A/N: Oh, dear God. This chapter took me forever to write, I kept going back and forth and writing different parts of it and such, and I find myself kind of ashamed of it. This is my very first lemon that I've posted to this site... So please don't report me or whatever. :/ I have nearly 6 years of history backed up onto this site, xD.

Also, I know that things seem out of character or perhaps rushed or drawn out too much during different parts. Please don't nitpick, this was the hardest chapter I've written thus far. And don't think that the interesting parts in this fic are over, everything's just beginning!

Please let me know what you thought. You can criticize, just be gentle, all right? -winks-

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Okay, this part is -really- important. So important that I'm trying to update this chapter so you guys can see it. I need help with planning this story, and I need ideas. So if you have any ideas or want to help me work through this or perhaps beta this for me, please message me. Please? :D

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Rhymes of an Hour

Chapter 4 :

One Act

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"T-Tonight?" Sakura sputtered, her heart pounding. "You mean, th-that soon?"

Kakashi shrugged nonchalantly. "Might as well," he replied.

"But..." Sakura chewed the inside of her cheek. Where she should have felt relief at having found someone willing, there was a nagging clenching in her diaphragm that was eating away at her insides just at the thought. Kakashi? Her sensei? Too many things were wrong with this situation. She gazed up shyly at him.

"What's wrong?" Kakashi asked, his eyes narrowing in a slight smirk. "One moment you're 100 percent sure and the next you're completely lost?"

Sakura looked down at her lap in embarrassment. Oh no.. She hadn't expected this. Was this what she thought it was?... She feared the chunk of cheek between her teeth would sever from her mouth entirely, and she dug her nails into her arm.

"I-I don't know if I'm quite ready yet..." She mumbled. Stupid girl! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Inner Sakura raved. You found the guy, now you're suddenly backing out? What the hell is wrong with you? No wonder you're still a virgin!

Kakashi silently watched her, and shrugged. "Well then, if you're that unsure about it... Then perhaps you're just better off waiting," he said finally. "I knew it couldn't be anything that urgent."

"You don't understand," Sakura hissed between her teeth, squeezing her upper arms tightly. "It's urgent to me."

"Then why the hesitation? You're obviously not ready for this."

"That's not true..." she murmured, shaking her head slowly. "I have to be. This is what I wanted - what I needed."

"Obviously not so much," Kakashi muttered, and motioned to stand up, flicking clumps of saturated sand off of his pants. "Well, Sakura, I offered. The rest is up to you. I can understand if it would seem too awkward for you and I, but you seemed to need this so much that I figured it would transcend all of that awkwardness."

"Why would you even offer it?" Sakura growled. "Why? Do you think it's just a joke?"

He shook his head firmly. "No, I don't. And I don't know why I'd offer it. Maybe I just hate seeing you look so sad."

Sakura fell silent, and rested her head in her hands. "Tonight?"

He shrugged. "You're the one who said it was urgent, and an A.S.A.P.-type of situation."

"That's true..." she sighed, and stood up as well, feverishly brushing off all sandy particles from her body. "Where... Where would we... If we were to..."

"Why not your apartment?" Kakashi questioned, resting his hand on his hip.

"M-My apartment?!" Sakura shrieked. She had an image of the two, walking hand in hand into her cramped apartment and entangled in each other's arms while exchanging heated kisses... until one of them would trip over the massive clutter that decorated her living space, causing both to come crashing down to the floor with a loud and painful 'BOOM!' and the possibility of any ensuing sex would be eradicated. She flinched. "Absolutely not," she said sharply. "I would need to spend 3 days cleaning the place just to make sure you wouldn't trip over anything."

"All right, fine," Kakashi exhaled heavily. "I guess we'll just have no other choice but my place."

Sakura nodded. "That'd be best, yes..." In truth, Sakura's heart leaped slightly at the suggestion, and she wasn't quite sure why. She figured she'd owe it to the fact that it seemed more intimate that way - doing it her first time in the elusive Hatake Kakashi's apartment, which she hadn't seen for nearly 4 years.

"Well. Have you decided yet? Shall we?" Kakashi cocked an expectant eyebrow at her.

"Yes," she said quietly, her throat dry from anticipation. "We might as well, yes."

"Good." Kakashi gestured for her to follow him. "Let's go, then."

