"Take off your clothes."
She stilled, eyes wide. Kakashi waited, tense and wondering.
Her hands slowly grasped her top and pulled it off. Kakashi smiled. She would. He let his eye wander across her bared skin. She straightened, eyes bright, confusion gone, a giddy smile appearing. Kakashi's own grew.
Her hands slid across her hips, toyed with the hem of her shorts, pulled them down a fraction. Halted. Slid her thumbs beneath. Kakashi shifted his balance, anticipation turning him even tenser. In such a good way. Her smile turned seductive, inviting, tempting. And it was aimed towards him. The thought was heady.
She started pushing down the fabric, took her time, rolled her hips from side to side in one continuous, sensual movement. Kakashi felt his breath deepen.
She turned around as they fell. Stepped out of them. Threw a look full of desire over her shoulder, eyes lidded. Kakashi's gaze wandered along the bare lines of her back, across her hips, down her legs, gentle curves, no scars, such incredible softness.
She wasn't beautiful in the way many kunoichi cultivated. Plain, if pretty, but nothing more.
She closed her eyes, tilted back her head, her pulse exposed as she leaned her head to the side, just a little. Kakashi shivered once.
Only pretty. Except she was so comfortable in her own skin, so honest in her desire, so confident in just taking her own pleasure...
Her hands came up and traveled along her throat, movements gentle, digits sliding down. Grazing her breasts, the barest sound of nails scratching, her breath hitching, heartbeat jumping, muscles tensing, desire spiking. Kakashi groaned.
She was tempting, in a way he hadn't been tempted in a long time.
Her hands slid lower, lower. Stopped just above the only scrap of fabric she still wore. Kakashi tracked the play of muscles beneath her skin, the sounds of her fingers touching herself, sliding, caressing, her breath turning even heavier, heartbeat growing faster, scent of her desire filling the air. She moaned. Kakashi shivered.
"Take it off." His voice was rough, even to his own ears, anticipation tightening every part of him.
She didn't look back, danced her fingers across the edge, not making any move to comply. Kakashi tensed further.
Finally she pushed them down, stepped out of them, completely bare, completely exposed. Completely turned on.
Kakashi measured her arousal in the depth of breaths, speed of her heart, goosebumps and fine shivers, the way he could almost taste her want. She made no effort to control it, hide it, every part of her laid bare.
Yet she didn't move.
"Turn around." She looked over her shoulder, eyes lidded, excited and mischievous. Brought up a single digit, coated in her own desire. Sucked it clean.
"Make me." Kakashi moved, capturing both wrists in one hand, pushing himself up against her bare skin. Even through his armor her heat burned.
He brought up his free hand, covered her vulnerable throat, felt her pulse race through leather. Her desire spiked.
Kakashi grasped her shoulder, twisting, pushing her back against the wall, forcing her arms up high, keeping hold of her wrists.
She was so close, her unique eyes heady, pupils blown, lips parted, breath deep, heart racing, so tempting. She closed her eyes, kept completely still. Kakashi studied every inch of her. Not a single sign of fear, discomfort or hesitation.
Kakashi brought up a hand, let a single digit caress her throat. She was completely at his mercy. She knew she was, knew she was completely helpless, utterly vulnerable. And all she felt was desire. Kakashi shivered.
He slid down his hand, lower, lower, observed the rising tension, the anticipation. In both of them. Kakashi halted his movement, exactly where she wanted him to. He didn't move.
Her eyes snapped open, pupils drowning out the blue, full of so much want. Kakashi felt like they could see through his Mask.
She moaned, shifting her hips. He pulled his hand away completely. The strangled cry she gave made him shiver again.
"Touch me, damn you!" She ordered. Kakashi gave a low laugh. A pretty civilian. And she thought she could order him.
"Make me." Kakashi kept still, watched her eyes narrow, her struggle to focus. Saw the exact moment she reached a decision.
She pulled up her leg, hooked it around his waist and pulled. Kakashi didn't resist.
She gasped, moaned, closed her eyes, rolling her hips, hot, wet, even through his armor, so utterly shameless in just taking what she wanted. Kakashi shuddered, released her wrist, fingers grasping her hair, tilting back her head, her throat utterly bare, his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her even closer.
She gasped once more, reached for him, fingers tangling through his hair, clutching at his shoulder, only signs of desire, hot against him, so hot, wet, felt through armor, the only thing still separating them. Kakashi joined her rhythm, rolled his hips.
The sound she made was broken, her nails digging into armor, fingers pulling his hair, trembling, so tempting.
Kakashi moved, dropped her down the bed, her arms held high, wrists still captive.
She whined. Kakashi shivered, balanced above her, tense, wanting. He slid down his hand.
She sighed, legs spreading further, back arching as he caressed, stroking, pushing, feeling, slipping inside, back out, twisting his digits harshly, on the edge of pain. She moaned, eyes closed, writhing, twisting, complete surrender, utterly lost to sensation, tensing, tightening.
A strangled scream, her eyes snapping open, teeth bared.
"I will hurt you so much!" Kakashi laughed once more.
"I'd like to see you try." He really would.
She struggled in earnest now, trying to break free, Kakashi holding her down with so little effort. She was completely at his mercy. And she savored the fact she was, her rage only heightening her passion.
Kakashi shifted his balance, used his weight to hold her down, released the catches on his armor, wanting to feel.
He snapped his hips.
Shivering, so tight, hot, soft, wet, her broken sobs, movement, tensing, tightening, so near.
Kakashi stilled, lifting a hand to capture her shriek, met those furious eyes. Shivered.
He could feel her, hot, wet, tight, fitting him perfectly. Kakashi was so wonderfully tense.
He moved, her eyes closing, shivering, moving with him, rhythm flowing, tensing, both of them so close. Kakashi released her wrists, her voice, shifting his balance, grasping her hip, digits stroking, caressing, forcing sensation, her hand in his hair, yanking, painful, not on purpose, so lost, so vulnerable, moaning, screaming, almost.
She wailed, clenching, wet, hot, so tight, Kakashi shivering, burying inside, tension breaking.
He kept himself balanced, breath deep, heart racing, feeling so loose.
There was a reason he enjoyed doing this.
Kakashi pulled out, savored the shiver she gave, adjusted his armor. He let his gaze wonder down, across her soft curves, her heaving chest, perspiration glistening across, eyes lidded, hair tangled, looking completely satisfied. He smirked. Shot back out the window before she finished blinking. Landed on the roof. Silently chuckled.
That had been fun.