Standard disclaimer: I don't own these characters and don't make any money off this fanfiction which is written solely for entertainment purposes. It would be a waste of time, money, and other various resources to sue me. Besides the banks have first dibs on my money once I graduate, they don't like it if you don't pay them back for tuition and whatnot.
Kakashi liked women, well actually he loved women. He especially loved passionate women. However, he was presented with a problem because Sakura was an extremely passionate woman. That should have been a given though because she showed the same kind of passion and dedication in all that she did. Sakura loved fiercely. She had grown into a strong young woman and protected those she loved ferociously. Kakashi was proud that she had grown into a dedicated ninja that loved Konoha with all her heart. But most of all Kakashi was afraid, afraid that she had already wormed her way past his defenses. Those defenses were there for a reason, to keep himself free from personal attachment. Friendship was one thing but lovers could get in the way. Kakashi had always placed Konoha before all else, except teammates. Sex didn't get in the way of Kakashi's lifestyle, but love did. Love always gets in the way of a shinobi's life. Sakura was a problem, maybe a big problem.
Love wasn't in the cards for him. He always made sure to limit the intimacy with his previous lovers. The sex was always great but it stayed just that, sex. He had always made sure the woman he was with understood that sex was all he could offer. Most had been willing to forgo the relationship aspect, in exchange for a night of passion with the infamous copy-nin. However, Kakashi knew Sakura well enough to know that love and sex were always on the same page, not in completely different books the way they were with him. Once again, this was a problem. He should have left before things had gotten out of control. He tried, he really had. Obviously he hadn't tried hard enough.
It wasn't his fault that he couldn't resist her, really, it wasn't. He was human after all and she was young and beautiful. He was also closer to her than he was with most others. That alone should have deterred him from sleeping with her, but it hadn't. Once again, Kakashi was human. He wasn't infallible, and Kakashi had a weakness for beautiful women. So, really it wasn't his fault. Sakura was very beautiful, small, voluptuous even for a shinobi, and she was passionate. God was she passionate. The memories alone were enough to plague him for a lifetime. Everything had been fine until she had decided to be on top, and give him a wonderful ride. Just seeing her writhe on top of him made his normally impeccable control slip. However, it hadn't been the sight of her that made him snap, it had been her sounds. She whimpered, moaned, and practically screamed. Unlike a lot of the women he had been with, Sakura didn't sound overly boisterous in an attempt to please him. She sounded real and completely raw, that had been what made him lose control. Sakura was a problem, because he could quickly become addicted to her. In fact, even as he thought of the reasons he shouldn't be with her, he was also thinking about marching straight back to her apartment. Maybe he would go check for a solo mission.
Kakashi had successfully avoided Sakura for forty-six hours and twenty three minutes, approximately, give or take five minutes. He had left her house at eleven fifty two pm on Monday, it was now nine twenty nine pm Wednesday. Approximately. He had done one solo mission that had taken approximately twenty two hours to complete. He was bored now, and he couldn't really go anywhere without risking running into her. Surprisingly she hadn't shown up at his doorstep, maybe she was regretting it too. Hopefully. If she regretted it enough, they could pretend nothing had ever happened. That incident could be water under the bridge so to speak. That would be best really.
Sakura wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what was happening. She had known it after the fifteen minutes he spent staring at her bedroom ceiling after which he wordlessly began dressing. She hadn't been offended, she didn't expect cuddling from him. Sakura knew that when it came to women Kakashi tended to keep them at arms length and that was what his lifestyle demanded. She also knew that most likely Kakashi would continue to avoid her and when she did finally run into him he would act as if nothing happened, maybe even continue to ignore her after that. God, she hoped not. She knew he didn't want a relationship, and maybe she didn't either. Could she be content with a 'friends with benefits' relationship? She didn't know. Did she love him? As a friend and comrade she loved him whole heartedly, but as something more? She didn't know that either. It was then that Sakura realized that she never thought things through when it came to men. She needed to start thinking things through; it would probably save her a lot of heartache. God knows it would have done wonders when it came to Sasuke. It was time to decide.
Sakura sat down in her kitchen thinking about how this all had come about, had she really been the cause of all this? She had instigated it, that's for sure. But had she really jeopardized their friendship? Would he simply toss her away over regret? It wouldn't have been the first time that had happened to her. She still recalled the disaster of a relationship with Keisuke, a shinobi from a wealthy family who wanted to keep their relationship a secret because she hadn't been from an affluent family like he was. That had ended with her knee in his groin on the night that he decided that she could never be good enough. Sakura wasn't even sure if she had been in love with the man, but she had been hurt by his callousness. She sighed and looked at the clock, it was nearing midnight. In another twelve hours she would be on active duty for the Anbu team she lead. She was weary, and sad, sad that maybe she just lost one her closest friends because she had wanted to see where this attraction would lead her.
