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„Kakashi?“
You stuck your head through the open window. Outside it was a bit chilly, but you didn’t mind the cool breeze ghosting over your skin. Your best friend for years sat at his bed, the green covers neatly folded and in his hands holding the thin green booklet you read once and immediately started to chase Jirayia afterwards down, to stop him from writing another one.
His half-lidded eyes didn’t even flicker shortly away from the letters when he raised his hand in a lazy wave. “Yo.”
Sighing you shifted from one feet to the other. “You forgot, right?”
That catched Kakashis attention. Confused he gazed at your form, while you sighed aspirated out. “You promised you would go drinking with me after my mission. It’s now after my mission.”
“I can see that.”
He meant the still dirty uniform clinging to your body. The green Konoha vest, accentuated with the blood of your enemies and some real dirt, black jounin pants and the ninja shoes. Even one of your toes was dirtied by the death of one of the missing nin you hunted down, but tonight you didn’t really care about that. Kakashi promised to keep your company on a night out and hell, you would drag him into a bar and get wasted!
The scarecrow had been your superior in Anbu. But soon you two had been sent also on other missions together, because somehow you and he harmonized. Your fighting styles, the art of thinking alike, only the clashing personalities could be a problem, but work aside, you quickly realized Kakashi was a great friend and he did too with you. The man trusted you, despite your open and social-butterfly-attitude, because you were able to seal the secrets of your friends away and you liked him, because Kakashi was one of the few males you ever met who actually thought before speaking. Not many men managed the feat of impressing you.
“Then I will shower quickly. No big deal.” you said and let your eyes wander over his laid back attire, consisting of his special undershirt with a mask connected to it and a white boxer shorts. “In the mean time you should really get into something else. Or else.” While opening the window wider and getting in, you shook your head as he snickered only at your openly displayed annoyance.
“Fine, fine. I promised after all.” Then he returned to his book, not moving an inch. You grunted annoyed and snatched “Icha-Icha-Paradise” away from him, only to wave with your trophy at the male, a big fat grin on your lips. “You get that trash back when I exit the bath, not one second earlier!”
His whimpers at the lost page you drowned out and dismissed with another mocking wave.
You showered and under the hot stream and the constant scrubbing of dried blood you got lost in your thoughts about your friend. Since some time now you were aware of the attraction towards him, making your knees weak everytime you two met. It was an emotion totally new for you, but it felt so good to be for once a girl on the inside, not a trained tool to kill merciless and torture even with less mercy. You sighed mindless out while rinsing the (h/c) mane, then you pinched yourself into the soft flesh of your hip. “Stop daydreaming. It will not happen.” you murmured. “Just enjoy being his friend and have a great night.”
Getting out of the shower, you toweled yourself dry and eyed your dirty clothes, laying on the bath tiles and reeking of death and mud. No way you would change into that clothes today.
“Good thing I brought this…” A small storage scroll in one of the many pouches of your uniform held spare clothing. Nothing fancy, just the average jounin pants, the same pair of standard blue ninja sandals, but a skin tight (f/c) tank top. You slipped the clothes quickly on, sighing in happiness at the feeling of cleanliness washing over you.
“(Name)? Are you done?”
Kakashis voice resounded through his cramped bathroom, dulled by the wood of the door between you and the copy ninja. “Right away!” you retorted and quickly sealed the pile of messed up fabric in the scroll, then opened the door with enough vigor to throw even Naruto off his feet when he made a dash towards Ichiraku’s. The scarecrow was in the same clothes he always wore, the only concession to the partynight was the absence of his gloves.
He scanned your whole body, what made you flinch a little, but when his black orbs returned to your face, they were ceased into the same not-telling-anything half-moons you already knew so well. “Let’s get done with it. I want to finish “Icha-Icha-Paradise” tonight.”
You rolled your eyes. “You read that book for a thousand times already, Hatake. There’s nothing left to discover.” While you said that, you tugged grumpily the despised book from behind you and gave it to Kakashi.
The fabric of his mask rippled as his grin widened. “You only say that because you despise those masterpieces of literature.”
