Author's Note: Hey! Review Please!

I am not done with my other story so don't worry!

I just had this idea tossing around in my head for a while and wanted to do something that wasn't OC.

Enjoy :)

Sakura's day had started like any other - a routine shift at the hospital, lunch with a suspiciously quiet Ino and a sparring session with Team 7, both old and new.

As their training session came to an end Sakura watched as Naruto gave his farewells, heading off for his usual afternoon with Hinata. Sasuke made up an excuse as to why he couldn't stick around though Sakura was sure he was just going off to see Ino. The two had been hiding their affair as they were afraid of Sakura's 'fragile' psyche. Yamato and Sai had secret Anbu business, as per usual, and Sakura suspected that the moment she turned around her former Sensei would have disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Sakura had gotten everything she could have ever wished for after the war ended three years ago. She just didn't know that it would be this lonely. She had thought about joining Anbu but was told that she had too much compassion for the position. Instead, Sakura had thrown herself into her work at the hospital and quickly rose to Special Jonin status. Typically her afternoons post-training consisted of her lazing around her apartment or helping Lady Tsunade with her administrative duties when Shizune got too busy with her kids.

As she pushed away from the tree she had been leaning on, watching her friends backs fade into the distance, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. Nestled up against the tree was a copy of Icha Icha. Grabbing the book she confirmed that it was her former teachers copy. Sakura's eyebrow raised quizzically. This was unheard of. Kakashi never went anywhere without his book. She searched the training ground for any sign of her Sensei but he was nowhere to be found. A small smile stretched across her petit features. She could always keep the book for a few days and watch her Sensei squirm, she thought to herself as she headed back towards the village.

Sakura shook her head at the thought. The last person that had hidden one of Kakashi's books had been terrified of the white-haired nin for months (she would never forget the look on Genma's face after that prank). She supposed the proper thing to do would be to return the book but the problem was she had no idea where Kakashi-sensei lived - none of Team 7 did as far as she was aware. It was almost impossible to track the guy down when he didn't want to be found. Sakura headed toward the newly constructed Hokage tower, intending to ask Tsunade or search the records for Kakashi's current address. She really didn't want the man to catch her with his copy. She didn't want to have to undergo those consequences.

Unfortunately for the pink-haired medic-nin, her plan was short-lived as she entered the Hokage tower she was summoned to a very agitated, and very drunk, Lady Tsunade.

"What'er you waitin fer.. Sak-hic - Sak-hic" Tsunade threw back another drink of sake in between her hiccups. "You! You are late!"

Sakura merely stared back at her Shishou incredulously. "Late for what my lady?"

"This-hic paperwork. Shizune had to -hic- baby sick." Tsunade began fumbling around with a stack of paper.

Sakura stared angrily at her mentor. Shizune was probably gone no less than a half hour and Tsunade had managed to find a stash of alcohol and get completely trashed at 2 in the afternoon.

Sakura had spent the rest of the day baby-sitting a very intoxicated Hokage - thoughts of returning Kakashi's book completely forgotten.

As morning came Sakura rolled over in her bed, relishing in the feeling of a well earned morning sleep-in. Today was her day off from the hospital. Her only plans consisted of her regular, daily training with her team but that wasn't until noon which gave her a good 2 hours to laze around her apartment all morning. Sakura turned over and stared out across her bedroom. She had finally splurged on renting her own one-bedroom apartment, a fact she was very proud of. She no longer had her parents harassing her to get up in the morning, do chores, or pressuring her to find a husband.

As her eyes blearily scanned her room she saw the bright orange cover of her former Sensei's copy of Icha Icha peeking out of her weapons pouch. Her stomach dipped dramatically. Shit, shit, shit, went the mantra in her head. She had forgotten. If she returned it in person now Kakashi would suspect the worst. If she returned it at training all of her teammates would suspect the worst.

Jumping out of bed Sakura quickly threw on the cleanest clothing she could find - her day off was usually reserved for laundry. She would just have to rush to the Hokage tower, find Kakashi's address, sneak in and deposit the book. Hopefully the man just assumed he was growing slightly senile at age 33 and not suspect her of actually stealing the book.

Within a half hour, written address in hand, Sakura found herself sneaking up the side of a small apartment building towards an open window. She prayed to Kami that he wasn't home - that he had fallen asleep in a tree somewhere or was out chasing down his book.

Sakura reached the window, suppressed her chakra, and glanced inside. She was looking into a small empty bedroom with a queen sized bed centered beneath the window. She could see the familiar picture of team 7, Kakashi's nearly dead plant and a picture of his former team nestled in the headboard. Quietly, and quickly, Sakura slipped inside. She paused - feeling out with her chakra to see if anyone else was in the apartment and happily confirmed that she was alone.

Looking around she noticed that Kakashi wasn't a messy man - nor was he immaculately clean. His bedroom had the air of someone too lazy to make a mess and too lazy to clean anything up. Unable to suppress her natural nosiness and the opportunity presented, Sakura began to snoop. She noticed the bookshelf next to his bed- stacked to bursting with Icha Icha and various other x-rated romances. Sakura tried to position the copy of Icha Icha she had as naturally as possible on the bookshelf- like he had just placed it there after reading but forgot where he put it. Next she casually opened the drawers to his night stand and forced back a blush at the sheer amount of condoms and lube she found, pervert.

