways, so I'll be there in a little bit."

Sakura rubbed her eyes sleepily, "Are you sure? I can hang."

He shook his head, "I'm sure. Everyone," Kakashi turned to face the team. "Say goodnight to Sakura."

"Is she tapping out?" Kiba asked, lolling his head to the side drunkenly. "Alright. Goodnight." The rest of the team followed Kiba's lead, smiling and waving goodnight to Sakura.

"Night," she smiled weakly, letting Kakashi take her hand and guide her to the bedroom.

"You're going to bed, too?" Shika called out to Kakashi.

"No," he answered over his shoulder. "There's things we've got to talk about beforehand."

When they reached the bedroom, Sakura tossed her body on the bed; feeling heavy and weightless at the same time. She closed her eyes tightly, breathing in through her nose and out her mouth to keep the spinning in her head to a minimum. On her side, she could feel tugging at the leather strings of the skirt. Sakura lifted her head, peering over at Kakashi who was undoing the string.

"What are you doing?" she drawled, jutting her hip to try to shake him off. "I can do it."

Kakashi simply continued, grinning to himself as he moved to the other side to repeat the action.

Sakura shook her hip again, turning over on her back with her hands braced behind her. She lifted her leg and planted her foot in the middle of his chest in attempts to push him back some. Kakashi wrapped his hands around her ankle, raising her foot to run his lips along the side before planting a kiss in the arch of her sole. Sakura giggled and moved to jerk her foot back only to be caught and held in place by Kakashi. Their eyes met for an immeasurable amount of time before Sakura spoke up.

"That tickles..."

"I'm not sorry," he replied, pressing his lips against her sole again. "Now," using her ankle, he tugged her body towards him effortlessly. "Stop distracting me so I can help you get out of these clothes."

"I don't need you to undress me," Sakura bit hazily, scowling at him. "I can take care of it myelf."

"I know," he remarked simply. "But any chance I can get to take clothes off of you, I'm going to take." With another tug, he pulled her close enough that her legs were on either side of his waist, his big hands coming up to her hips; fingers tucking under the tight fabric of the skirt and tugging down.

"You're a pervert," Sakura snickered, letting her head fall back as he tugged the skirt off completely and tossed it to the side.

"Only with you, Sakura," he sang, running his hands up her sides to grip the bottom of her shirt. "Sit up, please."

Sakura jerked the upper half of her body up slowly, feeling the world around her wobble as she rose. She wrinkled her nose at Kakashi, "Sure you do. I bet you do this for all the ladies." She raised her arms when Kakashi pulled the shirt up over her head. Once the fabric was pulled up and gone, she was greeted with the earnest gaze of Kakashi.

"That's where you're wrong, my dear Sakura. I have never wanted a woman as bad as I want you. I've never wanted to take care of a woman as much as I want to take care of you. I've never ever felt the need to prove myself to someone, but I constantly feel the need to prove myself to you. I've never wanted to protect someone like I do you, and I've never been so sexually wound up by someone like I am with you. I'd do anything for you; I'd get you the moon, if you wanted me to."

Sakura's brow crumpled. She was definitely drunk, and as hard as she tried to focus on the weight of his words, her eyes were willing her to sleep. She laid back, wiggling into the bed and peering through cracked eyes at Kakashi.

"So you're saying you love me?" She croaked, feeling a blanket being pulled over her.

Through her lashes, she saw Kakashi lean in and kiss her sweetly, pulling away to murmur, "It feels that way."

Eyes fluttered, and darkness encroached in on Sakura.