Chapter 18
She hadn't meant to snoop, really. It was a completely unintentional snoop. At least, the first one was.
But things had escalated, and that one glimpse of something private, led to a glance here, and a peep there, until she was out of control and digging through his things to find out more. She wasn't proud, but it was the truth. The thought of admitting it to him drove dread deep into her heart, but she knew she'd have to. There were some questions snooping could not answer.
Like, why? Why had he done it? Why had he hid it from her? How long had it been going on? How had he kept something so significant from her, for all this time? Was he embarrassed? Was their whole thing—relationship, whatever—for this? She didn't honestly believe so, but the questions buzzed around in her head incessantly. The longer she ignored them, the harder they stung.
So, now, here she was; standing at the back of a crowded bookstore in central Konoha, which she had shelled out two-hundred bucks to do, just to hide amongst spinning racks of self-help drivel to slyly watch "Sukea" host a Q&A—a Q&A about his debut novel, the first in the continuation of the critically acclaimed (by perverts, Sakura noted) Icha Icha Paradise, originally penned by the late and great Jiraiya.
A book which Sakura had not read herself, but one she had seen Kakashi pore over hundreds of times. A book she had seen in his possession, dog-eared to hell, and so scribbled over in red pen, he had ended up having to procure a second, readable copy.
A book which, Sakura happened to know, had a sequel in the works—one that happened to be in its first draft, and housed on Kakashi's laptop. One that happened to include a salacious scene that was suspiciously relatable—to her, specifically.
"You, in the back," Sukea called out. Sakura ducked, hiding her head behind a hardcover copy of Roar: the Cougar's Guide to Embracing Your Sexuality. She briefly considered picking up a copy for Tsunade.
A woman sitting in the second to last row, only a few feet away from Sakura's less-than-impressive hiding spot, stood to ask her question. "Some of your passages are so breathtaking and poignant, it's almost like I can feel the emotion through the page. How much, if any, would you say is inspired by your own life experience?"
"Yes!" Sakura hissed, overcome with her excitement for some answers. She clapped a hand hard over her mouth, but in her haste to shut herself the fuck up, she smacked Roar right off its rack and to the ground with a loud slam that was far more conspicuous than her overzealous whisper had been.
She scrambled after it as it slid out from behind the wire rack, cursing softly to herself as she ducked to pick it up, but it was too late. She could feel his eyes on her.
She tried to avoid meeting his gaze, but it was magnetic. She stood no chance. Her face was burning with mortification as she slowly lifted her face, her eyes locking with his.
"A fair bit," he confessed.
Coming home from work was usually very predictable; if she had been working a graveyard shift, she went straight into her apartment, washed off the hospital smell, and then hit the sack, face first. If she came home at a decent hour, Kakashi was usually waiting for her. Those days were her favourite, and since coming under the mentorship of Tsunade, they seemed to be more frequent.
It meant a built-in way to unwind. Everything about Kakashi screamed relax, despite all the ways in which he grated her nerves. Since declaring a truce (for the most part; her pug mask shenanigans had not been forgotten, and he was fond of reminding her of it) in lieu of a budding relationship, seeing her only-sometimes-infuriating neighbour generally brought her peace.
Adapting some of that Kakashi-esque nonchalance was quite possibly the best thing that had ever happened to her. And so long as she didn't start slouching like him, she would continue to be grateful for it. It was just easier to breathe around him. It helped that he smelled so good, all of the time.
As always, she flopped straight over the edge of the couch to bury her face in whichever part of his body it hit first. This time, it was the crook of his neck. She inhaled deeply, wrapping a hand around him to bring him closer, but instead of the usual warm, pliable body she was used to, she was met with rigidity.
"Are you stressed?" she blurted out in shock. Kakashi sighed and rolled his shoulders, giving her one of his winning smiles over his shoulder, but she had fallen victim to that smile too many times to miss the telltale signs of force behind it. The corners of his lips were lifted in near-perfect symmetry and his lips were pulled just a hair too taut over his teeth.
"I'm fine," he dismissed, finally leaning into her touch. He was cute but she was not so easily swayed.
