CC: Hey everyone! So I know my last update (my entry for the LJ comm) was a little dark and sad, so here's one to make up for it. This little idea just hit me so I ran with it. I'm not too pleased with the ending, my apologies. I think I just lost steam at the end. Hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway. All mistakes are mine as this hasn't been beta read. Reviews are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! - Deni
Kakashi was a solitary man, he always had been. It wasn't that he was anti-social, he could hold a conversation quite well and he knew how to light up a room and put people at ease. Some would say he was charming even. Many people had the misconception that he was lonely, but there's a difference between being lonely and being alone. Kakashi simply liked being alone.
At least he thought so.
There came a day when he realized that he liked having company more than he should and the circumstances made him feel lousy. The day that Sakura came to him with red-rimmed eyes and the fragile look of a girl about to break, but the stubbornness to hold onto the mask of strength, changed everything.
She had confided in him. She felt broken and useless and she had believed that she was past feeling that way.
"The one person that gave me life and I couldn't even save hers," she had said through the sniffles.
She knew that ninja were supposed to suppress emotions, but she didn't know it was possible to feel as numb as she was. It stroke a chord with him, his younger self, and the mistakes that still haunted him poked at his heart. That sort of burden shouldn't have to be shouldered by someone as young and alive as Sakura and he told her so. If she was so numb she wouldn't be here with him, on the verge of tears.
Her heart was beating. She was warm. She could learn to forgive herself because it wasn't her fault. She would smile again because she was very much alive. He had assured her of this. Her breath hitched when he wiped the swelling tears from her eyes. He smiled softly at her and then she shocked him by leaning in and kissing him.
She fought back when he tried to stop her, overpowering him with her monstrous strength and unrelenting kisses until he was responding. When she stopped, it was sudden and she leaned against him, her breath puffing against his shoulder. It took Kakashi a moment to gather his words, but in that time she had already found some.
"My heart's pounding so fast." She had whispered. Her hand rested against his chest. "So is yours." Still collecting her breath she looked up at him. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Oh, did it ever!
With his mask struggling to hold onto his chin, he didn't stop her from pulling it the rest of the way off nor did he resist when she pressed her lips to his again. He even complied when she un-tucked his shirt and tugged it up, exposing lean muscle that bore the proof of how battle worn he was. He sighed, and smiled, and gasped as she touched her lips to each blemish.
He remembered the way she blushed as she revealed herself to him. She told him about her insecurities and he encouraged her, she really had nothing to be so self conscious about. He traced the few scars that marred her otherwise flawless (in his opinion) skin and when he inquired about them, she promised to tell him some other time. He had much to learn about her and she was going to start teaching him that night.
It was after that when he had started to seek her out on his own accord, and not even for sex. He found that he enjoyed walking with her to work, meeting her for tea, and sitting atop the roof of her home to stare up at the sky. They didn't even have to talk. Silence was comfortable and it was in those moments that he felt she accepted him for who he was wholeheartedly.
When he was assigned an extended mission to Kawa, Sakura sent him off properly. He didn't mind that he was a little tired on the trip out.
He had told her that while he was gone she could do whatever she liked. He didn't expect her to wait around for him, she was young and she should live life as happily as she could; experience whatever she'd want to. He was a witness to how fleeting life could be and he didn't want her to hold back on his account.
Her brow had quirked and she looked him straight in the eye. She didn't say anything, she just held his gaze. He had never seen that look in her eyes before. She cast a glance away and sighed.
"Okay. Please, be careful."
He only nodded once and then they shared a brief kiss before he was tossing his bag over his shoulder.
He knew he was only a two-day trek away from Konoha, propped up in the mountainous region between Fire and Sand. There were some nights though when the fog licked the roads and crawled through the grass, yet the sky was so clear and the stars scattered for miles, did he really feel he was much farther away. Sometimes on those nights he felt a little lonely. He didn't like to admit it and he even refused to acknowledge it himself. He had been alone so many other times before, so many other outposts and camps, this wasn't any different. But he'd look upward, still amazed at the sheer number of twinkling lights in the sky, and he'd long for the petite body that usually sat by his side.
He found himself having quite pleasant dreams those nights; dreams of her eyes, and her hair, and her lips. He had dreams of her soft skin and her warm scent and breathing it in and gliding his hands across her. He dreamt of quiet afternoons and cool night winds … harsh pants. Gentle tongue. Wanton cries.
There were some occasions he'd wake in the morning and head straight to the bathing facilities. Whether it was a cold shower - or a nice warm one where those images were still fresh in his mind and he would grit his teeth, biting back the moan that signaled his end - the water still took away the evidence of his desire for her.
There was a day that he and his partner, a newly appointed Jounin named Hoya, were on duty. It was just like every other patrol, just like every other night. They were walking along the border of the village, the tops of the trees lingered just below them and in the darkness it was hard to see the floor of the forest beyond.
