She had been yelling at him for some reason.
He wasn't doing his job…Slacking off…Sleeping?
No. He had been working and she left to greet some guest. She brought the guest to his office and he was gone. All the papers he was supposed to have signed and sorted and put away still scattered over his desk, the top sheets fluttered about like they were caught in a small puff of wind. After profusly apologising to the diplomats from Iron, he sent her on a wild goose chase across the village, only to find him in her home withher daughter. Sitting on the floor, playing with dolls, still in his Hokage robes.
Using her as a small, adorable little shield from her wrath.
She looked at him with malice she saved for the truly despicable.
She sent her baby to her room.
Sarada slowly, drooping her shoulders, sludged out of the room. Turning at the door, looking at him sadly. "Will you come and play with me again? I'm always so happy when you come."
"Buttering him up will not save him. Go. To. Your. Room."
She was gone in a flash. Her door opening, and clicking shut.
He wasn't to his feet before she was on him, seething in quick whispers, about all the responsibilities he was trying to get out of. That he was Hokage and he could not use her daughter against her.
He was slumping, hand behind his neck, shrinking into the wall as she poked him, naming off all the things he wasn't doing at the moment, including possibly starting a war.
He opened his mouth, but she gripped the front of his robes, pulling him into her, jerking him straight.
And then…nothing.
She supposed that he wasn't even stupid enough to start this. But maybe he was clever enough to think that, with her worked up, blood pulsing, her wanting to throttle him into the ground-
Kissing her was the only option.
Or maybe she started the kiss, but when his fingers found her hips, fingers roughly moving up to her waist, her ribs, to her back, pulling her in-
She supposed it didn't really matter, really.
She bit his lip as she roughly shoved him against the wall, making him grunt.
She was on fire.
She pawed at his robes, groaning at their vastness. His left hand left a cold trail as he pulled it out from under her shirt and ripped at his mask, pulling it down and giving her the first proper kiss she'd had in years. Her knees almost buckled as he pulled her against him, propping his leg between her legs, making her quiver.
There was a small gasp that doused her in ice water.
She half-jumped, was half shoved to the other side of the room as her eyes shot to the door frame.
Shining, wide onyx eyes peered in the room. Sakura shoved her rumpled shirt down as she looked from the child to Kakashi, who was flat against the wall, his hands pinned next to his ears by some invisible field.
Sarada caught her mother's eye and dashed away.
Sakura felt her heart hammering in her chest as a door slammed shut and Sakura was left in the room with Kakashi gaping at her.
Pushing the embarrassment down, she smoothed her shirt down, lip curling as she watched Kakashi's eyes follow her hands.
She ignored the churning in her stomach. She ignored how attractive he really was without his mask.
She ignored the desire to bring that quickly fading flush on his face back to full force.
She instead stormed out of the room, pausing at the door, and jabbing a finger in his direction.
"Look what you've done now!"
She went to her daughters room, slamming the door behind her before he could ask 'What, exactly.'
She need some time to think up that one.