“Goddammit, before I can take a conversation about this disgusting smut, I need one or two shots.”
(…)
“You know,” you giggled as you nearly fell down the chair you sat on, “that’s when the brothel owner stepped in, looked around and only said: I’m not gonna clean that up missus!”
Kakashi chuckled and played with his fifth cocktail glass. There had been one of the little umbrellas in the glass, but now the pink obscenity had somehow found its way into his hair. A small dot of color in the feathery mane.
Your sight blurred for a second. There was nothing better than a night out after a hard mission, to get rid of the tension of constant danger surrounding you and the company of someone who understood and didn’t asked any unnecessary questions. And Kakashi was such a person.
You were surely wasted by now. Around the seventh drink you lost count, but honestly, you also didn’t care. The music playing in the background pleased you and humming weakly your eyes wandered around, over and over stumbling over the sight of the silver haired eye candy beside you. But then the barkeeper, a pierced and tattooed man in his thirties, placed a new round of drinks before you and Kakashi, making you squeal and the male nodded in gratitude at the owner.
“Kampai!” you exclaimed and raised your glass towards your friend, who swayed a bit but managed to meet your glass with his. “Kampai.” he answered, only a little slur in his words. It was your favorite bar and the barkeeper knew you now for quite some time, even had a tab to place both your drinks on, because neither of you brought any money with you (you were sure Kakashi did, but was just too lazy to get his wallet out). You just took a sip from your Pina Colada, just the right amount of pineapple and cream in it, when a hand suddenly slipped around your hip.
“Hey.” A deep voice whispered into your ear, leering and dripping from even more alcohol than both you and Kakashi tanked. “How ‘bout leavin that weak-lookin pimp and fuck with me?”
You fought the blush tainting your cheeks. Your heart accelerated, but not out of a sudden increase of hormones in your body, but of the hand creeping over the soft skin of your stomach, drawing unwanted circles here and there. It was sheer, simple panic flooding your system. Then you got a hold of yourself. You were a jounin, and a good one on top of that! Drunk or not, you were able to defend your body from disgusting advances and drunkyards who thought they were a gift for every woman on the planet!
“You don’t answer, honey.” The man in your behind continued and rested his chin at your shoulder. At that action cold shivers ran down your spine and you hissed out. “Let’s skip that bastard and make something worthwhile when we’re at it.”
He gained one tiny plus point because he used the word ‘worthwhile’ while being drunk without stumbling over the syllables. It didn’t hinder you from gripping firmly into the wandering hand and bending the joint until it cracked. Howling loudly the flirtatious man went down, while you only rolled your eyes at the pitiful whining.
“I’m not interested, fucker.” Still on your stool you turned around and leaned against the bar in your back, searching for support (mentally and physically – the alcohol took its toll on you after all). “Go back to ya momma and cry your eyes out, but don’t fucking touch me again.”
A snort from your right assured you about your actions. Kakashi looked at you, his elbow placed at the dark top of the bar and his chin resting in the hand. “That. Was. Great.” he said slowly and chuckled again.
“That was nothing.” you gave back and watched how his eyes widened in innocent unbelief. “There was this one time in Kusagakure… Or wait, wasn’t it Kumogakure…?”
(…)
“You did not.”
He nodded proudly. “I did.”
You gestured wildly and only barely avoided the army of empty glasses in front of you. “You did NOT!”
“Believe it, I did.” Kakashi halted, then laughed. “God, I sound like Naruto.”
“The son of Kushina? Yeah, he has the same way of speaking.” you mumbled to yourself.
Hours passed since the fondler escaped with a broken wrist out of the bar and most of the other drinkers already went home, stumbling over their own feet and probably babbled the text of the song which came now for the third time that evening. You also did, your head lolling from one side to the other and giggling whenever you got a sexual innuendo. You already forgot what Kakashi did or did not. All that mattered that he was by your side, a great drinking buddy and best friend you could ever wish for.
“Last round!” the barkeeper announced and you heard Kakashi protest weakly. Then an imaginary light bulb appeared above your head and grinning at your friend, you ordered your last round. “Two shots, Taka, for me and my best-estest friend here!”
