The following evening, Sakura found herself replaying the early part of her visit to the bar—but this time with more of an awareness that eyes would be on her. And sure enough, as Kakashi had said, once she reigned in her anticipation she could see the other patrons clearly.

They were interested in her. Not all of them on a sexual or romantic level, but everyone's curiosity was apparent as she entered and slowly made her way toward the bar. The place was packed to capacity with groups, couples, and singles in seats and standing around the bar area, many huddled closely around a piece of paper that one person held. Sakura guessed that it was a trivia night.

She managed to wedge herself by the wall near the last barstool, and within a few moments managed to wave down one of the bartenders—a male this evening—for a drink.

"Your best stout," she shouted to the bartender, and he signaled he had heard her.

"Make that two, and put it on my tab," a voice said next to her, and she turned her head to see a man who had been a few feet away just minutes ago had made his way to her.

"Thank you," she said simply, giving him what she hoped was a shy smile. She appreciated that he didn't try to choose a drink for her and didn't wait to see if she would reject him. It spoke to a certain level of confidence that she found appealing without tipping into arrogance.

"You're new around here," he commented. "Toshi."

"Sakura."

"Yes, I know. You're the medic."

"Medical director," she corrected.

"Yes, of course, my apologies." The bartender left two beers on the bar space nearest them, and Sakura watched Toshi reach over and grab both. She took the offered stein from him, and they clinked their glasses together and took a drink.

Toshi was probably around her age, maybe a few years older. She didn't recognize him but he had the aura of a shinobi, so she guessed he was a chuunin who worked within a division and rarely had high-ranking missions. The more likely a shinobi was to be injured on the job, the more likely Sakura knew them.

"Which division do you work for?" She voiced her curiosity, and he smirked at her assessment.

"Communications."

"Ah. My apologies—we keep you busy."

He laughed, and she could see him surveying her outfit. She had settled on a mint-green slip dress with a delicate lace overlay, paired with a pair of simple nude heels. She knew the color complimented her hair, though she wasn't sure if all the bright pastels made her seem young and childish.

Based on how Toshi was looking at her, that was not the impression she was giving.

"Were you waiting for someone?" He finally asked, and Sakura took a few moments to consider before answering him. She could lock in the rest of her evening with this man and be perfectly content. He was good looking, easy-going, and openly interested.

"I am," she admitted, hoping her gamble paid off.

Toshi nodded, unsurprised, but didn't step away. Instead, he continued to take swigs of his drink and converse with her for a few more minutes, still friendly but with a few more inches of space between them. Sakura watched him glance to his left, signaling to someone out of her sight.

"My friends have arrived, so I'll wish you a goodnight, Sakura. It was nice talking with you."

"Same, Toshi. Perhaps we can spend more time together another night," she hedged, hoping he might take the opening.

"I'd like that a lot," he agreed, and then they clinked their steins together again in promise for another night, and he stepped into the crowd and left Sakura to a take a slow breath.

There. She could do this. Nothing to it.

Sakura managed to get close enough to the bar to lean against the corner, though she still hadn't managed a seat. She nursed the beer Toshi bought her even when it became too warm, and enjoyed laughing at the excitement of the teams playing trivia. Two other men approached and offered to buy her a drink while she stood there, but she declined them outright. She had her hopes set on one man that night, and if he didn't show she was going to give him hell the next time she saw him.

"Hello Sakura," a delightfully familiar voice murmured beside her ear.

The corners of her lips curled up in a smile before she turned so she could see him. She abandoned the rest of the beer. "You're late, you know."

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully and tilted his face toward the ceiling. "Am I though? You didn't give me a time. And I wanted to give you ample opportunity to enjoy and consider your other prospects for the evening."

"You've been watching, then." She turned to her side so he could slide in beside her and he obliged, slotting himself into the space and leaning slightly against the bartop so their bodies were inches apart and face to face. He leaned in as though he were about to share a secret with her, and she felt heat pool in her abdomen.

"It took me a long time to get rid of the hard on you gave me last night," he murmured instead of admitting or denying he had seen her exchanges with the other men.

"That's your own fault," she returned, mirroring his actions and leaning in for their private conversation. "Did you and your hand enjoy yourselves?"

"Oh no, they didn't get acquainted last night," he clarified. "I saved it all for you."

Fuck.

Doing her best to ignore the flush growing across her cheeks and his confident stare, she pressed on. "And what if I've decided on another one of my prospects?"

