Sacrificial Pride

Now, Sakura had been worried about Kakashi's reaction to her attire the entire time she and Ino had ventured their way to the bar. But the second she watched him turn around- Well…she was reveling in the power. That is until Kakashi seemed to compose himself. He nodded a hello, gave her an eye-crease and turned back around.

Sakura, more than a little peeved, made her way over to the table calmly saying her hello's to the people that had gathered. Anko chose that point to start a loud conversation with the mild mannered schoolteacher down the way. The snake using woman crooned out a, "Oi Iruka!" licking her lips. Kicking the empty chair next to her a few inches closer to Kakashi in a normal bought of aggression, she asked, "When you gonna get your sexy little self some action?" She bared glittering sharp teeth in a feral grin toward the man as Sakura took her seat, easily sliding a portion of a bare thigh against Kakashi's leg in the process. The silver haired jounin's hand on his glass tightened as Anko finished with a wink and a crude, "Or am I gonna have to take matters into my own hands tonight?"

Umino Iruka turned ten shades of red, spluttering, fumbling for a response. From the way she had said it, things were quite clear that Anko was talking about helping him out of his clothes instead of actually helping him out. She always did have a thing for innocence and naivety. Needless to say, all attention was focused on the blushing stuttering man down the table, who finally got out a polite, "N-No thank you Anko-san," in return.

This effectively made the others ignore Sakura's 'under the table' actions of completely disregarding the man's famously known penchant for keeping his personal bubble impenetrable. Still sliding her leg on his own, making the glass in Kakashi's hand crack slightly, Sakura made a play of reaching across the table on his side. The many bottles of the community sake were ordered for everyone to share. Sure, there was one right in front of Anko but Sakura wanted the one in front of Naruto. Besides, it was the only one that would unwittingly give Kakashi a nice view of her cleavage while the others were distracted. The plan was to make her attentions obvious to her target while leaving the other's around them –except those who were involved- unawares.

Kakashi's friends and her new found allies were doing a mighty fine job of ignoring her blatant moves.

After laughing at Iruka's discomfiture, Naruto leaned over Kakashi who was calmly repositioning his seat –away from the beautiful kunoichi beside him. In an awed tone, blue eyes roaming admiringly over the kunoichi sitting on Kakashi's other side, Naruto said, "You look beautiful Sakura-chan…"

Sakura gave her friend a warm smile, reaching across Kakashi again to pinch Naruto's cheek…rather hard saying a grateful, "Thank you," in return.

Ino's blonde brows furrowed a little ways down the table, taking in the woman turning heads in her own dress unwittingly giving the Copy-nin a clear shot down her front. Ino inwardly shook her head, 'Poor guy. Look at him.' Sighing Ino thought dejectedly, 'She's really got to watch what she does.' Eyeing the older man known for reading porn in public, she continued, 'Don't want to go around attracting the wrong sort.'

Ino had been sure the girl was going to take the seat next to her. She had been highly disappointed when Sakura hadn't. She knew her pink haired friend was going to draw lots of attention from the male persuasion and Ino had planned to take the many men that Sakura was no doubt going to shoo away.

The Yamanaka inwardly smirked thinking, 'Then again it's her own loss.' Ino rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she poured herself a drink. 'What a waste. No man's gonna want to come within yards of her now.' Blue eyes took in the image of the trench wearing obnoxious kunoichi on Sakura's other side. '…at least not while she's sitting next to that god awful woman…'

Ino was quickly brought out of her thoughts by Sakura standing from her seat.

Sakura, drink in hand, gathered everyone's attention. Looking upon her best friend with a true smile on her face, she said, "I'd like to make a toast to the man of the hour." There was a grumbled, "Well if you could call a ninja who still sleeps in his frog pajamas a man," that got the large crowd of people gathered laughing.

It seemed everyone she had asked had set aside their own lives and made time for Naruto's little celebration. Sakura, with Ino's help, had set about the day asking Naruto's friends to accompany them for a drink that night in his honor. She hadn't even given one thought to her best friend failing in his attempts. She knew he would make it. Naruto never failed at anything… Well, at least not the important stuff that is.

Turning her attention to Naruto again she continued, "You pestered us all about joining-" She received a sheepish 'oh, gosh' look from her friend here. Warm smile in place she concluded sincerely, "But we all knew you could do it."

