This was a drabble I hurriedly wrote for a contest and is obviously not my best work, however, it's my first attempt at writing from a first person perspective and trying to write something AU. It's nothing mind blowing, but I'll post it here anyway.
Just One Night?
I awoke with a start, realizing immediately that I was not lying in my own bed. The sheets were too silky and soft to be mine and smelled different too, woodsy and earthy rather than the floral scent that always clings to everything I wash with my scented fabric softener.
I noticed soon thereafter that I was not alone, for a warm body was pressed behind me, even breath stirring the hairs at the nape of my neck and a long fingered hand splayed possessively over my bare stomach.
Oh god, I was naked under these sheets wasn't I?
Considering I could see my panties hanging haphazardly off a chair across the room, I was going to assume the answer was yes.
I took in my surroundings as the memories came flooding back and felt myself grow warm with embarrassment. How the hell had I let him talk me into sleeping with him? I knew I was gullible and naïve at times but this was on a whole new level. However, I couldn't bring myself to regret it for even a moment.
He had been good in many senses of the word, both in bed and out of it. He was smooth and sophisticated and charming. He knew just what to say to make me laugh and bring down my guard. I wondered if I was really that easy to read of if he had just perfected the art of seducing women. Oh boy, did he ever seduce me! I was lost from the very first kiss, and then his hands were suddenly everywhere at once, making me want things I hadn't even known existed, and his tongue…
I supposed I was getting a little ahead of myself. I needed to figure out what to do next to get out of the precarious situation of winding up in bed with a man I had only just met, but I wanted to think through the back story of what had happened one more time.
This could probably all be blamed on my best friend, Ino. She's absolutely beautiful and standing next to her often makes me feel substandard, but I love her to death anyway. She's taller than me with long blonde hair and an affinity for the color purple, and has the magical ability to draw the attention of every guy in a room, hypnotizing them in seconds so that they'll do anything she asks at the snap of her fingers. I, on the other hand, have a harder time opening up, preferring to stick to reading about other people's far more interesting lives in books. I only command attention when I get angry and explode, causing a scene in public like I am sometimes known to do, or when I do something awkward and unsightly, which, of course, everyone notices. Between the pink hair and annoying tendency to clam up around anything male that hasn't been my friend for a long time, it's no surprise to me that I'm chronically single and haven't had so much as a kiss from a guy, well…at least until last night.
Ino had insisted we go to a party even though she knows parties aren't really my thing. Having just graduated high school, she couldn't wait to get out there and mingle with the older guys she longed for. I suppose she had grown tired of dating men her age and since she had a new toy almost every week, I wouldn't be surprised to hear she had given every man in town a test run and found them all lacking.
The thing about Ino is she's not exactly abstinent, and hasn't been since she was sixteen. I on the other hand am too shy, too scared and too damn horrible at talking to men other than the occasional hurling of insults and knuckle sandwiches to ever get laid, or at least that's what I thought.
The party was relaxed enough, for it seemed it was not only collage aged people but others as well. It was at an apartment complex and while it was practically packed with people, it seemed to be more of a social gathering than a real party, with people hanging out in mostly jeans and T-shirts but certainly nothing fancy which was a relief. I don't think I could have handled being socially awkward and underdressed in denim shorts, a T-shirt and flip flops.
There was drinking but none of the usual unruly behavior that came with ingesting alcohol. Many of the people had already graduated college and were huddled around, talking about lofty ideals that I couldn't really comprehend. Ino mingled immediately, acting every bit the mature adult as she worked her way seamlessly into a conversation with a very attractive man who took the stir stick from his drink and chewed it thoughtfully as she talked. He had brown hair and deeper brown eyes and though he let his eyes wander her form once, they fixed on her face as she talked and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.
I sighed forlornly, finding a chair next to the snack table and resigned myself to munching on tortilla chips the rest of the night, hoping Ino might come back to rescue me sooner rather than later, but knowing her, I would have to forcefully drag her away if I wanted to leave within the next few hours.
People passed by the snack table, coming and going and grabbing handfuls of chips and candy, but they never tried to talk to me, that is until a tall, lanky man sat down in a chair next to me, stretching lazily before frowning.
