Sakura ended up sleeping well that night despite Kakashi's early exit, and the aftereffects left her relaxed enough to plan her counterattack with patience and care. Kakashi was a target she had to take seriously.
It was the last day of their getaway. The following morning, their team would head back to Konoha and into their respective, busy lives. Sakura knew a hellish schedule awaited her the moment she walked through the gates; and odds were she would leave her nerve on the other side of them.
Which meant it had to be that night.
Seduction hadn't been on her mind when she packed for the trip, but she did have a pair of soft black undergarments. As she put them on and gave herself a cursory glance in the mirror, she thought about the best time to sneak into Kakashi's room: About half the time, he spend his evenings in the hot spring after dinner, and the other half he took up ping-pong against an over-enthusiastic Naruto, followed by a visit to the hot spring. The latter would have her waiting in his room longer, but if she waited elsewhere, he might beat her back to the room.
Getting in his room and hoping ping-pong wasn't in his plans for the evening would be it, then.
It was easy enough to infiltrate Kakashi's room: He brought no guard detail for this trip and the ignorance of Kakashi's status among the locals made additional security unnecessary. Shinobi weren't uncommon to the rural area, but they had chosen the off-season to keep a low profile.
Once secure inside Kakashi's room, Sakura hung her yukata on the inner hook and looked around. As expected, the room was tidy as though vacant; she would've doubted she picked the right room if it weren't for the faint scent of ink and parchment that lingered around Kakashi since he'd become Hokage.
With nothing but her undergarments and time to spare, she pulled out his futon and made up the sheets in the sleeping quarters, intent on being a courteous intruder while she waited for him to find her there.
And waited.
And waited.
Impatience was getting the best of her. She knew even the prolonged routine by now: ping-pong with Naruto after dinner lasted an hour, the walk for thirty, an hour soak, and then he returned to his room. Despite the freedom of vacation, Kakashi was surprisingly punctual with that schedule.
Until tonight. He was forty minutes late from coming back to his room, even if ping-pong or the walk went long.
Worry briefly settled in her gut. But surely she would know if something was amiss at the ryokan. It was small in structure and covered only a few kilometers, far from soundproof, and even the sturdiest walls wouldn't keep out the sounds of a fight. She didn't have quiet teammates.
It took another twenty minutes of waiting to understand Kakashi wasn't going to show up at all. She pouted as she pulled her yukata back on, not bothering to put back his futon. It was clear he knew she was there and would go about the rest of his evening as soon as she exited his space.
She walked slowly back toward her room, the sting of rejection pushing all the anger and adrenaline out of her system. Perhaps the two encounters they'd had were only for her benefit—to tease her in some way. Maybe he still saw her as too young for his serious attention.
She was still considering the thought as she opened the door to her room, ignoring that the light was already turned on. She moved to flick it on, frowned, then glanced around her room.
Kakashi was lounging in the corner chair, looking comfortable in his evening yukata with his feet up on an ottoman and his precious book between his fingers.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, too stunned to formulate another thought.
"You took up residence in my room, so I did the same in yours."
She frowned at the confirmation that he knew she'd been waiting for him. "Why didn't you come into your room?"
"You planned to seduce me as soon as I walked in, didn't you?" He smiled at her, but she couldn't read its intent. Was he mocking her?
"And you're not interested." She resisted the urge to pout and retreat, instead stepping further into the room. If he wanted to reject her, he needed to do it directly.
He hummed noncommittally and placed his book down on the side table as she drew closer. "You can be very logical," he praised, and Sakura felt her face heat, "but sometimes you miss very important details."
She blinked in confusion. "Like what?"
"Like the fact that Sasuke's room and mine share a wall."
Sakura lips parted into a small 'o.' "I guess my room was a better choice then."
"Undoubtedly," he agreed. "But didn't you get what you wanted the other night?"
Her anger resurged. "Of course not!"
Kakashi looked momentarily surprised, then tilted his head to consider her. "Because you want a peek," he guessed.
Sakura wasn't sure which body part he was referencing (Maybe both? All of him?) but the accusation only frustrated her more. She was his medic; she had access to his file and certainly looked after him often enough in an unconscious state that she could have taken a peek to cure any curiosity she had.
