This is part 1 of 3 of my 'What The Future Holds' drabble, hopefully parts 2 and 3 will be up tomorrow. I apologize now if Kakashi or Sakura seem OOC, but then again this is set into the future and I mean really, I think Sakura and Kakashi together is itself OOC. *shrugs*
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Again, feedback is welcome (and encouraged)! A big thanks to all reviewers and everyone that has favorited, put me on alerts and everything else!

Title: What The Future Holds (part 1)
Pairing: Kakashi and Sakura
Rating: M (for smut - you've been warned)

"I'm home!"

"Sakura, welcome home!"

"Hi mom!"

Sakura's mother was a friendly woman. She was petite with the same jade colored eyes. Her long hair was a deep rose color, nearly red, which she kept pulled back. She had aged well, the only wrinkles she wore consisted of laugh lines and rows feet st the corners of her eyes, evidence of all the smiling she did. She lived a happy life.

Mrs. Haruno came up to Kakashi and hugged him enthusiastically, "And how's my son in law?"

He scratched his cheek, his eye creasing, "I'm well, thank you."

"I never thought Sakura would marry this young, especially not to such a handsome man."

"Mom," Sakura groaned.

"Please honey, leave the man alone or at least offer his a drink first."

"Dad!"

Sakura hugged her father with a warm smile. He was a pleasant man, if not a little stubborn – most likely where Sakura inherited it from. He had put on a little weight in his years and his golden hair had streaks of grey.

"Mr. Haruno, nice to see you again."

"Llike wise Kakashi. Have a seat, I'll get some drinks while we wait on dinner."

Sakura smiled, somehow seeing Kakashi interact with her parents seemed a little surreal. He could be such a different man.

They sat and drnk and soon, they ate dinner. Conversation and drink flowed freely and Sakura was grateful that her parents had accepted him and that nights like these were even capable of happening. She had been worried before, he had been her sensei after all and he was much older – but her parents were happy for her and those things were trivial in their eyes.

"So are you going to show me your room?" Kakashi asked teasingly.

Sakura's cheeks were already pink from the drinks, but they colored even more, "So you can make fun of my decorative tastes when I was thirteen? I don't think so."

Her mother chuckled, "Oh, go ahead, Sakura. I'm going to clean up and put some fresh towels in the bath. Then I'll let you know when it's ready."

"But-"

Kakashi stood and offered his hand, "Oh it can't be that bad, can it?"

She sighed and took his hand, "Fine."

Her father watched after then as they headed upstairs, frowning as he heard her giggle. His wife noticed his expression and playfully smacked him on the arm with a hand towel.

"Don't look like that. Leave them be, they're still considered newly weds you know."

"That's what I'm worried about," he mumbled.

Kakashi shut her bedroom door behind him and pushed in the lock. Her room looked very girly, with a floral pattern along the border of her walls. There was a jewelry box that played a melody, an assortment of pictures and posters on her walls. Her bookshelf held complete collections of manga. Her bed was small, with simple white sheets and a pale pink duvet.

"There, you've seen my room. Happy now?"

"Not quite."

"What?"

"If I look around will I find old love notes written to Sasuke?"

She huffed and turned away from him.

"I didn't really want to see your room. I just wanted to get you a lone," he explained as he came up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his nose behind her ear.

"This is my parents' house, we can't-" she gasped as his hands slid under her shirt, smoothing up her abdomen, grabbing her breasts through the silky material of her bra.

"Kakashi, you-"

he cut her off again, roughly pushing her bra up, taking her nipples between his fingers. He chuckled softly, licking the shell of her ear, "I what?"

"You can't-" she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as he pinched the sensitive buds.

"I can't what?" he whispered challengingly.

She turned her head toward his, he instantly sealed his lips over hers as he continued to massage her breasts ans tweak her nipples. She moaned softly into his mouth when he pressed his hips into her backside, feeling his hard length. Her entire body felt hot and desire built quickly, she could already feel the need to be touched between her thighs, she could already-

He moaned against her before pulling away, one of his hands dipping down to brush the front of her skirt, "I can smell you, how aroused you are," he hissed softly as he pressed himself against her again, "I want to taste you."

"Kakashi, we … we can't-"

"You're right, we don't have enough time."

