Author's Note: So, this happened. I have no regrets (besides being too lazy to write the rest of it. Just know that Kakashi's tie was put to good use)
Groaning, Kakashi stared at the paper in front of him and forced himself to read it less critically. Midterm was always exhausting because most of his exams were conducted in essay format. This year's English 101 students had been exceptionally challenging, and despite his best efforts to rally some sense of urgency in them, most of the papers were pointless regurgitation of sources instead of critical thinking.
Tossing the current essay aside, Kakashi removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He'd finally given in to wearing them for computer work and reading, which meant he wore them almost constantly. A headache was building at the base of his skull, but he needed to finish at least a dozen more papers before he called it a night.
A loud knock at the closed office door pulled Kakashi's attention from his current problems. He glanced at his watch; it was at least an hour past his usual hours, but the light through the frosted glass inset was hard to miss. "Hatake-sensei," called a muffled voice from the hallway.
Kakashi considered ignoring the request, but he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if it was important. "Come in," he answered, replacing his glasses and folding his hands across his stomach. When the door opened, Kakashi did a double take. "Sakura? What are you—*
"I know it's really late," Sakura murmured, glancing up at Kakashi through mascara darkened lashes. Her almost shy expression made no sense. "But, I was hoping there was some way I could get a little bit of extra credit before the end of the semester."
Kakashi's lips pulled into a confused frown. "What are you talking about?"
"I just have to pass this class." Sakura's voice dropped to a low purr as she closed the door behind her. "There has to be something I can do to bring my grade up."
Kakashi rolled his eyes at the woman across from him. "Sakura, what is this? It's late. I have a dozen papers to read, and a full schedule of classes to prepare for before tomorrow."
"You must be so tired," Sakura crooned, sliding around Kakashi's desk. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, gently massaging the muscle beneath. "Is there anything I can do to take your mind off things?"
Turning his chair so that Sakura's arms slid off, Kakashi frowned up at her. "I appreciate that you're here, but what are you doing? What's with all of this?" He gestured vaguely toward her makeup and the heavy coat that protected Sakura from the winter chill outside.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Professor Hatake." Sakura leaned close until her lips almost brushed Kakashi's ear. "I just need to know how I can raise my grade."
The implication behind the words brought a blush to Kakashi's cheek despite his effort to remain aloof. Sensing that the only way to get Sakura to back off would be to play along with her little farce, Kakashi crossed his arms over his chest. "You really should have put in more work during the semester if you wanted to pass."
"I'm willing to work harder now," Sakura offered with a small private smile. "If you can think of anything I could do."
Sakura's voice trailed off, but her fingers dropped down to brush over Kakashi's hand. He eyed the invitation in her gaze with a hint of dismay. Sakura misread his silence for something else and leaned in again to whisper by his ear. "Anything at all."
Kakashi blew out an exhausted breath and raked his fingers through his hair. "Please tell me you see how this could be read as inappropriate. This type of behavior is the exact ethical objection people would raise about our relationship."
"Except, you aren't really my professor," Sakura pointed out with a pout on her glossy, pink lips. "It's just roleplay, and nobody will know unless you tell them."
"I'll know," Kakashi growled, exhaustion momentarily forgotten at his annoyance over Sakura's actions. "I don't have student and teacher fantasies because even flirting with that line is practically the same thing as crossing it in my mind. And it doesn't matter that I'm not your professor now, because I was in the past."
Sakura's lips twisted momentarily, and Kakashi knew that she was considering launching into another argument, most likely to point out that they'd been sleeping together for months. And, while Kakashi knew that was a valid point, it didn't change that the whole idea of roleplaying as teacher and student left a sour taste in his mouth. It wasn't something he'd ever fantasized about.
Sakura gazed down at Kakashi with a mix of amusement and frustration. He gave his eyes permission to rove over her body. She'd selected a long winter coat that tied tight around her waist. Sakura's long pink strands had been curled loosely around her face, and her make up looked different though Kakashi couldn't explain how. She seemed more glowy than normal, and her lipstick shade was a shade paler and glossier than she normally wore. Or, maybe it was the light in his office. Kakashi wasn't sure.
"I won't tell your girlfriend," Sakura offered, leaning in to place a hand on Kakashi's shoulder.
Kakashi chuckled and forced himself not to lean into the light caress of Sakura's fingers sliding down his arm. "That's probably for the best; she's a muay thai expert."
"Oh," Sakura questioned with a hint of interest in her voice. "Are you saying you're turned on by danger? Because this could be very dangerous, sensei."