"Kakashi," she challenged, deadpanned.
"Sakura," he mimicked.
"I've never seen you stressed out before," she said, pushing her hand into the tense muscles of his shoulder until he heaved a shuddering breath and sunk into the couch. "Is it work?" she asked softly, mostly out of concern, and a little bit out of her innate curiosity for the one facet of his life he had kept completely closed off to her.
She told herself that she only pried because they were together and it was odd that he would be so private with her. In reality, she knew she was a simple being, driven by a competitive and nosy nature that simply burned at the idea of someone knowing something she didn't.
"Mm," he grunted in what she assumed was an affirmative.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked, carefully hiding her keen interest behind kneading hands.
"No," he said resolutely and so harshly even he grimaced. "It's not worth talking about," he added in an unhappy grumble.
She continued pressing into his shoulders, working out the knots and maybe indulging herself a little in the feeling of his muscles beneath her fingertips. If she was going to massage him, she might as well enjoy herself. His sighs as she worked him over certainly were enjoyable, to say the least. As unsatisfied as her inner sleuth was, her inner horndog (a much wilier and louder presence) was jumping for joy.
She lowered her lips to his neck, letting them linger on his pulse point as she slowly eased away his tension until he was malleable enough to be pushed flat onto his stomach, laid out across his couch. He didn't complain when she climbed over the back of the couch and sat herself on top of his butt. On the contrary, he seemed more than happy to let her use him as furniture, so long as she continued massaging out the kinks in his back.
"I should be stressed more often," he murmured into the couch cushion.
"So, this was just some ploy to get me to dote on you?" she teased.
"You're a cruel creature by nature. I've got to take advantage where I can," he replied, his easy smile appearing on the visible half of his face, and this time, she knew for certain that it was genuine. She reclined over him to press a kiss to the corner of his smile.
"You're not slick, Hatake," she whispered, pressing her thumbs into a particularly tight area between his shoulder blades until he groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Maybe she had a teensy bit of a sadistic streak, because she loved it when she could get to him like this. He was so cute when he was at her fingertips, powerless against her charms. She rarely indulged anyone with one of her massages (mainly because they were wimps who couldn't take it) but Kakashi was a worthy candidate, and not just because the sounds he made turned her into a whole ass slip 'n slide.
"Feeling better?" she asked, granting herself another slow kiss on the warm skin of his back and smiling into it.
"Mm, nearly there," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. He was trying to rile her up, but she wouldn't let him get to her. "You're a decent masseuse," he tacked on for good measure. That did the trick.
"Decent?!" she cried. "You are putty in my hands!"
He laughed, his whole body shaking beneath her, making her bounce gently where she was perched on his backside. "All the kinks are gone from my back, but I have one more area that's feeling a little tense," he said with a smirk, abruptly turning over and nearly launching her off the couch in the process.
It didn't take a genius to understand which part of himself he was referring to.
"You're incorrigible," she chastised.
"And you're wet."
"You don't know that," she argued.
"There's a damp patch on my ass that says otherwise," he said, that infuriating, arrogant smirk in full effect and his hands sweeping up and down her thighs.
"Don't blame me for your accidents."
He groaned and removed his hands from her. "You are ruining this for me," he complained. She couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of her, but she did lean over to kiss him in apology.
His hands had just slipped back onto her thighs when his phone buzzed from deep inside his pocket, inconveniently (or conveniently, depending on how you looked at it) situated beneath Sakura's straddling hips. Kakashi's eyes flashed at the little moan-and-wriggle routine she did at the sensation of it vibrating against her.
"You should get that," she said, feeling vilified by his betrayed expression as she scooted off of him.
"I'd really rather not," he grumbled, even as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and swung his legs to the floor. "Hello?" he said blandly after swiping the call open. He sighed and shot her an apologetic and disheartened look as he silently excused himself and disappeared into his bedroom.
Sakura sighed and settled into the couch, ruminating on Kakashi's stress and the mysterious nature of his work. She really thought that he would have opened up about it by this time. God knew she spilled her guts to him about every single thing in her life. It stung to think there was something he wasn't willing to share. His friends seemed to know, so why not her?