But curiosity hadn't driven her any of those times and it didn't then, either. "No, you idiot! Because it's not enjoyable if I'm only—I mean, it was enjoyable," she voiced, embarrassed when her gaze skirted away from him as she said so. "I don't want—It won't be—"
She stopped to sigh, unsure how to verbalize her desire in a way that didn't make her sound inexperienced.
"I want to touch you," was what she finally settled on.
"All right," he agreed, and she was startled at the sudden change. "Close your eyes."
"No," she challenged. She had already felt enough disappointment that evening. If Kakashi wasn't going to buy into this experience wholly, she wanted no part in it. "I don't care what you look like. I also don't want you to only pleasure me, and I want to see what I'm doing."
"Go ahead then." Kakashi tipped his head into his hand, and Sakura wondered if he was calling her bluff.
But she had no intention of backing down. She closed the distance between them and settled on his thighs with a boldness that surprised her. Pushing through her nervousness, she reached tentatively for the mask that covered his face. She kept her gaze on his expression as it revealed a small dimple in his cheek and pink lips when she rolled the fabric down his chin.
"I'm not impressed," she said seriously.
"I'm wounded," he said, the uptick of his lips saying otherwise.
"You're good-looking," she continued. "But I figured that out years ago. Your mask doesn't hide that you have a symmetrical face."
And a sharp jawline. And a straight nose. And lovely cheekbones. And somehow there was no tan line on his face.
"Maa, perhaps I should wait outside the exit of the women's baths to see if any of the other ladies are impressed?" He leaned forward as though he were going to sit up and deposit her on the ground on his way out.
There was no way Sakura was going to let him get away again.
She shoved him back down against the back of the chair. "Stop teasing me."
He chuckled and then reached for her, and she was sure he was going to pull her fully into his lap. Instead, his expression grew serious as he wrapped his fingers around her wrists.
"Be sure, Sakura," he told her. "We can't uncross this line later."
His warning should have raised her temper. She wasn't an idiot and she'd done this with a few other men—she understood how it could complicate professional and personal relationships.
"I'm sure," she replied. The fabric of their yukata was thin, and she could see his growing erection pressing against the cloth. It was far from disappointing. "I know what I want."
His grip on her wrists loosened, allowing her hands to drop near the knot of his sash. She undid the knot with ease and pushed the yukata off his shoulders, letting it pool around their waists as he slipped his arms out. He was still in his black undershirt, and she frowned even as she admired the covered definition of his chest.
She was aroused, and he was clearly aroused, but something felt…off.
"Changing your mind?" Kakashi asked, his expression neutral except for a single brow raised in inquiry.
"No, but—" she met his gaze and pouted. "Something feels different."
Kakashi sat up a bit, his hands securing her as he shifted in the chair. "Your eyes were closed yesterday," he pointed out.
Sakura shook her head, grateful the pause hadn't turned him off. He genuinely seemed as interested as her in answering the question at hand. "That isn't it. I want to see you."
"And you want to touch," Kakashi continued, following her train of thought. He tilted his head to consider her, then leaned close to her ear. She felt his quiet exhale displace a few strands of her hair as she held her breath. Had he figured something out?
"Do you like being told what to do, Sakura-chan?"
It felt as if Kakashi had summoned his chakra and sent it traveling through her entire body. She shivered and closed her eyes, arousal intensifying and doubt ebbing away.
"Oh….oh, that's it."
"I can work with that," Kakashi murmured, and she could feel the curve of his smile against the shell of her ear. "Now be a good girl and take off your clothes."
Sakura scrambled off Kakashi's lap to do as instructed. She untied her own yukata with the same ease she had taken off his, then her undergarments with some shyness. Even though he had probably gotten a good look last night, everything had moved quickly.
This felt like displaying herself for him.
When she glanced up for his approval, she found he had tossed his discarded yukata to the table and pushed the ottoman out of the way. His legs were spread and ready to welcome her back. She took a tentative step forward, then paused when he held up a finger.
"Let me admire you for a few moments."
"You're still teasing me," she pouted as a flush crawled up her neck. Still, she did as she was told and allowed his hooded gaze to travel down her body at his leisure.
"I am," he admitted when his gaze finally recaptured hers, "but I'll stop now. Come here."
He beckoned her with an outreached hand, then pulled her between his legs and finally—finally— fully onto his lap.
"You're beautiful, Sakura," he murmured against her hairline. "I want to watch you ride me."