"Hmm, I thought these chairs would be incredibly comfortable, but it seems I was mistaken."
After a moment of him looking at me expectantly, I realized he wanted me to respond.
"Um…oh," I said lamely. Brilliant. Great way to start a conversation, Sakura.
But instead of rolling his eyes or ignoring me, he smiled. At least, I think he smiled. The bottom half of his face was hidden by a navy blue scarf he had coiled around his neck. It struck me as strange because it wasn't even that cold outside.
"Why did you think the chairs would be comfortable?" I tried again, hoping to have a normal conversation with a new person for once.
His smile deepened, showing in his eyes which I realized were in fact two different colors. One was so dark brown it looked almost black and the other was nearly mahogany, looking more reddish in the current lighting. I had never seen eyes that color before.
"Because you haven't moved an inch from your chair since you first sat down. I assumed it was because these chairs were insanely comfortable, but now I see that isn't the case."
The fact that he had been watching me without my knowing was a little weird, especially since I wasn't use to having attention. Not knowing what to say, a stuffed a handful of tortilla chips in my mouth, but the action only produced a chuckle from him.
"You don't talk much, do you?" he smirked. The action showed in his eyes rather than his face. I was curious as to why he kept himself covered but didn't both to ask.
"No, not usually," I replied through a mouthful of chips, feeling less eloquent by the minute. This guy had actually given me the time of day, and from what I could tell, actually wasn't so bad looking. So why couldn't I stop acting stupid for once?
He offered a hand warmly, and after a moment of staring at it stupidly, I realized he wanted me to shake it.
"Kakashi Hatake," he said. "I'm a friend of Genma's back when we were in college together.
The fact that he had already graduated when I hadn't even started my freshmen year only made me feel even more immature. It didn't help that I offered him my own hand that was covered in residual salt from my chips, like a messy child who didn't know how to clean up after herself.
However, Kakashi didn't seem to mind and shook my hand as I introduced myself shyly.
"Sakura Haruno. I came here with a friend and don't know anybody."
His handshake as warm and strong, his large hand dwarfing mine, but despite his height, he wasn't at all brutish considering his long, lithe body type. It had been the first time in a long time that I had been touched by a man besides a hug from some of my male friends. When his hand dropped mine, I realized my palm was tingling and still awash with the heat of his grip. I tried to ignore the feeling as he continued to look at me, even when my eyes looked away when my shyness got the best of me.
"Sakura…" he pondered, turning my name over as if getting used to it rolling off his tongue.
"It's cheesy, I know," I said, feeling self conscious. "My parents were kinda—"
"It's perfect," he said firmly. "It suits you, especially with your hair. Is that your natural color?"
"Yeah," I sighed, tugging at a short piece absentmindedly. "I hate it."
"Don't," he said sincerely, placing a gentle hand on my arm, nearly making me jump at the contact. "It's quite beautiful and goes well with your eyes. It makes you memorable."
His touch elicited more tingles but he had moved away before I could even register it fully, settling back in his chair to look at me thoughtfully.
I hardly ever got compliments so I didn't really know how to receive them. I didn't really like talking about myself and decided instead to change subjects.
"So you said you were friends with Genma?" I said shyly, hating that I couldn't just relax and talk like a normal person. "Which one is he?"
He pointed at the tall man that was still chatting up Ino, stir stick pocking out the corner of his mouth.
"That's him. This is his apartment."
"Oh," I said. "It figures Ino would talk up the host. She's always expanding her partying network."
"Ino?" Kakashi asked, taking a drink of the beer in his hand. When did that get there? He tugged down his scarf just enough to take a sip, the plastic cup hiding his face until the fabric was back in his place. I kept trying to get a glimpse but it seemed he had mastered keeping his face obscured.
"The friend I came with. It's hard to compete with her when she's so social and pretty. I don't know why she always brings me to these things."
Kakashi looked at Ino for a long time, eyes seeming to appraise her before shifting his focus back to me.