Kakashi stood on the sidewalk outside of her apartment and sighed. His brain had been wracked with indecision since he had last left her apartment. He was tired, he had only had a few hours sleep and even then he had dreamt of her. Maybe it was too late for him, maybe he was already in too deep. Maybe he had been in too deep for a long time, even before he had slept with her. Maybe he was a fool. Kakashi was sure of one thing, he wouldn't find a moments peace if he left things as they were. They either continued what she had started or they went back to being friends, either way he wouldn't simply throw her away because he hadn't been able to keep it in his pants. As he thought this, he climbed the three flights of stairs to her flat which resided on the top floor of the older building.
He stood rather stiffly at her door, hands in his pockets waiting for her to answer. How would she react when she saw him? Would she be happy? Sad? Angry? His brain supplied that he could handle happy and angry, but sad? He didn't think he could handle sad. When she finally opened the door, he saw a myriad of emotions play across her face. First surprise, happiness, and finally confusion spread across her features. Maybe he wasn't as predictable as he thought. He stepped through the doorway and she shut and locked the door. He watched her movements, suddenly anxious and weary at the same time. She turned to him and smiled, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. The smile was bittersweet as if she dreaded something. God, he was going to hell. Whatever gods were up there were going to see how he broke this woman because of his stupidity and they were going to cast him in hell. Kakashi wouldn't blame them if they did, he deserved as much. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he was surprised when she spoke.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon" she said quietly.
"Would you like me to leave?" he whispered.
"No, stupid. I just figured you would want a little space to process things" she replied loudly.
He was glad to hear the anger in her voice, and whatever melancholy had been present before had vanished. He smiled slightly as he listened to her continue.
"I know the way you are Kakashi, when it comes to women sometimes the gears in your head move as slow as molasses."
"Hn" he replied, thinking this was probably true.
"Although I figure that I'm just another notch in the belt, another dent in the matt--"
Suddenly he was angry, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him.
"That's not fair, and it was your mattress not mine" he replied hotly thrusting her away from him.
"I know, I just… You came here and barely said a word. I wanted… needed to know what you were thinking" she replied looking up at him.
"Why not just ask me?" he asked quietly.
"You wouldn't have answered"
"How do you know? You didn't ask"
He watched her come closer, he wanted to step back but he didn't. He stayed still, afraid that the slightest move would be his downfall. Any movement and he wouldn't be able to deal with her proximity. If he made any movement, he might give in to her intimacy. He might… He could hear her breathing and smell her shampoo. He could see her struggling with something, a slight frown creasing her brow. He broke when he heard her speak.
"I want you again" she whispered.
In that simple moment everything was so clear. Life was so short, the choice wasn't even his. There was a pull between them, something unidentifiable. She was important to him, did it need to be about love? She hadn't said anything about love, did she love him? Was this more than friendship and attraction? Did it matter?
All he could see was her moving closer, pressing herself against him, her fingers fisting in his shirt. All he could hear was the rapid beating of his own heart and her shaky breaths. His hands were gripping her arms now and suddenly he was sliding down her body. His hands moved to her stomach where they pooled her shirt underneath her breasts. He caressed the soft flesh and moved his hands to her back; he heard the sharp intake of her breath. He looked up to find her staring down at him with hooded lustful eyes. He watched her face as he pushed her shirt over her breasts, his hands cupping the lace covered mounds. Her mouth opened in a soft sigh. He stood again, slipping her shirt over her head and off. His hands found her breasts again, massaging the heavy globes. He stared down at where his hands played; she really did have nice breasts. His thumb found the cloth covered nub and rubbed against the hardened peak. He looked up at her when she moaned and almost groaned at the sight, her mouth slightly parted and her head thrown back. She looked so damn sexy. He had to have her.
He began to strip her of her clothing, he was slow this time. He watched every inch of skin that he unveiled. His hands caressed everything that he revealed and when he slid down to lift each leg out of her jeans she was panting. He kissed her calves making a thorough exploration of each and ended with a chaste kiss to the inside of each thigh. By the time he stood she was eagerly trying to strip him of his clothing. Her breaths were ragged and he chuckled at the way she was desperately trying relieve him of his jounin uniform. She narrowed her eyes at his laugh, and he simply stilled her hands and smirked at her. She tried to pull her hands away and he simply pulled her closer and caught her lips in a passionate kiss. When he released her she was panting. She was completely naked now, standing before him in the moonlight from the kitchen window and the sight nearly stole his breath. Her eyes were slightly glazed, her breath came in shuddering pants and she was more beautiful than he had ever seen her before.
