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Office Work

Tsunade gazed out the window of her office in the Hokage tower, enjoying the slight breeze that ruffled her golden bangs. The corner of her mouth curved upwards in a crooked smirk as she replayed the last hour in her mind.

But Baa-chan...

Eugh. Why is this kid so energetic and loud?

Tsunade was nursing a hangover and wanted nothing more than to curl up in her room away from her Hokage duties - the stack of mission reports and letters of complaints from the Council was perilously close to toppling over and scattering - and away from this whining blob of orange.

"This training is boring! Why can't I go on missions with Sai? I want to go on missions too! How many missions did YOU go on, Baa-chan? I bet you went on heaps before you were able to be Hokage, huh? I can't wait to be Hokage! When will I be Hokage? I don't want to have to wait until I'm as old as Old Perverted Gramps before becoming Hokage! Hey! You're pretty old too aren't you, Baa-chan? Why don't you step down and make ME Rokudaime? Baa-chan? Baa-chan? Are you listening to me, Baa-chan?"

"Dickless, most people stop listening to you after you say 'Hokage'. Besides, you could always ask Hokage-sama to teach you her youth-appearance jutsu if you are afraid of looking ugly and wrinkly. But, from what I've read, I thought only ugly females were concerned with such things. Well, I guess that does explain a lot about you, Dickless."

Tsunade almost smiled at the short respite as Naruto turned an interesting shade of purple while indignantly spluttering. Almost. Before the implications of the comment sunk in and she turned to glare at Sai who didn't even bat an eyelash.

"It's not his fault he was brainwashed by Danzou" became her new mantra.

"Shishou? I'm coming in! Kakashi's here to deliver his report." Sakura entered, her head bowed while her eyes scanned the mission documents in her arms.

"SAKURA-CHAN!"

Sakura's head snapped upwards just in time to see an orange blur tackle and hug her, and grunted as the wind was knocked out of her.

"Oh hey! Naruto! Sai!" A sincere grin lit up her face at the sight of her two teammates turned brothers.

"Enough of that. Let the poor girl go, Naruto. Sakura, tell Kakashi to get his ass in here. That damn man is three hours late. And if he starts talking about old women and black cats needing help, I swear to Kami, I'll kick him."

"Baa-chan? Is Kakashi getting another mission? Can I be on it? Please? Pretty please? Baa-chan?"

The flickering vein on Tsunade's temple was the only warning Naruto got before he found himself sailing through the open window with Tsunade's red foot-stamp of approval. Sai and Sakura glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders. It wasn't that uncommon a sight for them. With a light pat on Sakura's shoulder and a nod to Tsunade, Sai also made his departure passing Kakashi on his way out.

Kakashi walked in just as Tsunade straightened her leg. He watched as she slowly exhaled before turning around to affix her glare on him, one hand on her hip, the other planted on her desk with her manicured fingernails impatiently tapping the smooth oak veneer.

"Well?" A loud crash from behind punctuated her sharp command-like question. Kakashi's lone eye widened as he saw the telltale clouds of dust and sudden flocks of birds fleeing. He glanced sideways at Sakura who mouthed "Naruto" for confirmation.

Oh, shit. Without giving his normal excuses for being late, Kakashi immediately handed in his mission scroll.

Tsunade's amber glare did not deviate from Kakashi as she nodded for him to pass the scroll to Sakura who unfurled it skeptically and read aloud the dates of the new Icha Icha movie release. Sakura looked up at the sudden thud to see the Copy-nin on the floor. Confused, she turned around and saw a paperweight embedded into the wall directly behind where Kakashi's head was just a moment ago. Tsunade delicately sat down.

Kakashi slowly straightened up and muttered a quick apology before fumbling with the many pockets of his jounin vest. The room was silent, save for the steadily increasing in speed tap tap tapping of Tsunade's fingernails. Sakura inwardly winced as she imagined the fingernail imprints her mentor would leave in the wooden table.

After pulling out a few dog biscuits, some Icha Icha figurines and some condoms (at this, Sakura blushed), Kakashi proudly slapped down onto the table a ragged, stained scrap of paper only to have it say "Victory! Signed with a one eyed smiley face"

Once again, Tsunade stood up, pushing against the table to crack her shoulders and neck. Kakashi quickly took a step back, afraid that he would get the Naruto treatment. But, Tsunade turned her back to him, walking to stand near the window and Kakashi briefly entertained the thought of punting her out the window. He peered over her shoulder; the view from the Hokage tower was stunning. Kakashi could see Konoha's green forests spanning miles before him. He could see the sudden cloud and appearance of Gamabunta and the subsequent blur of orange, as an enraged Gamabunta threw Naruto even further away from the village.

