Watching her hand on the edge of the desk, as the distance between her fingers grew. Her little finger now forming a deeper V from the rest as a fingertip grazed his.

"Anko..." he whispered, to the fingertip which was stroking his. "Do you really think you can fuck me better?"

"Don't you want me to try?"

Fuck yes, I do.

It was the smallest gesture but he did it anyway. Slowly, Kakashi turned his hand over, so it lay palm-up and he watched as Anko's slim, delicate fingers laced through his gloved ones. Despite all the things they had done together and to each other - why was this perhaps the most subversive.

Hand-holding? Seriously?

Kakashi almost laughed aloud, but instead he closed his hand and pulled her towards him, cupping her face with his other hand as she kissed him and he tasted it all, sweetness, peppermint and that astringent aniseed and the salt. She saw him… she saw underneath the underneath, and he felt the grip on his insides lessening. Anko Mitarashi at the head of a conquering hoard, vanquishing the tyrant beating back the demons to lay claim to him, but where there should have been hostility and fear he felt a sense of hope and a chance at freedom as sunlight broke through. And his wretched body - his adrenaline-saturated, testosterone-riddled body mastered his mind and his heart.

And he was kissing her back, so desperately he needed her more than the need to breathe. Pulling her up, his hands ran up her legs, underneath the coat… as he dropped her. Anko landed gracefully on one foot.

"-Wha-"

Stepping away from him, she pulled the strap of her coat, and opened it - her eyes sparkling with an invitation to play. Kakashi moaned, as he ran a hand through his hair before his head snapped back.

"You came over like that?" He rasped.

"I probably shouldn't have - it was kinda windy."

Kakashi chuckled gently but it was snuffed out like candle light as soon Anko began to unclasping the buckle at the bottom of her skirt. Anko was wearing a bra the same vivid purple as the lining of her coat. Frankly a bra that could serve no practical purpose Kakashi thought but as his eyes slipped down, as her skirt parted to reveal more of her thigh before it was discarded entirely he could see that he had been right...

"You don't seem to be a very big fan of my panties Hatake," she said with a smirk.

"You're always so eager to get them off."

"You're wrong-" Kakashi muttered as he reached for her, but she danced away. "-I'm the biggest fan."

Anko shrugged off her coat, allowing it to slide over her shoulders and down her arms. Turning her back to him, his eyes journeying down the curve of her spine as her hands unclasped the bra before it was discarded as she walked over her coat, as those dimples that signposted that ass danced. She crawled onto the bed, then landing with a leap, so half of his gallery - his precious gallery - had been evicted but all for the promise of a live performance. Towering above her now - eyes ravishing that body wondering where to start...

"Well Hatake," Anko murmured, as she looped a finger through the metal ring at the kunai's handle. Spinning it round her fingers just as skillful as he was, until it came to a stop in an offensive stance.

"You're pretty overdressed - what are you going to do about it?"

With a wolfish grin he pulled his mask off and dropped the hitai-ate. Using his teeth he peeled the gloves off finger by finger before he threw them to her one by one.

Go on!

She signaled, with a wide smile and he felt the intensity of Anko's gaze and desire manifesting as strongly as touch. Shifting now so she was lying on her back, he saw her hand ghosting over her mound, and a hint of the ruby mine glittering there. Unzipping the flak jacket, he threw it to the floor, a dull thump and then the clanging of weapons as they resettled.

How often had she really touched herself thinking of him? Well - judging from the way her fingers dipped into that secret slit already glistening - it had definitely been more than once. And god, his dick was coming to life at the sight and the sound. Raising an eyebrow, he lifted the hem of his sweater slowly letting it creep up his stomach before he let it fell again. Anko moaned in frustration, as he teased her with another flash of his stomach, dropping the sweater again.

"Hatake - you're such a tease."

It's just for you kid.