The moment his hand slid down her body to cup her, she moaned against his mouth. He rubbed against the moist, heated flesh and she arched into him. His fingers slid through the slick folds, caressing the wet and silken skin as he went. He slid in a single slender digit and was rewarded with a low groan from the kunoichi in his arms. His thumb seized the little sensitive nub and rubbed against it. Sakura was eagerly trying to thrust herself against his hand. He was hunched over her, working her body into a frenzy. He could feel the tension in her body; her desperate cries were getting louder. He had been going crazy to hear those sounds again and they were like music to his ears. He was working her slowly, building her to an unimaginable plateau. She was desperately trying to quicken his pace and he had no plans of complying. He knew the longer he waited, the greater the pleasure would be for her. His unoccupied arm held her tight because she couldn't hold herself upright any longer. He buried his face in her neck kissing her and whispering dirty encouragements in her ear. She shuddered at each of his words.
"Tell me what you want Sakura." he whispered, he could feel her body clench at the sound of his voice.
"Kakashi, ohh. Please more." she pleaded. He smirked at her plea, but didn't quicken his thrusting digits.
"More what, Sakura? Tell me what you need" he asked, his voice was low and laced with lust.
"Faster, harder. Please Kakashi. God, I'm so close" she moaned in his ear.
Suddenly Kakashi curled the thrusting digits and he felt her body contract and pulse wildly around his fingers. He watched her head fall back and her mouth open in a low keening moan. He felt desire stab through his entire body and settle in his groin. His fingers slowed but increased the depth of their thrusts to prolong her pleasure. Her small frame shook in his arms, and he could feel the rush of liquid around his fingers and down his hand. Her knees gave out completely and she hung boneless in his embrace. He looked at her face, her eyes were shut and her mouth was opened slightly. He noticed that her wild pink locks framed her face and she panted in the aftermath of her pleasure. She was beautiful. He smirked at her and leaned closer to her ear.
"I hope you're not finished yet" he whispered.
No sooner than the words had left his mouth than he had found himself flat on her tiled floor. She was using her inhuman strength to literally tear the clothes from his body. She looked like a pagan goddess, her hair and eyes wild as she attempted to have her way with him. He laughed suddenly at her wild beauty and the situation. She stopped suddenly and stared at him. Her expression changed and suddenly her hands were cupping his face and she was kissing him. He had never been kissed in this manner and he could do nothing but follow her lead. She kissed him as if she would drink the very life from him. When she pulled away, he was panting and trembling slightly. He gently pulled her body from him, she looked at him apprehensively. He stood and finished removing his jounin uniform. He reached down and pulled her up; he took her hand and led her to the carpeted living room.
"Lay down" he instructed her quietly, as he walked to the couch to grab a pillow.
"Lift your hips" he said with the same gentle voice as before as he kneeled and slid the cushion underneath her lower back and hips.
He watched the expressions on her face as she studied him. She looked slightly uncomfortable in this position. Her back was arched, knees apart, and the lower half of her body was presented rather blatantly to him. He leaned down and kissed her, exploring the sweetness of her mouth. He moved down her neck to her shoulders, kissing and biting as he went. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his slender waist. He took her hip and guided her to him; he watched her face as he thrust himself into her pliant body. Her eyes closed and she gasped and arched against him. She was a tight wet glove around him and she began to move underneath his body. He thrust harder into her, and she moaned louder. He moved against her and pulled one hardened nipple into his mouth, she moaned again. She fisted her hands in his hair and cried out his name. He could feel her body tightening around him. His hands moved everywhere, as if to memorize every curve. He was thrusting urgently now, surprised at his own quickness. However, she didn't seem quite ready yet. He reached down and guided one muscular leg over his shoulder. She clenched hard around him at the new sensation and stuttered his name. He used one hand to guide her movements against his hips. Almost immediately he felt her body tighten impossibly around him and she came with a sharp cry. He watched her sweat-slicked body tremble beneath his own. She still clutched at his hair and her body still rocked wildly against his. He moved against her with more purpose now, his own body begging for release. His hand was digging into her hip; as if his body were trying to mark hers, just for now, for this moment. She was so wet, so tight. She was raking her nails down his back and moaning loudly. His mind catalogued the way she moved against him, the sounds she made, the way she felt inside, everything. His mind stored the memory in photographic detail, so he would always remember her; always remember the way she gave herself to him. He felt the familiar warmth gather low in his loins and the tell tale signs that his partner was quickly reaching another orgasm. Finally he came, white hot pleasure searing him from the inside. From far off he heard Sakura cry out as she clenched hard around him, dragging another low moan from him. He lay barely supporting his weight and for once he felt truly relaxed, content with the state of things. He wondered idly how long that feeling would last?
AN: thanks for the reviews, they really keep me goin' and encourage me to write more often. That doesn't sound like blackmail, right? Anyway as always reviews are appreciated, flames are not. Hope you like it, more to come soon.