"Then you wouldn't still be standing here talking to me."

She hummed noncommittally, though they both knew he was right.

His eyes traveled her body much in the way Toshi's had earlier, but the desire and excitement was intensified with Kakashi's hooded gaze. Behind Kakashi's casual slouch was a powerful man, and that was clearly an attribute that Sakura had always found appealing in a lover.

"You look like a piece of brightly-colored candy in this dress," he told her, though his gaze said something completely different.

"Is this when you quip how you can't wait to unwrap me?"

"No, this is when I tell you seriously that I'm looking forward to tasting you," he replied, his eyes crinkling in mischief, before adding. "…again."

Sakura tilted her head. "Shall we go see what that sharp tongue of yours can do, then?"

"Let's go."

They moved to the door in tandem and exited in the same fashion they had the night before. She turned her head to ask whose apartment they were heading toward when his arm slid firmly along her back and he gripped her hip. She raised her brow in surprise at the open display from him, then felt the familiar swirling wind associated with a body flicker jutsu.

With a gasp, she found herself standing on her porch, Kakashi's hands already making quick work of hiking her dress up her hips and pressing his open, exposed mouth to her neck.

"When did you mark my—"

"Last night when I was leaving," he answered against her skin. "After you fucking came on my leg and then went to bed."

Clearly that had annoyed him, because he pushed her up against the front door with some force. She grunted and pressed back against him, feeling his erection against her lower back.

"Open the door," he demanded, his mouth hot against her pulse point. She began to move her hands in the familiar seals that opened her home, but her attention kept falling to his hand sliding teasingly up her inner thighs.

"I'm try—," she protested, only to dissolve into a moan as he began to play with her nipple with his other hand. Her upper body crumbled against the still closed door, and still he didn't let up.

"Are you going to fuck me out here?" she asked incredulously.

"I will if I have to."

With that promise in mind, Sakura managed to regain her focus to perform the proper hand seals. She reached for the handle and then she was tumbling into her own home, Kakashi's arms and their placement preventing her from falling too far. Behind her, he could hear him chuckle at her expense.

She had barely caught her breath before he was pushing her forward and folding her over the side of her couch, her hands catching before her nose smashed into the cushion.

"Kakas—" she began to protest angrily, but her breath caught her in throat when Kakashi hooked two fingers in her panties and push them aside and then his breath was against her core. She whimpered as she realized he was kneeling between her legs and ready to devour her while she was folded helplessly over the arm of her couch.

"Spread your legs for me," he urged, and he left a small trail of tiny bites on her inner thigh in reward when she complied. The arm of the couch offered a solid and surprisingly pleasant pressure against her abdomen, and Sakura leaned up on her forearms just in time in openly cry out as Kakashi spread her with calloused fingers and begin to lap at her folds.

Distantly, she hoped he had closed her front door.

As he continued, the sounds that were erupting from her body and his mouth were nothing short of obscene and she felt her face flame in embarrassment. She tried to shift her legs a little closer together to see if that helped quiet the noise, but Kakashi wasn't having it.

"Don't get modest now, Sakura," he told her with a playful swat on her outer thigh. "You wanted to know what my tongue could do, and I have every intention of taking up that challenge." And then he buried his face back into her folds like a man with a singular mission, and Sakura was helpless to do anything but moan wantonly into the couch cushion until he'd had his fill of her.

She was nearing the outer edges of an orgasm when he slowed and began to pepper teasing kisses along her outer folds and inner thighs. She whined and tried to push his face back where it was before, but he only laughed at her as he pulled away and moved to stand. She turned her head to glare at him just in time to see him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he was grinning at her, his expression all satisfaction and unchecked desire.

"I think we've come to the part of the evening where I get to 'fuck you properly', as you so eloquently propositioned last night."

She huffed as she pulled herself off of the arm of the couch, annoyed about her almost-orgasm even as her body responded to his statement. She tried to ignore the tremble in her thighs as she took a step toward him. "You didn't buy me a drink this evening," she challenged, reminding him of another part of her proposition.

"You let Toshi buy you one instead. Your loss," he countered, and then he was wrapping his arm around her waist again and pulling her into a kiss, sweeping his tongue along the inside of her mouth to let her taste the proof of how little she cared about a purchased drink. He made quick work of the zipper along the back of her dress, his nimble fingers careful and quick as he removed the pastel dress from her body without ripping the delicate lace.

