Contrary to popular belief, it was not Kakashi who stole Sakura's virtue, but rather Sakura who stole her sensei's first kiss.
It was not as though Kakashi was inexperienced, oh he was very very experienced in the matters of rutting, but the deep passionate kisses often written in Icha Icha had always eluded him. For him it wasn't just the revealing of his masked face, it was simply a matte of disgust. The thought of saliva swapping was hair raising for the copy nin, though oddly he had not problem sticking his tongue in other places, not to be politely mentioned.
But with Sakura it was different, everything was different when she was around.
Against other beliefs Sakura was not nearly as seductive as people thought she could be. Perhaps on missions she was different, but the day she kissed him lips to lips, she hadn't sauntered up to him with sly words and wandering hands. She didn't bat her lashed and smile coyly, she just tucked her hair behind her ear and collapsed in a field while on a mission with him. It wasn't dramatic nor worry some, it was just Sakura being lazy.
"Mah Sakura-chan, we have to get going." Kakashi murmured standing over here, there was a new laceration under her eye, blood on her chin, and under her nose. All of his was from some half assed bandits, that attack their camp last night with bombs. And Kakashi would repeat that to anyone who asked, because Sakura was to good to fall to those damn rouges.
"Mmmm," She murmured in response.
Kakashi nudged her with his foot.
She batted him away. "Join me." she offered more than asked.
So he did. His head laid next to hers and his feet in the opposite direction. "Ready now?" Kakashi asked aftre a time.
"No. Can I see your face?"
Kakashi gave a sigh, "why?" he asked deadpanned.
"Because.." Sakura hesitated. "If I told you I loved you would you believe me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Kakashi shrugged. "Why would you love me?"
Sakura shrugged. "Because you wear a mask."
"That is the most twisted logic I've ever heard."
"Does that mean I can see your face now?"
"What would you do if you did?"
Sakura thought for a moment. "I would probably kiss you." Ah there it was the thing that Kakashi ha been avoiding his whole life.
'What if I have fish lips?"
"I think i can deal with that.'
"What about beaver teeth?" There was a tiny desperate not in Kakashi's voice, because it was unavoidable. How could he not kiss Sakura without making her think that he found her repulsive? Because he found her to be quite the opposite, even his body thought so.
"What if I told you i've never been kissed before?'
".. That's cute sensei."
there was a rustling of the grass and Kakshi found himself staring into Sakura's pale face.
He cleared his throat but Sakura's hands were already descending, carefully rolling back the fabric of his mask. He was not, drop dead gorgeous, handsome yes, but not the sex-faced man many believed him to be. He was simply a wan, with thing lips a long nose, and stubble on his sunken cheeks. Sakura was grateful for that.
Their first kiss was not a deep meaningful kiss of the ultimate, most savory love. It was and awkward mashing of the teeth and lips, solid, and simply there. Where Kakashi was tentative Sakura was considerate, all gentle kisses and trailing thumbs and Kakashi's hand slipped to cradle Sakura's head.
It wasn't like Icha Icha, it was real, and that made it all the better.
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