"I like you better," he declared. "I bet you have more substance than she does. She seems like the type that does nothing but flirt, spending all her energy on getting a guy just to dismiss him a few days later."
I opened my mouth to speak but then shut it again. He was dead on in describing her and he hadn't even talked with her.
"And besides," he added, his eyes lighting up in a smile again. "You're more exotic."
I nearly chocked on the chip I was biting into. Exotic? Nobody had ever called me beautiful, much less exotic in my whole life, and this guy had already called me both.
It was another compliment I didn't know how to respond to, so once again I switched the subject off of me.
"So you're a college graduate? What was your major?"
"English," he said before taking another sip of his beer.
English? I had expected psychology or philosophy but not English.
"Oh…" I muttered, dropping my gaze to my salty hands. "So…now what do you do."
"I'm an editor for books," he said casually and I wondered if he knew he was piquing my interest.
"Really? What kind of books?"
I liked reading and wondered if maybe he had worked on something I knew.
"The dirty kind," he grinned, eyes crinkling mischievously. "The company I work for publishes a variety of erotica."
"I…um…that's…" I stuttered, feeling a blush stain my cheeks as I looked up in surprise. Why was I acting like such a baby? Ino had teased me before that anything sex related immediately sent me into hiding like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, and it appeared she was right.
"Not your choice of reading material?" he asked, aware of my blush and clearly amused.
"So what about you then? What do you read? And what are you majoring in? You haven't graduated yet, right?"
"Well…" I began with the uneasy feeling that I was about to totally embarrass myself when he found out how young I was. "I read pretty much anything…except what you do…and I don't know what I'm majoring in yet. I'm considering medical school but that will b a ways off since I'm starting college in the fall."
He looked at me a moment, that calculating look on his face again.
"So, you just graduated high school?"
He sounded a little surprised and for some reason, I was mortified.
"Yeah," I muttered looking away again. "I just graduated this June two months after I turned eighteen."
"I see," he said, seeming to sound even more interested for some reason now that he knew how young I was. "You seem older."
"I get that a lot," I admitted, having heard on numerous occasions that I acted more mature than most people my age, although that didn't stop me from feeling like a foolish child whenever I was around others.
We talked until I forgot to keep looking at the clock on the wall over his head and I found myself actually having a good time. People bustled all around us but I didn't notice any of it. Kakashi seemed sincere and as interested in me as I was in him. He was intellectual but not stuffy or arrogant. I learned that he already had his masters degree and was thirty two, almost double my age, but he didn't seem like it. He had a youthful energy about him like he was still in the midst of his college years but the way he talked about becoming friends with Genma gave him away. He had seen and done too many things to be in his early or mid thirties.
"So, he dragged you to a party just like this?" I smiled, finding it funny that Kakashi had been in my position at one point.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "I would have rather spent the night at home with a book but he would never let me stay in when there was a party. I would go and not talk to anybody at first. In fact, I was a lot like you?"
"Me?" I said incredulously. "But you came up and started talking to me. You were the one that was social."
He shrugged.
"People change," he said, leaning in with his elbows resting comfortably on his knees. "Maybe one day you'll be able to start a conversation or two yourself."
I giggled softly and hoped he was right. It would be nice to not be so socially inept and seeing him gave me hope. He was just about to talk again when someone turned on the stereo, blasting music too loud to talk over without shouting. It appeared the party was about to get a little rowdier after all.
"Wanna go somewhere else?" he said, bringing his mouth close to my ear so I could hear him. His warm breath made me want to shiver and I fought back the temptation as I nodded, gasping softly as he took my hand in his and led me out of the crowded apartment and into the hallway where we could talk normally again.
"My apartment is on the next floor," he said, dropping my hand. "Feel like hanging out a bit longer?"
At mention of his apartment, something inside me warned me not to go. I had only just met this guy and if we were to be alone, nobody would be around to rescue me if I got into trouble.
"Sure," I replied, my mouth speaking without asking my brain permission first and allowed him to lead the way to the stairs.