She stepped out of the garment once it dropped to the floor but otherwise let him lead, enjoying his skill on display as he unclasped her bra with a quick pinch of two fingers and dragged her underwear down her thighs in a way that was nothing short of artful. Every move and touch he offered was calculated but graceful, and Sakura couldn't recall a time she ever felt both safe and excited about the unknown. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would let him without question.

He lead her to her own bedroom, the trail of her clothes and his vest left along the short journey down the hallway. He pressed her onto the bed, face up this time, and she sat up on her elbows to watch appreciatively as he stripped of his own clothes at the foot of her bed. Her fingers itched to trace down his broad, scarred chest and follow the defined muscles of his abs until they settled against his hipbones. And then she would trace the line of light hair that started right below his navel with her tongue until she could lick along the length of his cock and greedily take him in her mouth to enjoy the weight of him against her tongue and the pull of his talented hands in her hair…

She swallowed and closed her eyes against the strong wave of desire that began to engulf her, and she absently began to roll one of her nipples between her fingertips in order to abate the rising need to touch something, even if it was herself.

She opened her eyes again when she felt the bottom of her mattress dip against the weight of its new occupant. She spread her legs in welcome to his presence, and Kakashi crawled up the length of her legs and once again settled his face between her thighs, though this time he seemed content to simply press kisses and suck the delicate skin until he left marks along her inner thighs. When she thought she was going to lose her mind in anticipation, he finally swept his thumb against her clit, circling it in light, tight circles. The callused pad of his thumb, while pleasing, wasn't going to bring her to the brink that she wanted to crest.

"Kakashi, please," she begged, desperate for the earlier pace he had set. It seemed now that he had her hot and bothered, he was planning on taking his time. She tugged at his hair with her right hand, trying to maneuver his mouth away from her inner thigh and where she most wanted him to pay attention to her.

"You know I'm not a man to be rushed," he teasingly scolded, "And if you whine about it, I'm going to go slower." His thumb slid away from her clit to emphasize his point.

She couldn't withhold the whimper that escaped her throat, but bit her lip against further protest.

"That's better," he praised her, and then rewarded the good behavior by sliding his finger between her folds. Suddenly, it was him groaning. "You're so fucking tight."

"Yes," she moaned in half-agreement as she lifted her hips in an attempt to pull him in deeper. He pumped his finger a few times and then he was sliding in a second digit. She pressed her hips against his hand, trying to push for a quicker rhythm, but he simply stayed her hips with his free hand, demanding her submission.

"Patience," he murmured against her thigh, and she could feel the tension in every part of his body that touched her; the word may have been for her benefit, but it was a reminder to both of them. He began slowly scissoring the two fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of her and alternate teasing her clit with his tongue and his thumb.

"I'm ready, I'm ready," she chanted when she couldn't stand to wait any longer, desperate to get him inside her already. He finally seemed satisfied, and with a final swipe of his tongue along her clit he moved to sit up and pulled her hips toward his. Sakura thrusted her hips eagerly, and he laughed and gave her another playful swat, this time against her rear, that left her groaning. Before she could egg him on again he lifted her leg and settled it on his shoulder, and then he angled himself to finally enter her.

She gasped at the intrusion when he finally pressed into her, the slow burn as he pushed inch after inch causing her to clutch the sheets beneath her and resist the urge to lift her hips again to make him move faster. When he was finally fully inside her, he took a long breath and lifted his face to meet her gaze.

"Okay?" He questioned, his thumb drawing soothing circles against her hip in the first tender moment they had shared in this entire exchange. She wanted to wipe it away: She didn't want her doting sensei or the protective Hokage in this moment; she wanted the Kakashi that promised to wreck her.

"Kakashi, please, I need you to fuck me," she whined. "You promised."

He hummed in agreement, and seemingly satisfied that she was ready, he tightened his grip on her hips, slid out to the tip, and then slammed back into her.

"Yes, yes, that's it," she gasped. "Fuck me, I want to feel it."

"Don't worry," he murmured, "you're going to feel it for days after we're done."

He released her hip and she thought he was going to reach between them to touch her again, but then he was grasping her wrist. She watched, mesmerized and curious, as he guided their hands toward where they were connected. He pressed the pads of her two digits to her clit, and finally understanding, she applied the amount of pressure she liked and began to tease the small bundle of nerves.