Even before she retook her seat there was shouts of, "Here! Here!" and "Hell yeah!" that had the kyuubi container beaming the widest toothy smile she had ever seen. The moment her bottom hit her seat, Naruto launched himself out of his chair across Kakashi's lap and tackled her in her own. Arms flailing, chair tipping, with a loud shriek Sakura found herself back to the floor still in her chair with Naruto. Blue eyes shined down upon her with what she knew to be unshed tears.

Blonde brows furrowed as he managed to force past the lump in his throat. Laughter from the others around them, in a barely a whisper he rasped out a heartfelt, "Thank you Sakura-chan." She found herself on the receiving end of another hug there on the ground with the word, "thank you" whispered again into her ear.

How could she be angry after that? Giving in she hugged him back and returned his soft tone in a fond, "You deserve it bud."

Then she hit him in the head hard yelling, "Now get off me damn it!" realizing that the black dress she was wearing for the special occasion had dangerously come close to exposing more than just her legs flailing out of the sides of her slits. Even before Naruto moved to scramble off her profusely apologizing, her hands were already moving to keep herself covered.

She was just about to try to right herself and her chair when a hand came into view in front of her face as she laid there still in her tipped over position. It was a gloved hand. As her eyes silently roamed over the mask wearing man it belonged to, she couldn't help but smile. Letting him help her to her feet, Sakura bit her lip as he gave her a deep rumbled, "You look beautiful."

Genma, senbon back in place, openly leered at the formally dressed woman across and diagonal to him. An appreciative gleam in his eyes, Genma perversely commented enthusiastically, "Mm, mm, mm!" Dark eyes flicking up and down Sakura's waist, torso, chest, lightly made up face and upswept hair, he licked his lips proclaiming loudly, "Now, that's the kind of dress that needs nothing underneath!"

Sakura, outraged, scowled placing narrowed eyes in his direction growling, "Keep those perverted thoughts to yourself thanks." She added a grumbled, "some of us don't believe in going commando every chance we get"…retaking her seat, nonchalantly crossing her legs under the table…goading the slit of her dress high upon her hip…effectively showing the man on her side that her words were indeed anything but true.

Naruto beat Kakashi's back as the man choked on the speed of light drink he had just taken.

Gai, shook his head down the table. He didn't know what had happened, but he was very concerned about his rival's lack of willpower. Surely he had thought Kakashi would last much longer than Anko had said. If the Copy-nin carried on in such a way, Gai was almost certain his portion of the bet was going to end up in the ferocious kunoichi's netted pocket.

Kakashi, just getting over his relatively small heart attack, pressed a handful of napkins to his sake drenched mask…waving off Naruto's –not so helpful- bruising pounding.

Konohamaru, trying to hold in his rolling laughter, was glad in that moment for the dark fabric wrapped around the man's lower half of his face. If it had been absent, he was almost certain that his own features and clothes would have been drenched…not to mention the painful stinging the sake would have wrought on his delicate eyes. He didn't know what had just made the man choke, but he was sure about one thing. A smirk written all over his face…and in his voice the teen turned to Kakashi asking, "Something wrong senpai?" Quirked lips and a not so subtle look at the scantily clad woman beside Kakashi, Konohamaru added almost pityingly, "Hormones. They're a bitch. Aint' they?"

Napkins pressed to his mask, Kakashi gave the little punk a look that clearly said, "I don't know what you think you know, but one more word out of you and I'll be feeding you to Pakkun."

Konohamaru paled, suddenly turning to Moegi asking, "So uh, how's your drink?"

There was an amused, "You alright Kakashi?" from a smirking Tsunade who was sitting between Shizune and TenTen. The Hokage knew her apprentice. She knew the only dress that Sakura wore was red, normally having a white circle adorning its back. This dress had no back at all! But it wasn't just that. Usually when a woman made herself up so prettily, they scanned the room putting out a 'vibe' to help lure in potential suitors, but Sakura- Well, Tsunade's keen eyes had noticed that Sakura's gaze kept flicking to one man the entire time she had ventured toward the table.