She followed behind him in his footsteps, feeling much like an infantile lost puppy hopelessly following her owner, and her heart was beating so fast that she could barely feel it. What was she doing? This man was her teacher, her mentor... her superior... And she was going to gamble everything just to sleep with him and obtain her goal of being virginity-free? She swallowed hard, feeling dizzy as his apartment came into view. However, somehow she felt better knowing that it would be with Kakashi, and not anyone else. She couldn't quite place the reason - but Kakashi felt safe. She knew he would never hurt her intentionally; he always put his students first and she knew she could be no exception. But did he want this? The way he was so casually going about this made her wonder, and it made her worry slightly. Had he possibly felt guilt-tripped into it? Oh God...she had laid it on a little too thick, hadn't she? Her chest ached.

They stepped up to the welcome mat placed just at the doorstep, and Sakura watched with mixed emotions as Kakashi easily unlocked the door and pushed it open, motioning for her to enter first. Something about it reminded her of the night he had done the same service to her when she had been too drunk to see straight, and the thought made her chew her lip anxiously. Things would be 10x easier if she had a high blood alcohol level content. So much easier.

She mentally slapped herself. There she had been, parading herself about and desperate to find a guy to barrel his way into her vagina, and now that she had a willing participant she was getting all nervous and hesitant and DESPICABLE! She fought the urge to bash her forehead in with her fist, and she sent Kakashi a small smile as she entered the apartment.

It was dark, no surprise there. The front door clicked shut behind her and Kakashi cleared his throat.

"I'm going to go fix myself a drink. Would you like one?" he offered, unzipping his Jounin vest and hanging it up on the coat rack by the door.

Sakura's heart fluttered in relief. "Yes, please," she practically tripped over the words trying to get them out as quickly as possible.

He shot her a wary look and then tossed his bangs back in one swift motion, heading into the kitchen/dining area in the back of his apartment. He pulled open the refrigerator door and withdrew two large brown bottles, and set them down on the island counter in the center of the room. Sakura wandered over, and pouted with envy at the counter.

"My apartment didn't come with one of those..." She lamented in a grumble.

Kakashi chuckled and opened a nearby cupboard, grabbed two short glasses, and set them on the counter beside the bottles. Immediately he set to work mixing the two alcoholic beverages together in both glasses, then screwed the caps back onto the bottles and gestured for her to grab her glass. Sakura was there in a flash, seizing the glass that looked like it had more, and gulped it down in one shot. Once the burning liquid had settled in her stomach, feeling as though it had set it ablaze, she slammed her glass down and gasped out a request for another drink.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, casually sipping at his own drink, and begrudgingly set to work fixing another one for her. Sakura watched the mixing process anxiously, and snatched the glass up as soon as she could, and downed it quickly once more. She coughed and set the glass down, clutching her throat.

"What is this stuff?" she rasped.

Kakashi smiled. "Only the best drink combo I've ever tasted." He drained his glass slowly, and watched as the buzz obviously began to take over her actions. She leaned against the counter and smiled up at him.

"Thanks," she said sincerely, and drummed her fingernails on the counter, looking around at her surroundings anxiously.

"Would you like another one?" He picked up her glass and held it up to provoke an answer.

"Sure, why not?" She replied with a smile that was only growing loopier by the moment.

While mixing her third drink, Kakashi glanced up at her, a crease between his brows. "Sakura..." He finished, and handed her the drink hesitantly. "I hate to bring this up again, but why on earth would you ever need to lose your virginity so quickly?"

Sakura pursed her lips. "Told you I can't tell. Let's just say it's for... personal reasons." She winked at him.

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "I mean, shouldn't you save it for your future husband or something? You know, a white wedding sort of thing?"

Her eyes widened and she burst into a fit of cackles, the alcohol loosening her up quickly. She slammed her fist down on the counter, causing the fluid in her glass to slosh back and forth in violent waves. Kakashi shot a worried look at the glass, then flicked his eyes up to the tipsy girl before him.

"Really, sensei," she drawled as she calmed down. "Me? I'll never marry anyone."

His eyes remained fixed on her for a few moments before he bothered to respond. "Well, then that's another thing we have in common." He smiled, his eyes crinkling with the effort. "I'll never marry anyone either."

