Notes: This is the last of the Coffee 'Verse series. It's been fun, and I'll always love this little universe, but I'm ready to put these two characters in different situations. :) Thanks so much for all the love and support for this series.
In the few weeks since they admitted to having romantic feelings for each other, Sakura and Kakashi had fallen into an enjoyable, if mundane pattern: They communicated through Katsuyu when each were likely to finish up work for the day and exchanged ideas for dinner, then met at Kakashi's residence for a quiet evening together. After eating they usually read or did more work as their positions sometimes required, but eventually one of them would pull the other out of focus in time for some rest.
And rest was all they had done so far, to Sakura's frustration: The weeks had been filled with a flurry of small disasters at her hospital, and things on the diplomatic front seemed just as hectic for Kakashi as Konoha's gates became a revolving door for visiting dignitaries from neighboring countries. Kakashi, a man whose physical signs of exhaustion were typically a well-played ruse, was looking genuinely frayed after so much politicking.
"The meeting has concluded, Sakura," Katsuyu shared from her spot on Sakura's desk. Kakashi's Katsuyu was slightly smaller and often sat inside the sleeve of his Hokage robe while he was in meetings for discretion.
"Finally," she sighed and immediately began to put her work away. She had one report to read through before tomorrow, but would deal with it after they enjoyed dinner and she was lounging in the comfort of Kakashi's lap. She gathered the small bit of work she planned to bring home for the evening and began to file away the remaining documents while waiting for Kakashi to arrive.
"Good meeting?" She asked at the sound of her door opening and without looking up from organizing the documents. She heard Kakashi's gruff noise of agitation.
"That man's idiocy is unmatched," Kakashi remarked, and Sakura knew the Daimyō had been in attendance.
"It's a good thing our Hokage is a genius to balance the scales," she replied cheekily. She slipped the last packet of documents in its proper place, then secured the drawer under lock and seal.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," he quipped back. "Katsuyu mentioned there were some issues today."
Sakura stood up to her full height and dropped her hand to her hip. "Is my summons spying on me?" she huffed, though there was no anger in the question.
"Katsuyu takes pity on me sometimes and tells me about matters I care about after a particularly boring meeting," he clarified.
"That better be all it is," she warned with a pointed look at her summons. Both Katsuyus exited in small puffs of smoke, and Sakura shifted her gaze back to Kakashi. "There's still some in-fighting at the hospital. Minor, but I'm going to call another meeting and get it under control."
Kakashi made a noise of disgust at the word 'meeting', and Sakura sighed. "I know, I know," she agreed, then turned their conversation to something more enjoyable: food. "Sushi?"
"Kino's?"
"Yes, Kakashi," she agreed fondly, knowing it was his favorite.
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They settled in after eating and cleaning up, Kakashi laid out on his dark green couch with his right arm propped along the back while the other held open Icha Icha . Sakura sat between his legs and leaned against his chest, careful not to knock into his left arm or thigh and disturb his reading. In her hand was one of the earlier reports, and she made quick work of organizing the loose pages so they wouldn't distract Kakashi.
Unfortunately, it seemed she was the one who was going to be distracted. She kept losing her focus as she read over the document, the words blurring into nonsense as she tried again and again. For some reason, she couldn't seem to get comfortable and relax. There was a nervous energy in her that wouldn't dissipate, and the more she tried to ignore it the more it demanded her attention.
"Are you all right?" Kakashi asked, and she felt his chin brush against her hair.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I'll move so I don't disturb you." She began to get up and sit on the floor, but his arms stayed her progress.
"You're not disturbing me, but you do seem anxious." She tilted her head up and searched his exposed face. True to his word, he looked curious but unbothered. It gave her the courage to let her occupying thoughts tumble from her lips.
"Kakashi?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to touch me?" She asked, and immediately felt silly.
But instead of laughing as she feared he might, Kakashi closed his book and placed it on the floor beside the couch.
"Yes." She felt his arm tighten around her, offering both comfort and restraint. "I always want to touch you."
"I mean—"
"I know what you mean, and the answer remains the same."
"Oh." The sound was nothing more than an exhale of air into the quiet room. It hadn't occurred to her that he had been serious when he said she would need to lead. She had a mental catalog of his more intimate touches, and only now did she realize that she had initiated every one of them.
Possibility suddenly sparked excitement in her, and Sakura twisted in his arms so they faced one another. She launched into her first question, one she had been considering since dreaming of him months before. "What do you enjoy?"
He tilted his head in interest. "Oh, are we making a list? That may take awhile."
She felt her face color. "We don't have to make a list," she hedged. "But I always encourage my patients to have a conversation about their 'wills and won'ts when initiating sex with new partners."
Kakashi smiled at her with unguarded adoration and her blush deepened. "We can, but I'd also like us to take it slow and explore. If you're comfortable with that."
She nodded. "I'd like that." They both knew he was probably the more experienced between them, and she didn't want to close off possibilities she might not have considered yet.
There were still a few important matters, though.
She shifted so she was sitting up on her knees, her hands curled innocently against the tops of her thighs. If they were going to have part of this discussion, she didn't want to be tempted into touching him…yet. She always told her patients not to have the conversation in the middle of foreplay, and she was going to follow her own advice. "Is there anything absolutely off the table for you?"
"Breathplay," he answered immediately, his expression serious.
She nodded in understanding. "Restraints?"
"Yes, but no blindfolds. Your turn."
She opened her mouth, closed it, and frowned. "No humiliation play."
He arched a brow, but didn't press when she remained quiet on the history of that particular nonstarter. "So no BDSM or extreme role-playing."
"Well, no," she corrected. "I'm open to role-playing different scenes. And rough sex. But not—" she waved her hand and closed her eyes, trying to articulate what she meant but coming up blank. She really did not want to go into the history of it.
Kakashi seemed to understand anyway. "If we decide on either of those, we'll plan out the scene carefully and clear safe words in place. Sound good?"
She smiled in relief. "Yes."
"And something you enjoy?" Kakashi prompted, clearly trying to bring the conversation into positive territory again.
She felt herself flush in pleasure and averted her gaze. Despite being the one to suggest this, Kakashi clearly felt more at ease with sharing. She cleared her throat and looked back to see him watching her with patience and interest.
"Oral—giving and receiving. And cum play." She finally shared, and as she had done when he shared, his face remained open as he nodded.
They went back and forth that way for a few more minutes, mostly focused on positives and building a new intimacy between them.
"Are there any other hard no's we need to discuss?" Kakashi asked when they hit a lull in the conversation.
Sakura shook her head. "Not for me. What about for you?"
He hummed in consideration. "Please don't call me 'sensei' during sex," he offered after a moment. "I'd prefer if you retired the name completely."
"I understand," Sakura agreed.
"That's it for me then," He gave her a knowing smile. "Do you want to return to your work?"
Her hands, which she had diligently kept on her lap the entire conversation, lifted to settle against his chest. His hooded gaze, so focused on her and filled with desire, had heat pooling low in her abdomen.
"No," she murmured, leaning forward until their mouths were nearly touching. "I want you to touch me."
As he finally obliged, the day's earlier exhaustion was suddenly nowhere to be found.
