They stumbled through the door, hurried kisses punctuating their movements as they climbed the stairs to his apartment. Kakashi's hand was warm against the small of her back, guiding her forward even as their lips barely parted. By the time they reached his door, Sakura's breath was short, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her head spun in a dizzy haze of want and anticipation.

Don't think.

Kakashi didn't bother switching on the lights. It made no difference, all she wanted to focus on was the way his hands framed her face, the rough pads of his fingers brushing her skin, and the way his kisses deepened with every passing second. This—this was how she had always dreamed of being kissed. With abandon, as though the rest of the world ceased to exist. With devotion, every touch and pull of his lips against hers saying things words could not.

And with a mounting frenzy, because her own restraint was unraveling. Fast. But as the intensity and urgency grew, so did the familiar, creeping fear. The fear that she, who had always been the best at everything—who had trained tirelessly, studied relentlessly, and mastered the art of healing like only very few ever would—was utterly clueless about this. About what to do, how to move, how to feel without second-guessing herself.

Her mind raced with doubts, memories of all the knowledge she'd gleaned from books and offhand remarks from friends, the idle fantasies she'd spun in her own mind. None of it seemed adequate now, not in the face of this overwhelming reality. A demanding warmth spread through her, but so did the silent terror that she would mess it up, say something awkward, or stumble into doing the wrong thing.

Don't think!

And so she kept her lips moving against his, trying not to falter, trying to meet his rhythm without giving away the uncertainty bubbling beneath her skin. She dared not say anything, dared not break the spell. She was falling—into him, into this—and she could only hope she didn't ruin it along the way.

Of course he realized.

"Second thoughts?" Kakashi whispered, his voice a low rasp. They had paused just inside his bedroom, the space dimly lit with moonlight and charged with anticipation.

"N…no," she stammered. Before she could overthink her answer—or worse, overthink everything—her hands moved to his trousers. But, damn it, why did they have to be secured with such a frustratingly complicated belt? It was like the thing was designed to test her competence at the worst possible moment. Her fingers fumbled, tugging in vain, and the more she tried, the more the stupid buckle seemed to mock her.

Kakashi let out a breathless laugh, his hand gently covering hers. "Slow down," he murmured, his tone tinged with amusement. "Sakura, relax."

She looked up at him, her cheeks burning, and met his gaze—soft, steady, and infinitely patient. "I… I just…" she started, biting her lip, but words failed her.

"You don't have to rush," he said, his free hand brushing her cheek with a tenderness that made her breath catch and her heart ache. "We have time."

Did they? A tiny, frantic voice in Sakura's head reminded her they were leaving in the morning. She didn't even have her things with her, and there was so much to prepare. Panic threatened to bubble up again.

"I haven't…" she started, her voice faltering as she grappled for an excuse, something to stall. "I haven't showered."

Kakashi's lips quirked into a lopsided smile. "Neither have I," he replied smoothly, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle her ear. "We can shower together afterwards."

Her face burned hotter, her hands freezing mid-air where they'd been attempting another go at his belt. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out, only a tiny, flustered noise that made his grin widen.

"You're overthinking," he murmured, and there was no judgment in his tone, only the quiet reassurance she had come to cherish so much over the years. "Let me help with that."

With deliberate slowness, Kakashi took her hand and guided it, making quick work of the infuriating belt himself before letting it drop to the floor with a soft thunk.

"Better?" he asked, his voice low and warm.

Sakura exhaled shakily. "Should I…?" she ventured, gesturing towards him in a vague motion that could mean pretty much anything.

Kakashi's lips twitched into a smirk. "I can show you how quickly I can undress, if that helps," he quipped lightly.

Before she could reply, he moved with startling efficiency. In the blink of an eye, his clothes hit the floor, leaving him standing unabashedly before her in the nude.

"A soldier's skill," Kakashi added with a wink.