Kakashi opened his mouth to ask what else Tsunade wanted with him, only to snap it shut again as he felt someone's hand groping his ass. Out of the corner of his eye, Sakura challenged him with a cheeky smile and a wink. He had apparently been gone too long.

Oh dear heavens, she's using her nails. Kakashi mentally swore as he pocketed both hands and slouched in an attempt to hide his raging hard on. He shot a warning glare at Sakura who mostly ignored it in favour of another hard grope. Since his mission report revealed nothing, Tsunade began to fire a series of questions at Kakashi, to which he tried to answer as best he could, what with a pink-haired vixen making it a bit… hard.

Tsunade peered around to see what was wrong as Kakashi was behaving odder than usual but by then, Sakura and Kakashi were standing a respectable distance apart. Inwardly shrugging her shoulders, Tsunade returned to her desk, slid a piece of paper towards Kakashi and Sakura, and rested her chin on tented fingers.

"What I want to discuss with you now must not leave this room, and especially must not reach…"

A loud howl of rage "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-channnnnnnnn" drifted through the window.

"…Naruto."

Sakura hurriedly went around Tsunade's desk to close the window but instead of returning to her place beside Kakashi, she stayed where she was behind Tsunade, but in perfect view of Kakashi.

"The elders still do not agree with my preparation of Naruto as the next Hokage. They want YOU as Rokudaime, Kakashi. They say that if you become Rokudaime, they will not interfere with Naruto as Nanadaime. It is, of course, your choice, but I don't want this getting out to Naruto. It might affect his training."

From behind Tsunade, Sakura began to fondle her breasts while smirking at Kakashi.

Oh my Kami. Hurry it up, Hatake. Get Tsunade to leave.

"What if I just instate Naruto as Nanadaime immediately after my own inauguration?"

Slender fingers began to play with the zipper running down the centre of her red shirt. A pink tongue flicked out to coat soft lips in a light sheen of saliva.

Tsunade's eyebrow rose. "That…could work. Actually, that makes everything a lot easier. Damn, this sake must be getting to me. Speaking of which…" Tsunade reached for her secret stash to take a giant gulp from the bottle. "Well, I'm off to another meeting with the Council. I'm glad we got that settled." Without further ado, Tsunade stalked off, her green coattails flapping behind her.

As the clacking of her wooden sandals grew softer, Kakashi's hooded eye swept over Sakura's form and a hand reached up to remove his mask. Her lips parted in a soft 'Oh' before he lunged over the table and pinned her hands above her head after flattening her against the window.

A hot breath of air fanned her neck as he whispered, "I did," a sharp nip of teeth on her earlobe "warn," teeth lightly scraping over the sensitive arch of her neck, "you." Sakura moaned as Kakashi claimed her lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Seconds later, they broke apart, gasping for air.

"But this is Shishou's..."

Her protest was soundly cut off as Kakashi attacked her lips with fervour. All further protests vanished as she felt his erection rub against her heated core, eliciting a needy whimper. Hands desperately fumbled at clothing, the overwhelming desire to feel his heated flesh on hers was just too much. She gasped as he suckled on her nipple. Her head dropped backwards as she arched her back, pressing her chest into his eager mouth. Her hands grabbed at Kakashi's hitae-ate, loosened and discarded it, then buried themselves in his thick mane of silver. Meanwhile, one of Kakashi's hands caressed the small of her back while the other slowly dragged downwards to her thigh where he proceeded to pull her leg up to wrap around his slim waist.

With their hips now perfectly aligned, Sakura began to buck wildly, craving the friction that would ease the burning heat. Groaning, Kakashi gripped her hips and stilled them. A wicked smirk spread across his handsome face as an idea popped into his perverted mind. He swiftly encouraged Sakura to wrap her other leg around his waist, and carried her to the Hokage's table. With one hand, he swept everything off the desk, pens clattered to the floor and papers scattered in a flurry of white.

Sakura was deposited on the table and she sat there, legs still parted and chest heaving – her shirt had been unzipped and her bindings had been pulled down to reveal her breasts, her skirt had been hiked up to over her hips and her panties remained slung over one slender ankle – looking as if she had already been ravished. Kakashi reclined in Tsunade's chair, admiring the view in front of him.

"Continue what you were doing from behind Tsunade," he was pleased to see that his raspy demand sent shivers down Sakura's body. Her hands moved to caress her toned thighs, fingers lightly trailing up her hips, across her flat stomach, pausing the upwards movement to pull away her bindings and throw them aside, and finally up to cup her breasts. They rested in her palms as her thumbs encircled the hardened peaks. Emerald eyes hooded with desire gazed at him as she leant backwards, one elbow on the table's surface supporting her, as the other hand continued to play. His eyes caught sight of the droplets of fluid running down her thigh and a moment later, they were gone, lapped up by his tongue.