"That's better," he praised her, leaning forward to press his lips against the shell of her ear. "Play with that pretty clit of yours while I fuck you."

The added stimulation of following his command and her own fingers rubbing against her clit just the way she liked it left her panting and calling out for him to go faster, harder, anything to bring her to release faster.

"Shhh." It was a gentle demand, but he followed it by pressing two fingers against her lips. She opened them obediently and began to suck on the digits when he immediately slid them into her awaiting mouth.

"Can you hear that, Sakura?" She whimpered around his fingers and met his gaze. Even in the dim light of the room, she could see his pupils were as wide as they were the night before when she came against his thighs. "Listen to how wet you are, how good you're taking my cock."

She clenched around him in response and he moaned, pausing his thrusts in what seemed to be an attempt to control himself. After a few beats he growled and began thrusting again, but she could hear from the harshness of his breathing that he was as affected as she was.

She began to lose focus on her assigned tasks as he continued to relentlessly fuck her and her orgasm drew closer. She began to cry out against his fingers until he withdrew them from her mouth and reached between their bodies. He took control of the hand at her clit, pressing his fingers against hers to continue teasing the small nub while she continued to spiral out of control. At the added pressure of their combined fingers, she tipped her head back and began to openly wail, the last of her earlier embarrassment driven out by his attentions.

"That's it, Sakura, come for me," he murmured against her chin, then he was panting against the column of her throat and chanting his approval until she was cumming and trembling around him, her breath stolen from the intensity of it.

He kept the steady pace of his thrusts and their fingers until she cried out in sensitivity, and then he pulled their joined fingers away to give her some relief. Spots were still dancing in front of her eyes but she focused on the now-erratic snap of his hips as he drove into her and the harsh breathing against her neck, enjoying the sensations of his impending release and loss of control. Just when she thought he would cum inside her, he thrust one more time and then completely withdrew from her. She tried not to pout in disappointment as she watched him give one, two quick strokes of his cock with his hand and then cum on the empty sheet beside her.

He collapsed shortly after, his exposed face buried against the cool, clean sheet on the opposite side of her. Sakura laid quietly as they both regained control of their breathing, and then she lowered her hand to the mess of Kakashi's spend on the unoccupied side of her bed. She scooped a bit of his cum up and brought it to her lips, but the desire to revisit the taste after all those years was ruined by its cooling and the aftertaste of fabric. Next time she would have to remember to tell her partner to finish in her mouth.

And now was the part she was very unsure about.

"Did you want to stay?" She asked, sure to keep her voice neutral so he didn't think she was anything more than curious. A stranger she would ask to leave shortly after they were finished, but Kakashi was a trusted and welcome person in her home.

"I'll be on my way in a few minutes," he said instead of answering the question directly.

"Not even if I entice you with a morning blowjob and some breakfast?" They glanced at each other, and she grinned at him to show that she was joking and that things were fine between them.

"I don't do overnights," he explained, then returned her grin. "I don't want anybody falling in love with me. I'll take a raincheck on the blowjob, though."

That made Sakura snort. "Egotistical."

"Experienced," he corrected. "I've been doing this a lot longer than you have."

She relented he was right on that point; she couldn't recall ever seeing Kakashi with a man or woman in anything that resembled a romantic or long-term sexual relationship. He had more than proven he knew what he was doing, and she took note of his indirectly offered advice: no sleepovers unless there's long-term interest from all involved parties.

At ease with the situation again, Sakura flopped onto her stomach and rolled herself against his side to playfully jostle him. "So what should I do next as a single woman?"

Kakashi shrugged, returning her playfulness with a friendly shoulder bump. "Whatever you want. That's the best part of being among the untethered."

"That's very unhelpful," she muttered.

"I think I've helped you enough for one night."

This time it was Sakura who swatted at Kakashi. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

"Oh, I very much enjoyed it," he agreed. "And after you've done some exploring on your own, I'm looking forward to an encore."

Sakura hummed in agreement, understanding. She needed to find her own way around as a single woman; it wouldn't be wise for either of them to fall into a pattern where boundaries could be broken. The last thing she wanted to do was get too comfortable with someone who didn't want to or couldn't reciprocate.

True to his word, Kakashi left a few minutes later and she saw him out without any awkwardness. As she shut the door, a contented fatigue overcame her, and rather than deal with changing her sheets she settled on the couch for a long, satisfying sleep.