Crystal Lightning || (Kakashi Hatake x OC)

us against the world - coldplay

Warning: Mature Content (Lemon Chapter)

"Yome..." Kakashi spoke with a soft voice, kneeling by the bed, wedged between her legs. He had his arms wrapped around her, his head resting against her lap with his walls down. A place of comfort he had missed when Kushina was still alive. The sun had begun its ascend, and a faint orange glow peeked through the blinds. He let out a long exhale, sinking deeper into her lap. "Yome... From this day forward, please, lend me your strength as we forge our new life... Please, acquit the weakness that I have, the flaws that bring me down..."

"Otto, my darling..." Akira ran her fingers through his hair, "You listen to me. You're head of the Hatake clan now, head of our new family. It's all right to have weaknesses and flaws, but you must be strong, you must be resilient. Worry not, otto, I will always stand by your side. Take the lead, and I will follow you."

"I know I've said this many, many times and it seems like I've made no progress. I will be better, I promise. I will become better." He stared into space, twisting the fabric of her kimono. This is their first night as a married couple, and he was already ruining the mood, but it must be done. Being open and candid must be done. No secrets for whatever sake. Despite the harsh truth that rolled off his tongue, he felt safe and calm in her embrace. He felt accepted.

"Raise your head, my darling." She pats his back and then held his face as she peered into his soul. The chaos that swirled around was reflected in his eyes. Aside from over-consuming his chakra, Kakashi covers his Sharingan because it feasts on that chaos as it evolves. It was both a gift that acquired him his title, 'Kakashi of the Sharingan', and a curse that killed his family. "I believe in you, and I'm proud of you. Don't forget how far you've come."

Her emerald eyes leaked of hope and dreams. The colour reminded him of the patch of soft grass he'd love to lay on with Akira. Heaven was right before his very eyes. He held on to her sturdily so the world would stop turning. As he knelt at the sight of his sanctuary, everything slowed down. The dust particles float aimlessly in the air, the warm summer dawn, and her still in her kimono. They have sobered up a bit, but the buzz was still there. Their heightened senses created sparks of desire and craving.

"Always so hard on yourself." She let out an airy chuckle, almost sounding like a single breath. Her kisses on his forehead, his scar, the tip of his nose, his chin, his beauty mark, and then lingered on his lips were warm to the touch.

"Akira, yome..." Kakashi murmured as his lips were pressed against hers, "The night we made love for the first time... You told me that it would kill you... I understand now... I would die of grief and desire too..."

"Then I'll die with you too, otto."

There was a purr when his thumb went up the collar of her kimono, leafing through the layers she wore until it reached her skin. He parted his lips and stuck the tip of his tongue out as if a guest was knocking on the door. When she granted him access, his tongue slid past through and was met by hers. He then slid his thumb down the slit of her layers, bringing one side down her shoulder and exposing her bare skin. The trails of kisses from her jaw down to her collarbone and the taste of her skin ignited the fire they would soon be engulfed in. He used his other hand to slide the other side of her kimono until her whole torso is exposed.

Akira placed her hands on his broad shoulders, breaking off the connection so she could also untie his kimono. She snuck her fingers under his tight shirt and helped him take it off, already drooling about his chiselled body. She wiggled from side to side as he pulls her kimono off the bed, now sitting bare naked.

A smile brought one corner of his lips to a curl. A small smile, but meant a thousand words. He wrapped his hands around her neck, running his thumb along the scar on her cheek. His movements were full of affection and appreciation as if he was worshipping her. He leaned in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue in once she granted him access. The smell of her hot breath made his core feel like it was being twisted. His calloused hands slid down to her thighs, his dominant thumb reaching for her clit.