Naruto doesn't belong to me.
He was watching her spar. There was no point in trying to deny it- if he wanted to be subtle about it she wouldn't have noticed. Sakura could feel Kakashi's eyes on her. She could practically feel his want to run rough hands over her muscles, to breath against her neck and press thin lips against every available piece of skin.
It make her legs tremble and her heart to go crazy.
And he knew it.
They both knew it, and perhaps that was why Kakashi was so blatantly ogling her.
Because he knew she couldn't resist the dark look in his eye, the low rumble of his voice, and most importantly the oddly gentle roaming of his hands.
He was her ultimate temptation, her taboo, and her sin.
But mostly he was just hers.
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