But Kakashi said nothing, grin widened, but he pulled an arm out and under, and it was over his head. Anko's eyes raked his body as fingers slid in and out. Shit, she really was finger-fucking herself over him, as she took her pleasure in the spectacle.

Following her eyes as she traced the outline of his torso, the white hair at his chest had sprang back after the medical. Eyes slipping south now following the trail dusting his stomach, then back from shoulders to his arms. Lifting an eyebrow, Kakashi turned flexing his arm so the Anbu tattoo danced, Anko smirked but then she bit her lip - was he imagining it or the fingers reaching deeper now...

And his poor dick definitely desperate, just crying for her attention most. What a noticeable change in pace now! He rested a foot off the bed to unravel the bandages around his calf. Allowing the bandages to fall he rested another foot on the edge of the bed. Anko shook her head, quick as lightning she was kneeling beside him, inserting the tip of a kunai between bandage and skin.

"Too slow Hatake," she hissed, with a few flicks of the knife, she created a flurry of scraps like feathers. Their fingers fumbled against each other fighting to undress him - to open his fly - unclasp him - undo the belt - before finally a fly was unzipped and she was sliding a hand in.

"I've missed this little guy," she murmured , fingers lacing themselves around his dick, and then with another lurch forward she cupped his balls.

"Hey… enough-uh- with the-uh- little-" he stuttered, as she squeezed gently.

"He's - uh -pretty sensitive - urrrgghh." And it was too much, Kakashi was melting into her touch, a soft, warm and firm hand that encircled him at the base stroking up to the tip.

"Thanks -" between strokes "- for letting me know I hate to upset him." With that Anko folded herself over, as she licked her lips lighting-up his cock with her hot breath, an unusual tingling sensation from the aniseed- peppery of her lipstick...

Did he like it? Uh- fuck yes did he like it!

Ssssshhhiiittt

How often he had imagined sinking deep between those lips, swirling her tongue over his head. First little athletic flicks than broad, languid strokes. So much pleasure in her deep, slick, warmth - as beguiling as all her other parts. Sliding in… and then out… and… in again cheeks hollowing and filling as he felt pressure building behind his balls.

Don't close your eyes for fuck's sake Hatake.

"Aaarrrghhh."

Kakashi reached for her head - Anko's eyes flashed a warning - but he was only pulling back her hair to better see her face. As she relented, Kakashi slowly roped her hair round his hand. Molten silk to a steel cord as he pulled it tight in the way that she liked.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, and he felt the sound throat vibrating in her throat and around his cock. So he pulled again, then releasing the makeshift ponytail to take up a fist full of her hair.

Don't fuck her face Hatake. You're not in a porno. Dear god, don't fuck her face.

Repeating the mantra over and over, to let her dictate the pace and stop the urge to roll his hips forward, and just ram her, until he was balls- deep in that wide, dirty, sexy mouth.

"Aaargghh!"

Oh god, was it him making those noises like a dying animal? He could barely tell anymore as his breathing became more labored, and the rush of blood ran through his head.

Man he needed more hands, her ass those dimples at the end flashing as she writhed - too far away. And shit - why were his arms too short to reach her tits...Frustration mounting as he could only... just… graze her nipples with a forefinger at this angle. As her breasts bounced tantalizingly close... then away again. Anko had shifted a little maybe taking pity, as she shifted her position but no… it was only to work a finger along his perineum -

Fucking hell!

Had that image of Anko in a nurse's uniform really just been a premonition! Too much - far too much as all his muscles contracted hard before-

"Urrrrrgggghhh!"

And he really was trying not to gag Anko for the finale and not quite sure if he was managing it. As he came, he was suddenly now a surplus of limbs and skin and mess - dribbling from her mouth as she swallowed what she could. Pulling out Kakashi slumped on to the bed beside Anko, catching his breath as he stared up at the ceiling.

Anko...

Anko lay beside him, propping herself up. Traces of cum on her mouth and her chin, she brushed it aside as if they were at a picnic rather than at the conclusion of the best head of his life. She cocked an eyebrow:

Well?

