What Should Have Been

No One Else

Kakashi's POV:

What do you do when you finally get everything you've ever wanted?

Sakura encouraged me to kiss her, so of course I did. I couldn't help it anymore. I just needed to hear her say it – that she wanted to kiss me too.

So here I am now - my chest swelling with so much joy I think my heart might burst. I want to pour my feelings into her, make them apparent with each touch. But it's becoming increasingly difficult to hold back. All the teasing, all the tension and forcibly holding back has now culminated into this – our limbs tightly entwined, hands gripping each other closer yet.

Has she really been wanting this too? For how long? I tell myself that doesn't matter right now - just that we agree.

Her head tilts back, and my tongue enters her mouth. She hums in response, her fingers now tangled in my hair. We breathe into each other, our lips and tongues moving hastily in unison. She tastes as sweet as I knew she would.

It takes me too long to realize I now have her cornered, her back pressed against the inside of the hot tub. She doesn't seem to have any complaints. The warm water splashes around us – suddenly feeling too hot.

I hold the back of her head, fingers in her soft, soft hair and lean down to kiss her neck. I revel in her gasp.

Perhaps I should consider the weight of the current situation. Maybe I should practice the kind of restraint I always lectured on. But I've been reduced to a hypocrite - allowing instinct to take utter hold of me. I want - need to be closer, to be as close to her as two living things can possibly become.

I don't know if she realizes what she's doing to me. I have to be sure. She's frantically rubbing herself up and down my length. It must feel equally as good to her, the way she's attempting to hold back whimpers and failing. All I can think about is making her cum. Lewd images flicker through my mind like a quick slideshow. Calm down. You have to get this right.

I hadn't realized that my fingers had been playing with the edge of her swimsuit top until Sakura said something. "It's ok. Just t-take it off." Her voice waivers, and I have a hard time believing I can make her feel this way. I never imagined this woman who used to punch boys for trying to hug her would be so open to me - so vulnerable and willing with me.

So many times I've had to ask myself, Is this genjutsu? 

Gently, I help her remove her top. I hadn't properly prepared myself... I'm faced with her perfectly round, perky breasts mere inches from my body. Her soft nipples are as pink as her hair and gradually puckering due to exposure.

"Well, don't just stare at me like that!" Sakura lowers herself back into the water, although her breasts are still visible and just slightly bobbing now. I immediately pull my eyes back to her face. Her eyes are suddenly shy, and she doesn't meet my gaze. Her cheeks are bright pink.

I can feel my stomach twisting. "Please forgive me, Sakura." I plead softly. I caress under her chin with my pointer finger to bring her face closer to mine. "Your beauty always breaks me." I practically whisper. Our lips meet again, and this time, we move much slower - each movement equally deliberate as it is desperate. Her tongue laves against mine, and I can't control the sound that rises from deep within my chest. I can feel the softness of her breasts pressed against me. She gently nibbles my bottom lip and gasps when she feels me twitch where I'm pressed against her stomach.

I gently pull away and rest my forehead on her shoulder.

"What is it, Kakashi?" She asks, sounding concerned.

"Nothing at all," I mutter. "Just trying to calm myself some before I..."

It's completely silent for a moment. I can hear the crickets just outside. I feel her hand smoothing the back of my damp hair.

I raise my head after a moment, and her hand follows me. Her eyes don't leave mine. "Are you sure this is ok?" I can trust her to tell me, to be honest with herself and then with me. She always has been, especially when I've pressed her. I need her to be absolutely certain. I need there to be no confusion about what she's feeling. I couldn't bear to hurt her, to confuse her further.

Yet, she doesn't hesitate. "Yes, of course. I want you. I have for a while now." Her answer is simple, and her smile is subtle but sweet, reassuring. Her eyes don't waiver. Instead, they're wide, sincere. I'm instantly comforted by her words. She slowly presses herself closer. "You've always taken care of me when no one else could. There's no one else I'd rather be with."