She didn't want to have to do it, but the curiosity was eating her away. So, she did it. She googled him.
Kakashi Hatake, a celebrated editor who left his office at Between the Leaves Publishing House for the flexibility and independence of freelance work. Well-versed in a broad set of genres, Hatake is heralded as a master of diverse literary narratives. Reserve your spot in one of Hatake's writer's workshops now!
Well, that didn't seem so nefarious. In fact, it was quite the letdown. Maybe he hadn't spilled the beans on his career because it was actually despairingly dull.
Feeling a weight had been lifted, Sakura hopped up and moved toward his fridge to steal the leftovers from last night's dinner. She snickered to herself, knowing that he would be very unimpressed with her thievery, but also knowing that that roast chicken was well-worth facing the brunt of his chagrin.
She was tip-toeing past his bedroom door, very slightly ajar, when she heard something that made her pause.
It wasn't her fault. She hadn't gone over there with the intent to eavesdrop, and he should have known better than to have private conversations behind open doors with an admittedly insatiable snoop around.
"It's not ready," she heard him say, his voice tight with exasperation. He paused as the other person spoke. "I know they did, but I can't—! It's not that simple. I need another week." Another break. Sakura could hear frantic mumbling faintly on the other end, but it was far too quiet for her to make any of it out.
"I know what the deadline is." Frustration was seeping into his words now. Sakura did not envy whoever was on the receiving end of that. "Look, I need one more week. Tell them I'm dying, or joining a monastery, or something, I don't care. They need me more than I need them."
Silence. Sakura listened carefully, but for a tense moment, she could hear absolutely nothing. Then, a long, wearied sigh, followed by footsteps.
Shit.
She darted toward the kitchen, trying to put as much space between her and his bedroom door as possible, but as luck would have it, she put as little space as possible between her hip and the counter, instead. With a loud and pained grunt, she doubled over and hit the ground, her head bumping loudly against one of his two stools.
"Ow," she grunted, fully annoyed with her own two feet.
Kakashi materialized before her, crouched down on one knee and eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yep!" she said, forcing a bright smile and chipper voice. It didn't sound very convincing to her own ears, but his mind was apparently too preoccupied for him to notice. "You know me; clumsy, clumsy Sakura," she said with a nervous titter.
Kakashi's smile was a little confused, but he still helped her to her feet. She brushed the non-existent dirt off herself before turning her back to him and continuing toward the fridge, slowly deflating in relief.
"Wait."
Shit.
"Yeah?" she asked, going for an easy-breezy tone but sounding stressy-stressed instead. His eyes narrowed.
"Were you going to steal my leftovers?"
Oh, thank fuck.
"I would never do that," she lied. He rolled his eyes but bent down to kiss her cheek.
"We can share," he suggested.
"Sure. Sharing, why didn't I think of that?" she grumbled to herself as she slid onto one of the stools at his counter.
"What was that?" he asked, glancing over her shoulder at her.
"I said, can I have the dark meat?"
Questions upon questions upon questions. She was going to lose her goddamn mind.
Was Kakashi mixed in with some criminal business? That conversation had been so heated and demanding, and honestly, a little sexy. Yeah, she may have had a wet dream about mafioso Kakashi, and, yeah, maybe there was a part of her that was hoping it was true, so sue her. But his eclectic soft rock vinyl collection, and the tiny green-and-blue cable knit sweater he bought Pakkun for the winter months didn't exactly scream crime boss.
Maybe he moonlighted as some business exec. They had a lot of high-tension phone calls, didn't they? Everything she knew about high-profile business people was from TV dramas, and whatever she could glean from Sasuke (aka, very little). Still, the idea of bursting into his office in stockings and six-inch heels to deliver the news of her discovery was another pleasant fantasy.
But then she imagined him rolling up to a board of directors meeting with his signature smut in hand, and suddenly, the whole thing seemed very unlikely. The desk sex was still appealing, though, so she would have to table that idea for another time.
Her brain flung a flurry of possibilities at her; everything from assassins, to witness protection, to a highly sought after wedding cake baker, in which case, it was pretty terrible of him to demand his clients wait a week for his creations, so she really hoped it wasn't that one.
