Kakashi blinked once, then twice. She was still there, leaning against his door. The right shoulder of the kimono she was wearing had slipped off her shoulder and was now draped down her arm. It showed her collarbone and her shoulders. The stark contrast between the indigo fabric and her pale skin made her look like porcelain. He was afraid of moving, of speaking. Avoiding Sakura ever since that mission had been hard but he pushed the thoughts of her out of his mind. But here she was, looking devastating beautiful, leaning against his door, wearing that damn kimono.

She moved her arms and Kakashi winced. He forced himself not to crouch like a cornered animal. Gracefully, she took hold of the ribbon that was in her hair and pulled it. Her pink hair sprung to life as is fell out of the high ponytail, waving down her back. A lump formed in Kakashi's throat. He tried to swallow but he couldn't. Nor could he peel his eyes away from her.

"Would you like some tea?" He finally croaked out.

Sakura stepped forward and Kakashi stepped back. He finally was able to swallow and gathered himself enough to move into the kitchen. Taking out the kettle, Kakashi filled it with water but in his slightly drunken stupor he sloshed water all over the counter. He reached up to grab the leaves in his cabinet when he felt her arms wrap around his neck. She smelled like when you woke up in the forest with the morning dew still on the ground and strawberries. There was no smell of alcohol on her breath, just a hint cherry. His hand gripped the tea but he felt her lips touch his neck and he dropped the bag. The contents spilled all over the counter and into the sink.

"Oops." Sakura whispered against him.

Shivers traveled straight down his spine.

"Sakura…" Kakashi turned around and took her hands from behind him. He held them down between the two of them. "What are you doing?"

She took her hands out of his and walked out of the kitchen into the living area. It looked like she was surveying the apartment. With her back to him, she started to untie her bandage around her eyes. It slipped off and she set it on the coffee table. Turning around, Sakura looked at him with her hauntingly beautiful eyes. But her hands moved gracefully to her obi and with one simple pull, the obi un-wove itself around her waist and joined the bandage on the table. The kimono slit open, the valley of her breasts and the simple black underwear visible.

"Do you not want me?"

"Sakura, that's not…" Kakashi looked away from her. "What do you want?"

"You won't love me."

Kakashi looked at her, confused. "What?"

Sakura sighed and Kakashi watched as she furrowed her bow. "That's not..." She paused for a moment. "I don't have to worry about you falling in love with me."

"Sakura…" She had stunned him into silence.

"You don't see me as anything other than Sakura. To you I'm not someone you would ever be with. But I know that you find me sexually attractive." Her hand ran the length of the obi, making it sway open more but she wasn't doing it intentionally. Her face showed that she was still in her thoughts. "I thought that maybe, you would want me. Even though you started to avoid me, I thought it might be partly because I lost my temper but also because of what happened in the inn."

Sakura shrugged the top of the kimono off and crossed her arms under her breasts. The fabric pooled in front of her breasts exposing the top half of them. Kakashi followed the line of her neck, shoulders, collarbones, and the roundness of the top of her breasts. She was going to kill him, right here and now. Without weapons or chakra.

He was caught. Kakashi was losing the battle between his body and his mind. His body already knew what it wanted. It yearned to touch her soft skin. Yearned to kiss her collarbones. Yearned to bite the top of her breasts. His body shivered and every time his heart beat it hurt worse because he wasn't touching her, caressing her. But this was Sakura, his former student. She was a force of nature. The more he saw of her body, the more scars he saw. He had told Tsunade that he couldn't help her. This wouldn't help her. It could be her breaking point if she woke up in the morning and regretted it.

Her eyes were watching him as he struggled. He stared into them, unable to look away. His heart hammered in his chest. Sakura walked towards him slowly. As she did, Kakashi watched the kimono fall away. He stared intensely at it as it pooled on the floor. Suddenly there was a shock to his system. Her hand had slipped into his, her fingers weaving between his. Her skin was touching his and his heart almost burst out of his chest. All thought disappeared and his body moved of its on volition.

His hands moved, hungry for more. She gasped as he shoved her against the counter. He hungrily ran his hands up her back and tangled them in her hair. Sakura unzipped his vest and he regretfully untangled his hands from her hair as she pushed the vest off his shoulders. Next she pulled off his shirt and flung it somewhere on the floor. She touched his chest but he still had the undershirt that had his mask attached to it. Her hand retracted. Kakashi growled and grabbed the bottom of the shirt, ripping it up and off of him. Tossing the shirt on the floor next to them.

Sakura gently placed her hands back on Kakashi's chest. They moved slowly, contouring every line, every scar. She moved up to his collarbones, shoulders, and neck, stopping at his jawline. This was her way of seeing. He itched for her touch but he held back waiting for her to move forward.

Her fingers moved individually, first along his jaw, where she brought up her other hand. Taking both sides of his face, her fingers ran over his lips, and then his nose. He took off his hitai and closed his eyes as she ran her fingers lightly over his eyes and his forehead. She smoothly ran down the side of his face and she cupped his face. Lifting up on her tiptoes, Sakura touched her lips to his. He could taste her; the cherry and something far sweeter than any drink could provide. Unable to take it anymore, Kakashi crushed his lips into hers and his tongue dove in to steal more of the liquid sugar.

He leaned down without parting his lips from her and cupped her butt, lifting her up onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around him and his hands returned to tangling themselves in her hair.

Breaking apart, Kakashi took a couple deep breaths but his breath hitched as she kissed his collarbone. Involuntarily, a moan escaped Kakashi as his back arched. Sakura took this as an invitation and lay kisses further up his neck until she reached his jaw. She nipped at his jawbone and Kakashi slammed his hands down on the counter. Sakura squeaked but his arms were now holding him up. His knees had given out.

"Sakura…" He growled. No other woman had affected him like she was. He never lost control, never had his knees buckled.

Her breath tickled his ear. "Yes Kakashi?"

"We need to move. Now."

Sakura answered by wrapping her arms around his neck and tightening her legs around his waist. He placed one hand on her back to hold her against him but as he turned and walked to the bed, Kakashi flicked off the kitchen lights. His other hand held her and gently placed her down on the bed. Stepping back he looked at her. The only light was the streetlamp that shone directly onto his bed. Her bright hair spread across the bed. Her body was tight, muscular but after five years Sakura had grown into a woman. The curves of her hips were far more defined, far more devastating. From her ribs, her breasts had filled out but still kept their tight perkiness. Kakashi let his knees rest against the edge of the bed.

"Kakashi?" She sat up and reached out to him.

He obliged and took her hands but then let his hands run further up her arms. She placed her hands on his shoulder blades and brought him forward. Kakashi climbed onto the bed, straddling her. She gently pulled his head down and kissed him, nipping at his lips. It was Kakashi's turn and as he broke away, he kissed her jaw. He trailed kissed down her neck, hitting both her collarbones, and kissing the valley between her breasts. Pulling away, he waited a moment. His mouth enveloped her nipple and she gasped. Her body trembled but Kakashi moved so that she was secured under him. He turned his attention to the other but she was more prepared. Kakashi gently nipped and her body jolted against him. He chuckled.

"Kakashi." Her voice was higher than normal.

"Hm?" He started kissing her ribs.

"Aren't you a little overdressed for the occasion?" She was smirking.

He looked down at his pants and sighed. Lifting off her and standing up, Kakashi started to undo his pants. His mind seemed to take this moment and sputter back to life. Sakura was lying naked in his bed and he was about to have sex with her. He was frozen midway through untying his pants. This occasion was going to get him killed. There were at least five people who would kill him if he continued. One of which could be the very woman who was lying in his bed.