“What’ya doing?” asked Kakashi, swaying on his stool.
“Oh, ya will see.”
The shots came and you pushed one of the small cups to the copy ninja. “Wait one sec.” you said and shoved his eager hand away. “We have to do that prop-properly.”
You linked your arms and as Kakashi understood your drunk intentions he nodded wildly, obviously overjoyed you two would drink your shots while being connected. The alcohol burned in your throat, but it was a good pain, the kind of pain which washed all the other cuts and bruises away. As your head lowered again, he still nestled with the band of his mask, the shot still in his hand.
“Can’t get it off.” he murmured grumpily.
Before you thought too much, your fingers curled around the edge. “I’ll help ya.”
His skin was warm under the pads of your fingers, you noticed in your drunken daze, probably flushed by the many cocktails he had. You didn’t peek at his face while he finished the shot, but your left hand was always laying at his neck, the fingers wringed in the black fabric of his mask. It wouldn’t be right to invade his privacy.
“(Name), you can put it back now.”
Kakashis voice was always so raspy. You knew he didn’t smoke, but the deep rich tone send shivers over your skin, of the comfortable kind of course.
“(Name).”
You had seen him once without his shirt on and damn! Kakashi was someone you would like to run into whenever he took a shower. Nice ripped abs, only a few scars and a trail of silver hair leading downward…
“(Name)!”
“Hm? Did ya say somethin’ ?”
“Pull up my mask.”
You flinched in shame. “Uh, sorry Kakashi.” Without looking at your trembling fingers, you placed the cover back at your friend’s face, only then you dared to meet his eyes again. Were there always two Kakashis, staring at you with those black, deep pools of onyx, so fucking intense and…
“I liked ya with your Sharingan, but your original eye is also cute.”
It took you a few seconds to realize what your mouth just spilled. Then your brain decided to weaken the compliment with a wild giggling fit and your body wanted to help with a sudden change of balance.
The world spun, turned, did a barrel roll, only to suddenly black out. You found yourself on the ground of the bar, a dull pain in the back of your head and legs awkwardly bend, with a helpless Kakashi at your side. “(Name)! Say something!” he yelled.
You grunted wordless and tried to get up on your own, but then your stomach revolted. Groaning you fell back to the ground, clutching to your belly like your life (or your dignity!) depended on it. Hell, since thirteen years you hadn’t puked because of too much alc, so you wouldn’t start now in front of your crush! Wait…
He shoved his index finger into your cheek. “Talk to me, please. (Name)? Are y’okay?”
You never had a crush before, a serious on top of that! And there was still that little issue of your state… The warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach didn’t care about that. One part of you wanted to rip your pants away and invite him for a sweaty exercise right here, the other part crossed same limbs and blushed heavily from head to toes.
Yeah, with your 28 years you were still a virgin. You never found the time to get rid of it and there was simply no man who held your interest long enough to even think about sleeping with him. You never did more than making-out, clumsy and tooth clicking together in a painful way.
“(Name)! Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.”
Three kisses in the last year and two of them were for missions. The last one came from Anko in a drunken Spin-the-Bottle accident. The snake-loving female afterwards slipped you a note with her address into your pocket, but you quickly get rid of it. She wasn’t your type. No, the man slipping his strong arms under your legs and back was exactly the one who was your type. Broad shoulders. A nature so opposite to yours, but at the same time ready to tell strange jokes for your sake. A nice musky scent. Hands, calloused and at the same time ginger dipping into her naked skin, holding on so tightly and a chest which was perfect for a quick nap…
A rush of cold night air hit you. The coldness stung nearly like ice on your bare shoulders, making you instantly tremble. “K-Kakashi… Cold.” you whined and snuggled your head more into the fabric of his flak vest.
“’Kay. My flat is closer than yours.” Kakashi was warm. The heat almost radiated from him and you sighed when he stopped his ninja dash upon the roofs of Konoha to wrap you in said jacket. You smiled sheepishly while he did that, staggering on your feet and trying not to empty your stomach on his feet.
Then a flash of memory hit you. “Oh!” You slapped him. Usually you wouldn’t hit your friends, but the alcohol lowered your defenses to nearly everything. “I know what we were talkin’ about!”
