Title: We're the Dreams You're Believing
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura, Shikamaru, Genma, (drunk) Ino and Naruto
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, sexuality
Word of the Week: Fantasy

Author Notes: This is basically my bitter "getthefuckoversasuke" rant, and one of my first attempts at writing more sexual things. As I have been promises Alaina to attempt to try lemons. Personally, I like to entertain the idea that Kakashi is a rather demanding lover. He'd be an alpha dog.

When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself
Gomennasai for everything
Gomennasai, I know I let you down
Gomennasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now
"Gomennasai" by t.A.t.U.


The blonde was swinging slightly, mumbling an incoherent song of words that existed only in her alcohol-induced brain. Sakura growled, her best friend leaning heavily on her shoulder as she attempted to help the girl from the bar. Naruto was being supported by Shikamaru. "Fuck, Ino-pig, you get more and more annoying every day."

"This is the last time we let them get drunk," Shikimaru grunted an agreement, as Naruto lolled, drooling on his shoulder.

Sakura wouldn't let herself concur with that.

"You know we can't do that," she murmured, glancing deep into the dark-haired man's eyes, blinking sharply. "They'll be there for us when we decide to get hammered. We take care of each other. Just because they annoy us doesn't mean we can deny them forgetting." Her green eyes grew misty as she wrapped her arms into a better position around Ino, sighing dejectedly. "We all need to forget sometimes."

Shikamaru swallowed sharply, and the woman could see his Adam's apple bob up and down in his throat.

"Shit," Sakura whispered, shortly after they were finally able to meander their way out of the bar, into the cool night air. They stopped in the middle of the darkened street of Konoha, glancing around. "I have no idea where Ino's new apartment is."

"Fuck, I don't either." Sakura almost sat down in the middle of the street, she was so utterly tired and stressed. Shikamaru grunted. "Want to take Naruto home and I'll drop her off at Genma's?"

"Nah, I know where that pervert's house is. She'll probably notice where she's at before Genma even recognizes our chakra signature." The young woman passed in front of Shikamaru, offering him a smile that ghosted across her features before it was gone. She glanced down at Naruto.

"Did you ever think it would be Ino and Naruto who found life in their love?"

She was gone before she could hear what he said. She didn't know if she wanted to.

Pushing past her weariness, she gathered strength in her legs and shot straight up, chakra-induced muscles causing her to spring like a bunny onto the rooftop of one of the complexes. It was awkward, running with Ino leaning heavily on her side, so she took the blonde's arms and held them over her shoulders, letting Ino's chest lay against her back. It was still awkward, but easier to run.

She was surprised that Genma greeted her at the door.

She hesitated for a moment, opening her mouth up and then closing it, blinking up at him; Ino sang another unintelligible song into her ear. For a moment, she drew a complete blank, and had no idea what to say.

The brown-haired jounin crossed his arms and sucked on the senbon in his mouth harder. "She get drunk again?"

"Uh, yea," she managed to stutter, now holding her friend out for the man to take. Ino seemed to recognize where she was at instantaneously; Genma caught her easily enough, wrapping his arms around his young lover.

He chewed his senbon a moment longer, staring at her. "Thanks," he muttered eventually.

"What?"

"I didn't say anything."

"No," she interjected, feeling her anger grow by the moment. "But you were staring at me with that look; the same one Naruto gives me when I won't tell him why I'm upset."

Genma raised an eyebrow. "So you are upset?"

Sakura raised her fist and Genma just leaned against the door jam, Ino curling up against his chest. "I'm just yanking your chain, Sakura-chan," he grinned, then grew quiet. "Have you spoken to Kakashi recently?"

She was taken back by his question. "Not as of late. . ."

"Figured."

Sakura stared as he wrapped an arm around Ino's back and then swung her up and gripped her underneath her knees. "It's not my place to say. Thanks for dropping Ino off." Sakura ended up staring into the cracked green paint of his front door after he slammed it in her face.

'Not my place to say', she thought, leaping to her side apartment. It took her a little longer than normal—she wasn't used to having to come from Genma's general direction—everybody else lived in a different section of Konoha. What does that mean?

She was taken off guard for a moment; the instant she walked into her house, she was pressed up against the door.

Mismatched eyes met her face, and she'd barely managed to spit "Kakashi, god, what the fuck are you—?" out of her mouth before his hand wound its way under her shirt. She hissed when he grabbed a breast and squeezed roughly. His mouth pressed hungrily against hers, tongue forcing past her lips to swipe at her teeth, the roof of her mouth, before sliding slickly against her own tongue. She squeaked when his free hand dipped into her shorts.

Kakashi bit her bottom lip, pulling on it slightly as he stared at her with hazy, desire-filled eyes. "I'm sick of this, Sakura."

"Wh-wha-wha-a-at a-are yo-ou t-tah," was all she managed to say as he used this thumb to push her panties out of the way, thrusting a finger, almost painfully slow, between her folds. It slid into her, suctioned between her nether lips. He curled the finger beckoningly, hitting against a certain spot and causing her to cry out.

"Hot one moment, cold the next," growled Kakashi into her ear, nibbling at the lobe before running his tongue along the shell. Sakura clutched at his shoulders weakly; if he hadn't been pressed up against her, she would have fallen to the floor. "Sasuke's dead, Sakura. He's gone; he's been gone. We're ninja; we don't get fairytale endings.

"Tell me you don't want this and I'll leave."

Sakura blinked up at him, almost unable to form words; her brain was in shambles.

Amidst her almost guttural groans, Kakashi was able to distinguish one quickly-whispered phrase.

Don't leave, god, Kakashi, don't leave me.

He pressed his lips to hers again.