A/N: Here's chapter three! This story is completely finished now (besides some final edits), so the rest of the chapters will continue to come out on time in a weekly fashion. Thank you so much to everyone who is following, and especially to everyone who reviews. I didn't expect a sequel to do very well, so I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to encourage me. You guys are the best!

In other news: first person to guess what movie Kakashi stole the choreography from gets a smooch from Kakashi!

"Fuck!" Sakura bit out as she tripped over her own feet and nearly fell. In spite of the fact that she was only wearing a sports bra and shorts, she was sweating. For the second day in a row, Kakashi was trying to teach her the moves for their drag performance, and for the second day in a row, he wasn't going easy on her.

They were practicing in a small private underground training arena that Kakashi had managed to secure from ANBU, and the sounds of her sandaled feet echoed as she clomped over to the boombox and pressed the stop button. Glaring at the perfectly-coordinated-despite-wearing-heels Kakashi, she demanded, "Why are you so good at this?"

"Ninja are supposed to be graceful," Kakashi replied indifferently, crossing his arms and almost certainly smirking beneath his mask. He was wearing his usual black pants and his fitted, masked undershirt—and a pair of sparkly silver high heels. He'd been reluctant to take them when Ino had shoved them and his new wig into his hands the day they'd received their mission. However, though he'd stoutly refused to wear the wig during practice, he hadn't been able to argue her point that he needed to practice dancing in the heels.

Dragging her attention away from Kakashi in heels—they really did make his ass look fantastic—Sakura scoffed. "This is way more than grace. You've choreographed an entire dance number. How do you know how to do all this?"

Kakashi cocked his head to the side, as if debating whether to answer, and then finally admitted, "Before I started leading Team 7, I had a mission where I had to go undercover as a dance teacher. I used the Sharingan to copy a lot of different styles."

Sakura perked up as she imagined Kakashi doing different kinds of dance styles. "Which ones? Can you do ballet?"

"Sure," Kakashi answered easily, eyelids creasing in a smile above his mask.

"Really?" she asked excitedly, imagining pliés and leaps and tights. "Are you any good at it?"

"Sakura," Kakashi began, leaning slightly toward her, the gleam in his eye belying his serious tone. "I'm good at everything." Sakura opened her mouth to challenge him, but before she could, he breezily continued, "Besides, you shouldn't be too impressed by the choreography. I stole most of it from the movie."

"What movie?"

He gave her a sharp look, as if he was surprised—maybe even offended—that she had to ask that question. "I can't believe you've never seen—no. You know what? That's not important. If I start trying to correct your woeful lack of pop culture knowledge, we'll just get distracted."

Sakura was hiding her amusement at the conversation Kakashi was having with himself, but she snapped to attention when he suddenly said, "Let's get back to business. We have a lot of work to do if we're going to do this properly." Beckoning her over, he pulled her into position and then counted, "Five, six, seven, eight!"

Sakura began to dance with Kakashi again, staring at their feet as she counted in her head. Within only three moves, she managed to stomp down accidentally onto his foot. He hissed, and they both abruptly came to a stop.

"Sorry," she said with a grimace, unable to keep the pout off her face. "I don't know why this is so difficult for me."

"You're overthinking it," Kakashi said with a sigh, walking around so that he was behind her. "You're focusing too much on your feet and it's stopping the rest of your body from moving."

Sakura started to turn to face him, but his hands were suddenly on her hips and they kept her facing forward. Heat rose to her cheeks as he pulled her flush against him. There was a teasing note to his voice as he spoke close to her ear. "Your hips are too stiff—you need to move them more." He slowly rolled his hips, and since he was pressed against her, it made her roll her hips, too. "Like this."

She laughed, but it was much softer and breathier than she'd intended. "Kakashi, this really isn't helping..."

His hands tightened slightly on her hips, and she heard an answering thread of humor in his voice as he answered, "I think it's helping a lot." However, he took the hint and pulled away, and she instantly regretted saying anything when she was no longer pressed against him. Facing her, Kakashi said, "Okay. Let's try again."

Promising herself that she would press herself against him later, Sakura returned her focus to the choreography. As they got into position, Sakura thoughtfully noted, "Ino's right, you know. You should really practice with the wig on, so you can learn how to work your hair."

To Sakura's great amusement, Kakashi tossed his head, and it was easy to imagine him with a full head of luxurious curls. "I'll be able to work the wig just fine."

"Oh?" She grinned, unable to stop herself from needling him. "Have lots of practice with that, do you?"

"How about you worry about yourself and those stiff hips of yours?" To emphasize his words, he leaned into her so that he could reach around and smack her ass.

"Hey—!" Sakura protested, but he'd already ducked away and pressed start on the boombox again, and she had no time to scold him before they'd launched into their routine.