Kakashi cocked his head to the side. It was so cute to see that. “What?”
“I still can’t believe you slept with an older kunoichi. With thirteen years, ya old charmer!” You stumbled over the number, then shook your head. The previously washed hair flowed like satin around your shoulders and you sighed out, suddenly feeling sad and tired at the same time. “It’s easy for a man…”
“What?” he repeated, confusion clearly on his half covered features. The moon was bright that night and countless stars enlightened the dark streets of the town. Slowly, but steadily you made your way to the edge of the roof and sat down, legs dangling in the air. Your palms scratched over the rough material as you got to the edge. “Sex. Sex is easy for a man. And surely for you.”
Naturally. He had the looks, the quirky interesting personality, the mystery around him… But you… You were plain. There was nothing extraordinary about you, only your skills exceeded the other ninjas around you. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your figure… What would be left if you died on your next mission? You had to plan for that case everytime you travelled out of the safe haven Konohagakure. Your single-room apartment was bare from personal items, except for the few gifts you received from your friends over the years, pictures and a memento of your already dead and buried mother; a silver pendant, melted and bend under the force of the fire where she died in. Your father left even before you were born.
And love… As already stated, you never found it. Maybe graced it, but never ever truly embraced the fleeting emotion. And now, with the attraction to Kakashi, your best friend who never would feel the same way because he was… the copy ninja and you were you, only some random kunoichi who forced him to drink with her to keep the lonely nights at bay, you didn’t know what to do. “I’m 28 years old.” you rambled suddenly into the silence. “28 years. And not one sexual experience. God. I’m such a failure as a woman.”
Beside you he crouched down, arms relaxed laying over the top if his muscular thighs. “Do you want to say-?”
“Yeah. I’m a fucking virgin.” You sniveled. “A dumb virgin who knows nothing. Go on, laugh if you want.”
“I would never laugh at a friend.”
“Sure. What was with the punishment you inflicted for Gai after a won match?”
“You have to gimme that point. It was funny.”
The memory really created a tiny smile on your lips. “It was.”
“And why are you still virgin?” he asked carefully, almost hesitating. You didn’t notice the slur in his voice vanished completely, so you answered as honest as a drunken person was able to. “Dunno. Never got time. There was always a mission, always someone to kill, always a village to defend. And nobody was irking me enough. Seriously, has Konoha only hardcore perverts and civilians? Is that everything? My god,” you hid your face behind your hands, “I will die as an ever-virgin. Nobody would want to fuck me, even when I start to undress in the middle of the street. On my grave someone will edge the words: here lies (Name) (Surname), never deflowered and never looked at. Don’t end up like her kids, or we will place your body beside hers.”
Kakashi didn’t say anything for a while. Silence laid over both of you as you watched the houses around you, seeing one or two faintly illuminated windows, lots of closed blinds and shadows, hiding the inhabitants of the buildings. You were feeling melancholic and drew with your index finger in the dirt on the roof, your thoughts dark and depressing. Then the ninja abruptly got up. You jerked at the surprising harsh movement and watched with wide eyes how Kakashi ruffled through his upstanding hair, but the only thing you was able to see was his back.
Why was he so agitated? It was your problem and you only said that because you were obviously drunk and even that frail state started to fade away. You sobered up a little, however it didn’t stop you from continuing your little ramble. It felt so good to get this finally of your heart, all the insecurities you locked tightly in yourself until now. “I’m not somebody who is loved by someone. I completely understand that. I’m too cheerful, too excited by everything. Some male Anbus said that after our mission. They also said they couldn’t imagine to sleep with me, not to talk about kissing. Hell,” you laughed bitterly out, “I don’t even know if I’m a bad kisser or not! I could be horrible!”
“You just need… exercise.”
“Where should I get that? A stranger in a bar? Could be an enemy shinobi. A civilian? He would not understand me at all, the things I do and have to do. An Anbu? All of them are arrogant pricks. Another ninja from Konoha? I don’t know anybody else good enough other ninjas, because the only thing I do is working as a hunter and sometimes high priority missions with you. I know no one, Kakashi. The only thing left is to live with that fact and adopt as many cats as I can before I die.” you mumbled and buried your face again in your hands. The following words were muffled by your limbs and only meant for yourself. “I’m such a loser…”
“I can help you.”
