A Few Drinks to Unwind

Bit of lime in this chapter. Ye be warned.

Chapter 2- Color of the Sheets

Kakashi was right about the last drink hitting him soon. She had known Kakashi professionally for near a decade and she had never seen him drunk. Never would she have pegged him as a lightweight. But then again, he had what she guessed to be over a liter of sake. She was heavily buzzed from her two servings, but she didn’t drink very often either.

They had only traveled a few blocks when his swagger became obvious. She found herself pulling his vest one way or another to keep him upright. ‘Hot damn, he’s wasted.’ Inner Sakura relished. ‘Are you going to take advantage of it or what?!’

Well…maybe a little. She had only seen his face for a half of a second, maybe she could persuade him to see it again. That way she could gloat to Naruto for being able to do what he could not. “So Sensei…”

“Yes Sakura?” He said, working hard to enunciate.

“How about you let me see your face? You know, since we’re all friendly now.” She said in her sweetest voice.

He laughed into his mask. “I may be drunk, but you’re not the first one to try that. There’s only been a few people who have been around me with my mask off.”

Damn. “And who might that be, Sensei?”

He seemed to think for a long moment before responding. “You can stop calling me ‘Sensei’. Not if you want to see my face anytime soon.” ‘Stop thinking that way.’ He thought to himself. ‘You’re drunk, watch what you say.’

Anytime soon? What did he mean by that? “Why don’t you want me to call you Sensei? I always have.”

“You called me that when you were a little girl. To have a woman call me Ssssensei-” He slurred a bit. “-it makes me feel old.”

“Don’t be silly Sen-Kakashi.” She corrected herself. “You don’t look a day older than when I first met you.” Sakura could see a faint smile under his mask.

”Flattery will get you everywhere.”

The wind picked up a bit, blowing leaves around their feet as they walked.

“Fine. No more ‘Sensei’ and no more mask talk.” For now. Well if he didn’t want to talk about that, perhaps she could pry some different information out of him. “How about what you did back there in the bar to chase the guy off. You could have easily scared him away instead, or I could have put him through the wall if he kept it up?”

‘Shit, I liked the mask questions better.’ “Are you complaining? I’ve been that close to you before while sparing. What’s the difference?” ‘Good cover.’ He thought proudly.

This was true, but never had he rested his head in the nape of her neck the way he did, nor has he ever held her so possessively. She wasn’t sure if it was the sake swimming lightly through her brain, but she liked it. She liked it a lot.

Before she could ask any more the dark heavens opened up and released a torrent of rain.

With a girly squeal from the hit of cold water, Sakura quickly wrapped an arm around Kakashi’s waist and with a burst of charka to her legs, carried them the last few blocks to his apartment. By the time she got to the door she realized the rush was a waste. She was soaked, and so was her sensei who was leaning heavily on her shoulder. “Kakashi?” He mumbled some form of response. “Come on, stay with me for a few more minutes.”

With her encouragement he stood up on his own and fumbled with the doorknob to enter his apartment. “Sorry, got a tad d-dizzy for a minute there.” He took a deep breath. “I’m alright now.”

Sakura rolled her eyes. “Some Jounin.” She said to herself. She turned and closed the door behind her to keep the sideways blowing rain from entering the small apartment. She was soaked to the bone already and it didn’t look like the rain was letting up any time soon. “Could I use your bathroom for a minute?”

“Sure.” He said flicking on a light and pointing to the far corner of the apartment. He zig-zagged his way to the kitchen sink and started filling up a large glass of water.

After taking care of some business and finding an extra pair of (shockingly dry) scrubs in her bag. She changed and washed her face before opening the door and stepping out into the apartment.

Kakashi stood in front of her, dressed only in his damp, navy blue pants. It then occurred to her exactly what he meant by ‘what people had to do’ to get his mask off.

‘Ohhhh, I’m going to a special kind of Hell.’ Kakashi thought before he slowly leaned in and placed his mask-less lips over Sakura’s. He waited for her to pull away or to be punched through a wall. Neither would have surprised him. What surprised him was that she did nether.

She knew she should pull away. This was her Sensei! This was wrong…this…this…feels really nice. ‘Fuck yeah!’ Inner Sakura yelled as the pink haired Kunochi leaned into her former teachers advances, wrapping her arms up and around his neck, running her fingers through the back of his wild, silver, locks.

Letting out a low moan he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her into him, lifting her a bit as he guided them towards his bed. The fingers through the hair did it, he had to have her. Be damned the consequences.

Sakura was so entranced with the feel of him that she barely realized they were moving until she felt the mattress press against the back of her legs. If she really wanted to she could have kept herself and Kakashi from falling back onto the bed, but she didn’t want to. There lips separated for an instant as they fell and came together again more fiercely just as quickly.

Kakashi could feel her soft mounds beneath the thin, pink fabric of her scrubs and wanted to feel more. As her tongue grazed his lips, he opened his mouth to dance with hers while he traced his calloused fingers along her taught stomach and upwards. She let out an audible moan as he grasped her breast and rubbed over her hard nipple with his thumb.

Never in her life could she picture this happening with Kakashi, nor could she ever dream that it would feel so good. She could tell he was enjoying himself by the hardness pressing against her thigh. Lifting her leg she felt her sensei stiffen under her pressure and grind lightly in return. By now her scrubs were bunched up near her collarbone and heat built steadily at her core. She wanted him. Bad.

Breaking the kiss for another moment, her scrub shirt was discarded over her head and tossed in the corner before Kakashi started to place kisses along her neck, breathing hard and hot against her. His kisses trailed down to her hardened nipple before he enveloped that in his mouth.

She gasped and arched her back into him as he relished attention on her. This was above and beyond what ol’ What’s-His-Face ever did with her while they were together. So this was what they talked about in that horrible romance novel Ino had loaned her.

Looking down into Kakashi’s mismatched eyes, he trailed kisses lazily down her stomach as he began to pull her waistband down slowly. What happened next she would have never seen coming.

He passed out on her stomach, fingers still grasping her waistband.

She paused for a moment before whispering, “Kakashi Sensei?” There were a few more seconds of silence before she heard him begin to snore lightly. She exhaled heavily, defeated. He was out like Naruto after a big meal.

Now half naked herself and half pinned by a half naked, passed out man Sakura accepted that she would be spending the night. At least she didn’t have to work in the morning. She didn’t worry about waking him, (because a bomb wasn’t going to do that at this point) she managed to get the blankets partially over the two of them. After she was settled she took the time to admire his unmasked face. Naruto’s theory’s of him being ugly, big teeth, or fish lips was totally unfounded. He was gorgeous. His face was unblemished but for a faint scar over his left eyebrow down past his cheekbone. It’s probably a good thing he kept his face covered. She would never be able to concentrate on anything else if he was around. Even during training or missions.

Laying back, pinned and horny as hell, she tried to drift off to sleep. With the warmth of Kakashi’s body and the rhythmic breathing, she began to fade faster than she thought possible. The last thought she had before she was completely asleep was, “Kakashi Sensei has dark blue sheets.”


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