In short, she was losing her mind. And, apparently, she wasn't the only one.
She walked into her own apartment, expecting it to be one of those nights where she would inhale whatever sad meal was waiting for her in her fridge and then face-plant into her pillows. To say she was shocked when she opened the door to find her lights on and Pakkun standing by, ready to greet her, would be an understatement. The real kicker, though, was Kakashi; hunched over even more than usual, head domed toward his laptop as he intently stared at an open document.
He didn't even seem aware that she'd come in. She quietly came up behind him, Pakkun cradled in her arms. She didn't want to startle him, but it was a little worrisome that he'd apparently been sitting here for so long he'd entered into a catatonic state.
"Kakashi?" she called softly. He jolted, his back snapping straight. His head vacated the space in front of his laptop, and her eyes zeroed in, almost subconsciously. She caught a glimpse of just a few words before he was tilting the screen down and out of her sight.
"Hey, you're home early," he said, voice and smile strained as he tilted his head back to peer up at her, upside down.
"Kakashi, I'm late," she pointed out. "How long have you been here?"
"What?" he asked in confusion, turning and casting his gaze past her to the microwave to see the time blinking at him. "Oh. I didn't realize."
"Have you eaten? Have you taken Pakkun for his walk?" she asked gently. Going by Pakkun's restlessness and Kakashi's grumbling stomach, she could assume the answer to both was no. "Why don't you eat something, and I'll take him out for a quick stroll?" she suggested. It seemed like a great idea until her jaw nearly unhinged with a wide yawn.
"You're exhausted," he sighed, rising and taking Pakkun from her arms.
"So are you," she pointed out grumpily. "Is this about work again?"
He nervously reached back and snapped the laptop shut, as if she could see anything anyway. What little she had seen was circling in the back of her mind, but she was far more concerned with the more immediate ramifications of what was on that laptop; i.e. Kakashi's sudden departure from space and time.
"Why don't we go together?" she suggested instead. "We can grab something from the place across the street."
The disoriented, slightly frantic look in his eye dissipated and softened as he slowly nodded in agreement. She slipped Pakkun into her biggest, comfiest hoodie, snickering at the appalled look on Kakashi's face when she displayed her preferred method of smuggling Pakkun in and out of the building.
"I think I can convince the chef to keep the kitchen open a little late for us," she mused as they headed down the hall together.
"I have no doubt," Kakashi agreed, dropping an arm across her shoulders as they waited for the elevator. "You could flirt your way into anything."
That filled her with a little too much self-satisfaction. "Fancy macaroni and cheese," she mused as the doors dinged.
"I'm lactose intolerant," Kakashi reminded her.
"But I'm not," she teased, grinning up at him. He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. He didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing its full-fledged form before kissing her gently.
"No cheese," he murmured against her lips.
"You should be more forgiving of my pregnancy cravings," she whispered, her lips brushing against his, pouting until he kissed her again, shaking his head and laughing into her.
"Oh, how sweet! How far along are you?"
Kakashi broke the kiss with a surprised choke, hurriedly sliding his mask back into place while Sakura preened under the attention, not-so-secretly enjoying his mortification.
"Five months. It's a boy!" she gushed. Kakashi's neck was bright red for the rest of the descent to the lobby. He didn't end up stopping her from flirting her way into a big serving of truffle mac 'n cheese.
Okay, this time it was her fault.
She wasn't proud, but she was desperate. A desperate woman could not be held accountable for her actions. It had to be done. It was snoop or die, at this point, and she was pretty sure, that given the option between a dead Sakura, and a breach of privacy, that Kakashi would choose to have his privacy poked into. Just a little bit.
Okay, a lot. She poked a lot. She was fiending for answers, and she couldn't stop herself. She never claimed to have self-control; that was all on Kakashi. This was what happened when he wasn't around to rein in her worst impulses.
So, yes, it was wrong that she broke his confidence by letting herself into his apartment when she knew he wouldn't be there, but his laptop would be, and, yes, it was wrong that she snuck Pakkun extra treats so that she wouldn't feel so guilty with his big eyes following her every deceitful move. But it was done, and it couldn't be undone.
