Title: Naked Walls of Silk and Skin
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura, Ino, Tenten (Shikamaru, Neji)
Pairing: KakaSaku, NaruHina (Implied ShikaIno and NejiTen)
Rating: R
Word of the Week: Desire

Author Notes: I am growing far more comfortable with "sexy" situations. Why write a huge long dialogue of why they desire each other? Why not just show how much they desire each other. Much easier. . . and funner. (snickers)

Almost done with 1/3 of Picture Trends. I am also finally working on Lightning Strikes. However, recently I was introduced to the wonderful world of NejiTen fanfiction. I'd never specifically looked the pairing up; though Tenten is probably the only person I can even considering pairing with Neji. Life is a wonderful thing. You'll probably see a couple drabbles eventually just for them, too.


"Sakura, chill," Ino whispered heatedly; she stood in front of the mirror, using a senbon to fix the part in her hair. Sakura's head turned slightly to regard her friend.

"You embarrassed yourself, you made a stupid decision, but nobody's holding it against you. I still can't believe you didn't see his face though."

"I know, Ino-chan," Sakura whispered, tugging at the hem of her black dress.

Music started playing, drifting from the reception just getting into full swing. Tenten grinned when she noticed the long-haired shinobi pacing quietly outside the restroom, and slid from the room.

"I can't do this, Ino," she whispered.

Ino offered her a roguish grin when someone yawned boredly outside the restroom. "Sorry, Sakura-chan. You're the one that decided to get smashed."

Sakura stared pathetically after her friend's retreating figure.

She walked into the hall—nobody would forgive her for hiding the girl's restroom all night.

Maybe she could get away with hiding in a dark corner. . .

"Sakura-chan!" She groaned inwardly. Granted, Rock Lee looked a lot better in a tuxedo than he did in a leotard; it didn't help that both were green. "Care to dance?" She hated the look in his eyes. She wondered if she should have felt bad about lying to him constantly.

She shook her head. "Sorry, Lee. Got to get. . . the thing. . ." Smooth, idiot.

Sakura turned and tried to get away from the rest of the crowd. Genma accosted her thrice in the next five minutes, as well as Izumo and Kotetsu.

Maybe the back-room would offer more refuge?

She slipped into darkness quietly—she knew kunoichi wiles would come in handy one day.

A hand grabbed her waist and another pressed a large, cool palm over her face and tugged her deeper into the darkness that the back-room provided. The thick smell of cologne, mixed with his natural, heady smell, was enough to tell her there was no use in fighting against the hands—pine, vanilla and sandalwood all mixed. Her back pressed against the wall as he turned in front of her, head rising.

The breath was knocked from her lungs as fast as if Lee had decided to use one of his taijutsu kicks to her stomach.

Kakashi wasn't wearing his mask.

Kami. . .

She had little chance to reflect on her luck as he kissed her, hand slipping along her throat to tilt her head, slanting his lips against hers fiercely. His other hand rested lazily, drawing circles on her hipbone. Sakura drew in a breath as she resurfaced when he pulled back.

"You better not be drunk this time," he whispered hoarsely. A thumb strokes her cheek gently.

"Uh, not yet?"

"Good."

His lips slid more forcefully against hers, both of his hands at her hips. He lifted her first, then slid her down to sit on his upraised knee; braced against the wall. He tugged her slowly on his leg, until she was pulled flush against him. It happened so quick she wasn't even sure what was going on until his one hand slid underneath the silk of her dress.

"You—!" she hissed, pulling her head back, though she reeled from the heat that pooled in her gut—and in her panties. She hoped he couldn't feel the wetness. She hoped even more it didn't leave a stain on his black dress pants. Another aspect she had failed to take full appreciation of yet: Kakashi in a tuxedo.

He licked at the hollow of her throat. "You've been dancing around me too long," he whispered huskily, biting softly at her neck. Sakura whimpered in the back of her throat, and he smirked against her. "After last night. . ."

Sakura struggled, but only to maintain some sort of pride.

If he continued to handle her, he'd strip every inch of dignity; thus leaving her free of any shame when she jumped him.

"It was just a little kiss, Kakashi," she tried to say, but the words were scrambled as much as her brain.

"Uh-huh, little."

His hand swept against her core and she cried out softly—the music was too loud for anyone to hear them, especially in the dark back-room. "Please, Kakashi. . ."

Kakashi smirked and pressed his lips a little more gently against hers. "Please don't tell me to stop," he whispered, voice almost pleading. "Not after all this. Just—please­—tell me you want it too."

Lights went off behind her eyes as he tilted his leg at an angle, giving his fingers more room to slip beneath her underwear. Sakura tried to repress the moans of pleasure she knew would erupt if she opened her mouth. One finger slipped inside her, and she convulsed slightly, before taking full advantage of her position. He was here, she was here; he was currently fingering her into oblivion. Evidently, this attraction she felt was a little less one-sided than she had previously thought.

"You want me," she whispered, rather surprised despite the situation.

Kakashi swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I think that's a little obvious."

Pressing her lips against his roughly, she closed her eyes and ground against his finger. She'd never thought a finger could feel so good.

"Think anybody will notice if we leave?"

"I think people would rather us not fuck in the back-room."

He added a second finger and scissored them inside her. She suppressed another scream, grinding harder. "Good." He licked the shell of her ear; he curled his fingers beckoningly. His breath was intoxicatingly hot against her skin. "I want you naked, in my bed, writhing and screaming my name when I make you come. You won't be able to walk for a week."

Really, it shouldn't have surprised her—considering his choice of reading material—that he would be the type to talk dirty.

As he jutsued them to his apartment, Sakura was never more thankful of the fact that dresses were so easy-access.