She whimpered, unable to verbalize a response beyond the physical: heat pooled deliciously between her legs and across her chest, and the only thought she managed was that the rest of Kakashi's clothes had to go immediately. She clawed at his shirt until she found the hem and dragged it upward and over his head. He lifted her with one arm in aid as they both moved to discard his underwear, and then he was finally bare for her to admire as well.
His cock sat hot and hard between them, and Sakura felt giddiness roll through her. Days of anticipation left her desperate to have him inside her. She took a moment to admire his length and girth as she took him in her hand and smeared his precum across his head with her thumb.
Gods, she was going to enjoy this.
"Sakura, wait, you can't be ready—" Kakashi began to protest when she shifted forward and angled him at her entrance, but she was already pressing down for him to sink into her slickness. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes went wide with surprise, then fluttered closed as he moaned.
Her answering moan was swallowed between them when she thread her fingers in his hair and pulled him to her. Their mouths met in a dance of teeth and lips and tongues, Sakura greedily savoring the feeling of him all over her.
Those nosey women could never have this—never have him— because this belonged to her.
It was only after she had thoroughly his mouth that she pressed Kakashi against the back of the chair again, intent on following through with his command.
"Kakashi-sensei," she whispered in what she hoped was seductive as she slowly rolled her hips and lowered her hand to swirl two fingers around her clit, "you feel so good inside me."
And then there was that growl—the same he had let out the other nights—
"Temptress," he hissed, pressing his thumb along her lower lip and then leaning forward to capture it between his teeth. She moaned in response, and when they broke apart, both their gazes dropped to where they were joined.
"How are you so wet already," he growled with what seemed like wonder as he thrust up into her.
"Told you I knew what I wanted." She laughed a little breathlessly as she stilled him with a hand to his stomach; he was allowed to give her commands and praise, but she was in charge of their pace. "Do I feel good for you, Kakashi-sensei?"
"So good," he agreed. "You're riding me so well, Sakura-chan."
His hooded gaze remained intent on her as she continued to ride him, his one hand caressing along her body and sending bolts of pleasure through her while the other rested against her lower back, keeping her close and secure the whole time.
"Let me see you come again," he groaned, more a plea than a command. "I want to feel it this time."
And with that, the spell broke: Sakura whined and hid her face against his neck, no longer able to focus on his words as she chased her orgasm.
"Kakashi, please…ah…please…"
She could distantly hear his answering pants and praise, but the coil in her abdomen tightened with his hold on her waist and her whole body pulsed around him. She gasped when the coil finally snapped, pleasure enveloping her and sending her drifting inward.
She started to come back to reality when she felt him lift her off of him, and she was about to protest—she didn't think he'd even come yet—until she realized he was repositioning, not removing her. She managed to pry her eyes open and watch as he stroked himself between their bodies, his sighs of her name falling against her collarbone until he came against her stomach.
While they sat bonelessly against each other and caught their breath, Sakura tried to regain her bearings. The gentle warmth of post-coital bliss and the safety Kakashi evoked threatened to pull her toward slumber, but she didn't want to seem selfish and childish in the wake of their coupling.
She felt Kakashi shift in the chair—she hoped they hadn't left any stains on it—followed by the softness of his undershirt against her stomach as he wiped away his cum.
Once they were both cleaned off, he let out a huff of laughter that she felt vibrate through their bodies. "You ripped my shirt."
"Did I?" She still felt lightheaded and was grateful when he secured his other hand under her and carried her to her futon. She clung to him, face hidden against his chest while still unsure what to say after seducing him. Her plotting hadn't included the "after" portion. Was he going to leave? Should she ask him to stay, or would an invitation prompt an awkward conversation about roles and responsibilities?
Her anxiety spiral was interrupted when Kakashi poked her side, causing her to squeak out a laugh. He deposited her on the top sheet of the futon and then settled down next to her with zero fanfare.
"Satisfied?" he asked, and she could feel what remained of her nerves fall away. Kakashi was Kakashi, and that wouldn't change even when the dynamic between them sometimes did.
"We could have been doing this the entire time we were here," she pointed out rather than give him the satisfaction of agreement. After all, she was the one who had made all of this possible.
"Consider it a lesson learned," he told her with a chaste kiss to her crown. "Next time, focus on seduction rather than telling lies."
Sakura 'hmmphed' into his chest as she settled against his side, but didn't disagree.