"- Uh pretty good - " he stammered, struggling to group together his faculties. "Uh-"

"-Pretty good?!" Anko shrieked. "Fuck you Hatake - I bossed it." Before collapsing into a fit of laughter.

Well, yeah.

As much as he loved that laughter, the need to hear the other music possessed him. Lurching forward he kissed her again, silencing her. With a flick of his tongue to urge her to open her mouth wide as he tasted himself a bit and all those other things warred for parity, he rolled his body over her, between her as she parted her legs, wrapping them around him. As they kissed, Kakashi stroked the length of her arm placing it above her head. Anko was demuring, allowing him to stroke and lift her other arm, shuddering with pleasure as his fingers skirted over a spot on the underside of her upper arm.

Ah, so that happens when I do that?

Kakashi was an explorer - he couldn't help himself- as he did it again. Needing to see evidence as he secreted away the information - for posterity (ofcourse). The arm joined the other crossed at the wrist before he broke the kiss. Feeling her take a deep breath as her breasts kissed his body as her lungs filled up. Pinning her wrists down, Kakashi lunged again - another deep, desperate kiss as his free hand crept up. Without warning he pinched her nose and began to steal her breath.

10...9...8..

Anko writhed beneath him but he wasn't going to break.

7...6...5..

His mouth chased hers, the tip of his tongue massaging hers, urging her to keep faith, as the oxygen would be leaving her, taking her somewhere else.

4...3...2...

Lifting his head, allowing his hand to slip from her face she turned away, panting heavily as she fought to catch her breath.

"Hatake," she gasped. "You could have warned me asshole."

Kakashi laughed, nuzzling her neck and nose buried deep in her hair then at the spot where her ear joined neck again, breathing deep. Anko pulled back to look at him.

"Do you always top?"

Kakashi looked at her frowning hard for comic effect.

"Nooooooooo- " as he shook his head, until they slowly became cartoon nods which elicited a giggle.

A giggle? Surely not.

"-Yessssss."

"Shame," Anko said, amused.

"Shame?"

She nodded. "How can you order without reading the whole menu?"

"Mmmm, " Kakashi mused, stroking his chin.

"Do you have a choice when a greedy, little kunoichi (who wasn't paying the bill) snatches it away and orders for you?"

She walked into that one.

Anko shook with laughter before she feigned offense with a pout and pushed him away.

"Oh I'm sorry," Kakashi teased, as he nuzzled her again. "Let me show you I'm sorry." As his eyes flicked south and tilted his head.

"You don't ever need to show me you're sorry like that," Anko said softly. Kakashi saw a glimmer of humor again.

"But-"

With that, she grabbed his head playfully, and pushed him down and before she gave him a little wave.

Laugh it up Mitarashi. I'm going to own you.

She looked like she was on the verge of bursting… but she only pursed her lips, a hand up to her neck waiting with a cocked eyebrow.

What is she up to?

Kakashi shifted down on his elbows, as he scaled down her body until his head almost level with her mound. Looking up at her again for another clue, but she was giving nothing away. Parting her thighs for him, Kakashi sank down and saw it.

"Well, this is new," he muttered. Anko laughed, just so pleased with herself.

"I had to do something Hatake," she reasoned with a shrug. "I don't want my wrist in a sling."

"Oh well," Kakashi said, with wry amusement. "Very reasonable - I don't know why more people don't think of it."

Kakashi couldn't stop himself looking at her sex, like an exotic flower ready to blossom, unique to all others he had seen. He was that intrepid explorer again, sighting a rare species that he had studied -oh fuck how he had studied- but now needing to utilise the research amassed to make contact.

It was the other part of her that had persecuted him during his own nocturnal activities as they invaded his waking thoughts too. He had no comments for improvement and certainly no complaints before ...but boy, oh, boy. He had nothing for admiration at the silver bar so like those nipple studs now sat through the small fold of skin, covering the hood of her clit - a tiny silver ball resting directly against it.