Sakura moved towards the closet by the door to the bedroom and opened it gingerly. His entire wardrobe consisted of the standard Jonin attire. There were various weapons stacked in places, a couple boxes of junk, and an Anbu mask hung up on the back of the door. Just as she was closing it she heard the door to the apartment open roughly, muffled noises and the sound of feet approaching the bedroom door. Naturally, Sakura panicked and instead of flying out the window with the swiftness and discretion of a ninja she flung herself in the closet and pulled the door as close to shut as possible behind her.

The shuffling of feet and clothing got louder as it entered the room. Sakura was too stunned to even make a sound as she saw her former sensei stuck in a furious kiss with a woman she had never seen before. The woman was making light whimpering sounds as Kakashi continued to rip off her clothes, all the while pushing her towards the edge of the bed and out of Sakura's small line of sight.

Sakura's entire body was hot. She couldn't believe what she was seeing - what she was hearing.

"What was your name again," Kakashi's low voice mumbled out between a kiss. The woman giggled and Sakura distinctly heard the sound of a playful spank. "Saki, silly." Evidently she had done something that Kakashi thoroughly enjoyed as he growled and grunted in response. Sakura was mortified. Sure she had seen sex before, heard her friends in closets or accidentally walked in on Ino and any number of guys after a night at the bar - hell she even caught Hinata and Naruto once - but being stuck in the closet while her sensei had a casual encounter with a girl he just met was not something she ever thought she would experience.

It's not like Sakura herself was a virgin but she would likely need some sort of therapy after this. She tried to scan out the crack in the door for a way out of the room. Sakura obviously couldn't escape through the window as the pair were on the bed directly below it. She couldn't very well interrupt them and announce her presence either- that would raise too many questions that she really didn't think she could answer right now. As she pushed her head out further to check if the bedroom door was shut tight what she saw quickly made her retreat back into the closet and suppress a gasp with a hand over her mouth.

The look on her former sensei's face had been almost feral. The woman's head had been bobbing up and down - and deeply from what Sakura could judge - Kakashi was lightly hissing, one hand roughly grasping the girls head meeting her head bobs with deep thrusts. Sakura's chest tightened, butterflies pooled in her stomach, and she felt a heat coil in her groin. She was turned on. This was turning her on. Sakura was beyond shocked.

The noises in the bedroom got louder - mainly from the girl. Sakura assumed that Kakashi had begun reciprocating. She wanted to look again.

"Please," the girl begged.

She heard a light, low chuckle escape her Sensei. There was an edge to it she had never heard before. "Please what?" she could hear the lust coated in his words.

The woman whined in response, "Pleeease, fuck me."

"Face the window, ass in the air," he commanded. Sakura couldn't help but stretch a hand down and touch the inside of her shorts lightly, silently gasping at the wetness pooled there. She throbbed with need. She heard the bed creek and the sound of a drawer opening - the drawer with the condoms she thought, mesmerized. Sakura sunk to her knees in the closet and chanced stretching her vision beyond the door. She could see the back of her sensei poised behind the woman on all fours in front of him. His back muscles were taught with tension as she watched him thrust forward. He and the woman groaned in pleasure as his slow, deep rhythm began.

Sakura was an aching mess on the ground. Reason had all but left her as she watched her former sensei become the most sexual being she had ever seen. He held so much power in every thrust - dominated the woman beneath him in every thrust - her cries grew as her pleasure reached new heights.

Sakura couldn't take it anymore, her clitoris throbbed painfully underneath her shorts. She bent forward, trying to stay hidden but maintain her visual, and slipped her hand beneath her panties and gave herself a tentative rub. Her hips jerked and she suppressed a moan. She watched as Kakashi grabbed one of the woman's legs and twisted her around - pounding into her even harder than before. Sakura tried to match his speed with her hands and her knees grew weak. She tried to hold her body up with her other hand but ended up resting her head on the ground while looking up at the scene above her. Electric waves of pleasure shooting from her core. All she could think about was wanting Kakashi to treat her that way.

Her meager sexual experiences had never been like this. Sakura watched as Kakashi pulled both of the womans legs together and moved them above her head - pinning her to the bed while pushing into her so deeply that the girls face was frozen in pleasure. She heard Kakashi grunt which sent a wave of pleasure through her. Kakashi's one free hand snaked down and began rubbing against Saki's neglected nub. The effect was instantaneous - the woman nearly screamed her moans as she writhed underneath him. Kakashi had sped up, Sakura matched his speed with her own small rubs inching her other hand down to insert two digits into her entrance. She moaned softly but was drowned out by the sound of Kakashi moaning. The woman's climax had rocked her body and Sakura could see Kakashi body tense further- thrusts becoming shorter and sharper. Sakura's own climax hit her as the sound of her sensei's orgasm reverberated through her body.

She lay there, stunned, on the floor of the closet. What had she just done?