I - Kimono

Word Count: 2,020 words.

Rating: M

Kakashi Hatake wasn't captivated by many things— not really. Thirty years of missions all around the world and legends come alive right before his eyes made it hard to be impressed by much.

Strangely, but not surprisingly, the only thing that pulled his attention and held it long enough was the Icha Icha series.

Well, that was only partly true. Because right that minute he was utterly enthralled by a pink-haired woman clad in a simple blue kimono embroidered with sakura petals, a warmth colouring her cheeks due to her intoxication. Her green eyes were clouded by the haziness of alcohol and her lips moist with the liquid she'd consumed.

He watched, fascinated, as the colourful fireworks exploded across the raven sky, dancing and twirling around on her pale skin, painting her with reds and greens and blues, engulfing her so she was just short of an ethereal figure amongst the mortals.

And as suddenly as the booming fireworks were lighting up the night, he was the hostage of twin green irises mirroring the sparkle of the night's sky. A small smile twitched her lips, like the gentle flutter of a butterfly's wing, and she turned with the grace of a dancer to murmur an unheard excuse to her company. And then she was sashaying towards him, each step closer sending his heart thudding a beat faster.

She stopped just a little distance away from him, but it was close enough to feel her body heat wash over him. It sparked his nervous system much like the alcohol he had consumed. And then she spoke, soft and affectionate, in a way he missed so dearly. "You're late, Kakashi."

He couldn't help the smile that twitched his lips, pulling at his mask. "Old habits die hard."

"I suppose," she giggled and when she stepped even closer, her neck craning up, he could clearly see the view of the world reflected through her eyes. It was a beautiful sight and he reached to softly caress her cheek in apology and leaned in to briefly brush his lips against her forehead.

She sighed, sounding awfully content in his hold as he pulled her closer to his chest to rest her head over the strong thudding of his heart. It was the annual festival, but also their first year anniversary. He held her for a few minutes, focusing on the way her body heat transferred to him and the feeling of her sure arms around his middle. He almost felt like he didn't deserve the happiness that filled him in that second— that no one should possibly feel so happy just from simple contact with another human being.

But he hadn't seen her in two months— his mission in Ame had lasted longer than he had expected. And he clearly recalled his promise to her, that he'd be here today with her and there he was, keeping that promise.

She finally pulled back, albeit reluctantly. Her flush had travelled all the way down to her exposed neck and her lips had parted slightly, her breathing had grown a little deeper. It made him just slightly lightheaded. He missed her so much.

"Come on," she said finally, voice breathy with something that made his stomach coil as she laced her fingers with his and began to drag him away with equal parts giddiness and longing. "I want to show you something."

He followed her obediently, beyond the tree line and deeper into the forest. Each step further dimming their surroundings until the darkness nearly consumed them with the absence of light beneath the thick tree canopies.

And then, like burning embers, the night began to twinkle with a thousand fireflies fluttering over dark, still waters. He watched their reflection on the surface as they moved about, just a little amazed. But then his eyes landed on her and she had his full attention again with her dimpled smile, and equally twinkling eyes, cheeks popping endearingly. "Beautiful isn't it?"

"Yeah," he agreed, his eyes unable to stray away from her and the gorgeous blue kimono she wore— the one he bought her that day he found her sitting on a bench, eyes glassy with tears she never shed, right after Sasuke had left her for good. "Gorgeous."

She smiled then, taking a step closer to him only for that smile to turn shy. "Fancy a swim?"

It was pretty humid but he hadn't really foreseen her question so he could only stare at her in surprise. Something dark and sinfully magnetising entered her gaze then as she took a half step back, her fingers finding the sash of her kimono and slowly undoing it.

And bit by bit, her clothes began coming off, revealing more and more of her milky skin, and by the time the final garment she wore dropped to the ground, he was breathless with anticipation and equal parts turned on and giddy.

He watched her dip gracefully into the waters, and like a man possessed he began to mechanically shed his clothes, feet carrying him towards her, to the comforting and utterly alluring heat of her body.

Her breasts hovered just above the water line, the tips of her hair now damp and sticking to her collarbones, fanning out in interesting patterns over her ivory skin. The small yellow light of the fireflies played out across her neck and when he slipped into the cool waters, she drifted closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck.

His strong arms locked around her waist and he took a moment to just inhale the natural scent of her skin and relish in the feeling of her gentle curves in his hold, of the marvellous knowledge that she was his, that she fit against his stronger build like she was moulded just to fit him. She smelled like flowers and sunlight mingled with rain underlined by the familiar musky smell of her arousal that made his toes curl and a groan threaten to burst through his lips. Her scent called to him like a drug.