Sakura blinked, her mind scrambling to process the glory before her as heat flushed her face from her collarbones to the tips of her ears. Kakashi's body was a testament to years of discipline and strength, honed to perfection through a life of relentless training and battle. His broad shoulders tapered into a lean, muscled frame, every inch of him sculpted with a quiet elegance that spoke of both power and grace, from the hollow of his collarbone to the subtle V-shape at his hips.

The moonlight streaming through the window cast a silver sheen across his skin, emphasizing the ridges of his abdomen and the defined curve of his arms. Scars criss crossed his torso, souvenirs from battles and countless missions, a visual narrative of a life lived with purpose, resilience, and resolve.

Sakura sucked in her breath when she allowed her eyes to take in the length of his arousal, the tell-tale signal that this gorgeous, powerful man wanted her. She took a tentative step forward, reaching for his flesh while closing her eyes. He sucked in a sharp breath when her hand gripped him. She marveled at the combined smoothness, hardness, and hotness she held just as his hands sneaked beneath her shirt and rather skillfully opened the clasps of her bra.

Her breasts, Sakura knew, were pathetic, barely even there, but if he had any complaints about that, it didn't stop him from filling his hands with both of them and rubbing her nipples between thumbs and index fingers.

"Oh," she moaned as a bolt of pure lust hit her between the legs.

"I want to see all of you," he murmured. His fingers found the hem of her shirt, and when she released him and raised her arms in consent, he pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, then made quick work of her trousers and finally, with careful hands, eased her panties away.

"Ah," he sighed, his eyes drinking her in. "You're stunning," he murmured. "Absolutely stunning."

She wasn't sure whether that was true, but she didn't think it was a good time to question him. There was nothing that could stop her at this point, not even her insecurities. She could actually smell her own, musky scent from the extra generous amount of moisture between her legs.

I really, really want to fuck him, Sakura realized, feeling both shocked and even more turned on by her lewd thoughts.

He took her hand and pulled her with him onto the bed.

It became an urgent need in her mind—to get this over with. Sakura tugged at Kakashi, attempting to roll him on top of her, but to her frustration, he resisted. Undeterred, she pulled at him again, this time more forcefully. He huffed indignantly but still held his ground.

Then, without warning, he zapped her with a tiny surge of chakra. The sensation, sharp and startling, froze her completely.

"Did you just—?" she managed, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

Kakashi grinned, his face a perfect blend of mischief and satisfaction as he settled onto his side, propped up on one elbow, gazing down at her. "I did," he replied. "Thought I'd get your attention."

She blinked at him, still processing what had just happened. The faint hum of residual energy lingered in her body, far from unpleasant. "You can't just zap people like that," she protested weakly, though actually, perhaps she wouldn't mind if he did it again.

"Worked, didn't it?" His smirk widened, and he leaned in to gently brush a stray strand of her pink hair behind her ear. His tone softened as he met her eyes. "Sakura, this isn't something to rush through. It's not a mission, and there's no clock ticking. Why not make it something worth remembering?"

She hesitated, biting her lip as she looked away. "I just… I don't know how," she admitted, the words tumbling out in a mix of frustration and quiet shame, and she could have beat herself up for saying it out loud, but was suddenly glad she had.

"Wait. You're not…" He hesitated, searching her face. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"What?!" Sakura protested, mortified he would come to that conclusion. "Of course not!"

He raised a hand in a quick gesture of surrender. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to offend. But… hm, I'd say this calls for me to take up the teacher-role once more."

Sakura gasped. By the gods, this was kinky and hot and embarrassing and… exactly what she needed.

"Teach me, Sensei," she managed to say and the smirk disappeared from his face in an instant, leaving only intense, smoldering heat.

"Very well, then," Kakashi leaned in close, his voice a low, velvety rumble. "Lesson one," he murmured, his fingers brushing over her cheek and trailing down her neck, "is to stop worrying about what you think you should know and let yourself feel."

Sakura shivered under his touch, her breath catching as his hand continued its journey, tracing the curve of her collarbone. His lips followed, leaving a trail of warmth as they pressed soft kisses to her skin. "Like this," he said, his voice like a caress, "if you feel it here…" His thumb grazed a spot beneath her jaw that sent a delightful shiver through her. "Tell me."