Sakura looked up at him, a tiny lap of relief washing over her abdomen. She felt herself smiling back. "Yeah. We do have that in common..." she mused quietly, looking down at her glass. "But... why not?"

Kakashi tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "'Why not' what?"

"Why not marry? I mean, someday at least. You know?"

His eyes closed momentarily, and he shrugged. "I guess I'm just not the marrying type. I'm too independent to have a family - to have a family you have to be willing to make substantial sacrifices, and that's just something I simply cannot do. Not to mention that any 'wife' of mine would only end up getting hurt in the end. My job is too risky to ensure that I won't have my headband delivered back to my doorstep."

His words weighed on her mind in a strange, almost uncomfortable way as she gulped down her drink quickly. She wiped her lips and extended the glass to him, beckoning for more.

Kakashi eyed her warily, and shook his head briskly. "No can do, Sakura. That's enough of that for you." He snatched the glass from her fingers and set it in the sink along with his own. "You're too much of a lightweight. Any more of this and I'm afraid you'd pass out."

Sakura pouted, feeling an itch settle over her body. What else was there for them to do now? Could it be that she was just looking for an excuse - any excuse, just to stall? She bit down on her lip as if it would quell the thought.

Kakashi brushed off his vest, and looked up at her expectantly. "Well, shouldn't be ought to be heading to my room by now?"

Bile trickled its way up her throat like a tiny geyser, and Sakura swallowed to keep it from reaching her mouth. She tugged at the hem of her shirt shyly, and avoided eye contact. "Y-Yeah, sure... Let's go do that."

Kakashi rounded the counter and began to meander down the short hallway just beyond the kitchen, waving for her to follow him. Sakura stole one last glance at the kitchen where they had made such pleasing efforts at small talk, and reluctantly fell into pace behind him.

He opened a door across from what looked to be a bathroom, and waited for Sakura to enter before himself. "Just make yourself comfortable," he told her.

She squinted around in the darkness, feeling around for his bed, and then promptly sat. The only real source of light in the room was the moonlight spilling in from a window whose curtains hadn't been drawn together completely. It was enough for her to see the light and dark contours of his face as he sauntered over, and took a seat beside her. Her heart was pounding loud enough that she felt embarrassed, thinking it impossible for him to not hear.

Kakashi turned his head and looked down at her, an expression of unmeasurable seriousness hardening his features. "I have a few requirements, before we begin," he relayed coolly. "If you cannot accept those requirements, then I'll have to ask you to leave."

Sakura gulped. "Of course, anything."

"You can't cling to me after this," he said shortly. "You can't expect anything else to come out of this. This is merely me helping my old student, and I know that many virgin girls tend to cling once they're..." He cleared his throat tentatively. "...deflowered. Also, this cannot affect our personal relationship, and lastly, the final requirement is that nobody...." His eyes hardened. "Nobody, not even Naruto, can know."

Right away, Sakura nodded firmly. "Of course. I wouldn't dream of clinging after this - besides, I can't see myself clinging anyway. I'm just not that type of girl."

He watched as she let the words fall quickly from her lips, and gave the slightest of shrugs. "Well, if you accept all of that then I can't see why we shouldn't begin now."

"Right now," Sakura said quietly, as if informing herself.

Her eyes flicked over to the window, with the moonlight spreading over the carpet beneath it, and began to try and will her heartbeat to slow down. In the process, she didn't notice Kakashi removing his shirt, until she heard the slight 'woosh!' of him throwing it aside. Her head snapped over to look at him, and she bit her lip to keep from reacting visibly.

He was flawless. All of those years of relentless training and hard work had made his lean arms and upper body into a perfectly chiseled sight to behold. She felt her mouth water, and subconsciously her fists began to clench. He was so attractive... Her eyes caught sight of the winding ANBU tattoo on his upper left arm, and felt a strange warmth spread all throughout her stomach. So this was the man she had once innocently called 'sensei'. She nearly laughed at the thought.

Kakashi cleared his throat, signaling the end of her staring contest with his body. She looked up and gave a weak smile, and gestured limply to the zipper hanging at the collar of her smock.

"Should I....?" Despite the wetness that had formed in her mouth just moments before, when she attempted to speak her throat felt dry and parched.