The same man, she noticed wasn't exactly comfortable with being so close in proximity to the sultry looking female. Tsunade wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she could tell one thing. Sakura was obviously out to get herself a man. And by the way things were going, she had an inkling who that man was. The Hokage inwardly leered, 'Don't think you're going to win this battle Kakashi.' She smirked into her drink, 'Admit defeat son, losing can be fun.' The Godiame sighed after hissing from the burning aftermath of her treasured sake turning a honeyed eye down the table to the self proclaimed gigolo with the senbon thinking, 'Oh, to be young again…'

Sakura turned to Kakashi then, smiling gratefully. "Thanks for coming."

She received a flat, "It was mandatory," as his dark eye glared at Asuma and Genma, eyes burning from the strong scent of alcohol radiating from his mask. He turned a happy little eye-crease on her as he finished with a false cheerful tone accusing, "but I gather you already knew that."

Sakura gave him a bubbly, "Sorry, don't know what you're talking about," before striking up a conversation with her fellow medic and friend Moegi.

Kurenai tipped her drink in Kakashi's mask's direction saying helpfully, "You know, you should probably rinse that out." She shrugged. "Help with the smell and all."

Pursing his lips, he said thoughtfully, "Or go home and take it off."

Anko sharply leaned forward growling a warning, "Take off on us and I'll hunt you down myself Hatake." Covering her tracks she said, "I didn't make those two drag you out for nothing."

Asuma nudged the man further. "Getting a little red in the eye there buddy." Nodding his head to the back of the bar where the bathrooms were he said, "Maybe you should."

Sighing, getting up from the table, Kakashi had to agree that his eye was feeling the burn. "Be right back."

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Kakashi seriously second guessed wearing a mask as he was forced to take off not only his vest but the long-sleeved dark blue shirt and the tight black sleeveless shirt underneath just to wash out the attached mask.

As he stood there bare-chested he thought darkly, 'All this trouble because of one scantly clad kunoichi.'

He still couldn't get over the fact that right now, at this very moment, Haruno Sakura was wearing absolutely nothing under that provocative piece of silk adorning her oh so curvaceous body. It was a dress that he desperately wanted to divest her of. But he couldn't.

He would not give in to his weakness.

But as the door opened, he found himself not so sure about that anymore.

Standing there unconsciously holding the fabric under the running water, Kakashi turned to the kuniochi who was biting her lip looking to the side with an obvious hue of pink tinting her cheeks.

Sakura hadn't been expecting to see him standing there clad in just his pants, but she wasn't necessarily complaining. A bare-chested Copy-nin just made her want to finish her mission that much more. After downing her drink giving her some liquid courage earlier, with Anko's promise of stabbing all who dare even walk toward the men's bathroom, Sakura had boldly gone where …most kunoichi never go. She had slipped away under the guise of…having to go to the bathroom.

Now, here she stood, trying to pluck up the courage to do what needed to be done. She knew extreme measures were going to have to be taken when dealing with Kakashi. He was just that type of man. Kakashi was the type of man that she knew she couldn't live without. And so that is why she was standing in the men's bathroom about to give him an offer she hoped he wouldn't refuse.

Basically Anko and Kurenai had explained that men were stupid and if a woman wanted them to understand anything she had to break it down in the simplest form and put it right in front of his face. …Hence the dress and her blatant attempts to put her assets right on the end of his nose.

Making her way over to him, she forced herself to look up into his narrowed eye. Dropping the act, Sakura truthfully told him in almost a whisper, "I've missed you."

Turning away from her, hands on the porcelain of the sink, Kakashi told her darkly, "You shouldn't be here."

Forcing herself to do so, she made her way over to him and gently put a hand on his bare bicep, "It's where you are, isn't?" He looked up into the mirror then. Looking his reflection in the eye she added steadfastly, "It's exactly where I want to be."

Looking down to her hand on his arm, he said just as quietly, "Sakura, we talked about this."

Not removing her hand, she replied defiantly, "I don't care."

Looking to the side away from her he said warningly, "…Sakura."

Not to be deterred, she explained earnestly, tenderly sliding her hand up and down his arm, "I'm not asking you to change." Moving behind him to wrap her arms around his waist, feeling thankful that he hadn't pushed her away she laid her cheek on his back saying softly, "I'm just asking to be part of your life."