"I feel it," she whispered, her voice breathy, and Kakashi hummed with satisfaction.

"Good," he said, moving lower. His hands slid down to her sides, his thumbs circling the soft flesh of her waist. "Lesson two: let go of hesitation. If it feels good, let it show."

His lips brushed the swell of her chest, and Sakura's breath hitched audibly. She caught his eyes, and he gave her an encouraging smile, his hand moving to cradle her breast, his thumb brushing her sensitive nipple. "No hiding, Sakura. Every gasp, every sigh—it's all part of it."

She exhaled sharply, her hand reflexively gripping his shoulder as he continued, his mouth replacing his thumb, teasing her with deliberate slowness. Her fingers flexed against his skin, and she couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips.

"Exactly," Kakashi said, pulling back briefly to meet her gaze. "Lesson three: don't forget your partner." He took her hand and guided it to his chest, over the firm muscle there. "Touch me too. Learn me."

Sakura hesitated only a moment before letting her fingers explore the expanse of his chest. The heat of his skin under her fingertips made her pulse quicken. She felt his heartbeat—strong, steady—beneath her palm. Emboldened by the way his breath hitched when her nails lightly dragged down his side, she looked up at him with newfound confidence.

"That's it," Kakashi encouraged, his lips brushing hers again. His hand moved to her hip, trailing downward, his touch both deliberate and patient. "Lesson four…" His voice dropped to a whisper as his fingers moved towards more intimate territory. "Trust me to take care of you."

Sakura's head tilted back as the sensations overwhelmed her. His fingers played with her folds, lightly, slowly, circling round and round. She arched her back, biting back a needy whimper, wanting more friction, wanting his finger on the pulsating pearl at the top, wanting… more.

"Get on with it!" she almost blurted out, biting her lip to hold back the words. But oh, he could be so infuriatingly slow, she was certain he was doing it on purpose, every touch deliberate, every movement calculated to drive her mad.

"Ungg," she ground out when his fingers parted her flesh and slid along her wetness.

Kakashi paused, his gaze flickering up to hers, his expression unreadable but his tone laced with amusement. "Patience, Sakura. Lesson five: anticipation can be the sweetest part."

"Oh, stop it already," she hissed. "I get it… Sensei."

"Hm," he hummed and his hot breath hit her sensitive skin, giving her goosebumps all over her body. "Do you? I think you forgot lesson two already."

"Ohhhh," she moaned when his tongue flicked her clit without warning.

"That's a good student," he purred, taking it into his mouth to suck gently first, then more forcefully, "tell your Sensei how much you like it."

"Oh yes, I like it! I…"

His tongue dove into her, then out, then in. It was so blissful she felt like she was floating. His fingers joined his lips. The pace quickened gradually, his touch grew firmer, coaxing moan after moan from her lips. He clearly knew what he was doing. Of course he did.

But it was his voice, low and molten, that carried her even higher. "Come for me, sweet blossom," he purred, the words vibrating against her skin.

Her body responded before her mind could catch up, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her. Her back arched, fingers tangling in his hair, and her voice broke free in a cry of pure ecstasy. Every nerve seemed to light up, the world narrowing to the sensations he was evoking, the rhythm of his fingers, the press of his lips, and the way his breath teased the most sensitive parts of her.

She clung to him as her body pulsed, shattering and rebuilding all at once, her senses full of him. And as she finally collapsed back onto the mattress, trembling and spent, his warm hands were there, wandering over her skin gently, anchoring her in the aftermath of bliss.

"Perfect," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on her inner thigh, his tone laced with affection and satisfaction. "You're perfect."

It was going to be awfully hard not to fall hopelessly in love with him.

Kakashi watched her with an intensity he rarely allowed himself to feel, let alone show. Her body was still trembling slightly, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as she lay sprawled before him. The flush in her cheeks, the gentle curve of her lips as she exhaled in bliss—it was mesmerizing. She was mesmerizing.