His words made you stop in your self-wallowing. Suddenly you were overly conscious of Kakashis presence, wavering around you while he stood behind you. He was able to completely erase his aura, but now it radiated from him like heat radiated from a bonfire.
You said nothing, so Kakashi explained further. “You have no sexual experience? Fine. I have plenty. I can show you how to have sex, no problem.”
Stuttering incoherently you tried to dismiss the stupid idea, but the copy ninja swatted your defense with an angry flick of his wrist away. “Listen, you’re my friend. And I want to help my friends if there’s a problem. You sit in front of me and nearly cry at the possible future you see in front of you and I can’t bear to watch you like that. You’re cheerful and blinding in your optimism and I like you best that way. And fuck the Anbus who talked so insulting about you. They have no right to talk like they are a gift to humankind, when the only thing they can actually do is gossiping behind your back like little schoolgirls.”
He was shaking in anger while he talked, his voice only slightly swaying in the emotions.
You looked up to him, to the man you somehow got to love during the years you spent together. At the beginning he was cold and unmoved by your attics. As a captain of the elite of a hidden village two very important assets and even deeply needed, but as a human being Kakashi failed. Only over the time he opened up, until he talked with you even about Obito and Rin. Then the regular missions came and sometimes you would met his students, of which the scarecrow talked nearly with fatherly adoration whenever they weren’t in listening range. He was someone you trusted with all your heart and though you loved Kakashi, you knew he couldn’t see you in a romantic light.
Because of Rin.
He told you one day, when he was shitfaced after Sasuke had gone rogue. After saving Naruto and reporting to the Hokage, he had dragged you to the farthest bar and got extremely drunk. Back then his unusual behavior had scared you, the walls he had built up not falling even when he was so drunk the alcohol reeked from his clothes and his hands jittered that the liquids were jumping out of their cups. Only after Kakashi puked his insides out and woke up the next morning with the headache of his life, he told you about the girl he didn’t allow himself to love, because his dead friend had been the first one to set his Sharingan-eyes on the gentle brunette. Not only that, Kakashi dwelled since then in misery because he was ready to abandon Rin and decided even when he knew about her interest in his person to let any of his emotions shining through.
And then she had killed herself. Kakashis hands were covered in Rins blood. In his sadness over his broken promise and the dead girl he got into Anbu, as one of the youngest members ever seen in the long history of the village. And there the silver haired boy started to work his way up the ranks, overthrowing the boundaries of age or experience only by mere talent and skill. Then you met him and decided to befriend the unemotional male like you did with many other people around Konoha, but it took your natural charisma quite some time to emigrate his high walls. And you were never happier as that day he first took your invitation to some food, because all your hard efforts weren’t wasted. Over the years the bond between the copy ninja and you grew into a steady and reassuring friendship, supporting each other in training and personal crisis. And for you, your feelings turned into something more, fragile and just as delicate as the finest porcelain at the whole continent, then becoming stronger with each little talk and each shared secret.
You had tried to separate yourself from Kakashi, forcefully crushing the feelings and butterflies in your stomach, but he ran after you. Knocked on your window, even when the blinds were closed. Went with you to missions, even when you especially requested a solo run. Hell, he even went as far as breaking into your apartment when you pushed his various invitations to get something to eat down, only to start digging in into the breakfast you had made that time.
That had been before the young Uchiha fought against the blond jinchuriki at the valley of the end for the first time, turning his back on Konohagakure, but right at the time after the village of the hidden sound attacked during the chunin exams.
Now, after the fourth great ninja war and all the consequences coming with it (Kakashi was handled as the next Hokage candidate because of Tsunades planned retirement), you and he were back to the uncomplicated bond you had before the world had been thrown into a state of hell and your feelings were stronger than a girlish crush, you realized. It was a mix of sexual attraction, the closest friendship you ever had with somebody and deep love, but Kakashi only shared one of the three things with you, you were sure about that.