"I can't touch a kunai without getting wet."

God, she had really meant it and he felt giddy as a rush of blood seemed to flood straight from his head to his cock, at yet another revelation, another secret - just for him… Face blushing prettily, Anko was silent as she watched him.

"Well Anko I definitely wouldn't want you to get an injury," he said, cracking a wide grin. Scooping her ass he pulled her towards him, allowing his shoulder to press into her thigh as he looped a hand around her thigh, along her stomach, until just his thumb rested against her piercing.

"Aaahhhhh!" Anko's pelvis had jolted and she fought against him, too sensitized. But he had been prepared for this expedition after the last preliminary exploration. Forcing her thighs down and apart with his shoulder.

"Shit! Oh my fucking god Kakashi"

Tilting his head until lips met lips, he used his tongue to part her as she writhed against him. And slowly… so slowly he began to tongue-fuck her. He closed his eyes drunk on the scent and sight and taste of her, so much richer and well-bodied than that scrap of fabric that he had been custodian and caretaker of during all those months.

"Ahhhh Ka - Kas-hi- shi,"

And god, he could happily live that moment a thousand more times to hear her say his name like that. Kakashi lapped at her, drinking her in juices as though at the font of the nectar of life - keeping pace with his thumb as he continued to work his tongue until -

No!

With a squelch, that sounded like a finger being pulled from a bowl of honey. Anko's body sagged as if in relief. Sliding off the bed he knelt on the floor, flexing his foot and calf muscles until the sharp stabbing pain abated.

"What's wrong?" She murmured, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. Pushing herself up again to look at him.

"Cramp," he muttered, as he stretched. .

"Oh pops, maybe you're just out of shape..." she teased, before laughing at him.

Kakashi smirked - he couldn't help it - but he held a middle- finger up to his face anyway pretending to scratch his nose with it. Anko roared with laughter, and fell back on the bed. Kakashi was fast, he was between her legs again but this time kneeling.

Better to keep leverage with this one.

"Are you going to fuck me Hatake?" Anko asked, falling silent. "Well?"

I'm going to end you Mitarashi.

Kakashi said nothing, but he lowered his head, keeping eye contact before he kissed her clit, as Anko flopped back on to the bed again, eyes closed, his fingers forming signs screened from her before he touched her again.

"Aarrrrggghhh!" Anko screamed. "Ohhhh god!"

The medical jutsu had of course not been created for such a nefarious purpose, but Kakashi was now deploying everything in his arsenal - dying to undo Anko. Kakashi's fingertips were vibrating at a high frequency, cool instead of warm, as he gently expended his chakra combined. He could feel the reverberations even as his tongue flicked her clit and a strange alluring taste of silver as the piercing occasionally clicked against his teeth. Anko will never be able to withstand it.

Now where is it?

"Arrrgh!"

A jolt of Anko's pelvis confirmed it. There it was - her sweet spot. It was spongy and ridged and oh so promising. As she bucked beneath him, the piercing clicked against his teeth more frequently. But he continued to flick the tip of his tongue against her clit, engorged now from all the stimulation.

Cum for me...

As he crooked a finger in invitation, stroking her there, as he sucked...

Cum for me Anko...

He could feel it, and hear it… fuck was she loud- as her voice hammered out a stuccato that would surely be alarming the neighbours. Anko's orgasm building as her own chakra gathering like a dark storm over a body of water… her hips moving in tighter circles… as she fucked his face.

"Kak-kash-si - ohhh-"

Another finger… stretching her wider, getting slicker, massaging her sweet spot until he could feel the signs of her arousal running down fingers, pooling in his palm.

"Kak-kash-si -!"

Slipping in the third finger, urging her to accept him before picking up the pace and increasing the vibrations in his fingertips. Continuing to flying into the eye of the storm, the intrepid explorer cresting the raging waves determined to ride it out to the promised land...