She kept getting flashes of those words she'd caught a fleeting look at, and just needed to know. If he wasn't going to tell her, she was going to have to find out. For someone so private, it was a little embarrassing that his laptop's password was "pakkun", but she was grateful for it.
He probably never expected someone to break into his laptop to read his top-secret, stress-inducing documents.
That thought made her fingers pause over the keyboard. She felt so guilty it was making her sick, but the curiosity was even harder to live with. Then, those words flashed behind her eyes again.
Gasping… Clawing… Desperate… Pink…
She shook her head and started digging. It didn't take long at all. He had left the document open, one of the dozens of files minimized, but it was easy to pick it out of the bunch. There were comments upon comments in the margins, mostly his own, a few from "editor", and some from someone dubbed "Boss(y) Bitch".
The comments were neither here nor there. What really caught her rapt attention was the contents of the document, entitled Icha Icha Heaven - First Draft.
Kakashi had highlighted an entire section in red, a notation bubble off the side citing "TO BE REMOVED - NO ARGUMENTS", which was promptly followed by an abundance of arguing from Boss(y) Bitch. That seemed to be as good a place to start reading as any, Sakura thought.
Aiko, with all her passion and fervour, wasted no time pulling him in close. He was drunk on her; her cherry coloured lips, more potent than any wine he'd ever tasted, her sweet breath, taking him higher than any smoke ever could. He could dedicate his life to feeling every curve and contour of her body and it would never be enough. She burned so hot and bright, so filled with excitement and life. Just touching her sent sparks of vibrancy through him.
Oh, how he'd longed to touch her. It was unfathomable that she lay here with him, impatient and demanding, and so devastatingly beautiful. Jun would happily forsake all his gods for this woman. She cried for him in the sweetest song, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, begging and pleading with him. He would give her everything he had, and more.
Her bright eyes pulled him in just as deeply as her body did. Long, soft legs tangled with his; a firm thigh resting high on his hip, ankles flexing hard around his calves as she desperately dragged her body against his. Side by side, they lay together, stealing pleasured gasps and moans from one another, working toward the highest peaks of pleasure.
She held him tight as she descended from her heaven, breathing him in and breathing into him. His hands tangled in her pink hair as he took her in, flushed with ecstasy and panting from exertion, more beautiful than anything he'd ever laid eyes on; his own personal angel.
A wicked angel. Her smile was devilish as she pressed her parted lips to his with a sweet moan.
"Don't stop. Fuck me," she said breathily.
"Gladly."
Sakura sat back, her stomach in knots. This was all very familiar. It could be a coincidence, of course, but for the fiery woman and the odd position she and the main character had fallen into. She could write that off as a coincidence, had it not been for the pink hair.
So, Kakashi had given this story to the writer? It didn't seem very like him at all, to divulge such intimate details. It was certainly not a play by play of their first night together—at least, it wasn't how she remembered it—but it was too close to be an accident.
She huffed, scrolling through the document and picking up pieces here and there—an afternoon hike, a cliff-top romp in the backseat of a car, a flighty love interest with a penchant for dirty talk—until she was convinced that this was no accident. Kakashi had used their relationship to...what? Make someone's story better? Was the author too bland, or boring, or vanilla?
Frustrated, she scrolled back to the top of the document, this time, taking notice of the byline. It was that byline that had her heart pounding in her chest. Kakashi Hatake p/k/a "Sukea".
Oh god. Oh, god, she was such an idiot.
"A fair bit," Kakashi confessed, holding Sakura's gaze intently as he answered the woman's question. "My favourite thing about literature is that the stories are immortalized," he continued. Her position directly behind the woman made it easy for him to speak directly to her. "Once it's written, it lasts forever. I've been lucky enough in my life to have people and experiences that are worthy of immortality."
Oh.
Her breath whooshed out of her while the audience buzzed excitedly. The woman sat, clearly pleased with his answer, but his eyes stayed trained on Sakura. Slowly, people began to turn and look at her. The whispering intensified.