He shrugged again. "It's up to you. Whatever you're most comfortable with."

She gave a nod and slowly unzipped the smock, shrugging out of it as she went. She gently set it on the floor at her feet, and began to unzip the shirt she had been wearing beneath. She dragged down the zipper, and was halfway there when she felt the weight of his gaze upon her. She hastily looked up, and saw him watching each move she made intently, his eyes swirling in lust. Her heart fluttered, and she quickly unzipped the rest, letting her shirt join the growing pile at her feet.

At this point, she began to feel slightly exposed. Goosebumps expelled over her skin, and she shivered lightly.

Kakashi laughed huskily, eyeing the apron tied around her waist. "Need any help?"

Sakura chewed her lip, and nodded. "Yeah," she murmured. Immediately, his hands sprung out and seized the hem of her apron, working at the buttons one by one until the apron hung limp around her. He tugged it down roughly, and when his fingers grazed the buttons of her shorts, she felt a dizzying sensation of heat spilling into her groin.

This was wrong. She knew it was wrong. Morally, at least. However, being undressed by this man, the man who had helped her hone her skills as a fledgling kunoichi and had been one of the few responsible adults in her life.... Somehow, it didn't feel as uncomfortable as it should have. It felt strangely the opposite.

Before she knew it, her shorts were hanging around her knees, and she shyly stood up, and let them fall to her ankles, shaking them free. She looked up, and caught his eyes in hers. There she stood, in just her bra and panties. Kakashi hissed softly, and took her hand in his, guiding her to sit down again beside him.

"You're absolutely beautiful," he remarked, voice heavy.

Her face felt hot and flushed, and she smiled a small smile back at him. "A-Are you going to...take off your..." she pointed to his mask. Kakashi tentatively touched his cheek, and smiled.

"I only entrust my face to very certain people," he replied. Sakura felt something inside her shift.

"Oh..." She looked away, and gave a nod of understanding. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement, and glanced back at him. Her eyes widened when she saw him unfastening his mask, and placing it gingerly on his nightstand.

All the breath inside her flew out in one swift motion. He was gorgeous. The way the moonlight kissed the smooth curves of his cheekbones and jaws, and his straight nose... Her head was absolutely reeling. Her eyes traveled down his face slowly, taking in each new sight. His lips were perfectly proportioned, his mouth not too wide and yet not too narrow, and they curved into his chin, and a square, masculine jaw.

"O-Oh...." she whispered, reaching out hesitantly to touch him. Her fingertips fell on the skin of his sculpted cheek, still warm from the contains of his mask, and her lips curved upwards into a genuine smile.

"You're so handsome..." she mumbled.

He smiled at her, causing her heart to pound even faster than she knew it could, to the point that she could barely feel it moving within her chest. "Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded eagerly. "Yes, I'm fine..." She forced herself to tear her eyes away from him, and instead they focused on his pants instead, one of the only garments remaining between the two. He followed her gaze, and smiled lecherously, tugging the pants down and kicking them off. She inhaled sharply, and did her best not to stare.

Seeing him in just his boxers was enough to give her a small heart attack, but seeing him maskless as well seemed enough to ensure death from happiness. She eyed the defined bulge in his boxers nervously, biting the inside of her cheek.

Kakashi reached out and wrapped his lean, toned arms around her, and brought her forward until they were both laying down. Her head nestled into his chest, and she could hear that beneath the surface, he wasn't all that calm either.

"I wonder if this is too awkward for you," he mused softly.

"I-It kind of is," she responded, partially muffled by his chest. "But it's not too bad... and I wouldn't rather do it with any other man."

He looked down at her and smiled, lifting her chin with his thumb and forefinger, and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes sealed shut and she felt as though she were melting into his body, and the only thing keeping them from sinking entirely together was the kiss that connected them. Her lips trembled against his, and she pulled back slowly, savoringly, and cast a shy glance up at him.

He returned the look, eyes filled with a thick lust. "Sakura..." he muttered huskily. "I don't think I can wait much longer."

The words sent a rush of heat to her groin, and her breath hitched. This was amazing. Having someone, especially Konoha's most handsome shinobi, holding her and wanting her and ....wanting to do IT with her.... Her cheeks felt feverish. It was just the most amazing feeling.