"Aarrrrrgggghhh - Kak-kash-si - fu-ck kkkkk! I-"

Do it Anko...

Sucking her clit hard again, he caused her hips to jolt up again to meet his face - a flash of lightening a promise of what was to come

Cum for me Anko.

He watched her stomach filling and hollowing as the pressure built, holding her down again as she thrashed against him. And he was so, so close to mastering her.

I own you Anko… You're mine… You're mine… Cum for me.

"Kak-kash-si fucccck!"

It happened faster than he had anticipated. As she came violently - he felt her contracting against his hand. Anko pushed him away- almost kicked him away - so overwhelmed by what she was feeling. Kakashi stopped the chakra release, and slipped his fingers out, as he pulled himself away to save himself from being asphyxiated between her thighs. But fuck me, what a way to go, Kakashi thought with a grin, as he watched Anko stretching out like a cat...

And he couldn't help himself, a hand on his dick again. Already rock hard, he gave a sharp intake of breath as a sense of relief. Kakashi sat on the floor, legs outstretched before he pulled them back and sat crossed-legged, ass tacky from his sweat gluing him to the floorboards.

"What are you doing?" She murmured, head resting on her arms. Kakashi moved his hand away, exposing his engorged cock, so hard even without attention that he thought he might be at risk of an injury.

"I probably should be looking for a new apartment," Kakashi said, with a smirk. "I don't know how I'm going to face my neighbors after all your screaming."

Anko's mouth hung open.

"And what about my neighbors Hatake?! You didn't give a shit about them when you fucked my tits off."

The meaningless appeal to his machismo still had his ego swelling with a stupid sense of pride and a burst of happiness at her words. Anko pushed herself off the bed and stood up, towering over him.

Uh oh.

"No..." she commanded, as she gently pushed away his hand from his cock with her foot, standing on toes. Since puberty, his musculature was so well-developed - hamstrings so tight that he could barely touch his toes anymore whereas she - well. His breath hitched as he remembered the medical and all the subsequent nocturnal adventures with his hand that had followed.

"No?"

Anko shook her head, and she stepped over him until he was so close again to the golden lotus, her lips like petals glistening until their mingled scents were alive in his nostrils. Anko poured herself into his lap, straddling his thighs, his own hands working up in broad strokes to cradle her ass - as the heat emanating from her slit blazed.

"Really?" He murmured, amazed but hopeful as she faced him.

Who is she?

Anko smiled artfully, as she wrapped her legs tightened around his thighs, and arms snaking round his shoulders bringing those tits up to graze his chest. As he watched Anko's chest rising and falling, she seemed to be breathing deep when he exhaled, and he found that he had already synced his breathing to match. Hands worked themselves into his hair as she turned his face towards her. Lips ghosting over his close enough to kiss him but she only smiled.

"Look at me," her voice low, despite the smile and the volume Kakashi knew it was a command.

Hatake it's a different section of the menu.

"Kakashi," she breathed, in that voice that spoke directly to his cock and balls.

"Anko," he returned, doing an impression of her sexy, breathy whisper but not quite doing it justice. Anko's shoulders shook as she laughed, her sweat beading and rolling between her tits. He wanted to lap it up - to lick her up from toe to ear and to know every inch of her.

"Just go with it."

Slowly… so… excruciatingly, slowly Anko began to move her hips rocking gently, as she coaxed him inside her. Anko's stomach undulating hypnotically as she pressed against him, and at the end of each roll she began to contract her pelvis delivering tiny, feathery kisses which squeezed his cock as they rocked.

And then, something else he had never experienced before… Seeing it so clearly in his mind's eye - understanding that it was augmented reality as if he was under a genjutsu. A golden lotus at the base of her spine, where the highest concentration of chakra flowered, petals unfurling and billowing in a breeze, as if time had no meaning as and from the flowers base a movement that he couldn't understand until scales glinted like a bouquet of shuriken and a snake's head emerged. The snake was uncoiling and moving towards him in time to her thrusts, as strangely hypnotic as it was frightening the movement full of deathly promise like the point of a kunai held at a ticking throat. The snake was eating his chakra, consuming his life force, as it spelt out annihilation and death - this was the end and fear gripped him and he both wanted it and resisted.