Firmly unwrapping her arms from around him, he ground out, "I can't." Turning around, eye on his hands holding her wrists, he finished almost reluctantly, "Not the way you want."

Trying to wear him down, Sakura played out her final move. Calmly, watching him still gazing at his grip on her, she firmly ordered, "Kiss me."

Silver brows knitted frustrated. "Sakura-"

Cutting him off, intent to push things to the extreme to get him to tell the truth she daringly said, "If you want me to leave, you've got to kiss me first." Looking him straight in the eye, feeling almost sure that she had him, Sakura added, "If you kiss me and still want me to leave …I'll go." Quirking a corner of her mouth, Sakura gave him a little something to chew on. "I'll go and put this dress to good use."

Needless to say, her last words had an effect on him alright.

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"Naruto, a bladder full of sake, went to get up from the table…but was stopped when he felt the murderous intent flowing from the dangerous kunoichi two empty chairs over from him.

Voice full of menace, glaring daggers at the blonde, Anko demanded, "Where do you think you're going?"

Paused in mid-motion, Naruto paled stuttering out, "G-Going t-to the bathroom."

Pulling out a kunai, picking at her nails, she commented darkly, "Don't think you want to do that."

In a frightened daze he asked, "I don't?"

Anko shook her head in the negative, eyes still on her sharp weapon, "No. you don't." Pointing with her weapon she commanded, "Now sit!"

Needless to say, Naruto did what she asked. Just as the Hokage-wanna-be took his seat, Anko loudly commenced scaring the bajeezus out of a teenage boy who had just gotten up from his table by yelling out a heated, "Hey you!" in his direction.

Fortunately for the young man, Anko's interrogation was halted the moment Kakashi came from the back of the bar with an unconscious pink haired woman slung over one broad shoulder.

Tsunade was the first to speak up from her confusion. Incredulous, she asked, "What happened?"

Holding the kunoichi with one arm wrapped around the back of her thighs, other hand nervously scratching the back of his head, Kakashi explained, "Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!" After a cough into his hand he continued with his usual flat tone, "Lightweight. Can't hold her drink." Nodding his head toward the exit, he said toneless, "Taking her home."

As the jounin disappeared through the door out into the night before anyone else could say a word, several things happened: Kakash's friends snickered into their drinks, Tsunade smirked knowingly in her seat, Konohamaru rubbed his hands together evilly next to an oblivious Moegi, Naruto quirked a blonde brow at the door and Ino eyed the single empty glass in front of Sakura's empty chair chewing on her lip as everyone else merely shrugged.

Tipping her chair back, sending a blushing Iruka a wink, Anko proudly puffed out her net covered chest thinking, 'Damn I'm good.'

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The moment Sakura woke from her peaceful slumber, she opened her blurry eyes and took in the fact that red shingles were passing by in an almost blur.

On reflex, feeling as if she were falling, Sakura began flailing about screaming bloody murder. A not so light slap to her rear rendered her motionless and shocked. Taking in the fact that she wasn't crashing into a roof, blinking past the blur and taking in the sight of the backside of a familiar jounin, Sakura growled. "What the hell! Let me down! Kakashi!"

The silent shinobi she dangled over merely commented in dry tones, "Keep that up and I might accidentally drop you."

Sakura continued to thrash and pound on his back, screaming obscenities into the night, feeling quite positive that he wouldn't allow her to fall to her death. She was only glad to know that his arm around the back of her thighs was keeping the thin fabric of her skirt from flapping in the wind. All she needed right now was to add flashing to her current list of humiliations.

Pausing in her struggle as the memory of what happened leaked back into her brain, Sakura crossed her arms pouting still lightly bouncing on his shoulder. After a small silence she said matter of fact, "You tricked me and used the sharingan." After another short silence she added a fierce, "bastard," for good measure.

Kakashi's response was a simple, "That I did."

Pissed off beyond measure, Sakura managed to get out between clenched teeth, "Where the hell are you taking me?"

Ah, there was his few word sentences that made her blood boil. "Home."

Trying to reason with her current mode of transportation, Sakura changed her tone to one of understanding, "Look, I know you're probably upset about what happened-" Kakashi grunted, making her scowl. "But I'm neither drunk nor am I crippled." She finished with a shout of, "Kakashi I can walk on my own you know damn it!"