He dipped his head and captured her mouth in a feverish kiss, his fingers gliding smoothly over the wet skin of her back and thighs, pulling her closer to him so that her tightened nipples brushed against his bare chest. Sakura's wet fingers rose to tangle in his hair and she pulled him down even closer as she slanted her mouth over his with equal enthusiasm, her tongue poking between his lips to tangle with his.

His body reacted instantly to the feel of her silky tongue on his and a pleasant thrumming developed at the base of his spine. A certain heat began creeping through his veins, spreading through him until he felt like he was a living breathing web of lightning, and soon the evidence of his arousal was poking her belly.

She pulled back for breath, eyes hazy with a need he knew was for him, a need that was always there whenever he was close, calling to him, pleading softly. It squeezed the breath out of him. She leaned her forehead against him, panting slightly. "I..." she breathed, voice ragged with that same need that sparkled in her emerald eyes. "I need you so badly..."

His hold tightened on her and he inhaled through his nose, only to be assaulted by her intoxicating smell once again.

His body began throbbing with the desire for her, with the desperate longing of his soul. She felt so achingly right in his arms that he just knew if the world burst and the only earth they knew was gone and they were nothing but star dust in the endless galaxy, they were as right as the air that filled their lungs.

Kakashi tugged her closer against him, pushing their fronts together, grabbing her thigh in a firm hold and slotting them perfectly together. The wholesome feeling in his chest intensified, threatening to take over and overwhelm him.

She moaned low and needy at the back of her throat, her head falling back and her hair fluttering behind her, caressing the water's surface. He leaned down and sucked the excess water droplets off her exposed throat, all mouth and teeth licking and biting on the tender flesh, hips moving slowly against her, creating a delicious friction that was too much but not enough all at once. His breath rushed out of him in the form of a heated groan as the pull and drag of their skin together burned his insides with a need hotter than anything he had ever experienced before. "Sakura..."

She was panting now, every puff of air escaping her lips hot and heavy on his skin, her head dipping to rest against his cheek. Her hand wormed its way between their burning bodies and then her slim fingers were wrapping around him, holding him firmly. He groaned and she guided him to her entrance, lips moving to suck and bite on his earlobe. "Please, Ka-kashi," she breathed deeply in his ear, her body shuddering slightly as the tip of his cock brushed against the pearl nestled between her thighs. Her lips parted in a breathy moan as she circled it with his member, moving back and forth, hips bucking against him, her need all consuming and contagious.

He parted her thighs and sank into her in one fluid motion, watching as her back arched and her head fell back once again, her lips parting to let out a moan that shot straight to his groin.

He hissed at the feeling of her inner walls closing up and tightening on him, squeezing him with rhythmic pulses. The soft sound turned into a throaty growl as he fully sheathed inside of her warmth and his fingers tangled desperately in her hair, pushing her head down so that her forehead rested against his.

He took a steadying breath, his heart banging loudly in his chest as his vision was filled with the green of her eyes, half lidded and drunk— drunk on him, on the feeling of him and the smell of him that clung onto her, burning into her pores so that he was all she was aware of, so that he was all she knew. "God... you're so fucking beautiful."

As his mouth moved to suck on the skin of her neck again her head fell back once more and she arched into him, alive and burning— scalding— in his hold. All consuming and dangerous— beautiful, wholly his, made for him.

She grew wetter, even hotter and he felt like he was drowning, his grip tightening on her, if only to anchor himself as his world narrowed down to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her silky passage, of her hips slamming against his with every thrust, of her needy moans in his ear, playing out like a mantra.

"K-Kakashi!" She shuddered against him, hips bucking wildly, muscles rippling and clenching almost violently around him. "I'm so close... I'm so close..." she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head dropping so that her forehead rested against his again.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongue and lips and teeth sliding and pulling and tugging, communicating what words failed. And it was what she heard in his kiss that sent her plunging into the depths of pleasure and she surfaced with a gasp, body trembling, knees shaking, moans lost in the heat of his mouth amongst his, mingled with his hot breath, dragging him down with her, drowning him.

"Sakura," he panted in her ear, every twitch and jump of his muscles she felt against her as he filled her up, nearly consuming her in his flames.

"Hmm," she muttered absently, her face burying in his neck as she let the pleasure coursing through her veins spread through her body, numbing her senses and leaving her boneless with satisfaction. "Kakashi... welcome home..."

She felt rather than saw his smile as his lips pressed butterfly kisses to her shoulder. "Thank you, Sakura."