She nodded. "All right. Should we... get started?"

He gingerly moved her beside him, and he leaned over her, hand poised over her bra. "I suppose we should. If you're ready?" He glanced up at her and raised an eyebrow.

Inner Sakura was, at this point, dancing around ecstatically within Sakura's head, cackling and pumping her fist. The real Sakura on the other hand, took a shallow, shaky breath, and nodded.

"Yes," she said simply.

That was practically all she had time to say before Kakashi began tugging down the straps to her bra and reaching around her to fiddle with the clasps. He was surprisingly adept, and within a couple moments her bra lay discarded on the floor, and her breasts reacted instantaneously to the contrast of his warm breath over them and the cooler air that surrounded them. She shivered.

"Sen--" She was cut off by the sight of his head diving down over her breast, and the warm pleasure that followed. She gasped, and clawed her way to his hair, running her fingers through it and clinging to him as his tongue bathed over her nipple, sending her head reeling with pleasure.

It was strange. She never knew this was supposed to feel so good, even after all of her anatomical studies. She threw her head back and felt a small sound escape her lips, blushing at how erotic it sounded. But to Kakashi, it only seemed to encourage him, and he reached up with his hand and began to fondle her other breast.

She felt simultaneously humiliated and careless. It felt so raunchy and inappropriate, that all of his acts made her face burn red hot. She hardly noticed that she had begun panting, and that wetness was starting to accumulate between her legs.

Kakashi gently bit down on her nipple, sending her flailing and letting out a sharp cry.

"Sensei!" she gasped. "It-it..."

"Don't call me that," he growled. "Tonight, and every other time you see me from now on, I'll be Kakashi." He released her from his mouth, a smirk tugging the corners of his lips. "Just Kakashi. Wouldn't you say we've crossed the line of 'student' and 'sensei' tonight, Sakura?"

She nodded weakly. Anything, anything to get him to go back to his previous actions. She squirmed beneath him, eager for release. He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"My, don't you look eager?"

Sakura glanced sideways, trying to avoid the heaviness of his gaze. She gave no response.

"Then I suppose we get down to business then, shall we? After all, you claimed this was strictly an 'as soon as possible' situation." His sharingan flickered, and from the corner of her eyes she could see him run his tongue over his lips once. Oh, Kami-sama... his voice alone, and all of the sultriness within it could get her so wet, but the way she could tell he was looking at her... She bit her lip, trying to avoid making another embarrassing sound.

She reached down and slowly began to push her panties down her slender thighs, and flicked her eyes up to watch his response. It looked as though it was excruciatingly painful for him, watching her leisurely remove her panties. He shifted his position over her, and let out a low hiss.

Just as her panties were cresting over the tops of her knees, he snapped his hand over hers and gave a sharp yank, ripping them down to her ankles. Sakura's eyes widened, and all of a sudden his lips were on hers with a bruising intensity, and his tongue was flitting out and trying to prod its way into her mouth.

She had always dreamed of being kissed like this.... She threw her arms around his neck and tugged him down so that he was now practically laying over her, letting out a soft moan.

Kakashi reached up hesitantly, and stroked the side of her cheek, barely grazing the soft skin. Sakura parted her lips and shyly let her tongue begin a gentle wrestle with his and oh, KAMI.... she could feel the sticky wetness between her legs grow more and more and it was driving her insane. With a swift motion she seized his hand and began guiding it south. She longed to be touched there, it felt like she needed to be touched there... She had never, ever in all of her days and hours and minutes and seconds EVER been this aroused before, and it was like her body was finally awakening for the very first time... Like this, this right there with him laying over her and his fingers just touching the naked flesh beneath her belly button.... this was what living truly was.

It came quick and painful when she felt something enter her, and it was enough of a shock to jolt her out of her aroused musings. Immediately, panic set in.

Had he gone in her already? No...no, he was still laying on her, but... She looked up at him in horror, and he smiled easily.

"Haven't you ever been fingered before?" he murmured in amusement.

She shook her head mutely, trying to let her body to adjust to him inside of her. For a couple moments, they stared at each other in silence, waiting for whatever cue was supposed to ignite what would come next.

Kakashi slowly began to withdraw his finger, and Sakura yelped, clawing at his upper arm. "No!" she cried, loud enough to shock both of them.