Maybe it was just because she was determined to show him how well she could move her hips, but on this run through the number, Sakura did much better. She remembered every step, and since she was going to be the "man" and therefore be the one leading, she was also proud that she led well enough that Kakashi was able to hit all of his marks. When she'd caught him after a particularly graceful twirl on his part, he'd murmured "perfect" before whirling into the next step, and her heart had sung at the praise.

They finally reached the end of the portion they'd already practiced together, and they both came to a stop. Sakura was beaming, right up until the moment when Kakashi said, "That's great. Are you ready to try the lift?"

Her happy expression swiftly changed to a frown. "It's too hard. I'm too short and you're too long." A quiet sound that sounded like a strangled snort escaped Kakashi, and she glared at him and added, "If you're thinking about making a penis joke, I will kill you."

"It's 'dick joke', Sakura. Not everything has to be clinical," Kakashi cheerfully pointed out, shrinking slightly when her frown turned into a full-blown scowl. "That's not the point," he added quickly. "Let's talk about the lift. You're more than strong enough to do it. We just need to practice."

"Can't we just take it out?" Sakura asked, trying and failing to keep the whine out of her voice.

"Absolutely not," Kakashi insisted. "It's the best part of the movie."

"What movie?" Sakura demanded.

Kakashi ignored her and counted off, "Five, six, seven, eight!" and launched into the final sequence of moves.

Sakura swallowed a curse and did her best to keep up, but the confidence she'd felt moments ago faded as she got close to the lift she dreaded so much. Kakashi had talked her through it multiple times, explaining that her strength would more than make up for the differences in their sizes, but the only time they'd tried it had resulted in Sakura using too much strength and launching Kakashi into the air. The incredulous look he'd given her after he'd landed still made her feel embarrassed.

She knew she was physically capable of doing the lift; it was her lack of confidence in her dancing ability that was causing her to mess up. She just had to believe she could do it. Sakura tensed as Kakashi spun away from her and then came to a stop several yards away. His dark grey eyes locked with hers for a beat and then he launched himself at her, gracefully running—heels be damned—and leaping toward her waiting arms.

As Sakura caught him and lifted him above her head, she focused on not using too much of her strength—she didn't want him to go flying again. He held his body in a graceful arc as she steadied him, feeling the iron muscles of his abdomen flexing beneath her palms. As she succeeded in not dropping him, she lifted her face to shout her triumph—and realized she had nowhere to look but his crotch.

Feeling her face heat up, she began to lower him back to the floor, averting her eyes until she'd lowered him enough so that his face was above hers. When he quipped, "Enjoying the view, were you?" Sakura started in embarrassment—which interrupted her chakra flow—which made her drop him. On top of her.

Sakura crumpled to the ground beneath Kakashi with a surprised "oof" noise. If she thought he was going to apologize, the laughter coming out of his mask was enough to tell her she was mistaken. He did, however, brace himself on one arm to take some of his weight off of her, his eyes dancing merrily. "When did you become so easily distracted?"

"Right around the time we started sleeping together, apparently!" Sakura fired back. She'd meant it as a way to blame him for her troubles, but the way his eyes softened at her words made something squeeze inside her chest.

"Sakura," he began, his free hand reaching to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "After this mission is over—"

There was a gruff cough beside them, and they both turned to take in the sight of Pakkun awkwardly staring at them. "Sorry boss," Pakkun said. "But you said you wanted to be warned if anyone was going to come in."

Sakura swallowed her disappointment as Kakashi pulled himself off of her and extended a hand to help her up. To Pakkun he said, "Thanks. You can go."

Moments later, Naruto—or more accurately, one of his clones—came racing into the arena. By this time, Sakura and Kakashi were completely separated, and Kakashi had removed his heels. Naruto's clone slid to a stop with a look of disappointment, exclaiming, "You guys aren't even wearing costumes!"

"This is a private practice session, Hokage-sama," Kakashi said, his respectful tone completely unbelievable.

Rolling his eyes, Naruto's clone shoved a scroll toward Kakashi. "Shikamaru put together the rest of our information on your target."

"How nice of you to deliver it personally," Sakura observed dryly, if a little smugly, glad they'd managed to evade Naruto's nosiness yet again.

"Whatever," the clone grumbled, turning and walking back to the doors with a dejected air.

Sakura turned to look at Kakashi's profile as he watched the clone leave. She watched his eyes crease in amusement above his mask, and she felt that squeezing feeling in her chest that had become so familiar of late. She opened her mouth to ask him what he'd been about to say when Pakkun had interrupted, but when he turned his twinkling grey eyes to her, she lost her nerve.

"Ready for the lift?" he asked, slipping his heels back on.

Resisting the urge to crane around and get a view from behind him, Sakura sighed and said, "Okay. Let's try it again."