He slid down the zipper on the side of her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. He hooked his thumbs into her shorts and panties and pushed them down her thighs while she rid herself of her shirt. He guided her to the bed where he bent he rover the edge. His still clothed body felt rough and exciting against her skin. His arm snaked around her waist, his fingers teasing her moist opening. His slick fingers came up to brush against her clit and she gasped loudly.

"Ssh. Careful, you don't want them to hear, do you?"

She pressed her lips tightly together as he rubbed her sensitive nub with firm, quick circles.

She pushed herself back into him, grinding into his erection. His warmth left her for a moment and she peered over her shoulder, watching with lust clouded eyes as he removed his pants, his hard member jutting forth proudly. She subconsciously licked her lips, watching as he stroked himself.

He grinned to himself as he dragged the tip of his cock along her folds, amused by the way she fidgeted in anticipation. He eased himself inside of her, agonizingly slow, firmly holding her hips still when she tried to push into him.

She sighed, content, when he finally was fully inside of her.

"You feel so good," she whispered," her head falling to rest on the bed.

He rocked his hips, setting a steady rhythm and all Sakura could do was succumb to it; in, out and in, out and in, out, and try her hardest to stifle her cries and moans of delight.

Kakashi loved the way she felt, so hot and smooth and tight and he loved the way she looked, her features twisted in a grimace of pleasure, her hands clenching desperately to the sheets. He enjoyed the muffled sounds she made every time he drove himself forward.

His movements came faster, harder and Sakura brought her hand to her mouth, biting on her knuckle to keep from getting louder. Her old bed lightly squeaked in time with their love making.

"Mmm … ngh …."

"Isn't this exciting?" he asked, his husky voice filling her ears, his breath coming out harshly against her cheek.

"Ungh … Ka-kashi ..."

"Watching you trying not to make a sound," he thrust harder into her, "watching your body accept mine," another thrust and he grunted, "it's driving me crazy. I want to hear the sounds you always make for me."

He pulled most of the way out before slamming his body back to hers. Her head came off the bed, a startled, pleasured cry escaping. She bunched up the blankets in front of her and buried her face in them, panting and moaning heavily as he relentlessly drove her toward the edge. He chuckled as another cry escaped her, the blankets could only muffle so much. She gathered some control and lifted her head to give him a dirty look.

He just smiled and leaned forward, his chest flush with her back, "You know I love you."

Sakura's heart skipped a beat at those words. He pulled back, gripping her hips, driving himself into her with abandon. She wanted to drop, hide her face and her moans, she just couldn't. He felt so damn amazing and she craved her release, she was so close … so close … so-

"Kakashi … I'm-!"

"Come for me."

Her jaw dropped and he brought his hand around to clamp over her mouth. The sounds of her moans and cries resonated through his hand, and then her tight heat fluttered and clinched around him. He grit his teeth and one, two, three more thrusts and he came, his mouth opening, silently letting out his own cry of satisfaction.

The hand placed over her mouth slowly let go and smoother over her chin and down her neck. He kissed her cheek gently and pulled himself from her. They lay on her bed, the sweat on their bodies cooling, their breathing returning to normal.

"Sakura! Kakashi!"

Sakura's eyes widened in alarm as she heard her mother's voice.

"The bath is ready if you'd like to clean up!"

Kakashi snickered silently as her cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink, "U-um, okay mom, thanks!"

His silent snicker turned into an audible laugh. She smacked him on the arm, "Shut up!"

When he didn't stop, she pursed her lips out to the side, "Fine, I'm going to take a bath."

She leaned down to pick up her clothes. When she sat back up, Kakashi was sitting up right beside her. He grabbed onto her arm and smoothed back some of her hair with his free hand.

"Kakashi?"

"I really like your parents."

"Good, they like you too."

"They're really nice and they made a beautiful girl."

She blushed but eyed him skeptically.

He was quiet for a moment, pensive, "Do you want to try it?"

"Try what?"

"Having a baby, starting a family – it would be nice to have one."

She was taken back by his question and even more so by the seriousness in his gaze.

He softly caressed the side of her face, down along her jaw and over her bottom lip, "What do you say?"

A smile slowly spread across her features, "Yes."

She leaned in and kissed him softly, but passionately, on the lips.