"K-Keep going," she whispered, and looked up at him unsurely. His lips spread in a grin, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He obliged, letting his finger sink back within her, and he began to slowly pump it in and out of her, watching her face to gauge her reaction.

Sakura inhaled sharply and the initial discomfort she had felt earlier had now almost completely subsided. She bucked her hips slightly, trying to meet each of his small thrusts. Kakashi watched her actions with mild amusement.

"Do you think you're ready, then?" he asked, voice husky and breathless.

She bit back a moan, looking up at him and giving him a small nod. "I think so," she replied quietly.

He quickly pulled his finger out, and examined it with a raised eyebrow. A string of something thick and clear was dangling from his finger, and Sakura felt her heart clench in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'd definitely say you're ready," Kakashi said with a chuckle, wiping his hand off with the edge of his quilt. He then turned his attention to her, giving a sly smile.

Sakura sat up slightly, gulping. "So now we're..."

Kakashi reached and began to pull down his boxers, and it was then that Sakura's heart stopped for a full few seconds in realization. This was it... Everything that had just happened was one thing, but actually seeing the man she had called sensei entirely naked... Something about that made the whole situation entirely different, and more taboo to her. Yet at the same time, it was undeniably enticing. Her eyes greedily followed his movements as he rid himself of his underwear, his forearm obscuring her view.

She became aware that she was now holding her breath, and Kakashi turned to meet her gaze, and chuckled at the sight of seeing her so intently watching him.

"Are you ready to see?" he asked teasingly.

"I think I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be," she breathed.

He made a soft 'hn' in response, and lifted his arm, providing a full view of his... Sakura gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth.

"OHMYGOD!" she squeaked, and leaned in a little closer, reaching out and tentatively extending her fingers in an attempt to touch the sight before her eyes.

Kakashi blinked a few times. "You're a medic-nin, Sakura... Haven't you seen plenty of these?"

"Well, y-yes.. But, they weren't...." She looked up at him and gave a weak smile. "You know... But, uhm..." Her voice suddenly grew very small. "Is it...going to fit inside me?

He gave a small snort and ran his fingers through her hair. "Yes, yes it will. It will just probably be a bit painful at first. Anyway, are you just going to stare at it?"

She dragged her index finger up his length, feeling him shiver beneath her. A low groan escaped his lips, and she gulped, withdrawing her hand. "Sen-- I mean, Kakashi..."

He looked over at her, eyes hooded. "Sakura... I don't think I can wait much longer," he whispered huskily.

Sakura nodded slightly, and laid down beside him. "W-What do I do first?"

He chuckled. "You don't really have to do anything, except try to relax. I do all the work." He lifted himself and climbed over her, pinning her down gently.

She swallowed nervously, gazing up at him. "Okay... So this is, this is it. Right?"

"I guess so," he murmured, the tip of his length grazing her inner thigh, warm and twitching. She shivered, feeling wetness start to pool lightly between her legs.

"How do we....?" she began, eyes akin to a doe caught in the headlights.

"Well..." He leaned down and nipped at her neck, causing her to squeak. "You let me know when, and I put it in. Simple as that."

But it didn't sound that simple.

Sakura nodded. "Okay. I-I'm ready."

"You're sure?" Kakashi propped himself on his elbows, eyeing her.

"Definitely," she replied in a small voice, nodding fervently.

"You won't regret this?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"No..."

"You won't cling to me after this?"

"Of course not. That'd be weird," she said with a giggle. "I'm pretty sure that we'll still be the same comrades."

"But having sex changes everything, Sakura," Kakashi warned her in a low voice.

"I know that," she snapped back. "But it's different for us. I just know it. I can feel it."

He rolled his eyes and raised one shoulder in a tiny shrug. "All right. If you say so." He shifted his weight over her.

"Spread your legs," he instructed.

Sakura did as she was told. "Okay...?"

"This is going to hurt. I don't know how much, but it may be a lot. So try and relax, okay?"

She took a deep breath, held it, and released it. "Okay. Relaxed."

He sat up, kneeling, and took her thighs in each of his hands, and gently pulled her towards him. "Here we go..." he muttered, taking his length in hand and aiming for her entrance.

As much as it would have entranced Sakura to watch, she couldn't bring herself to. She snapped her eyes shut and clenched her fists at her sides, waiting for the moment.

