Promises Remembered

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Sakura

One-hundred and fourteen days into the past

"Maybe I should buy more clothes..." Sakura hadn't really thought about her miniscule wardrobe before. She had three different qipao, and two sets of Jōnin blues. It was all she needed. But hanging in her side of the closet next to Kakashi's clothes—several sets of uniforms, sweats, a Jōnin vest, the nice black shirt he'd worn on their first date, and a haori—it felt a little... sad. They'd been living together for a month and she hadn't even thought about it. Now, it felt like a sudden reminder that she wasn't home.

Kakashi crossed the room to stand beside her, running a finger along his jaw in thought as he observed their shared closet. He didn't say anything, letting her collect her thoughts.

"I... hadn't really thought about it but..." She ran her hand across the hangers. "I used to have one of Naruto-kun's jackets, a dress Ino-pig got me for a birthday that was way too revealing for my tastes..." She thought about the pink sweats with little kunai all over them that Kazuki had got for her that same birthday three years before that she lived in all winter, and all the other civilian clothes she had collected over the years.

It was strange that something as silly as her clothes could make her feel homesick.

"Hm. You could always wear my clothes during the day as well."

Sakura laughed at the concern in his voice, elbowing him when she caught the smirk. "No thank you. You're too tall, they'd swamp me."

The smirk widened. "I like the way you look in my shirts."

Blushing, Sakura ducked her head and smiled. She hadn't stopped wearing his shirts to bed since he'd gotten home. More often than not, they'd ended up tossed on the floor long before she'd done any sleeping. "Oh yeah?"

"Of course... I like the way you look out of them even more."

"Tch." She tugged on the shirt he was wearing, eyeing the pale, well muscled skin beneath. "I could say the same about you, Kakashi."

His smirk melted into something entirely different as he turned to face her fully. "What were we doing today?"

Staring up into his dark, mismatched eyes, Sakura couldn't remember anything they might have planned. All she could think about was how beautiful he was, and how good he made her feel—how she knew she made him feel.

He belongs to you.

"Kakashi..." Her breathing hitched as he leaned in, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.

"Nothing important?" His breath ghosted across her face, the tip of his nose grazing her cheek.

"No?"

The corner of his lips turned up right before they met hers. "Good." They kissed—her lack of wardrobe long forgotten—Kakashi slowly backing her up until she was pressed firmly against the wall. When she gasped, he deepened the kiss. Both of his hands reached for her thighs, picking her up as she hooked her legs around his waist.

"Kakashi..." His name fell from her lips as his wandered from hers, kissing and nipping along her jaw, down her neck. She thought she heard a light knocking but all she could focus on was what he was doing to her. It came again, slightly louder and cutting through the haze. Her head lolled to the side and she frowned at the door. What were they doing today? "Kaka—"

Whatever she had been about to say evaporated along with all remaining coherent thought when he pressed against her just so, his mouth on her breast.