“(Name)? Are you ok?” Kakashi bend down to your eye level. In his black orbs was a worried shade as he placed a hand at your shoulder, his bare fingers brushing over your heated skin. “If my offer shocked you, I’m sorry. I just thought it would be a help to you.”
“Bring me home.” you choked out. His proximity was too much. Together with the already familiar signs of your emotions –your heartbeat picked up, in the pit of your stomach gathered a warm tight ball- your throat grew tight, by the undeniable sadness which was already starting to seep through your flesh and bones. “Please,” you stood with shaky knees up, “bring me… just home.”
Without another word Kakashi nodded weakly, picked your cold body bridal-style into his arms and nearly flew over the roofs, not complaining about the longer route he had to take. In your head all the while two different fractions fought each other.
One were your feelings for the male, the other were the fear of rejection if he should ever find out about your interest in him. They were still battling when the two of you reached your home, a simple kondo in the outskirts of Konoha, but just as Kakashi hastily raised his hand to a goodbye, you took a step forward.
“I… accept.”
Kakashi paused. His posture was too funny to not to laugh, so it was no miracle a little smile stole its way on your lips. “I accept your offer. I was just surprised. Don’t you think our friendship will suffer?”
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and shrugged. One could think he was not bothered by the chance, but you knew him just as well as the back of your hand. “We both are adults who should be able to have an advanced relationship without getting overly excited about it. Don’t you believe?”
“Y-yeah…” you said. “Okay. Uhm… When-?”
“When you are comfortable with it.”
“And how…?”
“The best would be just showing you.”
“You mean you would…”
Kakashi tilted his head to the side and smiled underneath his mask. At the sight your heart skipped a beat. “Yes,” he answered, a bit mocking, “we will practice the act for a few times. That should be fine for letting you grasp the gist of the concept and give you a boost of confidence in your actions.”
You nodded and leaned against the doorframe of the worn-down barrack. It was nothing much, but you liked the calmness of the district. Mostly only chunin and Anbu lived around here, who were either too poor to afford anything else or were enjoying the silence as much as you did. While you searched for your keys, you felt the gaze of Kakashi on you.
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow we can start the… exercise.” you mumbled and finally managed to shove the key into the lock. The door clicked and opened. You turned around and watched how the man shifted on his feet, then straightened suddenly like he was reminded of something important. “Tonight would be too much, I believe.”
In Kakashis eyes sparked a mischievous glint up. “Isn’t it technically tomorrow? It’s 2 a.m.”
“Well, then come by when you had the chance to get a nap or something.” But just as you wanted to enter your cosy home and also take a great fill of sleep (and a whole package of mint gum to get rid of the disgusting taste of your tongue), he grabbed your left arm.
Surprised you gasped, but quicker than you realized, Kakashi shoved you into your home, his chest pressing into your back.
“Kakashi! What are you doing?” But he only chuckled into your ear, his breath crashing in short waves against the cool skin. The sensual contact made you shiver and he snickered again when he noticed your inner and outer turmoil.
You stumbled, but his hands slipped around your waist and supported your unresponsive figure. “Careful. Just a little taste of my skills.”
In the darkness of your small apartment your eyes weren’t able to see his face, but the shadow moving closely in front of you couldn’t be ignored. Suddenly he slammed you into the wall beside the door and you groaned. The pain wasn’t much, you experienced far worse over the years, but you weren’t prepared for the pure lust washing over you at the rough treatment. He pinned your arms over your head and held them there, with the other he nestled at his mask. Only his charcoal orbs were clear to you; intense, a bit interested into your reactions and glamming.
“Prepare yourself.” It was your only warning. Then you felt strong lips on your own, not doing anything, just softly resting at your mouth. You didn’t know what to do, but then you experimentally let your lips pry open and mouthed Kakashi. The result was a deep low groan from him and his tongue flicking over your lower lip. You trembled under the force of the ministration; despite being only such a little gesture having so much impact. Your knees buckled, but his body caged you and he still held your arms over your head, making it impossible to slide to the ground.