Talking with him seemed to get easier with every passing minute. He was easygoing and had interesting things to say that fed the fuel of our conversation. Somewhere along the line I had stopped being so concerned about making sure that what I was saying was equally interesting. The more we talked, the more my curiosity about him grew, for why would a seemingly attractive man keep his face covered? I didn't have the courage to ask him just yet, for the subject still seemed taboo after knowing him for such a short time. Instead we talked about school experiences I discovered that he really had been an introvert like me. If meeting Genma was enough to being him out of his shell then maybe there was hope that Ino would finally transform me into a social butterfly, although I personally couldn't see myself as anything but am ugly caterpillar, reluctant to show her true face.
His apartment was on the floor above Genma's and from the place in front of his door, I could actually hear the steady bass thumping through the floorboards.
"Won't the neighbors complain?" I asked as he fished a key out of his pants pocket and unlocked the door.
"Probably," Kakashi chuckled, motioning for her to go inside before stepping in after her and flipping a switch on the wall. "But that's not our problem anymore."
I immediately noticed that, though Genma and Kakashi's apartments were identical floor plans, this one was a lot more spacious, probably because it wasn't filled with people.
The walls were white and furniture was scarce, a sofa, coffee table, and TV occupying the living room that was attached to a small kitchen. A small hallway branched off the other end of the room with one door that she assumed to be a bathroom, and the door at the end which had to be his bedroom. There was one poster on the wall of a beer advertisement that was unusually abstract and artfully done. His kitchen looked clean except for a single plate in the sink and a slightly wilted potted plant sat in the kitchen window.
This was definitely a bachelor pad alright, and though it was clean and quite livable, it felt a little lonely.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Kakashi asked, leaving my side and walking into the kitchen to rummage around in the fridge for another beer.
"No thanks," I said, the awkward feeling suddenly returning as I found myself alone with him in his home. Didn't people always warn against doing things like this? What if he was a psycho or a murderer? He could do anything he wanted with me here and nobody would know. I hadn't even told Ino where I had gone.
Yet somehow, something about Kakashi put me at ease. While he was certainly a little eccentric, I didn't think he was the murdering type.
He returned and motioned for me to sit on the couch. He sat down next to me, just far enough away so that out bodies didn't touch. The upholstery was tan colored and soft like suede and made me want to snuggle into it but I refrained, not wanting to look like a child.
"So, eighteen, huh?" he said, looking at me again with mismatched eyes.
"Yeah, you must think I'm just a baby if you've already graduated with you masters."
Kakashi shook his head, his eyes crinkling with his unseen smile that assured me that wasn't the case.
"No, actually. I would have guessed you to be older. Besides, age is hardly a good attribute to judge a person's character by. If you ask me, age is all relative."
He popped the tab on his can of beer and was about to drink it before seeming to remember something. To my surprise and delight, he unwound the scarf from around his head, revealing a strong jaw line, clear skin and a long scar down his left cheek.
I must have been staring because he smiled, revealing white, even teeth and proving that he was indeed quite handsome.
"Should I take a picture for you?"
His comment snapped me out of my daze and I felt my cheeks heat again, feeling like a stupid girl with a crush.
"No…it's just that…well…you had it covered and it made me curious, so I wanted to see…and…"
He chuckled again, nodding in understanding.
"I have that effect on people I guess. If I were to walk into a room without the scarf, I'm sure people wouldn't give me a second thought, but when my face is covered, people start to take interest."
"Why do you wear it?" I asked as he laid the navy material on the coffee table's glass top.
"Well at first," he said, reaching for his beer again. "It was because of my scar. I was really self conscious about it. But then I started to see how people react to you when your face is covered, especially women, and it kind of fascinated me so I just kept on doing it."
"Oh," I said, thinking that he definitely should have majored in psychology. He seemed to enjoy picking at people's brains.
His apartment was deadly quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft throb of the music from below. He sipped at his beer while I worked up the courage to ask him another question.
"So…how did you get that scar?"
I had expected it to be a sensitive subject but he just smiled again.
"When I was fourteen I loved riding my bike. One day I had a nasty spill and had a head on collision with a sharp rock in the dirt."
For some reason I had imagined the scar to be caused by something more exciting, but the truth completely unraveled the mystery surrounding him and I couldn't help but smile at being fascinated by something so mundane.