And then it came. A rush of white hot pain that felt like her entire lower half was ripping, and she parted her lips, letting out a weak cry. Her heart was pounding, and tears sprung to the corners of her eyes.

"Relax, Sakura," she heard him say softly.

She squirmed and gave a whine. "I-It hurts...." she whispered hoarsely.

Kakashi lowered himself over her, and wrapped his arms around her. "I know," he said calmly. "But this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

She shrugged, her lip trembling. Exactly what part of this was supposed to be enjoyable? It felt as though whatever it was of his that was inside her simply didn't fit, and like her pelvis was going to explode. There was so much painful pressure... she was wondering if he had torn more than just her hymen.

"Should I... Finish myself off in the bathroom, or something?" Kakashi asked, beginning to lift himself off of her.

Sakura shook her head violently. "No, no... Please... Keep going."

"If it hurts this much for you, though..."

"I'm sure it'll stop hurting soon, right?" She smiled up at him weakly, and he could see her wet eyelashes catching the light.

"Sakura..."

"Please," She insisted, pressing her hips to him and wincing.

"...Fine." He lifted her up slightly, cradling her in his arms while he slowly pulled himself out of her, and then sank back into her. It lasted like this for a few minutes, and she saw him trembling while he struggled to keep it at a slow pace, chewing his lip to keep from all but pounding into her. Somehow, the image brought back a sense of arousal to her, and she noticed that with each slow movement, the pain between her legs dulled more and more, until her arousal completely overtook it.

"Kakashi..." She whispered meekly. "It feels better now..."

The look of relief that washed over his face was enough to make her grin.

"You can... you can go a bit faster now..."

She didn't need to tell him twice. He gripped her tighter, his hands migrating to her hips and he began to buck against her, letting out a few pleasured groans as he went. It still felt sensitive, but the sensitivity brought a sort of pleasure with it, and she found herself holding him tightly, pushing her hips back against his with each thrust.

It was happening fast, and it felt as though the entire world around them had frozen in time.

In some strange way, she pondered as she let out a particularly loud, breathless moan, this is almost.... romantic.

"Sakura, I can't last any longer," Kakashi grunted.

"I-I don't think I can...e-either," Sakura responded. "Go ahead."

She shyly reached down and began to rub herself, bringing herself closer and closer with each of his thrusts. She knew he was going to release soon, and she rubbed quicker and quicker until she let out a shrill cry, and just as he tensed within her, she cried out his name.

The next thing she knew, he was collapsed on top of her, pulsating within her and encased in a layer of sweat. She could feel his heart pounding against hers, and exhaustion began to set in. Her eyes felt heavy, and she was about to fall asleep when he suddenly removed himself from on top of her and the bed, moving towards the bathroom across the hall.

Reality set in. She had just done it... She did it.... With Kakashi. She didn't know which thought led to the tears, but they began to stream down her cheeks promptly. She didn't dare move her lower half, for fear of whatever pain she would feel now that the pleasure and arousal were now completely gone. She wrapped her arms around her torso and squeezed, sniffling.

A few moments later, Kakashi returned, a towel wrapped around his waist. So he must have gone to clean himself off. He sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, hestitant to look at her.

"You can stay the rest of the night, if you'd like."

"Thanks," she whispered, her throat raw and scratchy.

There was an awkward period of silence, until she mustered the courage to speak up again.

"Kakashi..." Saying just his name without being followed by the usual honorific felt like she was speaking a foreign tongue. "Will this... ruin our friendship?"

He glanced over at her quickly, and then back at the wall in front of him. "No," he answered finally. "I won't let it."

Sakura smiled weakly, her cheeks feeling taut from the tears that were drying like plaster against them. "Thank you," she murmured, before she began to drift off.

Kakashi sat there, until he was sure that she was fast asleep, and then he rose, reaching into the drawer of his nearby dresser, and withdrawing a pack of cigarettes. He pulled on a bathrobe and wandered out to the front door, to stand outside. The entire village was sleeping around him, perfectly still. He lit himself a cigarette, and took a long drag, exhaling it along with a sigh.

"I'm going to hell," he muttered to himself.

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A/N: Well, that's the end of this chapter. :/ Please review!