Alone At Last

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Y/N heard the door close behind her and the lock turn into place.  She cast a glance at him over her shoulder and was startled by the dark glitter in his eyes.  She quickly looked back and walked around the apartment.  It felt like Kakashi.  The colors were in shades of tans with greens.  The couch was very low to the ground in the Japanese style, a television that was surprisingly almost as modern as the ones she had in her world.  A few plants that looked like they might need some water.  She then saw the photographs above the bookcase, which was crammed full of books.  She refrained from smirking as she saw the titles of each book.  He did love his erotica didn't he?

In one photograph, it was a picture of who she assumed was his mother and father holding a baby Kakashi.  She smiled as she looked at the silver hair on his little head.  He was a dead ringer for his father with only a few notable differences.  She then looked at the group photo with his first team.  Minato, Rin, and Obito all were gone and he was the only one that remained.  She then looked at the group photograph with Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke.  They looked very close to their cartoon adaptations but there was a noticeable difference with the in the flesh look.

She saw from the corner of her eye his vest flying across the room to drape across the cushions, followed by his headband, and mask.  Her mouth went dry when she then saw his shirt go flying.  She could feel him behind her before she could turn around.  His long fingers curling around her upper arms before slowly sliding down her bare arms.  Her nipples tightened as she felt his breath caress her neck from behind.

"If I'd had a photograph of you, it would have been there with them," he spoke close to her ear before one hand raised to tuck her hair behind her ear before his lips began gently sucking on the flesh just below her ear.  He slipped one hand under her shirt to splay across her waist, gently squeezing her flesh.  His other hand was pulling her back flush against him, she could feel his desire pressing against her ass through the pants.

Kakashi's lean fingers grasped the edge of her shirt on both sides then hesitated.  "May I?" he asked gently, holding his breath for her answer.  She shivered then nodded.  He slowly pulled the shirt up and off, her arms going up so that he could pull it free.  His eyes went to the jagged scar that was darker than the rest of her S/C flesh.  He felt a moment of pain as he remembered what had happened to her at such a young age. He had almost lost her that day.

He lowered his head to brush the scar with his lips and she sucked in a breath.  He gently kissed the length of the scar that ran parallel to her bra strap.  His hands going to the fastening of the bra, unsnapping it before he raised his hands to slowly slide the straps down her arms and the bra fell to the floor.  She was breathing a bit heavily as he trailed his lips back up before setting them along the nape of her neck, gently sucking on the flesh.  She tasted so good and smelled even better.  He was not sure what kind of fragrance she used but it was making him harder in his pants.

Kakashi unbuttoned then unzipped his pants, giving himself a little more room.  They had become almost uncomfortable against his swollen cock.  He then slid his hands along the sides of her waist, squeezing her tight skin before sliding around to the front and working on the button and zipper in the front.  He wanted to touch her breasts but did not trust himself yet, he was so aroused and having never done this before he was afraid he would loose himself before joining with her.

He shifted the pants caught on her hips and tugged them down.  They fell easily into a pool at her feet and he looked down.  The underwear she was wear was high cut on the sides and of a slick material.  They outlined her rounded ass.  He stopped, seeing a tattoo just above the silk panties and slowly smiled.  He ran his thumbs across the design before whispering against her hair, "A remnant from your wild days?"

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