Title: Fantasy
Author: Winter Ashby (rosweldrmr)
Disclaimer: Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto & Challenge © kakasakudrabble at LiveJournal
Rating: M
Word Count: 500 - exactly!
Summary: Sakura would fantasize about seeing Kakashi again. (Sakura & Kakashi)
Authors Notes: Week 04 Theme: Fantasy. I just couldn't help myself. I love Shippouden sooo much!!! Watching Kakashi's face when Sakura busted the ground apart, and seeing them sparring was sooooo HOT!

Sakura would fantasize about seeing Kakashi again. She would imagine what he'd say when he finally saw her again, after a year-and-a-half of being away.

Sakura would close her eyes at night and dream.

He'd incline his head, and tuck his tattered, orange book into his weapon's pouch. "You've grown." He'd say in a smooth voice as he ran his eye over her frame.

"I'm a medic-nin now." She would say, and rest her hand against his chest. "Like Rin."

"But you're stronger than Rin ever was." And then he'd pull the corner of his mask down a little. "I think it's time I showed you." His husky voice would whisper in her ear. "It's time to see what I've hidden from you."

And he'd kiss her, the way she'd seen him kiss a women at a bar one night. He'd hold the back of her head, run his tongue over her lips, and press her flatly against every inch of his body.

Sakura would think about this while she trained. She would imagine what he'd say when he finally got to see how strong she was. She fantasized about the way he would feel against her skin.

She imagined that he would be so hot he'd burn her flesh away, so that she could re-grow her skin to be tough, like his. She imagined what it would be like to run her tongue over his exposed neck, and brush her chest over his forearm.

She fantasized about the day that he would acknowledge her as an equal, and not pat her on the head like he always did.

Sakura wanted him to come home, so that she could wrap her legs around his waist in a sparring session, and feel him wriggle, caught in the trap of her well-toned thighs. She imagined pinning him against the dirt and grass in a deserted clearing.

She thought about plucking leaves him his silver hair and running her hands over his naked face.

"What are you doing?" He'd ask as he pulled away from her touch, like it burned.

"Taking what's mine." She would say, as she kissed him.

"Sakura." He'd whisper her name in a strained voice as he fought to keep control.

"It's okay Kakashi." She'd unzip his jacket. "I want you to."

And he'd push her back against a tree, a frantic look in his eyes. His hands would shake with repressed longing as he pulled her skirt down. His fingertips would graze over her thighs, and he'd look up at her.

"I've waited so long for this." And she'd let her head roll back against the bark as he undressed her.

Sakura imagined how he would taste, and what the sheets of his bed would feel like the morning after they stumbled through his front door and crashed to the floor tangled together.

She didn't care that it was impossible, or that she was betraying her love for Sasuke, because honestly… he wasn't a part of her fantasy.