Her body was perfect. Her form was lean, her muscles subtly defined beneath smooth, unblemished skin. The curve of her hips flowed naturally into her toned legs, her breasts were beautifully proportioned to her frame, her dusky pink nipples peaked from the cool air and his earlier caresses. Her waist dipped elegantly, framing the powerful core she had honed through years of dedication. Every inch of her radiated a quiet, understated beauty—like a blossom about to open.

A quiet swell of pride rose in his chest. He hadn't just satisfied her—he'd cherished her like he had imagined he would. And the way she responded to him, trusted him, gave herself over to the moment, filled him with a profound gratitude.

She was the kind of woman who never asked for anything, who gave endlessly of herself without hesitation or complaint. To him, she was strength wrapped in compassion, a light that shone brighter for the benefit of everyone around her. She deserved every ounce of pleasure, every whispered word, and every tender caress he could offer. She deserved to be adored, cherished, and worshipped for all that she was—for her quiet strength and her boundless heart.

Kakashi reached out, brushing a strand of damp pink hair away from her flushed face. She stirred at his touch, her eyes fluttering open, and the soft, blissful smile she gave him made his heart ache in the best possible way.

It was humbling, really, to be the one she allowed this close. For all his confidence and skill, there was a part of him, deep down, that wondered if he could ever truly be what she needed.

But self-doubt wasn't really his thing.

He moved beside her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sleep if you're tired," he murmured.

"Are you... serious?" She sat up so quickly they nearly bumped heads. "Is that all?"

Kakashi chuckled. "You want more?"

"I want..." She hesitated, her eyes wide as she struggled to finish the sentence.

"Hm? Always tell me what you want. That's lesson number six," he teased, but the truth was, the rather big amount of unspent lust in him made it hard to remain this outwardly cool and collected.

"I want... I want you," she finally blurted out with a shy flutter of her lashes.

"That's a bit vague," he shrugged nonchalantly. "Want me to...?"

"You're not funny," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration. Before he could react, she used surprising strength to flip him onto his back, straddling him like she had in his office.

"Ah," he smirked. "I begin to understand what you want. Can I ask you to please open the top drawer and take out a condom?"

She blinked, clearly taken aback, perhaps wondering just how often he had women over to keep such a thing at hand.

"I bought some the other day," he explained casually so she wouldn't get hooked on one of her weird scenarios. "Seemed like a good idea."

"We don't need it," a small, triumphant smile curved on her lips. "I'm a healer. I know exactly where I am in my hormonal cycle."

"Hmm," he managed, sharp excitement surging through him as he realized just how good it was going to feel to make proper love to her.

"Please, say it," she urged, shifting slightly on top of him, the movement enough to nearly drive him wild.

"Say… what?" he forced out, fighting the urge to simply enter and ravish her.

"You know… like you do in the book. Volume 6."

"Sorry to disappoint, darling," Kakashi panted. "I haven't read the books. And I don't think I ever will."

"Ride me," she whispered, her voice so soft he almost doubted his hearing.

"Ride me...?" he echoed, needing confirmation, because… what the hell.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice full of desperation. "Again!"

"Ride me," he commanded and was rewarded by her mounting him so swiftly, he barely had time to gasp. The hot wetness gripping him so suddenly almost undid him. He couldn't remember ever being this sensitive, a sensation so intense it was almost painful shooting into his lower body. She made a needy little noise as she lowered herself further. By the heavens, she had her eyes closed, on her face an expression of blissful rapture. Grappling for control, he tried to be patient, she needed time to adjust, she was built narrow after all—he would try to let her set the pace, move on him at her will, but…

"Urgh," he groaned when she began to move, sharp pleasure shooting up his spine. Ceding control meant losing control and losing control was going to mean a very poor performance. He managed to redirect some chakra to his lower body, swelling even more as a result, yet buying himself a few additional seconds.

"Oh my god," Sakura moaned, taking him in even deeper, the whole length, and it was bliss so intense, he would have lost it right then and there if not for his iron discipline.

"Go… slower," he begged, grabbing her waist in a futile attempt to slow her movement. "Have mercy."