His response was a flat, "I'm aware."

Sakura huffed retaliating by smacking him on the butt from her dangling position. "Than put me down!"

Kakashi gave her a not so remorseful, "Sorry."

Sakura silently fumed from her upside-down position, blood running to her brain making her flushed in the face. She peevishly crossed her arms tighter, bouncing on the man's back as he continued to run and jump over rooftops.

It wasn't until Sakura noticed the turn to her apartment building becoming nothing more than a glimmer in her eye that she spoke up. Highly puzzled and irate she asked loudly, "Hey! I thought you said you were taking me home?"

She heard an offhanded, "I did," coming from the man still carrying her like a sack of potatoes.

Pointing, unseen, to the direction her apartment was known to be in, still dangling, she stated blandly, "My apartments over there Kakashi."

Kakashi let out an equally bland, "So it is."

At the end of her rope, Sakura started beating on his back again with an infuriated, "Gah! Where are you taking me!" cutting the air.

As if it were the most obvious thing in the world he reiterated, "I'm taking you home."

Sakura began to argue again pointing in the direction of her apartment with an angered, "Yeah but my-"

Until… she noticed the familiar white and yellow apartment building off in the distance to their right that Kakashi was now heading toward.

With a quiet shy whisper of the word, "Oh," Sakura understood.

He hadn't meant her home…he meant…his.

Silence ensued that lasted throughout Kakashi jumping down to stand in front of his apartment door. It also continued as he rummaged around in his vest pocket withdrawing his key. Sakura also kept silent as he locked the door behind him, going about taking off his sandals. Silence still reigned as he casually strolled over to the green and black shuriken printed bed across the small room. Sakura even kept quiet as he ungracefully flopped her down onto his slightly bouncy bed, her head sinking into his covered soft pillow.

Tightlipped she watched as he stood at the end of the bed casually unzipping his green vest looking her straight in the eye. With a wildly beating heart, she watched him as he slid it from his shoulders. After it ended up being flung to the corner of the room, she watched biting her bottom lip as he next discarded himself of the dark blue long-sleeved shirt, leaving himself in the tight formfitting black sleeveless undershirt with attached mask. Her breathing increased tenfold the moment he sank a knee to the bed and began crawling his way upward, over her rigid body. Lips still pressed tightly together, slightly afraid, slightly excited, she watched as he covered her body with his own, strong powerful legs on either side of her slender toned ones, large hands propping himself up on either side of her cautious features. Kakashi, using his right hand, slipped his headband from its slanted place, signifying that in that moment and for the next couple hours to come he wasn't the all powerful Copy-nin but Hatake Kakashi…the man.

He was a man who wanted the young beautiful woman beneath him in the worst way possible.

Silvery wild hair framing the masked face above, Sakura found herself staring into an intense pair of mismatches eyes as Kakashi tossed the metal and cloth object to the side. The moment it clunked to the wooden floor, Kakashi pressed his lower body to hers in a slow grind, hands tangling in her hair, lowering his masked lips to her ear. In a heated whisper he said, "A bar bathroom is no place to kiss you." After another slow grind, she felt the fabric of his mask on her neck as he rasped out, trying to contain himself, "Once this starts-" After a slow drag of his masked lips on her neck he added heatedly, " I don't intend to stop."

Biting down harder on her lip not knowing what to do in the slightest, but wanting things to continue with a white hot burning passion, Sakura went about giving him her answer. Closing her eyes and turning her head to give him more access, Sakura pressed her hips upward from the bed matching his slow movements, saying almost threateningly, "Don't you dare stop."

She felt him roughly tug down his mask then. The next moment she gasped as his hot open mouth came to rest on the crook of her neck in a hot wet kiss. Still rolling his hips against her, hands now sliding the thin straps from her shoulders, she heard him say the one thing that made her senses all the more heightened. In a deep, almost shaky voice Kakashi said into the flesh of her neck, breath fanning on her ear, "I want you Sakura."