"That concludes our Q&A," a dark-haired woman with severe eyes and an intimidating smile announced. "If you would like information about future events…"
That was enough to unstick Sakura from where she stood frozen. She turned, her whole body warm and flushed as she busied herself with the only available distraction. She took Roar to the cash register and waited as the store clerk rang her up, silently urging her to move a little quicker.
"Pardon me," she heard Kakashi softly say, excusing himself to no doubt approach her and catch her neck-deep in her snooping.
"Would you like a gift receipt?" the store clerk asked.
"No, that's alright," Sakura said quickly.
"Paper or plastic?" she asked, holding up two bag options.
Sakura glanced frantically over her shoulder to see Kakashi drifting through the throngs of people, slowly making his way toward her. "Um—plastic," she answered absently.
"That'll be an additional five cents," the clerk informed her.
"Then paper," she huffed.
The girl nodded with a satisfied smile and popped open the paper bag. "Tissue paper?"
Damn it. Too late.
"Miss Haruno," Kakashi greeted quietly.
"Did you hear him? He knows her name!"
"Miss? Tissue paper?"
"I wonder who she is…"
"She's pretty…"
"Pretty enough to write a whole novel about?!"
The excited whispers devolved into frantic conversations and quiet squeals. Sakura was certain she was going to die in this bookstore.
"I didn't realize you were a fan of the series," Kakashi said softly, taking a step closer to her.
"I…" her words died out with a croak. She cleared her throat and tried again. "I read something recently that piqued my interest," she said, rather boldly. "An excerpt of something unpublished."
More fanatic whispers and squeaks from the gaggle of Icha Icha fans. Kakashi's neck was slowly going red.
"I see," he said, his voice low and rumbling, his eyes clouded in a way that made her stomach flip. "Perhaps you'd like to discuss it in private?"
Sakura gulped.
"Miss? Miss, would you like tissue paper?" the store clerk asked, waving a sheet of paper noisily to get her attention.
"No, thank you," she said abruptly, and probably a little rudely. The clerk made a face and bagged her book, stuffing the receipt in the bag and handing it off to her without another word. Sakura opened her mouth to apologize, but she'd already moved on. She sighed and brought her attention back to Kakashi. Sukea. Whatever.
"Somewhere private?" he asked again, a hand reaching forward to take her bag from her, his fingers brushing against the inside of her wrist and down her palm until the twine handles slipped from her curled fingers to his.
"Yes," she agreed breathlessly.
"Somewhere private" was not very far at all, and any discussion was put on hold indefinitely when they reached someplace that Kakashi apparently deemed private enough to force her up against a wall and kiss her dizzy. Her book clattered to the floor again, though this time it was far less disruptive.
Sakura felt like her body was going to burst into flames at any moment now, with the way Kakashi had his body pressed so fully to hers, his leg between both of hers, his thigh snugly pressed into the apex of her thighs. She whimpered into his kiss, rolling her hips against him, nothing but her cotton panties, and his slacks between her heat and his firm thigh.
She gasped when his hand slipped under her skirt to her ass and gripped her hard while his teeth sunk into her bottom lip with a guttural growl.
"We'll talk about this later," he decided.
"You mean your inevitable prioritization of our sex life?" she said cheekily, despite how airy her tone was under the force of her heavy breathing.
"Mm," he hummed into her neck, punctuated with a lick and a nip. "And you breaking into my apartment and laptop," he reminded her, his voice dry and dark with just a hint of warning that had her clenching her thighs together.
"Later," she agreed with a fervent nod. She pulled him back to her lips to kiss him hard. He indulged her in that for just a moment before his lips were sliding down her chin, under her jaw and down the column of her neck until he met the barrier of her shirt collar. Instead of being hindered by it, he dropped down to his knees with a sly smirk.
She didn't even have time to consider what he was doing before he had one of her legs dangling off his shoulder and his face buried between her thighs.
"Oh—my—god!" she gasped, her head thumping against the dusty, half-empty bookshelf behind her. Desperate for something to hold on to, her hand fell to his hair, only to feel it slide off in her grip. With a dismayed grunt, she tossed the brown wig aside and pushed her fingers under his cap, pushing it off before delving into his real hair, flattened by the wig, but it wouldn't be like that for long with the way she was going.
