Title: Skylines, Stars and Steeple Chases
Fandom/Community: Naruto / kakasakudrabble
Characters: Kakashi, Sakura
Pairing: KakaSaku
Rating: R
Word of the Week: Blood

Author Notes: All WAFF. (heart) For those who deal with the angst in Picture Trends. This really isn't angst, despite the idea of her covered in blood. The entire time I wrote this I was listening to "Rooftops and Invitations" by Dashboard Confessional. Tell me that not a perfect KakaSaku song and I might have to try to kill you. (snickers)

LEMON! Not very descriptive though—hard to manage that in only 1,000 words. I'll do better once I get to the rest.

My original version of this didn't include showing sex—only the after effects and she was going to be doing a virgin moment of "Wha! WTF? Am I supposed to be bleeding this much!?" But some really nice reviews that I got for Picture Trends made me reconsider my position, as you won't be getting any KakaSaku quality time in there until like Chapter IV or V. I hope you guys enjoy it. (snickers)


Under the cold sheet, where the welcomed touch of skin and skin will meet
Out on the inside where a girls prize is at the tip of your tongue
Where every move and each impulse brings clarity
To stay like this is everything you'll ever need

And she just might get you lost
And she just might leave you torn
But she just might save your soul
If she gets you when she gets you any closer
— "Rooftops and Invitations" by Dashboard Confessional


For having only been in his apartment once before—and she'd been passed out from lack of sleep and over-working herself that time—she easily maneuvered herself around. She walked down the long hallway and into his bathroom, the first door on the right—she'd never been in his bedroom.

She didn't look in the mirror; merely stripped her clothes and deposited them into his hamper. The shower was calling her. She slipped inside without even bothering to take a towel out of the drawer beneath the sink.

The hot water was heavenly.

After washing her body free of the liquid that had congealed on her, she scrubbed roughly at her scalp; trying to remove every remaining portion of crimson that stained her.

It was bad enough, dealing with it during combat. But she couldn't deal with the persistent red, coloring her hands.

Cold hands dropped suddenly, and lingeringly, like ice-cubes on the swell of her hips and she jumped sharply.

He was half undressed—bare-chested, lacking shoes, socks, his hitai-ate but still wearing his jounin pants. Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared, unable to look away. One of his hands lifted from her waist and swept her wet hair away from her face, leaning down and close to her. Her lungs ached from need of oxygen.

"You never answered my question," he murmured softly, both eyes locked in a contest with hers.

Sakura shook her head at his annoying avoidance of the obvious. "I'm naked, in your shower, with you, and you're asking me about some stupid question I don't even remember you asking me?"

He quirked a smile; she barely took the time to notice he had no mask on—she'd only seen him a few times, but every time was different. High cheekbones. Strong, square jaw. Straight nose. "I asked you if you were okay."

Her green eyes blinked away the water that clung to her lashes. "I'm always okay when I'm with you."

Kakashi's hand slid from her temple to her jaw, turned her head sideways and crashed his lips down on hers. She didn't know what do with her hands, but remembered that the head was normally a good place to aim for in any situation; she slid them up his slick arms, and one rested on a shoulder while the other settled at the back of his neck. His tongue slid across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, her own darting hesitantly out to meet his. When they came in contact, his hand dropped from her head and met its companion at her waist.

Fingers tightened and lifted her up; her legs wound around his waist and she hooked her ankles.

She shivered when he pushed her back up against the wall, the severe contrast between hot and cold shaking her.

"I'm clean now, Kakashi," she managed between kisses, breathing hard. Fingers danced against her folds, and she fought the urge to buck against him; managing to merely shake beside his hard form. A bulge pressed against her belly. "Don't make this happen in the bathroom."

He turned the water off with his foot.

Guess I'll get to see the elusive room now.

It wasn't too great—rather bland; she'd have to change that. Bed pressed against the east wall, dresser against the north, closet on the west—along with the glass door to the balcony. His sheets felt good against her wet skin, even better when he hovered barely even an inch above her and pressed kisses to her collarbone.

"You ready?" He'd frozen above her, hand stilling inside of her momentarily as his mismatched eyes watched her closely.

Her lips met his forcefully and she ground against the hand that tortured her. He moaned into her kiss and slowed its pace—he dragged it out; a dance of mouths and tongues and breathing. He pulled back for a second to allow both of them to catch their breaths before returning to their kiss.

With her fully distracted, he slid into her slowly; she gasped at the welcome intrusion.

She was tight. He stilled a minute, allowed her vaginal walls to stretch around him without causing much pain. "As much as I hate to say it," he groaned, "I'm somewhat relieved you're not a virgin. I wouldn't have known what to do with you."

Her eyes closed; mouth agape as she adjusted to the incredibly full feeling it was having him inside her. "A mission," gasped Sakura, unable to lose the breathy voice. "Four years ago."

His eyes darkened.

"I'm going to move now."

She nodded, hands clenching his shoulders tightly as she pursed her lips.

He pulled out swiftly, pausing for a moment, before thrusting gently, but quickly, back inside her. Her walls clenched around him and she gasped his name throatily. "Make me forget, Kakashi," she whispered, voice so soft he could barely hear her, and he pressed his lips to her temple. "Make me forget it." She broke off, whimpering distractingly as his finger pressed against her button.

He increased his tempo; her hips surged forward to meet him thrust for thrust.

She cried out, walls flexing and undulating around him. He stilled, allowing her to ride her high. She shook beneath him, stilling after a few minutes; and then he resumed moving. Piston-like thrusts drove into her at a furious pace; and by the time Kakashi pressed his lips against hers to silence his own vocalization, she arched her back, crying out his name over and over again.

"What do you see, Sakura?" Kakashi murmured, raining kisses across her shining face, spilling inside her.

Arms clutched around his shoulders for support as her body continued to shudder rapidly against his. "I see," she breathed, voice raspy from shouting, interrupted by a chaste kiss to her lips. "I see. . . the stars."

Kakashi smiled as he engaged her again in a tantalizingly slow kiss, conveying his own thoughts. He saw heaven in her too.