Tangling her delicate fingers into his own hair, Sakura gently but firmly pulled him above her. Witnessing the clear want and desire in his dark and red eyes, she looked at him with her own lust filled hooded ones saying thickly, "I want you too," before pulling him down for a deep and long passionate kiss that had Kakashi pressing his entire body down onto her smaller form trying to melt into her. His sliding hands on her sides slipped to her back as he wrapped his strong arms around her in a tight embrace, taking the very breath from her with his hungry mouth. The moment she felt his cloth covered rigid hardness press hard to her barely covered flesh, Sakura threw her head back, biting back a moan, Kakashi's lips now on her chin.

Incensed, Kakashi repeated the harder grind of his hips sliding his covered length between her fleshy folds through the light material, deliciously rubbing against the sensitive button, watching and feeling Sakura's jaw clench under his mouth sliding down her jaw-line. After dipping his head and sliding his smooth cheek along the silky skin of her neck, his lips latched on to her earlobe where he passionately rasped out, "So beautiful." After a tender bite to her lobe he added adamantly, the side of his face now pressed tightly to the flesh of her neck. "…So soft."

Sakura felt the strong arms around her back massage their way to her sides. Kissing her feverishly, sliding the dress already handing from the tips of her breasts below her peaks, he cupped the sides of her rounded flesh. She was soft, yet firm, more than he had imagined. This was Sakura in the flesh and he was absolutely lost in it. He wanted to ingrain the sensation of her skin in his brain, to bring up anytime he needed the reminder…any time he was lacking without her.

Releasing her lips, Kakashi kissed down her neck to her collarbone. Then sliding his cheek down from the hollow in her throat to the valley of her breasts, he slid a hand between their rolling bodies to a creamy thigh. Slowly, savoring the feel, he moved it upwards taking the light material of her skirt with it. The black fabric pooled at her waist before his roaming appendage slid back down to cup her moist womanhood.

Just the feel of his large warm hand covering and touching a part of her that no man had ever dared… set her on fire, eliciting another deep moan of pleasure to fall from her parted lips. Kakashi lightly bit the side of her breast the moment the fingers sliding between her moistened folds elicited a shaky sharp intake of breath from the writhing woman beneath him.

She was slick and wet and overly sensitive to every little touch that he gave her.

The moment he sunk his fingers inside her, he quickly latched onto the fleshy pink peak near his mouth. The sound she made from his ministrations had him growling into her breast. This was better than all the fantasy's he had conjured up during those lonely nights in this very same bed. She was here, with him, and he was seriously thinking of never letting her go.

Sakura couldn't think being so close to him, so intimate, so…

His hands and mouth were doing strange and wonderful things to her, making incomprehension sensations erupting inside her belly…and her heart. She watched and felt him pull back from her breast, rubbing his cheek to the other as she felt the foreign feel of his fingers slip even deeper inside her body.

It was nothing like Ino had explained to her before. Kakashi wasn't just taking what he wanted. She felt like he was worshiping her body, savoring her feel and her sounds, wanting her to feel the fire that she could tell was burning inside him. In her mind it was like he was trying to communicate with her through action instead of words. Then again, wasn't that always his way?

Sakura, on the brink of rushing over that cliff of euphoria, had no idea how right she was.

Kakashi wanted his innocent lover's first time to be something memorable and pleasing…unlike his own, where he had been too drunk to even recall a thing. Of course he hadn't felt a thing for the prostitute he'd come across, not like the young woman he was desperately trying not to overpower and drive his way inside.

Yes, he wanted Sakura. He couldn't wait to sink inside her, but he wanted to be with her as well. This moment, the next and however many came afterward. He wouldn't deny it any longer. After this night there was no way in hell Kakashi was going to let another man anywhere near his treasured cherry blossom. She was his. She just didn't know it yet, but he was doing his damnedest to try to show her.

He wanted the feelings he could never express to come through in everything he did: in his tender touch, his passionate kiss, his gentle gaze. Kakashi wanted not sex from the beautiful woman in his arms. No. He wanted to do something he had never done before. He wanted to make love to this woman that had unwittingly stolen his heart. It was a heart he had just realized had belonged to her for weeks already…maybe even longer.

The overwhelming need to hear his love cry out his name in exhilarating release overcame him then, full of the emotion to mark her, to claim her as his own. He released her breast, kissing his way down to her toned belly to the inside of a slightly muscled thigh. Fingers still loosening her tightness for what was to come, Kakashi used his free hand to press the thigh he was lavishing with kisses to the bed.