It was already too much. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue started to dive in, tickling the roof, trailing the inner walls of your cheeks and playing with your tongue. Your skin tingled in the strange sensations overrunning yourself and out of instinct you pressed into his chest, searching for more contact. His hand laid at your waist, his fingers lightly gripping into the curve and arranging your body to his taste until he was satisfied. You didn’t notice when he let go of your wrists, but you noticed through the daze he put you in his other hand gently trailing down over the insides of your arm further down. His fingerpads brushed over the pulse point, the crook of your elbow, your upper arm, shoulder, finally he cupped your neck, angling your head that he could dip deeper.
“Kakashi…” you whispered as he let go for a moment, only to go straight after a second searing kiss. This time he was more forceful than before, not gentle and caring about your inexperience. No, he made you whimper and pant, playing and sucking at your tongue until you were pushed to the edge of attacking. For the first time his mouth was the playground for both your tongues and you tugged at his mane, trying to feel more of his lips, more of his body, more of… It was great to hear Kakashi growl. You grinned into the kiss, all the while a certain heat gathered inside you, filling your appendages with warmth and tingles.
Suddenly the copy ninja froze. His fingers disappeared and the body which had held you up until now also vanished. Your knees were still weak, so you had to lean into the wall. Your chest heaved and your lips puckered, an afterimage of Kakashis still laying on them.
“Kakashi?” He was in front of you. Automatically you closed your eyes to give him a little privacy to rearrange his mask and the ruffle of fabric strengthened your resolve. Afterwards you only listened to the sounds in the tiny room. For a sign he didn’t find out, for a small clue about his state. “Was it so bad?” you joked weakly and tried to force a smile on your face.
“No. You were good. Very good.” he said. “Seems like you’re a quick learner.”
“And do you feel… strange?”
In an instant he was again pressed to your front, inclusive the massive boner flushed against your lower body and stomach. “Tell me.”
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks at the discovery Kakashi was aroused by just a kiss. A kiss with you, on top of that. But you placed your palms at his pectoral muscles and pushed him a bit away, enough to not feel the strong form anymore, not the effect the kiss had on him. He was A MAN. Naturally it wasn’t because of you, but the promise of sex lingering in every move. But for you it was definitely out of the feelings for the sex incarnation in your home. “Silly, I meant our friendship. Is everything still okay between us?”
In order to not lose said bond, you had to lie. Kakashi would distance himself if he would ever find out you felt something more for him. His heart still belonged to the long dead girl and somehow you also understood why.
But it hurt. It hurt so much.
So, the only thing you wanted to do was at least trying to get as much skinship with the scarecrow as you could, even when it meant accepting lessons about sleeping with men. You told yourself you were able to live with just that, but deep down there was still the lingering pain, dull and ready to get sharper any moment.
“Naturally.” Kakashi answered. “Why wouldn’t? It was just a kiss.”
“Right.” You masked your feelings better than the average shinobi, since you were an Anbu. So you smiled and waved lazily at the silver haired man, even when all you wanted to do was either pulling this stupid mask down and make him kiss you like that again or confessing your love. “Then I guess see you at 8?”
His eyes creased in a grin. “See you then.”
You were sure you also heard a faint “And be prepared.” from him, but quicker than your dazed mind could process it, Kakashi teleported right out of your cramped home, leaving you with a still open door, his flak vest hanging from your shoulders and your panties soaked in your own love juices.
“God…” Slowly your knees gave in. As you sat on the ground, you kicked the door closed, shutting the cool night air out. Then you leaned the back of your head against the wall and sighed again, exhaling loudly. “What I’m doing…”
It was a bad idea. But honestly, which woman (or man) would decline an offer of Konohas official number one ninja-I-would-like-to-have-a-friendship-plus-with, when they were sane and healthy? And on top of that the rest of your drinks still were in your system. Telling yourself that, you managed not to go crazy at the thought of Kakashi sleeping with you in the evening, all the while getting prepared for bed. And when you laid there, curled up into a ball and his vest emitting his musky scent pressed to your cheek like a lovesick girl would, you couldn’t help but to feel excited about the upcoming events.