But no. Either she didn't hear him or she didn't want to comply, but she began moving up and down with frantic abandon. Okay, she was riding him. And it was probably the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"Oh," she moaned. "Ohhh!"

He gave up. The tension in his body needed release, each deep thrust intensifying the pressure deep within. His muscles tightened, the feeling spreading through his core, his pulse quickening. A wave of heat flushed over him, he was close now, his focus narrowing to the electric pulse of pleasure growing in his lower body and the woman taking her pleasure on top of him.

It was this, this that he needed. The sight of a beautiful, powerful woman losing it because of him. There was nothing more intoxicating than giving pleasure.

Before his eyes, her skin flushed, her breath quickened, her body tensed, he could feel her tremble, then felt the quiver of her body as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her. Sakura moaned his name. That and the sensation of her tightening around him, pulling him in deeper, squeezing him harder, pushed him to the edge.

A rush of sensation, overwhelming and all-consuming. Every nerve seemed to fire at once, and with it, a sharp release—a moment of pure euphoria as he spilled himself deep inside of her. His body trembled with the force of it, muscles contracting as the world around him blurred. For a heartbeat, it felt like nothing else existed but the pleasure, his body overwhelmed by the sensation of their joining.

When it finally ebbed, a sense of calm flooded over him, leaving him feeling spent, sated, and at peace.

Kinda don't want to leave, he thought lazily. Kinda want to stay in bed with her forever.

His hand rested gently on her back, holding her close. He wasn't going to think about the hurt on the other side of closeness. Wasn't. Sakura's fingers traced the lines of his chest, slowly, almost reverently, as if grounding herself in the warmth of his touch.

"Is it... is it always like this?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with awe. For a moment, Kakashi didn't know how to answer. Because no, it wasn't. It had never been like this before. The connection between them was unlike anything he had known and he did not know what it signified yet.

She raised her head, her emerald eyes searching his briefly before she kissed him with a delicate tenderness that felt almost at odds with the raw intensity they had just shared. The kiss ached in his chest. It stirred something painful, something long-buried—the grief he had locked away so tightly over the years.

His hand came up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing over the curve of her cheek as though committing the softness of her skin to memory. Vulnerability wasn't something Kakashi welcomed, but with her, it felt different. It felt freeing, as though he could breathe in a way he hadn't been able to for years, at least for a few moments.

Sakura's response was immediate, her lips pressing more firmly against his as her fingers slid into his hair, threading through the silver strands with a tenderness that made his chest tighten. She pulled him closer, her kiss growing deeper, more insistent, as though pouring all the unspoken words and feelings she couldn't voice into the connection between them. And Kakashi, despite himself, let go of the guarded walls he'd held for so long. He let himself get lost in her—in this moment—his body already stirring to life again, ignited by her touch.

"No, it isn't," he murmured finally, his voice low and gravelly, an honest answer to her earlier question. His hands roamed across her, eliciting a soft, contented sigh from her lips. Her skin felt impossibly smooth and warm under his fingertips. Words failed him.

It was just as good the second time, if not better.

Kakashi took control—or at least the illusion of it. He set a slower pace, his movements deliberate, though restraint was a battle he was barely winning. Each sound she made felt like it was crafted to unravel him completely. Her body reacted to him with a responsiveness that stole his breath, arching into his touch, her soft gasps and whispered pleas further igniting the fire that already burned fiercely between them.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Their breaths mingled, warm and shallow, their shared rhythm the only thing grounding them. Yet even as he savored every second, a thought pushed its way to the forefront of his mind, unavoidable and unrelenting.

He was in deep, deep trouble.

This wasn't just physical—this connection, this depth, was something far more profound. Something he hadn't allowed himself to believe he could have. Something he had sworn he never wanted again. But now it was here, undoing him in ways he knew he couldn't allow.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging in just enough to send a sharp jolt through him. And when her eyes met his, wide and vulnerable yet full of something he didn't dare name, the realization hit him with the force of a thunderclap.

Nothing would ever be the same again. And it scared him senseless.