Kakashi had stooped down to examine a track in the dirt when they were ambushed. They put up more of a fight than their enemy planned for and managed to make it back to their camp with their lives because of it. Hoya was badly injured and Kakashi was a little worse for wear. The medic that was stationed with them wasn't as gentle as Sakura normally was. She was older, and mean, and considered using her chakra to heal his wounds a waste since they weren't too serious. Sakura would heal even the tiniest scratch if she had the time and the chakra.
Kakashi refused to wince as the medic roughly handled his arm as she wrapped it. She was frank when she spoke to him as well. "If you don't like the way I treat you, then don't get hurt again."
Kakashi went to bed that night hoping the remainder of his stay would pass by quickly. He was missing home. He wasn't even sure if Sakura would be there when he got back, but he hoped that she was.
It was a month later when he trudged through the gates of Konoha. It was late and he was tired. A shower and his own bed called to him and he had every intention of answering. He clicked on the light in his apartment and shivered as she stepped inside. More than three months away from home during the winter with the heater off had left his single bedroom quarters quite frigid. He turned on the heater and cranked it up, listening to it pop and groan as it came alive. At least the shower would be hot and boy, was it!
He wiped the steam from the mirror, feeling refreshed after washing the grime from his travels off. He quickly dried himself off and shaved with a fresh razor and got to dress in his most comfortable pants. Ah, the little things he had missed.
He hesitated in opening the door because he knew it was much warmer shut up in the tiny bathroom. Still, his very own bed was just on the other side and that was reason enough. He practically bounded to the bed and eagerly drew the blankets up around him to stay warm. He turned over to look out of the window. The moon was full and it shone brightly behind passing clouds.
He wondered for a moment, as the bed warmed around him, when he'd see Sakura. It wasn't as if he had been expecting her to be propped up in his bed waiting for him as soon as he opened the door, but it was a nice idea. Of course, the possibility that she wasn't waiting for him at all was always at the back of his mind. He curled up under the blankets, familiarity surrounding him, and drifted off to sleep where he met her.
Small hands delicately danced up his naked torso, a single finger teased the fine silvery hair in the middle of his chest. He was so warm and it was a great comfort. Her lips were turned up in a small smile and her sensual jade orbs were blazing as she stared at him, raking over his body and finally meeting his eye. Her hair was pale in the moonlight and her skin looked like porcelain, but he knew she was nowhere near as fragile.
Supple lips descended upon him, peppering tender kisses along his abdomen , the dip of his hips and up, up along his collarbone and then closing around a nipple. He gasped as teeth gently grazed the pebbled peak before a hot, glorious tongue swirled around it. Her lips traveled up to his neck, where she sucked at his pulse point, nails scratching lovingly at his scalp as she pulled her fingers through his locks.
Then she was gone and he groaned at the loss of her. Fingers wrapped around his stiffening member and he was stroked, teasingly slow, until he was rock hard in her grasp. Wet heat spread down him from the tip; her talented, pliant tongue twirled and worked up and down his shaft and she hummed around him. Sadly, her mouth was gone before he could fully enjoy it.
But it was replaced by a weight settling over his hips. His aching member was pressed to fleshy folds and then past them into the tight, hot paradise that he had been dreaming of. He could hear her sharp breath as she was stretched and accepted all of him. Carefully, as if any sudden movement would jostle him out of his dream, she began to move. It had to be a dream, it was the only explanation for what he was feeling. Somewhere he wondered if perhaps he'd wake to find himself in the makeshift bunk, huddled under tatty blankets and trying to ignore the snores of his roommate.
Her heat fluttered and flared around him, like lava gradually burning him up. Her hands pressed against his chest as she raised herself, her hips circling and rocking. This was perfect, too perfect and his sleepy eyes strained to open.
Gracefully moving atop him was Sakura in all of her glory, naked and confident and smiling down at him. She ground her hips against him and he brought his hands up to squeeze her thighs. He could feel her and this was no dream and he was delighted beyond words.
Her muscles flexed around him and he softly gasped. "Sakura."
She leaned down to touch her lips to his and he brought a hand up to weave into her hair, to hold her there and explore her mouth with his tongue. She had brushed her teeth before coming here and behind the mint was a taste that was undeniably her and he was starved for it. She sighed into him, melted against him. She had missed him so much.
Feeling a need for air, he let her loose and she sat up with a grin and a caress of her hand to his cheek. "I'm glad you're home."
"Me too. I didn't think that-" He hissed as she came down, her muscles squeezing him.
"That what, I wouldn't be here? Silly. I did what I wanted to, I waited for you."
He pushed himself up and wrapped an arm around her. Her arms circled his neck and she looked into his eyes - one charcoal and one crimson, both smoldering. He claimed her lips once again swallowing her moans as she moved against him.
In Kakashi's mind, Sakura was the stuff dreams were made of - he would know, he had plenty of them - and he fully planned on keeping her all to himself. The best kind of dream after all, was one that came true.