Kami, this never gets old.

Kakashi loved both the scent and taste that was uniquely Sakura. Lips began to suckle on her sensitive nub, before the tip of his tongue slid up her velvet folds and around her clit, flattening to press hard against the nub, soothing the mild pain from the sharp nips of his teeth. By this time, Sakura had lain back on the table, her head lolling off its edge, her hands still playing with her breasts. Kakashi had to hold Sakura's hips down and her legs apart as she shook uncontrollably during her orgasm. However, instead of immediately pulling his boxers down (his pants had already been unbuttoned and unzipped and hung precariously off his hips) and plunging into what he knew would be a tight warm cavern, Kakashi leisurely leant back in his chair positioned between Sakura's and waited for her to sit up.

She did so, but ever so slowly, effortlessly sliding herself off the table and into Kakashi's lap. He bit back a groan as she deliberately shifted over his erection. He could feel her wetness and heat through the thin material of his boxers.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Kakashi-sama?" Her voice, an innocent purr, contradicted the sensual grind of her hips. Her fingers were already pulling at his boxers, attempting to free him and he raised his hips to help her slip them off.

"Ride me," the two words were gruffly spoken and without a moment's hesitation, Kakashi was in heaven – her chest slicked with sweat pressed against his, her sweet pants and moans were music to his ears, her muscles clamping down on him as she rode him, fast and hard – senses occupied by all that was Sakura. Their movements became frantic, both eager to reach their climax. As she impaled herself on him, Kakashi's own hips lifted to meet hers, the deep thrusts making them both groan. She was almost there. He could feel her clench and as his hands twisted in her hair, pulling her in for a kiss...

SNAP!

They both froze. Then, realisation struck.

"Ohmygod ohmygod. Shishou's going to kill us. We broke her chair. WE BROKE HER CHAIR!"

Well, that was a blow to his manly pride. Here he was, still inside her, the both of them almost at climax, and she was more preoccupied with a chair.

Well, let's remind her of her priorities, shall we?

He rose in one fluid motion and laid her back on the table. One hand went to grip both her wrists, pinning them above her head while the other moved her thigh from his hip to over his shoulder. Sakura arched, moaning incoherently, as the new angle allowed Kakashi to rub against her clitoris as he thrust wildly into her.

"Kakashi! Please don't st..."

SNAP!

"Oh, for FUCK's sake!" A guttural growl from Kakashi and a moment later he slammed her against the office door.

"Not a word, Sakura, not a word." To emphasise his point, Kakashi sealed her lips with his in a heated kiss and continued his previous ministrations. Without any other interruptions, Kakashi succeeded in bringing Sakura to her peak, her muscles milking him for all he was worth as he slowly rode out his own orgasm. Energy spent, he allowed them both to slide to the floor, he on his knees and Sakura straddling his lap with her back still pressed to the door.

As the haze of lust passed, Sakura took notice of her surroundings – clothing and important papers strewn everywhere, a chair with one of its wooden arms hanging limply by a few splinters, and a table that had finally split down the middle – and realised she was oh so totally screwed.

"Kakashi? Damn it, Kakashi! Move!"

Kakashi barely stirred from where he was, nuzzling her soft neck like a kitten that was utterly pleased with itself. Getting slightly anxious, Sakura pushed him off her and crawled to start collecting the scattered papers.

Maybe I can get Yamato-taichou to do me a favour and help me fix the chair and table before Shishou comes back. Actually, I'll get Kakashi to ask him. I don't understand why but Yamato-taichou seems to listen to everything he says.

Lost in her thoughts (still on her hands and knees), Sakura did not notice the intent stare from behind her. However, she did feel the slightly calloused palms knead her buttocks then drag upwards to do the same to her breasts. She could also feel his throbbing erection sliding between her legs, becoming slick in the evidence of their romp just a few moments ago. At the same time, his talented mouth trailed wet kisses up her spine, covering her ear lobe before whispering, "Can I?"

Honestly, did he really even have to ask? How could any girl resist?

In response, Sakura lowered herself to rest her weight on her forearms before pushing her raised ass back into Kakashi's erection. She shot a seductive smirk back at him only to find him frozen, staring at something beyond her. Sakura's head snapped back to the front.

There was Naruto, plastered against the closed window, eyes and mouth wide open in horror.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

End

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I think this was a bit longer to make up for it? No?

Thank you for the reviews/faves/story alerts. Hope you guys continue to give them as they prompt me into writing.

I'm thinking of stopping at Ch. 5 since I believe there is a limit to the entertainment value of smut before it gets boring.

But tell me what you guys think. Should I continue these smut ficlets?