"Hoping for a better story?" he said, sensing my amusement.
"Maybe," I giggled. "You could have at least made something up that sounded really cool."
Kakashi chuckled, winking at me mirthfully.
"How do you know that was the truth?"
I couldn't help from laughing out loud, swatting at him playfully, my hands landed against rock solid muscle almost wiping the smile completely off my face. He was so skinny. How was it he was so toned?
"Don't start a fight with me," Kakashi smirked, an expression that looking exceedingly attractive on his features. "I guarantee I'll win. I work out six days a week."
"Wow," I murmured, feeling a little out of shape in comparison considering the only working out I did was walking to the park every now and then to read a book. Thank goodness for good genes and a fast metabolism.
I looked down from his face to realize my hand was still on my chest and I whipped it away as if I had been burned.
"Sorry…I didn't mean…"
My face was starting to heat up again and I knew I must be blushing terribly.
"Sakura," he said gently. "It's fine."
I nodded but didn't say anything, looking at the coffee table as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
"You know, you don't have to be so timid with me," he said, bumping my shoulder lightly with his.
"I know," I sighed, risking a peak at his face to find he was looking at me with a bemused expression. "But I can't help it."
"Apparently not, and it's adorable."
I flushed hotter at his words, certain that he was purposely trying to embarrass me now.
"Sakura, you say you've never read an erotica before?"
The question caught me totally off guard and left me struggling to form a sentence, my mouth opening and closing a few times like a fish out of water.
"O-of course not! Why would I?"
"I'm just curious," Kakashi said, his mouth quirking into another sexy grin. "As to what an innocent little thing like you does to blow off steam."
"W-what?" I stammered, sounding like an idiot as usual, scooting a little further away from him on the sofa..
I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I just couldn't believe I was hearing it. My blush had probably passed the state of red and moved into the purplish side of the color spectrum.
His grin widened at my reaction and he reached out towards me taking my hand in his.
"Come with me," he said softly, coaxing me up from my seat. "There's something I want you to see."
His voice wasn't demanding and the pull on my hand was weak enough that I could have broken out of his grip if I wanted to. He was giving me a choice, and I think that's the only reason I let him lead me down the hall into his bedroom, making one decision after another that could have landed me in a whole lot of trouble.
His bedroom was dark, but one flip of the switch revealed a king sized bed that took up most of the room. It was messy and unmade but gave a sort of charm to the place, betraying that Kakashi actually lived here and used this space. Everywhere else, was books. Three of the four walls had book cases, all filled to overflowing and additional stacks of books were piled around the bed. A small desk and chair occupied one corner but even the desk's surface was cluttered with books.
"Wow," I breathed, awed that anyone could have such an impressive personal library. I immediately forgot all my worries as I drank in the covers in every shape and size, hardback and paperback alike.
Kakashi walked forward and plucked a small, orange book from one of the piles and handed it to me. Its cover was plain and betrayed nothing and there wasn't even a summary on the inside cover.
"Here, you can borrow this. Read it. I think it would be good for someone like you."
A flipped it open to a random page ad began to skim the contents, feeling my blush heat all over again as I found myself reading one of the most graphic sex scenes I had ever laid eyes on.
I closed the book with a snap, probably looking more than a little scandalized but Kakashi just grinned impishly.
"I can tell an innocent girl when I see one," he chuckled. "Read that and educate yourself a bit. Maybe it will help you open up."
I caught on to his pun but didn't find it funny, rolling my eyes at him and trying to will my blush away.
"I'm not reading your written porn. I don't care if you edited it or not," I grumbled, before turning to examine a stack of books closer. It appeared that not all of them were erotica and some actually looked quite interesting.
"For a pervert, you sure do have good tastes in books," I remarked when I noticed he had several books by my favorite author. "Is it ok if I borrow some of these too?"
I heard him walk up behind me as he replied.
"If you do, you'll have to stay in touch so you can give them back. Are you sure you want to keep associating with an old letch like me?"
I straightened and turned around, still holding the orange jacketed vulgarity he had handed me.