Sakura, on reflex, tried to squeeze her legs together, embarrassed to have eyes roaming on a part of her body that she didn't even like to look at herself. But Kakashi's deep voice eased her selfconsciousness then. Leaning his body on her left thigh with his hand holding down the other, in-between fluttering kisses on her flesh, he gently coaxed, "It's alright Sakura. Just relax."

Trusting the man entirely, she forced her body to comply. Tremors over took her legs the moment she felt something soft and wet lap at the space above his gliding fingers. Her entire body went rigid as her back arched off the bed, her hands fisting in the shuriken printed covers at her sides.

This new sensation was almost too much for Sakura as her stomach muscles involuntarily clenched uncontrollably almost painfully with each flick of the tongue driving her insane between her twitching thighs. Chest heaving, head thrown back in ecstasy, Sakura loudly cried out Kakashi's name as the flood gates inside her opened and spilled forth, leaving her body weak and shaky.

As Sakura came down from her orgasmic high, Kakashi pulled off his tight black shirt from his position between feminine legs still faintly shuddering. The shirt ended up being thrown across the room in a glance. His hands glided up her lightly spasming thighs and up her hips and stomach guiding the dress with it as they went. Sitting up, heart beating wildly in her chest, still feeling slightly faint, Sakura raised her arms to help in the removal of her dress, eyes timidly gazing back into his.

Kakashi was looking at her in a way that made her feel special and not just from the things he had just done to her. His gaze was hard, yet tender, heated, yet calm. As her dressed was tossed over his shoulder, dark eye opened scarred eye closed continuously gazing at her intently, Sakura felt as if she was the luckiest woman alive. She loved this man. From his eternal tardiness, to his obsession with smut, she loved everything about him. And right now, she loved the way he was making her feel, like she was the only woman in the world.

To Kakashi, she was.

Sliding off the end of the bed, Kakashi stood gazing at her naked form as he removed the last remaining piece of clothing that he wore…his dark blue pants. Sakura, still in her sitting position with her hands on the bed beside her, slid her eyes to the side, embarrassedly biting her lip. She kept her eyes averted the entire time he crawled his way back over to her. Sakura shivered slightly as she felt his hands make contact with her bare shoulders. Feeling her slight apprehension, he rubbed his hands soothingly up and down her arms before, moving his left one to her neck, slipping it into her hair.

Sakura was forced to face him again as the hand in her hair went to her jaw and gently goaded her to turn. What she saw in his gaze floored her. His gaze was tender and almost…loving. The hand on her jaw slid to her neck. Sakura's lashes fluttered as he leaned in for a soft gentle kiss. Suddenly she felt herself leaning back as he gently lowered her to the bed again, lips still attached. The moment she felt his hard flesh press upon the opening to her soaked center, Sakura gasped, making Kakashi pull back from their kiss.

Sliding a hand down her body to positioning himself at her entrance, holding himself up with the other, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, not really sure since training and exercise might have nullified things. "This might hurt." Pulling back to look into her slightly apprehensive eyes he asked sincerely, "Are you ready?"

Sakura gave him a little nod in response, too nervous to do anything else. He kissed her lips once before sliding them to her shoulder and biting as he drove inside her in one swift motion. Sakura arched under him, crying out, but not from pain. The sensation of being filled was so unique. She couldn't explain it if she tried. In a way it slightly burned at first, but luckily he had already opened her up and made her slick enough beforehand to make their coupling enjoyable for her.

Instead of stilling inside her after being buried deep within her walls, he continued to methodically roll his hips against her. Forcing himself to remove his teeth from her shoulder, Kakashi kissed her again passionately. He dragged a slightly calloused hand down to her thigh. Gently squeezing, he slid that hand to the back of her knee guiding her leg around his waist, trying to dip deeper inside the body he never wanted to leave.

She was so tight, so wet, so warm, so…again so much more than he had ever imagined.

The vision on the black and green covered bed was nothing short of beautiful as the two sculpted bodies came together again and again, wrapped tightly in an embrace of nothing but the purest love. They were joined so tightly and in every way possible that they ceased to be two separate entities and became one being of love and lust. Kakashi's hard body covered her softer one like a large blanket. The only part of himself withdrawing from her close contact being his hips as they rolled and ground hard against her, creating a friction between them that forced each to gasp, moan, grunt, and sigh into the other's mouth.

