The Dream Devourer (Kakashi X OC)

The Next Phase

Her eyes were wide as their lips met.

It was a soft kiss, a tentative one, as he waited for her to object. His lips were soft and dry, and as he pulled away, ever so slowly, their eyes locked.

She should have just admitted she was scared, she realized. Because her fears had just been confirmed, and now, she couldn't stop herself.

Chiisai found herself pressing closer as the warmth in her belly became like a fire in her veins, all because of his stupid touch.

The moment snapped, and they both moved at the same time. Mouths locking, hands gripping, bodies pressed together. Their lips moved in a steady rhythm, and Kakashi pressed his knee further up between her legs. She gasped at the pressure, and his teeth caught her lower lip as she wove her fingers through his hair.

Her body buzzed like electricity under his touch, and she wanted more of it, more of him.

His hands slid down her back and cupped the bottom of her thighs. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, her feet locking together.

"This feels...way too good," she breathed. Her chest pressed into his vest, and she realized there with dissatisfaction that there were too many layers between them. Kakashi caught his lips against his, silencing her with a deep kiss.

They fell back on the bed, with Kakashi on top of her. She pressed her hips against him, the temptation too great. Their tongues intertwined, and he growled against her lips, his body flushed with hers, hips grinding, bodies hot and desperate for the other.

It wasn't enough. She arched her back, and his tongue trailed up her neck, his breath hot in her ear, consuming her senses. His left hand slipped up her shirt, and the other hand curled around her wrist.

I will make you suffer.

Her eyes snapped open, and she froze, her eyes searching for any sign of her father.

No, she realized, it was a memory. Of Kakashi in a tunnel, being controlled by her father, and he had leaned into her ear, his breath hot.

Her neck had started to sweat from anxiety, and she realized that she was laying horizontal on the bed, with Kakashi on top of her, and her body wanted more, craved it, and it felt...right.

Kakashi, sensing the change, pulled away, searching her face. He cupped the side of her cheek and asked, "Chiisai?"

They both breathed heavy, their lips swollen, their eyes locked. Finally, she pressed her hand to his chest, and Kakashi pulled away as she sat up.

He furrowed his brows. "Are you alright?"

No, she wasn't, because whatever desire this was had taken hold of her too quickly, too wildly, and had run rampant in the dream world.

She took a deep breath and scooted off the bed. Her body still buzzed with adrenaline, and she fought to control her senses. "Let's pretend this never happened, alright? It's...it'll be easier that way, for the both of us." Her voice had dropped, and she cursed herself for being so out of breath.

Kakashi shook his head. "We need to talk about this."

She straightened her clothes and said, "No, we don't. And whatever mission this is about, just-just tell me tomorrow."

Gods, what had they just done? She ran her hand through her hair, attempting to look somewhat in control.

"This is about the mission," he said. "And you said you wouldn't run away."

She gestured between them. "We both know whatever this is would never work out, Kakashi. We're complete opposites, and I would drive you crazy with my messiness, by bad eating habits- everything. And any relationship with you would be public, and it would draw too much attention, and that can't happen."