Fighting back the grin that tried to work it's way onto his lips, Kakashi hummed in agreement. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
Sakura's hands slid back up to Kakashi's shoulders as she moved behind his chair, fingers curling over his arms with familiar light touches. "You're so tense," Sakura tsked under her breath and started to massage his shoulders and upper back. "Let me help you relieve some of that pressure, then we can talk about my grade."
Despite the sultry tones in Sakura's voice, laughter bubbled through Kakashi's lips. He couldn't help it. The whole thing felt like some bad porno that he might have watched in college. Sakura poked his ribs, and he squirmed to the side. "Stop it," she whined. "I'm trying to do something nice."
"I know, and I appreciate it, but I can't take it seriously." Kakashi turned his chair around and pulled Sakura into his arms. "This kind of thing would never happen in real life."
Sakura's lower lip stuck out in a pout. "It could have happened. Plenty of girls would have loved to sleep with you over the years, if not for extra credit, then for the bragging rights of having slept with you."
Kakashi nuzzled against Sakura's neck, the itchy fabric of her coat scratching against his cheek. "So, that is what turned you on? Getting the bragging rights?"
"No," Sakura returned, tipping her head to the side to provide Kakashi's access to her neck. "You looked really good in that suit."
Greedily taking the space, Kakashi kissed along the smooth column and paused to nip at Sakura's ear. The woman shuddered, as he'd known she would, then she chuckled. "The bragging rights were just a bonus."
Sliding a hand into Sakura's hair, Kakashi tightened his grip and tilted her head backward. She let out a needy moan when his mouth moved to the front of her neck. Kakashi ran his teeth over her throat, racking the sensitive skin while he held her there. A thought pressed against Kakashi's awareness, something that he'd been ignoring. Despite his distaste for the scene unfolding in his office, the realization sent fire racing along his veins.
Kakashi released his hold, staring up at Sakura like he was seeing a new person. "Wait a minute. This wasn't about me, was it? It's your fantasy, not mine."
Crimson lit Sakura's cheeks in a way that makeup couldn't disguise. "Shut up," she grumbled.
"Is that any way to talk to a teacher, Sakura-chan," Kakashi asked, raising one hand to brush her cheek. The woman's blush deepened as he eyed her over the top of his glasses. "Especially one that you're asking a favor of?"
Sakura's embarrassment disappeared as she slid off Kakashi's lap. 'I'm sorry, sensei."
"That's better." Kakashi leaned back in his chair, arms crossed loosely over his chest. "Now, you wanted some extra credit?"
"Yes, I really need to pass this class," Sakura murmured, looking down at the ground. "It was just so hard."
Kakashi's lips twitched, but he managed to hold in his laugh at the poorly veiled innuendo. "It was difficult," he agreed, "but not impossible. You should have applied yourself more."
"I'm willing to apply myself now." Sakura's eyes came up to meet Kakashi's. "Whatever it takes."
Humming in approval, Kakashi nodded. "Well then, why don't you make yourself more comfortable and let's see what we can figure out."
Sakura grinned and took a couple of steps back, reaching for the cloth belt that cinched her coat around her waist. Kakashi raised one eyebrow in confusion as the woman moved with exaggerated slowness. The black fabric fell open to reveal an expanse of pale skin that Kakashi wasn't expecting. A thin white shirt plunged toward Sakura's breasts and left her midriff bared to the cool air of Kakashi's office. The grey miniskirt fell well above her knees, and the black fabric on her legs that Kakashi had assumed to be legging were stockings that stopped mid thigh in lace.
Kakashi's heart pounded in his ears, and Sakura had the audacity to grin at the stupefied expression on his face. "Are any ideas coming to mind, sensei?"
"I have a few." Kakashi ran his tongue over his lips, aware that his voice sounded hoarse when he spoke. He let his eyes run over every inch of exposed skin the way his fingers wanted to. "But the first is that you should probably lock that door behind you."
Sakura grinned and affected surprise at the request. "Why would I need to do that, Professor Hatake?"
"Because I think you've got some very naughty ideas about what we should do tonight, and I'd rather not have it spoiled by someone walking in." Kakashi forced himself not to reach for Sakura or break the character that she'd cast him in. If she wanted to have her fantasies, who was he to stop her? Especially when they included him.
Smiling, Sakura locked the door and approached Kakashi with a dangerous sway to her walk. She rested her hands on the arms of his chair and leaned in closer with a seductive grin. "So, where should we get started?"