"Well…you are a rather interesting letch. I suppose I could stand you a while if it means getting to borrow some books."
I was kidding of course, for although I had only just met him, I actually rather liked Kakashi. He was unlike anyone I had ever met, a refreshing breath of air, and actually had the intellect to carry on a decent conversation that I was willing to partake in.
He smiled again but it was more sincere, the mischief draining out of it and I suddenly realized that he had drawn quite close to me.
"Sakura," he said softly. "I know we don't know each other well and I'm too old for you, but do you think this letch could steal…"
He was bending down towards me.
"…a…"
His hand came to my face gently, cupping my jaw and tilting me toward him.
"…kiss?"
His mismatched eyes were absolutely captivating and before I could stop myself, my lips parted in anticipation, inviting him to claim them.
He read my body language well and leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that was warm and tender and let me tingling all over. This was how I had hoped my first kiss would be, soft and gentle, and though I had never really believed the silly tales about fireworks going off when a woman was kissed, the action did something indescribable to my body, making me very warm low in my belly.
When his lips left mine, I missed them immediately and tried to chase his escaping mouth, rising on tiptoe as he straightened.
"You're amazing," he breathed, apparently liking the contact as much as I had before gently taking the book from my hands and tossing it back onto a pile before enveloping me in his arms and kissing me again.
A tiny sound arose from the back of my throat and probably would have embarrassed me if Kakashi hadn't growled back in a way that sent delightful tingles along my spine. His tongue ran along my bottom lip and I gasped in surprise, giving him the opportunity needed to slip the wet muscle inside my mouth and tangle it with my own.
I was inexperienced in the art of kissing but Kakashi didn't seem to mind, holdng me tight to him as he explored my mouth hungrily. I couldn't believe this was happened. Not the girl who made out with random people she met at parties. That was more Ino's thing, but here I was, in a strange man's room letting him rob me of my fist kiss, and I was loving every moment of it. He was a damn good kisser.
I don't know when he started walking us back towards the bed, but suddenly I was toppling into silky gray sheets with him above me, our mouths never disengaging as he began to run his hands up under the fabric of my shirt, caressing my stomach and ribs.
I knew somewhere in my head that this was probably the worst idea I'd had tonight, but somehow, I couldn't make him stop, my body already hot as it responded to him eagerly as he inched my shirt higher and higher. Perhaps I had been celibate too damn long and my body was trying to tell me it was high time to do something about it.
His mouth pulled away only for a second as my shirt was suddenly over my head, but instead of being mad at him, I just clung to him like my life depended on it, seeking his mouth with increasing desperation as his hands began to wander over me.
He asked permission to remove my bra and I hardly thought about it, nodding breathlessly and thinking he could do whatever he wanted as long as he kept kissing me. And then his mouth was leaving mine and gliding over my neck to suckle at the newly exposed flesh, making me writhe and cry out as I discovered just how sensitive that part of my body was.
He continued his decent, dong away with my shorts and asking if he could strip away my underwear too, fingers playing teasingly in the worn elastic band. I found myself wishing I had worn something sexier to impress him but he didn't seem to care, staring at me with a captivated expression as he slid my panties off my legs and cast them away, drinking me in as if I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
I had never felt so special, so sexy, but I did now as he marveled at my naked form. I knew this was going way to fast but it was so hard to think when I was flushed and feverish and the throb between my legs was nearly painful. I knew I was experiencing lust in the most primal sense, but I couldn't stop it. I found myself wanting this, even if I couldn't justify it.
And then his hands and mouth were on me, touching me everywhere at once and when he dipped his head between my legs, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, squirming and panting and making funny little noises that probably sounded stupid to anyone not caught in the moment. In was licking me there, where nobody should touch and although I half heartedly tried to shoo him away, claiming it was dirty, he would have none of it. It was almost as if he liked my taste, driving me closer and closer to the brink of insanity before finally sitting up and beginning to strip off his own clothes.
I could only watch in breathless adoration as he revealed his body to me, fully aware of what was about to happen but powerless to stop it. He leaned over me, a large hand playing with pink strands as he asked the million dollar question.