"Kakashi..." she whispered, a hand on the back of his neck as she pulled his hair.

"Kakashi let -," she urged, as she rolled her hips towards him "-me in."

And then he was consumed in her soft, slick warmth and he was falling into oblivion. Just like that time on Ajna - all semblance of control, time and surroundings were obliterated and all that mattered was her body. But if this was the end he wanted more - wanted everything - he wanted to die in her - tasting her. Anko clenched hard around him, again... and again… and again… and again.

"Kak-as-shi," she panted, as she rested her lower arms on his shoulders pulling his face to meet hers, her eyelashes curled against her cheeks as she looked at him through her half-lidded eyes - just as arresting and alluring as all those other time. Kakashi felt her encircling his neck with her hands...

The snake was moving faster, keeping pace with Anko's hips. He felt invading his body, undulating as it devoured more and more of him - who the fuck was he again? He couldn't say and he didn't give a shit anymore. The pressure was building… and building… and building... like a dam with widening cracks and fissures, jets of water springing free, threatening to burst. Feeling and hearing the wet applause as Anko's gateway swallowed him up and the snake was close to the end - he had no idea how much longer he could last as. As her warm breath ghosted across his face he wanted desperately to kiss her again - to cum and to die on those lips.

"An-ko," he begged. "Kiss me... Please kiss me."

"Kak-as-shi..." she whispered, as she flexed her hips, massaging him from the inside.

"If... you...want...to...kiss me-" feeling her thumbs at the dip in his throat, as she pressed gently, only once.

"-fuc-king kiss me."

Lips were so tantalizingly close but to reach them - he would need a leap of faith as her words echoed again.

So one deep breath before he took the leap and his mouth crushed hers possessively and the taste of blood filled his mouth, rolling his tongue towards hers. Kakashi's lungs burned as his breath left him, light-headed, giddy as his oxygen was depleted. Anko had given him a choice. If he wanted to breathe, all he need do was pull his head back away from those hands… and from those lips. But he couldn't - wouldn't. Finally, the snake uncoiled, as it prepared to strike, jaws opening wide before fangs sank into it's own tail -

"Arggggghhh!"

Anko held him as he came, but it was a sensation like no other... Dawn breaking over water - blindingly bright and brilliant, an orgasm felt not as a release of energy but a sudden redistribution of the sensations -coloring everything.

So you can do that with chakra?

Panting and struggling to catch his breath drowning in new experience, he held on to Anko as if she was a life raft. And again, his face nestled into the crook between her neck and her ear breathing in her scent at his secret spot- one of the parts of her body that gave him the most pleasure. Fingers walked up his back, before sinking into his hair as she cradled his head and stroked his neck.

"I'm getting up," Anko whispered, as she broke the embrace. And all he could feel was her absence. Kakashi caught her wrist.

"No," he growled, as he yanked her back and they fell heavily in a tangle of limbs.

"Ow!" Anko cried, but she was laughing as he held her, as she shifted round to look at him with a foxy grin - expression softening as she stroked him.

"This face," she breathed. Their mingled scents touched his nose as her little finger, she followed the path of the scar that had claimed his eye so long ago.

Was it Rin who last touched him there, as gently as this, that day when Obito's Sharingan had come to rest in his face. Closing his eyes he felt her finger tip ghosting along his face, as slowly she crossed the divide between the part of him that was public to the part he kept concealed. As her finger tip reached the end of his scar, near his mouth he opened his eyes to see her.

My face? That face more like.

Anko's lust refracted from her lighting him up. Eyes half-closed, a vivid flush beneath the dusting of freckles that were only visible at this distance, and… that pout again before her teeth grazed her bottom lip, as her little finger came to rest at the beauty spot on the side of his chin.

