Kakashi had a sneaking suspicion that the woman who fell onto the bed with him had, in some sort of indefinable way, the ability to shut down higher brain functions of his, so that when his mouth hungrily took hers with a sensual caress, the red flags and warnings that any seasoned ninja listened too, were all together ignored in lieu of soft lips and desperate need that he hadn't even realized he burned for as his hormones took over.

He was across the room and blinking hard when he realized that in an angry flash of hurt eyes, she had taken a chakra-infused hand and palmed his chest with it, sending him stumbling into his coffee table. Even as he looked up at her, dumfounded, he could tell she needed more convincing, and since full use of his faculties weren't an option, he let himself be guided by his instinctual side, taping into Obito's eye for just a bit of help.

He kept her still, letting it seep in slowly that no, he was not going anywhere, and yes, she had just been caught.

"I don't want your damn pity!" she snapped, then turned to leave and realized that she wasn't going to break his trap anytime soon. Her eyes had momentarily widened in surprise as he stepped forward slowly, as if to test her reaction. They narrowed on him as he approached- a scathing look of contempt on her face.

"Now, now," Kakashi castigated, "we will have no more talk like that." He was upon her now, brushed up against her body as he whispered into her ear. His words fell over her, the low breaths of air bristling the soft tendrils of her neck. "I'm quite certain that 'pity' is just a vicarious word for ones that might be a little harder to for you to recognize."

She swallowed a breath of air.

"Genuine interest," he began to play with the wisps of hairs like a cat pawing at a feather, "would be a better description." He then couldn't seem to help himself and began to take out her hair, brandishing a senbon and a demo tag, one from each side. He held them up at her eye level pedantically, stating with contrived certainty, "this is what makes you interesting." To this she rolled her eyes to brush him off as he dismissed the weapons on the coffee table and returned to her. Her eyes held his as he guided his gloved hands to smooth out the loops of her hair until it lay shiny and flat against her shoulders. Her guard was down just as her hair. She no longer held onto the flimsy excuse for his presence, but with a renewed glisten in her eye held his mismatched captive.

The question was there just as if she had spoken it, clinging to his every move and twist of his wrist through her hair as her soft aroma rang sweet and mellow, clouding more of his awareness. It was the kind of query that was answered in action, not words, and his fascination and satisfaction with her grew at an ever alarming rate.

Ahh, intentions were funny things, born of action and thought in one consonance, its efficacy unrivaled.

Why?

He could hear every cell of her being ask, and Kakashi mused on, touching her hair, her cheeks, as if the only one in on the answer. In truth he was, but he was obstinately convinced that actions speak louder than words and that by showing her, she would ultimately arrive at the same conclusion.

Because he cared.

Yes, absolutely more than he wanted to say or admit. Lust was, after all, an easier out. Kakashi wasn't one for sweet talk. He wasn't one for relationships. Not in his line of work. Hell none of them were. There was no way to ensure that he would be back and that the empty side of the bed wouldn't stay that way long after one of his missions was complete. Every ninja faced those wretched thoughts. The fear of leaving a loved one behind to mourn. He thought of his dear friend Asuma with a sad heart. It wasn't fair. And he had evaded the inevitable for so long now. His future didn't seem so illusive. Not while the prospect of spending the remaining (however long that might be) of it next to her for as long as she would allow. Life, surprisingly, was showing a new path, one that didn't leave him lonely and waking up in the middle of the night without anything more than a sweaty pillow and empty sheets to cling to. Because if she was there with him, he could show her how much she was worth.

"Kakashi?"

He has slipped into his thoughts, his head clouded with his hands stroking through her soft tendrils, aimlessly spacing out through the cathartic motion. He wondered if there wasn't more to the alluring shampoo than just its tantalizing scent. Perhaps some kind of opiate was infused into its shiny mahogany tresses? He pondered this while she sang his name out to call to his attention.

"Hn?" was all he could be bothered to muster as he fingered a distal end between his fingers like a swatch of silk caught agitating between the pads of his fingers.

"Bored with me already?" she accused, and if she were allowed, she would have no doubt crossed those slender arms of hers across her chest to show her distain. As it were, the tone of voice accomplished such a feat with out the motion.

Kakashi resisted the urge to shake some sense into her by way of grasping her shoulders in his hands and rendering blunt trauma until the cerebral part of her brain began to function on somewhat of a cognitive level. Obviously, the jounin with the long shiny brown hair and eyes that captivated him like the embers of a dying fire did not view herself as anything but ordinary.

Slowly, very methodically, he removed her flack jacket and his own, careful to note the intensity of his eyes as he accomplished such a task. He guided her to his bed, and let her fall down on his fluffy pillow as he embraced her. A short jutsu later and all the lights were out, and the moon spilled light through the window overlooking Kakashi's bed, revealing a very confused konoichi and a very pleased Kakashi who was nuzzling her neck as he drifted off to sleep.