"Can I be your first?"
I nodded, not having the words to speak. I knew hewould make it good for me, and even though I barely knew him, I had a feeling that if I didn't take him up on his offer now, it could very well be a very long time before anyone took interest in me like this again.
He pulled out a condom from some unknown place and rolled down over his member, although I couldn't bring myself to watch, too embarrassed to look at his member even if I had just agreed to giving my virginity to him.
He kissed me as he eased inside me, slipping a hand between our bodies to play with my swollen pearl and ease the pain. He felt so big, but maybe that's because I was untouched, but when he began to rock his hips, the discomfort was replaced by the most incredible feeling I'd ever experienced in my life.
He moved slow, but deep, murmuring soothing words against my temple as he filled me again and again. I think I was crying his name but I wasn't sure. All I knew was his body inside mine, his hands and his mouth touching me in ways I couldn't explain, his eyes focused only on me. It was beautiful, magical, and suddenly it was too much and I was spiraling out of control, stars and colors blurring my vision until I couldn't breathe, and then it was over and he was pulling away just long enough to strip off the condom before returning to cover my body with his, cradling my shivering form as he rained down kisses on my face.
I clung to him until my heart stopped racing and I caught my breath again and he rolled us onto our sides.
"Sakura, you are amazing," he murmured against my ear and I hummed a sleeping reply, although I'm not sure what I said.
His arms were around me, warm and strong and as he pulled the covers up over us, I remembered thinking that maybe I should call Ino and let her know where I was, but then I was asleep and didn't have another conscious thought until awaking, still entangled in Kakashi's arms.
And now I was back where I had started with the dilemma of what to do now. I had been seduced out of my virginity and was now butt naked, tangled up with a thirty two year old man. Ino was going to flip when I told her! I was thinking about grabbing my phone and apologizing for not letting her know where I was but before I got very far, a husky voice whispered in my ear as the hand on my stomach began to stroke my skin with light touches.
"Good morning," he rasped and I couldn't help but smile. It felt so good to be the center of someone's world, even if this was just a temporary thing. I wasn't so naïve as to think this would last much longer.
"Hi," I whispered back, not sure how to go about gathering my clothes. It was so nice and warm in his bed that I didn't want to leave, and when he tugged me closer, I figured he didn't want me to go either.
"How does it feel, officially being a woman now, I mean?" he whispered against my neck as his hand dipped low to play with the pink curls at the apex of my thighs.
It was a weird thought to no longer be a virgin and I told him so. He apologized for being unable to control himself but I told him it was ok…which it was. I had wanted it badly and he had made my first time worthy of all the hype sex always got. My only regret was that after I left this apartment, it would probably never happen again."
"Listen, Sakura," he began, and I braced myself for it, for the explanation that this was a one night stand and that it was time for me to go, but what came out of his mouth was totally different.
"I know I'm kind of doing this out of order, and I know I must seem like an old man, but I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime. You're an interesting person Sakura. I really want to get to know you better."
The words were something out of a fairy tale and so unbelievable that I twisted in his arms to look at him.
"Are you serious?"
He looked wounded for a moment but the wiped the look away.
"If you just wanted a good time and a man who could introduce you to sex, that's fine, but if you'll give me another shot at actually talking instead of losing myself and ravaging you, then I would be very honored."
"I…I would like that," I stammered, eyes full of surprise as he smiled and pulled me close for a moment, chin resting on the top of my head. I could feel his defined muscles pressing against me and felt warmth pulse through me again. In all actuality, I was expecting to wake up from this dream any second.
"We could both use a shower," he said, releasing me and rolling onto his back before turning to look at me with that familiar smirk. "Wanna join me?"
"Ok," I smiled nervously as he tossed off his covered and rose, heading towards the bathroom, not at all ashamed of his nakedness and this time, I allowed myself to peek and was not disappointed with what I saw.
"I'll be there in a sec," I called as I heard him crank on the water in the bathroom. Quickly I hoped out of bed and crabbed my phone out of my shorts pocket to text Ino. She was not going to believe what had happened.