Comments: Part 4, wherein more dreams are dreamt. I know I said it'd be a bit before more smutty stuff, but I got this great song called "Drive" by Melissa Ferrick, and it's pretty much one of the sexiest songs I've ever heard. If I were the type to blush at music, this song would make me blush redder than a tomato. As it is, this fic has me blushing quite enough, thankyouverymuch.
Lucid
4 – And take another step into the light that blinds me
The balcony overlooked a good portion of the business quarter of Konoha, and from it Kakashi could see the tops of office buildings, the roofs of houses, and not too far past those the awesome, blank stares of the former Hokages. He stood half-distance between the balcony ledge and a pillar, twirling a kunai idly in one hand and watching the moonlit world prepare for sleep. Something itched at his subconscious with whispers of trees and medicine, but he let it be. He was watching for something, because if he didn't keep an eye out it'd take him by surprise.
Bare arms enclosed his waist, and for the narrowest moment Kakashi considered violence.
"You surprised me." He twirled the kunai again, ignoring the gloved hands moving over his abdomen. The tips of her gloves had been cut off, and she was working her fingers playfully under his vest and shirt.
"Why don't you come to my birthday party?" Sakura whispered against his back. Her fingernails grazed his navel. "It's just a week away. It would make me happy."
He kept his eyes on the village night. His other hand stayed in his pocket. He knew now why he wasn't sure quite what he was doing up here; it was obviously something constructed for the benefit of his libido. Kakashi took in the view, and congratulated his imagination on trying so hard. He also took reassurance that only in his subconscious could she sneak up on him.
"Come to my party," said Sakura, hands inching lower, tickling cloth.
"I can't imagine a stupider thing to do, and you know I'm not stupid, Sakura."
She purred against his neck. She fucking purred. And while she did, her fingers were getting bolder.
"Yes you are, Kakashi-sensei. You're just stupid enough, I think, for this." He hissed, and almost cut off his own thumb when he fumbled his kunai. God, her fucking hands.
"I appreciate the fantastic sales pitch, but the answer is no."
"But Kakashi…" Through the layers of cloth her breasts pressed against his shoulder blades. "I'll probably be out of my work clothes, in my birthday outfit."
"Pigtails and lace?" She pinched him, hard.
"You know what would be fun, Kakashi?" A hot bath. Real sex with people his own age. Beating someone at something, preferably the kind of something that involved pain.
"No. What would be fun, Sakura?"
"If you participated a little."
Enough was fucking enough. Kakashi sent the kunai quivering an inch deep into the balcony ledge, spun around, and shoved the young woman roughly against the rounded pillar behind her. She gasped, startled, and Kakashi didn't need chakra-enhanced senses to tell that her adrenaline was running high and she was unarmed. He loomed his full height, which was still several inches taller than she was, and stared down at her cocked head and breathless, daring expression.
She wasn't afraid of him. Good.
"Kakashi…"
He dropped to his knees in front of her, and pushed her hips flush against the stone pillar. He tugged his mask down, wrapped up her short skirt, and ripped the narrow strap of her panties as if it were a piece of string.
She squeaked in surprise, almost like he imagined the real Sakura might, but her legs opened as smoothly as a book and he pushed two fingers inside her without waiting to discuss it. She moaned, sinking into his hand like water. He let his tongue graze her clit, and enjoyed the way she whimpered his name.
Kakashi took his time with her. She mewled above him, quivering when he hit a place she really liked, and he categorized every whimper in the dark closet of his mind now devoted to Haruno Sakura. Every gasp she gave when he suckled her sensitive little button went straight down his spine into his groin. When he added a third finger she gripped his silver hair and slid a few inches further down the pillar, held up only by the marble and his slick, attentive hands.
"Oh god, Kakashi," she moaned, and he thrust his tongue further inside her.
He wanted Sakura to come, here in the open night air of the village, where any shinobi on a rooftop could see what they were doing. He wanted to know that he had been the one to make her come, with nothing but his hands and his mouth.
Kakashi wanted Sakura to scream until she woke the city, and then he wanted to make her scream again.
"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck," she cried, curling her palms in his hair. "Oh god, Kakashi, Kakashi—"
She screamed.
"Kakashi."
He woke up in a tree.
The caravan to the far border of Fire Country and Wind Country was returning after two weeks, and it was a gray morning forty miles from the Hidden Village of Leaf.
The warm smile of a nameless chuunin medic-nin greeted him, a shadow against the soft dawn glow. The enormous branch beneath Kakashi was rough and his lower back cramped from the uncomfortable angle. Below, two shinobi were waking the camping caravan drivers and in the trees around them he sensed the fifth and sixth members of his team stirring from their watch positions.
"Time to wake up, Boss," said the chuunin. "One more day and we're home."