Was he laughing while eating her out? She couldn't see his face with her skirt in the way, but it didn't matter, because whatever he was doing down there was annoying but divine. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from making too much noise as he slipped two fingers into her, pistoning and curling quickly while he sucked and slurped at her pussy.
She whimpered, her legs beginning to quiver, the one she stood on buckling under her weight. She tightened her hand in his hair as one of his smoothed over her thigh soothingly. When he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked at it with the tip of his tongue, she saw stars.
She cried into her hand as she came, a prolonged, broken whine that was barely muffled by her efforts. Kakashi placed one chaste kiss to her seam before rising to his feet, her leg falling from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow.
"Is this going to end up in the next book?" she said snippily.
He smirked. "Only if you make it noteworthy," he promised. He gripped her chin and slipped his tongue into her mouth while he slid his length into her with one swift thrust.
She moaned into his kiss as his cock dragged against her walls, mumbling curses and praises as he fucked her slowly to start. It didn't take long before he picked up the pace and had her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Mm, Kakashi," she gasped, digging her nails into the back of his neck. "Oh, god," she moaned, her voice muffled by his tongue.
His hips snapped hard into hers, jerking her body against the shelves. "Shhh," he hissed, muffling his out groan in her neck. His thrusts grew harder as he pushed her leg up higher between them.
"Fuck!" she cried softly. "Fuuuuuuck," she wailed, the new angle making her clamp down hard on him so she could feel his cock so snugly inside her, sliding in and out, rubbing her walls so perfectly she began to tremble. "I'm gonna cum," she whimpered.
Her back hit the shelves again and again, thumping and knocking over whatever small contents were stored there. Kakashi cursed into her mouth, fucking her harder still, until her eyes were crossing and her mouth falling open with wordless cries.
"Shhh, Sakura," he groaned.
She clenched her jaw tight as more moans clawed their way out of her throat and her leg gave out completely under her. Kakashi held her up, his hands firmly under her ass as he thrust fast into her, his pace relentless until it wasn't.
She opened her mouth to him, happily swallowing his moans as he came deep inside her with a low moan. She sighed as she felt him spill inside her, one hot stream after another until he heaved a shuddering breath and fell out of her.
He gingerly let her back onto her feet, standing close to offer her support as she found her footing on shaky legs, and kissing her sweetly. She yelped quietly into his mouth when he dipped his fingers inside her, scooping out his spend before it could drip down her thighs.
She held his gaze as she took him by the wrist and raised his coated fingers to her lips.
"Fuck," he cursed softly, capturing her lips in another kiss before she'd even had the chance to swallow.
They shared exasperated smiles with one another as they righted themselves, Kakashi taking the time to roll her skirt back down for her, like a proper gentleman. Un-gentlemanly of him was the way he took her hand and led her another ten paces further between the dusty shelves to reveal a door which led to a makeshift dressing room, in which he kept a change of clothes, and more importantly, some goddamn privacy.
He shoved his wig and clothes into a large canvas bag, pretending not to notice her withering glare as he got changed. He gave her one last peck (which she only reluctantly accepted, thank you very much) before pulling a surgical mask over his face. She allowed him to take her by the hand and lead her back out to the main shopping area, now empty of any Icha Icha fans.
One person who lingered around was the woman who had been leading the Q&A, perched atop a book display, scrolling through her phone. When she saw them approaching she smirked and hopped down.
"You must be Sakura," she said knowingly.
"Anko," Kakashi sighed.
"You must be Bossy Bitch," Sakura returned with a smirk of her own. Anko barked out a laugh.
"I hope this means I can have my book, now," she said pointedly to Kakashi. "I'll let you two get out of here before you stink the place up with your hormones."
Sakura squeaked indignantly and flushed but Kakashi placed a firm hand at her back and urged her forward. She glared at him over her shoulder.
His eyes were creased above his mask in a smile that she knew was chock full of arrogance. "Definitely one for the books," he whispered in her ear.
He laughed through his pained grunt when she dug her elbow hard into his stomach.