Sakura was utterly caught up in the heat of passion, writhing under her silver haired lover's sweat slicked body, head turned to the side exchanging moans between fiery open mouthed kisses. A leg wrapped tightly around his manly hips, the other snaked around his leg, arms around his tense back and in his soft hair, Sakura relished the feel of every muscle that rippled beneath his taut skin as he moved against her.

Sliding his lips to her neck, his arms around her back forcing her to arch under him, Kakashi laid his cheek on her shapely shoulder, nose pressed to her flesh, desperately grunting out, "...come for me Sakura."

Wanting so much to do what her lover asked, but not quite there yet, Sakura tried to convey her need moaning out hoarsely, "Deeper…please I-"

Sakura was quickly cut off as he silenced her with a heated kiss. Feeling so close to his own release, but wanting his young lover to fall over the edge first, Kakashi slid his hands down her back to cup both of her toned cheeks. He quickly rolled over so that Sakura ended up on top. Kakashi slid his hands from her rump to her hips, roughly moving her back and forth over him as he pushed up from the bed in a hard grind.

In an effort to push even more of himself inside her, Kakashi instructed in a deep shaky voice, "Sit up for me Sakura."

Sakura pushed back to a sitting position, hands on his chest for leverage. In doing so she felt him slid deep inside her, his tip hitting a point within her body that told him he could go no further. The sensation was so pleasurable it was almost painful. He kept hitting that delicious spot so deep within her walls but still it wasn't enough.

In a desperate plea, slightly whimpering she begged, "Faster."

Sliding back on the bed, taking her with him, Kakashi maneuvered his back against his headboard and little shelf unit in a sitting position. Drawing his legs up for her back to rest on he latched his arms under and over her shoulders pushing her tightly down on his throbbing rigid length. Tight grip on her shoulders, feet planted firmly on his mattress, mouth latching on to a pink pebbled nipple, Kakashi jack-hammered himself in and out of her in a frenzied unwavering fashion.

Sakura could only throw her head back in ecstasy, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and head holding him to her breast as she bounced erratically on his lap. As he drove her almost to insanity with the pleasure he was relentlessly reaping on her body, Sakura found herself ever so thankful that her first time was with a man she loved…and a man that was obviously quite talented in the ways of pleasing a woman. If she had, had any doubts before about keeping him all to her self…which she didn't…but if she did…they were all completely thrown out the window by now.

Obviously many, many years of reading Icha-Icha coupled with the rigorous training of being an elite Konoha shinobi had turned her lover into something of a sexual god…well at least to her inexperienced mind.

Kakashi pulled back from her bouncing peak with a 'pop'. Pressing his cheek tightly to her breast, arms wrapped securely around her, not able to hold back any longer he hoarsely growled out, "… come for me."

Hearing his erotically commanding tone asking such a thing from her coupled with the feel of him buried so deep inside her, wrapped tightly in his strong arms, Sakura came hard in a full body shudder that left her seeing spots before her eyes.

Hips erratically jerking upward, mouth open, bottom row of his teeth slightly digging into the fleshly side of her right breast, hands on a bruising grip on her shoulders, raggedly, Kakashi came spilling his seed, filling Sakura with his added warmth deep inside her.

Sakura heavily panted exquisitely sated on his lap. Kakashi continued to cling to her body trying to still his furiously beating heart. Not looking at her, cheek still pressed to her heaving chest, Kakashi said one word… in an almost whisper, "Stay."

Brows furrowed, eyes slightly burning with the emotion she felt, Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his shock of silver hair adamantly, "Tonight, Tomorrow night, and every night afterward."

Holding the woman he loved tightly to his chest, Kakashi knew that the winds of change were in the works for him.

But as the words, "I love you," fell from his young lover's lips, he found…

….he really didn't give a damn.

In the past an important person in his life had once inspired change within him.

So now, quietly returning those three little words to Sakura, Kakashi found himself inwardly asking, 'Why not again?'

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(a/n) It took me FOREVER to figure out how to finish this but I thought it would only be fitting if it ended here. …Still not entirely happy with it. But I hope someone is. May do an epilogue though not certain though.