"But I thought-" as he pulled away before he relented to that pout and those eyes. A thumb traced his lower lip before he gave her a playful flick of his tongue.

"-you only like them young ones kid?"

Anko dropped her hand as a laugh tore through her, and she buried her face in the crook of his arm.

"What?" He said, as her frame continued to shake. "What's so funny, clown-town?"

"Oh Hatake ," she said softly, finally taking pity on him. "Maybe you should crack that mirror open."

She had been talking about me...?

She had been talking about me!

"You're an idiot Hatake."

But he grinned anyway, as he bathed in sunlight, as Anko laughed at him again. Anko sat up and watched him. But her laughter was fading and something else steeling in as she pouted and a tiny line appeared between her eyebrows.

"Kakashi?"

Kakashi rolled to one side and pushed himself up to face her.

"Yeah?"

And he saw the tip of her little finger again just on her left breast, tracing a familiar shape. Following the path of her same hand she reached out and touched Kakashi in the same spot.

Then a sign leaving her fingertips:

Go?

And he understood - exactly what she wanted. Acknowledging your thoughts and desires and fears, allowing them to manifest from cognition to action as difficult as it was dangerous and frightening. As she waited, he looked at that face again, marveling at the facets that made up this one woman. Who could have guessed that a capacity for sweetness, lived alongside her potty-mouth or her temper and her humor and her fun and a sexual compatibility that he had never experienced before. All those different things she inspired in him. The desire to know everything about her as real as the need to fight her, and kiss her and dom' her and fuck her and to make her laugh. Gently, he took the hand that was resting on his chest and kissed her palm, before he held it to his heart and he gave her a sign back:

Ready. Go.

And Anko smiled… The sun shone and it was the height of summer again, but then a small cloud passed overhead...

Do you think it's going to be that easy for you, Hatake?

"Anko we need rules- I need rules. I've never -"

"And you think I have Hatake?" She asked, softly. "Okay - rules - go."

"Uh-"

Kakashi's insides twisted with jealousy as he thought of Tiger, the nameless stranger, the waiter, the shinobi at the bar and man - even that time with his clone. But shit, if the time for candour wasn't now.

"You can't fuck anybody else."

"As if I'd ever want to," Anko said, shaking her head incredulously, as she rolled her eyes at his foolishness.

"Just say it," he murmured, as he squeezed her hand. "Please."

"I won't fuck anybody else."

"And I won't fuck anybody else." He echoed with a nod. Kakashi closed his eyes struggling to find the words for the other thing.

"And another one..."

Anko tilted her head.

"I need full disclosure. I - don't lie to me."

"Yes - 100%," she said, nodding emphatically. "Full disclosure for you too as well..."

Fine.

"'Kay, I have one for you. Be less -" She opened her eyes wide and then screwed up her face and pulled her limbs into a ball.

"- Constipated?" He deadpanned.

"No," she smirked. "Be less uptight. Say yes more."

Kakashi thought about it comically, stroking his chin and then nodded. Anko burst into a fit of giggles.

"Okay - I really need to go now," Anko said, as she sprang up - far too quick for him to catch again. Her legs slipped away as she padded towards his ensuite, stooping to pick up the bottle of shampoo and she was through the door.

Running his fingers through his hair, as he smelt that intoxicating mix of their mingled scents.

Anko Mitarashi - who knew?

And Kakashi smiled wider than he had ever done before as his heart sang. He heard the water thundering from the shower of his ensuite.

"Well, are you coming in, Hatake?" Anko asked, as she ducked her head out of the bathroom, eyes alive with mischief pulling him out of his reverie.

"Because I think you should-" as she pinched her nose making a face, before sticking her tongue out at him. She shrieked at his expression, and ducked into the bathroom and all he could hear was her laughter.

"Mitarashi - it's on!"

**Author's Note:**

Hope you enjoyed reading.

Feedback welcome!